For a long time, Palmer always regarded the so-called trump card combination as a joke to lighten up the mood occasionally, but seeing Bologue actually eager to give it a try, Palmer was truly worried.
There was no time to stop Bologue now. This guy has always been quicker in action than in words. By the time Bologue mentioned that unfunny joke, he had already leapt into the air, hurling the Iron Spear towards the Silver Knight.
Facing a Defender with the body of a Condenser seemed utterly nonsensical, but for Bologue, it was worth a gamble.
This is the advantage of the Undead: even when confronting the Death God, Bologue can calmly engage in a duel with confidence.
After the endless rain of fire, the Iron Spear crashed towards the Silver Knight, yet the Silver Knight hardly glanced at it, relying on the Ether surrounding his body to effortlessly deflect the Iron Spear.
"Is it really like this?"
