I am the heroine's godfather!

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He could tell from their first encounter that Loran was not a powerful swordsman; compared to his magic, his swordsmanship was rather crude. That sharp fighting spirit might make him invincible against most opponents, but it couldn't allow him to turn the tide in dangerous situations.

For those who practice swordsmanship, the most important thing is to concentrate.

Although he himself failed to maintain a dedicated focus on swordsmanship, he was still far superior to Loran.

The swordsmanship of this guy is too mixed; with this kind of sword, I can't defeat him.

However, as the battle continued, this guy's swordsmanship improved rapidly!

With such formidable combat talent, who exactly is this guy?

Chapter 112 These days, most bosses have two phases.

Dekienko withstood a spell from the Archmage who destroyed the stars, spitting out a mouthful of blood. An S-rank adventurer quickly followed and helped Dekienko up, asking, "Are you alright?"

"Ahem, I'm fine."

Dekien wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the four sixth-tier gold-level beings in front of him.

Those were the heroes of Kadia, their former targets, and now, their enemies.

Of the dozen or so S-rank individuals present, four were at the fifth rank, while the rest were only at the fourth rank. There was a significant gap between them and their opponent, making it quite difficult to capture them.

Even Yara, one of the four fifth-tier warriors, was blocked by the opponent's Unyielding Shield and was unable to join forces with her side.

This is really... I don't know how we're going to win.

But even if it costs us our lives, we absolutely cannot let these guys rush onto the battlefield!

Dekienko gripped his sword once more and, like a moth drawn to a flame, charged toward the archmage who had destroyed the stars.

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Yara, panting, looked at the man before her with his eyes closed and holding a giant shield, and clicked her tongue in annoyance: "Hey! You, a dignified paladin, are as stiff as a tortoise shell!"

"I don't want to fight you."

The Shield of No Retreat sighed: "If you leave now, you can still save your life."

"Screw you."

Yara, unusually, swore: "If you want to fight, then fight; if you don't want to fight, then get out of here!"

"I told you, I don't want to fight you, but you can't reunite with your comrades either."

"M!"

Yara gritted her teeth and could only futilely bombard the Unyielding Shield with magic once more.

As the highest damage dealer among all S-rank characters, she is crucial in this battle, yet, ironically, she is the one with the worst compatibility with her.

The Shield of the Nation, which no one has ever seen make a move, is so powerful that even the Bell of Eternal Watch has to put in some effort to break through it. Even the Sword of Destruction of Gold needed two strikes to break through its defenses.

However, no matter what, I can't waste any more time here.

The surrounding gravity was so strong that Yara could not bypass the unyielding shield and reunite with her comrades.

Then, the only option is to defeat him.

Yara gathered her magic once more.

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"Sigh, I really envy Star and Shield. They can go straight into battle. It's a pity I'm just a divine mage and don't have their power."

"Yes, it's a pity I'm just an alchemist, I don't have their power."

The Alchemist of No Form and the Favored One of the Gods stood in Olivia's way, but they gave off a completely unenthusiastic feeling.

"Speaking of which, shouldn't you change your title? The God-favored One who betrayed the gods, pfft, that's hilarious."

“怎么，你的意思每^日.发！书，群【6`5,0/5^0”2*3>3.8】是说，我们伟大的七位真主算不上神明吗？”

The one favored by the gods was a blue-haired, red-eyed fellow, currently exuding a strong aura of an evil god. The faceless alchemist hurriedly spread his hands, his face twitching as he looked at his weak face, which looked like he was about to die at any moment. He stared with dead fish eyes and weakly protested, "I never said that, don't accuse me."

"Heh, I doubt you'd have the guts."

The God-favored One sneered, snatched another bag of snacks from the alchemist's hand, and stuffed it into his mouth. The alchemist weakly stammered, "These are snacks I just made yesterday..."

"Your alchemy skills are only good for making snacks."

The God-Favored One looked at Olivia with disdain, then glanced at her serious expression. After a long silence, his face suddenly became quite interesting: "Speaking of which, you wouldn't happen to be that Dragon of Destiny's child, would you? Ahhh, I knew that bitch wasn't as clean as she seemed. Wuxiang, look, it's only been a few years, and the child has grown so much."

The alchemist without form sighed, "Aren't you and the Dragon of Destiny best friends?"

"The so-called best friend thing is that being two-faced is a basic tactic."

"What kind of best friend is this...?"

The alchemist with no form sighed and took out a bag of snacks from his pocket: "Speaking of which, little friend, would you like some snacks?"

"Hey! You're not some perverted lolicon, are you?!"

The God-favored One kicked the alchemist: "Disgusting, stay away from me."

"No, it was just a joke..."

The alchemist without form got up, dusted off his clothes, and looked at Olivia: "If possible, I don't really want to fight, so miss, could you please stay here quietly?"

"No."

Olivia said expressionlessly, "If you don't intend to fight me, then get out of my way."

For some reason, ever since she stepped onto this battlefield, Olivia has felt uneasy, a thick anger burning in her heart, making her want to destroy something to vent her anger.

