Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

His gaze drifted past the crimson shadow, through the sea of Isatia's cursed flames, blood surging around him, as his footsteps cracked the ground beneath him, leaving huge footprints with every stride, turning the surrounding area into scorched earth.

He swung his fist down onto the ground, and the blood energy surged like erupting magma, forcing Isatia, Talia, and Migaya to retreat repeatedly.

"No sense of pain?"

Seeing this, Isatia furrowed her delicate brows slightly.

At the same time, she once again concentrated her magic power, increasing the output of the flames, trusting that her sister could block the oncoming Blood Jade Marrow Philip.

The temperature of the cursed flames rose sharply, turning from pitch black to deep purple, forming a giant web that spread behind Conzel and aimed to engulf Jasper as well.

Elsewhere on the battlefield, Jasper had already gone all out, his aura suddenly surging, activating the detonation device in his hand. In an instant, countless silver lights appeared from the void, shining like stars descending in the wind and snow, the orderly array of mechanical soldiers so numerous that they almost obscured the sky.

In the next moment, Jasper commanded, and the mechanical army moved collectively, transforming their angular arms into barrels, gun muzzles, and blades, diving down through the snowstorm.

Accompanied by some mechanical soldiers' self-destruction, the cannon fire roared like thunder, dense light beams and bullets poured down, sharp blades cutting through the cold wind, carrying with them the force of the sky collapsing as they bombarded Talia and Isatia furiously.

Facing this overwhelming offensive, the space in front of Talia distorted instantly, spreading grey cracks.

After a few seconds, there was a buzzing sound as the cracks suddenly enlarged, becoming like a space vortex and swallowed all the incoming mechanical soldiers, making them vanish without a trace.

Immediately the vortex erupted like a black hole, bursting with brilliance until it intertwined.

Migaya instantly threw the small bear doll he held onto the ground, and the dark silk threads rapidly extended into a barrier, weaving into a giant doll bear in the wind and snow, standing in front of the three of them, blocking all impacts.

"So tough, why are they so resilient and strong on the other side."

The dark magic silk threads twined around Migaya, shadowing him, as if with their own will, mending the bear doll's wounds, and letting it hold against the dark flow shield.

Migaya took the opportunity to cast spells to heal Isatia and Talia.

Once the shockwaves of this clash dispersed, the opponents' surprise attack and fire suppression might come again.

The battle was stalemated, difficult to distinguish.

Migaya clearly felt that the pressure on their side was greater.

Then at that moment.

Six figures seemed to simultaneously sense something, and unanimously looked towards the west side of Brilda.

There, an incredibly powerful magic force appeared, thick as a mountain and vast as the sea with the power of faith.

"Sister Xi De succeeded!"

Isatia muttered to herself, her eyes full of surprise and joy.

"I can feel how flustered Lanci is over there, it's as if his heartbeat reaches me."

Talia also wiped the fine sweat from her forehead.

Even Lanci, who would always remain calm on the battlefield, this time was burdened with all his companions' lives, Talia could also sense the heavy pressure on Lanci.

"Wait sister, could it be that you used too much of his mana, hence his fast heartbeat."

Isatia suddenly asked.

"Isatia, you..."

Talia was speechless.

At some point, her sister had been influenced by Lanci, her thoughts becoming more like his.

...

Above the southern side of Brilda outside the Saint Kray Monastery.

The three War Gods listening to Pranay's discussion of negotiation plans sensed the changes from the direction of the Divine Descendant Hall.

"How did a stronger magic source appear?"

"What kind of level is this thing, meow?"

The Twelfth War God Cat's Eye Stone Bianca asked unbelievingly.

Could it be that the one at the Cret Memorial Square earlier was a deceptive fake Loren?

And his entire appearance was to deceive them and drive Gaiat to a desperate situation, enticing Gaiat to unlock the seal of the Phantom Realm?

Her heart raced.

"Was your purpose earlier to delay time, just to wait for the moment to rescue the real Loren?"

The Ninth War God Amethyst Ryan quickly speculated the possible cause and effect.

"Now we also have the real Ninth-order on our side."

Antanas laughed complacently.

Their delaying tactics were accomplished.

Lanci always entrusted the safest tasks to the three of them.

Except for Blood Moon City being forcibly sent to powerful foes by the Seventh Ancestor Marquess Helitier, otherwise Lanci could even keep from letting them make a move.

The imbalance of power finally achieved equilibrium under Lanci's way of swapping heaven and earth.

She felt no psychological pressure or fear now.

"I believe there is still no need for us to fight, we can wait until they have a victor."

Pranay continued speaking to the opposing three War Gods.

His face remained unchanged on the surface, but internally he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the past, he would never be willing to gamble this way, it was a chanced trust in Lanci that led him to follow Lanci's chaotic movements repeatedly.

"Damn it!"

Ryan gritted his teeth hesitantly, looking helplessly between the monastery and the three Great Demon Clans.

He knew that even if either side won their weakest divided battlefield here, it would not greatly alter the main battlefield's situation, because if they headed to the Cret Memorial Square, it would likely cause disturbance, hindering the Ninth-order strong fighters on their side from acting freely.

But thinking this way made him feel as if he'd fallen into the enemy's ploy.

"Ryan, don't keep delaying with the enemies, defeat them quickly and help control the barrier!"