Facing Atoris's question, Baron remained silent.
However, I wonder if the smile that flashed across the other person's mask-like expression was responding to her extravagant wishes?
In an instant, the familiar sight of him holding a sword with extraordinary confidence flashed through his mind.
That's not arrogance, but the truth that stems from incomparable confidence.
But now, what they have to face is not a girl named Artoris who is full of flaws. Even so, can they have an excellent way to deal with it?
No!
When this thought came to her mind - Artolis quickly shook her head, denying this meaningless mistake.
"He's waiting for my answer!"
Yes, that must be the case!
To say why, no matter where they are, no matter what they become, their identities are destined to not change, just like they have always been.
So what Atoris has to do is what she should do.
It is not a blind dependence on Barong or a certain object, but a sword that rides on each other's thoughts, and here the sword makes a heart to heart!
"So I said, this time I will not be alone." Acknowledging the sight of the girl in his arms, Barong made a declaration full of absolute enlightenment, shaking the night tent under the sky.
In an instant, as if to fulfill an urgent wish—an ancient myth suddenly sprouted in the realm of God.
"Dance, Ice Spirit of Winterseggia!"
The vast blue sea, the prison that restrains the raging waves in all directions, the cold and fire-bearing ones, and a hymn for the final performance of the cold weather at the end of the year——』
A large amount of sweat danced like stars in the cold wave, condensing into frost under Artolis's astonished gaze.
The opponent covered up his rapid breathing with a arrogant smile, and weaved offensive magic one after another.
At that moment, the young man ignored the protest of his heart with a fearless smile, maintained his intermittent consciousness due to acute magic depletion with perseverance, struck the command hammer, and swung the ice cane that replaced the trigger.
"So, come and appreciate the pride of the Ice Witch!"
Yes, the ice spear's offensive was not in vain, it was just to let the Ho Luo monster get used to the rhythm of this attack.
There is a fierce poison hidden in the seemingly loose restraint, like a poisonous snake drawing an arc of fangs in the trap set.
"This ice-cold end will forever end the moment
——"Boundless Frost"! ! ! 』
"Pa~" At the moment when the same six-verse long chant fell, the ice wand transformed into Barong's hand broke with a sound.
It was a magical force that could not be carried by the temporary equipment. The ice magic energy condensed here was like an evil ghost breaking free from its cage, freezing the sea surface within a radius of ten miles in an instant with its extreme coldness.
The turbulent wave of catharsis turned into a fierce storm, tearing apart the earth behind it easily as the literal meaning meant, washing away the ruins where the yellow sand had dispersed.
The ice storm does not sweep across all directions unbridled. The hurricane that seems to be born to ravage everything actually has a clear impact target.
Just like the bloody mouth of a ferocious beast from ancient times, it sucks in tentacles that try to resist and crushes them brutally!
And in the extremely brief gap in the storm, Artolis, whose vision was blocked by her hair, immediately broke away from Baron's protection.
At the same time, the spirit sword tightly controlled in her hand flickered continuously as if responding to her expectations.
Just how war-mad is this sword spirit to be excited in this situation. But this is of course, even if the wielder's flesh and blood are shattered into pieces, the sword itself will still maintain its shape unaffected.
It seemed that he didn't want to make a choice that contradicted his master, so the guy's eyes never moved away from the enemy he deserved for even half a second!
The hand holding the sword blade was raised in the storm, and the magnificent sword body trembled and glowed with a dazzling orange light at this moment.
However, before Artolis could release her stunt, a scarlet beam of light shot out from the eye of the storm, as if it had sensed the coming threat in advance, hitting Artolis directly in the face with unparalleled destructive power. Door.
At this critical moment, Barong's figure once again stood in front of Atoris. Under the sudden shrinkage of Atoris's pupils, she swung the ice sword and spun it around once before slashing out.
That is - resistance without any flaw.
As if it had been expected, if the destructive power of the beam comes from light, then the sword body as smooth as a bright mirror can refract and disperse the hot beam; and if the beam itself is violent free energy, it will be endowed with The blade of the ice element chopped off all the pieces.
Artoris was surprised by Baron's precise planning. As a result, it seems that the power of the beam is the former...
No! Artoris shook her head vigorously, wondering what she was thinking.
The opponent's level is as high as 162, and it is the most powerful monster the two of them have faced so far.
Now that Baron is fighting with all his strength, now is not the time to sigh. Has he been comfortable for too long and he doesn't even know how to perform basic joint operations?
"Take a deep breath and don't get carried away."
As if he noticed the change in Atoris's mood, Baron, who was resisting the impact of the death light, turned back and cast a trusting look at her.
"Try to recall what you said. You recovered your magic power to wedge out this maze. You need to buy some delicious food first, and then..."
"What did you say so seriously? You can still joke at this moment!"
I thought the other party was suddenly going to explain the next battle plan, but I didn't expect it to unfold like this.
The contrast that was not in line with Barong's character made Artolis dumbfounded at the time.
"At least the effect is better than encouragement." Barong said with a slightly tired smile: "Now that the mood has calmed down, then use some energy."
It is much easier to fight against monsters in the phantom world than against cultivators of the same level, because cultivators have more external sources of power—equipment strength—compared to monsters that rely on their origins.
This is the biggest difference between Tianeste and the current world. In this continent with extremely low force value, there are only a few equipment with special skills, forcing people to rely too much on professional skills and their own "blessings".
However, Tianeste's professional training does not rely on skill books, but is taught directly by instructors. In the final analysis, it is just a false world generated by self-awareness. Barong does not expect to learn any difficult skills from here. Some of them are just professional skills copied from the present world in the past based on memory.
This is also the origin of the thunder sword riding skills that Artoris has learned from Barong over the years.
However, even if Barong relied on his extraordinary memory to understand all the eighteen martial arts presented in his mind, he was unable to go deeper, so that they all stayed at three turns and could not get closer.
Although each of them is stronger than the professions on the mainland, this can only mean that the cultivators here are weaker than those in the real world. Otherwise, they would not be as strong as the Sword King, Dharma King, etc. who are not as strong as the sixth rank but have their own system. The strong can be respected as the world's great powers.
There are neither reliable armor weapons nor more powerful professional special skills. This is why the adventurers are a high-risk profession in this continent, and why a mere Horo monster can stump two people. .
