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The dark sky suddenly brightened!
Accompanied by a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and the earth!
Countless terrifying bolts of lightning, carrying an aura of destruction, struck towards Satan Azer!
"Stop."
Serie hesitated, preparing to cancel the Magic.
She had acted on impulse.
How could Yulian possibly withstand Magic of this level?
"Good! Bring it on!"
On the contrary!
Just as Serie hesitated for a moment!
Satan Azer roared towards the sky!
"If Heaven did not give birth to me, Demon Satan..." "The future of the Demons is like a long night!"
"All manner of lightning strikes upon my body..." "What say you?"
"It's simple!"
Satan Azer roared towards the sky with overwhelming power!
"I'll just become a demon!"
As Satan Azer's words fell!
His strong body was suddenly covered in a layer of dark purple armor!
"Susano'o!"
"Rumble!"
Serie did not stop.
The moment Satan Azer roared towards the sky, she had no intention of stopping.
After all, if he really couldn't handle it.
Based on her understanding of Yulian.
He probably wouldn't be spouting a bunch of chuunibyou nonsense, but crying and admitting he was wrong.
Hundreds of bolts of lightning, like a heavenly tribulation, fiercely struck Satan Azer's demon armor!
Unleashing an earth-shattering sound!
It was hard to imagine how anyone could survive under such a terrifying attack, like a divine punishment!
But Satan Azer did it!
Satan Azer lowered the arm he had been holding up in mid-air, which had displayed such arrogance.
Instead, he put his hands behind his back.
His eyes held a faint smile.
He directly retreated dozens of meters away towards Serie.
"What say you?"
Satan Azer's lips curved slightly.
He thought to himself.
He had withstood this world-destroying Magic.
Serie must be looking at him with new eyes now!
"As chuunibyou as ever."
Serie's face was calm, her words carrying a hint of mockery.
"Honestly, if you hadn't spouted all that nonsense..." "I really would have been bluffed by you."
Serie rested her chin on her hand.
"Shouting all that, you were actually a bit nervous inside, right?"
"Since you weren't 100% confident you could withstand it..." "It proves there's a way to break your defense."
"Let me think..." "Sword of Divine Punishment, Hellfire, or the current mainstream material flow attack?"
"For example: summoning a meteor?"
Serie pointed towards the dark sky above.
That was the direction of the universe.
Although the concept of the universe didn't exist.
This world had the saying of 'outside the heavens'.
Which was largely similar to the concept of the universe.
"Stop!"
Satan Azer covered his head helplessly.
"Can't we not just fight and kill?"
"You're still so warlike."
"Isn't this what you wanted?"
Serie looked at Yulian strangely.
Although Yulian, currently armed with the Susano'o, looked imposing.
His demon body even reached a height of five or six meters.
But Serie didn't feel anything about it.
She had plenty of ways to break through the defense of this mere meter-plus demon armor.
What left her speechless was.
Yulian creating this appearance, wasn't it just to fight?
To block her from going to her disciple?
Now he was blaming her?
"You talk as if you wouldn't fight if I didn't want to."
Purple-quiet colored flames seemed to burn on the Susano'o.
Making it impossible for Serie to see Satan Azer's expression.
However, she could detect his helplessness from his tone.
"You're blocking my way, and I can't even beat you up?"
Serie raised her eyebrows slightly.
They hadn't met for several hundred years, and this kid was still as annoying as ever!
"So, don't we just have to fight?"
Satan Azer shrugged helplessly.
Then suddenly changed the subject.
"What do you think of me?"
Huh?
Serie raised an eyebrow.
What kind of question was that?
What 'what do you think'?
"I mean, what do you think of me now?"
Satan Azer saw that Serie didn't speak.
He asked again.
"Heh, I haven't even seen your true face yet."
Serie crossed her arms and sneered.
"No, I mean now..."
"My strength now!"
Satan Azer gesticulated in frustration.
Wearing terrifying five or six-meter-tall dark purple armor and making such a lively gesture truly made me want to laugh.
"Haha..." Serie let out a clear, bell-like laugh.
After laughing for several seconds, she suppressed her laughter and answered under Satan Azer's serious gaze.
"Not bad, much stronger than before."
"At least you're at the level of a Great Mage."
Above a first-level Mage is a Great Mage.
In the history of humanity, only three Great Mage are recorded:
Serie, Flamme, and Frieren.
"Is that all?"
Satan Azer muttered in dissatisfaction.
"After all, there are too few people at this level, it's hard to further classify their strength levels."
Serie shrugged noncommittally.
"Including the Mage in the Demons, Schlacht is one that I know of."
"Adding Flamme and the others, there are only five in total."
"Especially since Flamme and Schlacht are already dead."
"Once you reach this level, there's basically no need to classify further."
"Then, if I were to fight you, what percentage of a chance do I have of winning?"
Satan Azer spoke bluntly, asking a question that could cost him his life.
"You really want to have a decisive battle with me?"
Serie didn't answer directly, just asked in confusion.
At the same time, she was slightly annoyed.
Who fights and kills when meeting an acquaintance!
"No, but I want to know."
Satan Azer turned his head away.
He naturally noticed Serie's slightly displeased expression.
But this was important to him.
Both of them were concealing their mana.
Unless it was a life-and-death battle.
Otherwise, no one would know how many trump cards the other had.
Satan Azer naturally couldn't estimate who was stronger or weaker between the two.
However, if Serie was willing to make a judgment.
Satan Azer could also get a rough estimate.
"Thirty percent."
Serie hesitated for a moment.
But she still said it.
"I know you're hiding your mana..." "But if we were to really fight, even with the terrifying defense of your strange several-meter-tall armor."
"Your chance of winning should still only be thirty percent."
For the first time, a hint of seriousness appeared in Serie's eyes.
A thirty percent chance of defeating her was already considered very high.
"Thirty percent, huh?"
Satan Azer smiled with satisfaction.
Counting his hidden mana and the Susano'o that wasn't fully exploited.
This thirty percent should represent forty to sixty percent.
"Then, what if I use this thirty percent to negotiate with you?"
Satan Azer looked at Serie, a slight smile on his lips.
"You actually dare to use words like 'negotiate' now."
Serie gritted her silver teeth.
Looking at Yulian's appearance, like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.
Finally, she compromised.
"Alright, tell me, what do you want?"
Serie sighed.
She didn't have many friends left.
Letting Yulian have his way this time wasn't impossible for her.
Moreover, since it was a negotiation, couldn't she also propose some conditions?
Serie's beautiful eyes stared at Yulian.
A little drool seemed to flow from the corner of her mouth.
Slurp~
Making him come back with her to work hard for a few months wouldn't be too much, right?
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