Above Lucas's head appeared a holy chalice, p a liquid light over him like a baptism.

  Intense holy light burst outward from Lucas.

  The evil entities summoned by dark magic dissipated upon toug the holy light, like cotton dy melting in water.

  Light dispelled the darkness. Ghostly hands and the summoned surned into wisps of smoke in the holy light.

  The sound of curses vanished like a fart, a brief "poof" and then silence.

  The holy light, after its explosion, quickly tracted and transformed into white armor that g to Lucas.

  However, this full-body armor only covered half of his body, giving him a dual-aspect beauty.

  Lucas tinued forward, the armor's segments king as they rubbed together, with holy energy creating an oppressive aura toward Brenda.

  Brenda indeed did not know the intruder could use rare holy energy. Mainly because the Mad Axe Gang members died too quickly, and Lucas's frost skills were too dazzling, overshadowing the damage caused by the holy fmes.

  Fag an elf wielding energy that restrained her, Brenda could only fight desperately.

  The gems on her headband burst into intense light, then all turo obsidian.

  Behind her, a bck mirror unfolded, tendrils emerging from it and ing around her.

  Brenda ted intations. The tendrils multiplied, bindiighter and tighter.

  Her breathing became bored, but she tinued ting.

  Lucas approached her, the holy fmes solidifying into a film of light c the bde of his machete.

  He sheathed his curved bde with his left hand and took out a potion.

  Breaking the vial, the potion turo dust upon tact with air, drifting towards the bck hole.

  "Soul devourer of the shadows, this is not where you belong, and I am not someone you tend with. Return to your ir and enjoy the gift I offer you, it should pensate for this soul."

  "If you block my path again, I will kill you."

  As the dust drifted into the bck mirror, the tendrils gradually released Brenda and slowly retreated into the mirror.

  The final dust ehe mirror, which then closed and disappeared.

  Brenda couldn't believe that after voluntarily sacrifig her soul, the dark soul devourer would retreat in the face of this elf.

  Feeling helpless, she looked in terror at the elf in front of her, adorned with half armor.

  The elf possessed ahereal beauty, a holy majesty, and a mase aura.

  "Who are you really?"

  "The dead don't o know the answer."

  Lucas decapitated the weakened Brenda with one ssh.

  Behind this door should be the ox-horned demon Jumu and the heart of the red dragon Niele in the safe.

  Lucas set his level to 100.

  Remaining time: five minutes and ten seds...

  A bit tight, but enough to kill a four-star hero.

  Lucas kicked the luxurious wooden door to pieces and teleported inside.

  Jumu was in the room, being assisted by a maid to don a set of armor. When the door was kicked in, the armor was only half-worn.

  Seeing an elf in half armor... half-body armor appear in his room, Jumu pushed the maid aside and tore off the inplete pte armor, tossing it away.

  He grabbed a giant axe from beside him and demanded of the intruding elf, "What did you do to Brenda?"

  Lucas didn't immediately attack Jumu but spoke to the maid who was c in the er, "Hey, miss... this has nothing to do with you, get out!"

  The maid immediately stood up and ran out. Jumu did not stop her.

  As she reached the door, the maid saw Brenda's body lying outside a out a scream.

  "Master, Miss Brenda... she's dead…"

  The maid finished speaking and then ran out.

  Jumu looked at Lucas, eyes filled with hatred, and the twe pairs of horns on his head burst into fmes.

  He dragged his double-edged battle axe towards Lucas, his robust body moving like an enraged bull.

  "Elf, who sent you! You are provoking a war! You will uand the sequences of angering the Mad Axe Gang."

  Having wasted quite a bit of time with the maid, Lucas, too, advanced with his bde towards Jumu.

  pared to Jumu, Lucas's physique appeared weak and fragile.

  The fusioor in the chest overclocked, geing immense energy that surged through his body.

  The half of his faot covered by his helmet dispyed light green patterns, and his greeurned into the color of ice crystals.

  Jumu felt the pressure from a powerful being and released a fme shield, three rotating fire shields encirg him.

  At that moment, numerous ice flowers bloomed in the room, and ireme cold, the fme shields quickly shrank.

  In an instant, they turned into three small fmes and then disappeared with a pop.

  Jumu spat out fire from his mouth.

  Snow and wind, following Lucas's steps, whipped up ihe room and then focused towards Jumu, pushing the fmes back.

  In a short time, rge ks of ied in the room, turning it into an ice cave remi of the pions.

  Jumu finally realized the intruder's strength; his own fire energy was now like a dle in the wind and snow.

  But waiting to die was not Jumu's way of survival. He had cut down oppos strohan himself before.

  Life-ah battles relied on strength, ferocity, luck, and... battle strategy.

  Jumu tinued advang toward the invading elf, braving the cold that seemed to pierce his skin, gathering all his strength.

  Gripping the battle axe with both hands, he swung it down.

  A fierce heavy strike! The heavy battle axe whistled through the air, fmes spraying out from its bde.

  As the battle axe fell, the elf's figure disappeared from the spot.

  Jumu immediately released explosive fmes, the high temperature heating the air and f a pressure wave that burst outward.

  Lucas, who had teleported to Jumu's side, was bsted backward by the air current, then fell as the floor beh him gave way.

  Jumu had shattered the floor with his axe, and the explosive fmes had further weake, causing a rge se to colpse.

  Jumu thought that if they fell to the first floor, his men could e to his aid. Whether it was a group attack or a ce to escape, it was better than fag this powerful elf alone.

  But…

  Why was his falling body rising back up?

  Why were the falling floments also rising and rebining as if nothing had happened?

  Time! She, she could trol time!

  Jumu looked in terror at his side, seeing the pressure from his explosive fmes reversing inward.

  The elf appeared at his side, her machete swinging, covered in a holy white light film.

  A fsh of the bde, and Jumu felt the world spin before he hit the ground and rolled.

  He saw his body, headless. He saw the explosive fmes pushing the elf away.

  He saw the floor shatter and colpse again.

  Then, he saw nothing at all.

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