"Oh dear, if I could, I really wouldn't want to fight with a cute kid like you."

"Hey, what are you saying? You're a pervert, a scoundrel, a filthy jerk. You're disgusting, disgusting, disgusting, disgusting. You're worse than an insect."

"Even I would be hurt if I were insulted like that, you know?"

"Who cares about you? Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting."

Although they were still bickering, the two of them moved quickly, firmly trapping Olivia. However, they only trapped her and did not intend to take her down in one fell swoop and then go to support the Archmage who was destroying the stars.

Thus, the one facing over a dozen S-rank Archmages capable of destroying stars was unaware that one of his three teammates, while contributing, hadn't fully exerted their strength, and the other two had already begun to slack off remarkably.

He was the only one who actually did the work.

So miserable.

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The battle between Loran and Adams continued. Adams swung his sword, forcing Loran back, and a hint of approval appeared in his eyes: "If I give you more opportunities to grow, you will probably surpass me in swordsmanship."

"hehe......"

Loran laughed, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the other person: "If I remember correctly, you seemed to have said earlier that your sword is the sword that protects the country?"

"Ok?"

"Can you still be called the sword that protects the nation now?"

Loran raised his sword: "From the beginning, I've been wondering why your swordsmanship isn't as strong as I imagined, given that you've reached the eighth rank and are a master of the sword. But now I understand."

"You have reached the eighth rank not by relying on a mere sword, but by wielding the sword that protects the nation!"

"Therefore, now that you have betrayed your own country, your sword has long since become dull!!!"

Loran held his sword horizontally in front of him, a smile on his face: "So, want to try my strongest strike?"

"......you're right."

Adams sighed: "That's why my sword has lost its former sharpness, but even so, it's still not something a half-baked person like you can defeat."

"Then let's give it a try!"

Lorraine and Adams raised their swords at the same time.

Adams stepped forward, and his longsword slashed down with the force of an avalanche!

However, Loran simply extended his sword slowly.

It was an ordinary, utterly common thrust, something even a child just learning swordsmanship could do—a strike so childish it couldn't be more naive! Yet, Adams found himself utterly unable to defend against it!

There was once a saying in my hometown.

Loran's voice rang out, as cold as snow in the dead of winter: "Of all martial arts, none is invincible except speed."

Adams' eyes widened as he slowly looked down and saw a large hole that had appeared in his chest.

He lost.

"What is this sword strike called?"

"no name."

Loran sheathed his sword: "It was nothing more than an ordinary, unremarkable thrust."

"Ah......"

Adams' body fell, and Loran breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his swordsmanship had improved to a new level.

How delightful, Adams, I'll probably never forget you.

Alright, now it's time to end this battle.

Loran, feeling his magic power largely restored, slowly surveyed the entire battlefield.

No one was paying attention to them at the moment, but that didn't matter. From now on, Loran would take over the entire battle.

However, just as Loran was about to leave, a powerful and malevolent aura suddenly came from behind him.

Loran turned around abruptly and saw Adams, with a hole in his chest, standing up, his body shrouded in a thick aura of evil god.

"Hey, hey, hey, no way, there's a second stage...?"

Chapter 113 You think you're the only one with Stage Two? You think you're the only one who can summon gods?

"Excellent swordsmanship."

Adams slowly rose, the hole in his chest gradually filled with blood-red threads, his golden pupils turned a chilling crimson, and an ominous aura enveloped his entire body.

"Your swordsmanship has already surpassed mine. If you were given more time, I'm sure you would go even further on the path of the sword..."

Adams sighed deeply: "But I have reasons why I have to win."

"Evil God?"

Loran remained silent for a long while before speaking softly. Adams shook his head: "It is our true God."

"Fine, whatever you call them."

Loran shook his head, then looked at him: "Is this the power they gave you?"

"Yes, this is a gift from God."

Adams' wounds were completely healed: "Give up, this is a force you can't withstand."

"How will you know if you don't try?"

Although Loran said this, he was already convinced that he had no chance of defeating Adams in this state.

In this state, Adams can already be considered a complete eighth-order being.

Even in his full form, he would have a hard time defeating Adams, an eighth-tier fighter who specializes in combat. Now, his fighting spirit is almost completely depleted, and his magic power has only recovered to about half.

It seems we need to be prepared to reveal our true colors this time.

"what a pity."

Adams sighed regretfully: "If you surrender, I might spare your life."

"And then become a lackey of the evil god with you? Bah!"

Loran looked disgusted. Adams remained silent about his insults, simply shaking his head. The next second, Adams, who had been some distance away from Loran, suddenly appeared in front of him and threw a heavy punch. Loran instinctively tried to defend himself, but found himself locked in place by a strange aura, unable to mobilize even a trace of magic.

boom! ! !

Loran was knocked back and crashed straight into a distant mountain, scattering dust in all directions.

Adams, however, did not relax; instead, he raised his hands.

"You fallen man, you bring death upon yourself."

“Those who thirst for blood devour everything.”

"The final bells awaken the eternally slumbering souls..."