A pitch-black slashing explosion wave swept in!
Before it could get close to Lyle and Evileye's position, it shone with a cross-shaped starlight radiance, followed by a massive explosion and impact.
This explosive slash clearly wasn't meant to attack anyone, but to interrupt the battle between the two!
Lyle and Evileye stopped their attacks simultaneously, retreating in unison and using their own methods to withstand the explosion's aftershocks.
As the firelight of the explosion dissipated in mid-air.
Lyle looked down at the heroic-looking figure with golden curly hair and raised an eyebrow slightly.
The expression on Lakyus's face had long lost its previous ladylike softness; instead, her eyes were resolute, possessing the sharp edge of an adventurer.
She was still wearing a formal long dress, but in her hand was a longsword with a black blade shimmering with starlight and a large blue-black gem on the hilt.
At a glance, it was clearly an extraordinary piece of magical equipment!
"Demon Sword."
This thought flashed through Lyle's mind.
One of the four great demon swords used by the "Dark Knight," a hero from the legendary Thirteen Heroes who was suspected of having the Cursed Knight class.
The one in Lakyus's hand was the "Demon Sword: Kilineiram," which could release dark energy.
Besides that, there were:
The "Corrupted Sword, Crocodabal," which caused incurable wounds.
The "Death Sword: Spheez," which dealt instant-death damage.
And the "Evil Sword: Hyumilis," whose specific abilities were unknown, but Lyle suspected it dealt curse damage.
The abilities of these four demon swords overlapped almost too perfectly with the abilities of the Cursed Knight class.
This reminded Lyle of the skeletal remains, suspected to be the Dark Knight, that he had encountered in a canyon deep within the wetlands of the Baharuth Empire.
Class acquisition in this different world was different from games; the emergence of any class left a trace.
Lyle had previously suspected that there were likely two possibilities for how that Dark Knight, one of the Thirteen Heroes, obtained the Cursed Knight class.
One was an accidental product of curse erosion, and the other possibility was related to the four great demon swords.
Speaking of which.
The Holy Kingdom also possessed four great holy swords.
Lyle gave the demon sword in Lakyus's hand a brief glance before retracting his gaze.
He was clearly uninterested.
Equipment of this level might be considered Top-tier by ordinary people in this other world, but to Lyle, it was just so-so; he estimated its level was only "Top-tier (41-50)" and didn't reach the "Legacy-tier (51-60)" level.
Otherwise.
The Bone King would definitely be interested in collecting it, because the highest level of equipment created by the 7th-Tier Magic "Greater Item Creation" was "Top-tier."
Excluding some details, the Bone King could indeed create equipment of this level at will.
"You two, have you forgotten where this is!"
Seeing Lyle and Evileye finally stop, Lakyus took a deep breath and thrust the tall demon sword back into the ground in front of her.
Lyle steadied himself on the Purifying Seraph and looked around: "The commotion was indeed a bit loud."
Outside the massive lawn where this palace was located, a large number of soldiers had already surrounded them, though this situation was expected.
To force out some of Evileye's magic and skills, it wouldn't work without using some real effort.
"We went a bit too far; I hope the King won't be petty."
Evileye, suspended in mid-air, whispered to herself, then looked up at Lyle opposite her, moving her figure to fly downwards.
Seeing this.
Lyle also knew there was no reason to continue fighting; his eyes flashed as he controlled the Purifying Seraph to descend to the ground below.
When Lyle and Evileye returned to the ground, the gaze of everyone looking at them held a hint of something different.
Whoosh!
The Purifying Seraph used its massive palm to lower Lyle, then dissipated into brilliant white specks of light.
Lyle stepped firmly onto the ground, his cheeks slightly paler than before, seemingly a sign of excessive mana consumption.
"My Lord."
Enri clenched her hands nervously in front of her chest; seeing that Lyle was uninjured, her shoulders relaxed.
Lyle turned his head and nodded to Enri, giving her a reassuring look, then turned to Evileye, saying with some solemnity and apology: "Your strength far exceeded my expectations, Miss Evileye."
"This battle has also allowed me to see a higher Realm and level; I have benefited greatly. Your injury..."
"Such a fuss." Evileye's voice, devoid of emotional fluctuation, came from behind her mask, interrupting Lyle:
"Getting injured in battle is perfectly normal, otherwise it would be meaningless. Do you think an attack of that level would have any effect on me?"
Despite the lack of emotional fluctuation in her voice, a sense of tsundere could be heard in her words.
"Thank you for the guidance." Lyle raised his eyelids slightly and extended his palm in a gesture to shake hands.
"I don't have the habit of shaking hands with people."
Evileye gave a light snort and turned to return towards Blue Rose, but after taking two steps, she suddenly remembered something and paused:
"Have you seen or known the magic'Sand Field' before?"
A look of confusion appeared on Lyle's face, followed by realization, as he shook his head: "Today is the first time I've seen such powerful magic."
"That unhesitating evasion didn't look like a first time." Evileye's gaze from behind her mask fixed intently on Lyle.
"As a summoner-type Magic Caster, I strive to avoid any damage to myself; especially when facing that kind of large-scale magic, dodging is the top priority." Lyle said thoughtfully.
This battle strategy was indeed correct.
Evileye thought to herself; truth be told, as her own original magic, she didn't believe Lyle had seen or known it either.
Thinking carefully, besides his cautious strategy, the opponent himself possessed excellent battle awareness.
"Black-hair, you are quite good." Evileye's mask tilted up as she spoke plainly and walked back to Blue Rose.
Lakyus looked at Evileye, who acted as if nothing had happened, thrust her demon sword into the ground, and glared with her emerald eyes: "Evileye!"
On this side.
Lyle also returned to where Free Will was located, inwardly sighing with regret.
His earlier offer to shake hands wasn't just a pretense of politeness; he wanted to see if he could trigger something by directly touching Evileye.
Evileye's Talent stored the Wild Magic "Soul Absorption," and this primal power also maintained her life in a disguised way.
Theoretically, it was a permanent type.
Lyle scanned the Status Panel before him, quickly scrolling through the information, but found no notification regarding Wild Magic.
The "Player" Talent allowed him to display all the skills and magic Moves he saw on the Status Panel.
There was no prompt.
First, Wild Magic had its own unique nature.
Second, the uniqueness of the Talent.
Third, the actual trigger condition had not been met.
Therefore, Lyle had intended to make direct contact through a handshake.
The expressions of the two princes were quite a sight; they were trying their best to maintain composure and royal dignity, yet the stiffness in their cheeks was still palpable.
Clatter—
Clatter—
Just then, the sound of a large amount of armor clashing and shifting rang out in unison.
The large number of elite soldiers surrounding the perimeter knelt on one knee and bowed their heads in respect.
"Troublesome." Lakyus muttered.
The faces of the two princes and Renner also showed a change to nervous expressions.
Among the kneeling soldiers.
Several figures were walking towards where everyone was.
There were eight Magic Casters in total, four in front and four behind; judging by their magic robes, they were clearly four magic power system Magic Casters and four faith system Magic Casters.
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