Chapter 1277 - 575: Trial

Chapter 1277: Chapter 575: Trial

"Why wasn’t your target me?"

"Why didn’t you choose the strongest target with the rare opportunity, but rather a useless one?"

Miss Vampire glared unpleasantly at the Heroic Spirit who underestimated her, clicking her tongue in annoyance.

"You think she’s more dangerous? You think I’m weaker than her?"

Eliza, displeased, walked towards Julia, snorting, "It seems I need to show you who is truly stronger..."

As she spoke, she tipped her toes lightly and leapt forward with a seemingly elegant yet extremely swift motion.

!!!

Seeing the rapidly approaching figure, Julia had no time to think and instinctively thrust out her double-bladed weapon.

"Ha, are you an idiot?"

Eliza’s sneer made Julia’s heart sink.

It’s over.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Julia’s confident strike was forcibly halted.

Eliza didn’t even use any weapons; she merely, casually, and even lazily, extended two slender fingers.

Ding!

A soft sound, crisp like crystal crashing.

Those seemingly fragile fingers precisely and accurately pinched the blade tip where Julia had condensed all her power and killing intent!

All the impact force, all the shadow energy dissipated into nothingness with that light pinch.

!!!

Julia’s pupils contracted abruptly, and the Soul Fire almost burst out of her eyes!

She forcefully tried to muster power, yet found the blade tip seemed welded in time and space, immovable!

Eliza slightly tilted her head, with crimson pupils glaring closely at Julia’s face, which was full of shock and anger.

In those eyes, there was no battle tension, only a condescending contempt.

"Shadow Jump?"

She spoke, her voice not loud but carrying an icy mockery, cleary perceivable by Julia.

"Not enough."

Her fingers applied slight pressure, a stream of Shadow Power traveled along the blade, causing Julia’s Spirit Body to tremble, almost losing grip of her weapon.

"With just you."

Eliza’s red lips curled into an arrogant arc, sneering: "You don’t even deserve a second glance from him."

Before finishing her words, Eliza flicked her wrist gently.

A soft yet irresistible giant force emanated, Julia felt dizzy, her whole body was forcibly "thrown" out from the shadow dimension.

The reappearing figure of Julia staggered back several steps, barely steadying herself before the legion formation, looking worn out.

"..."

Humiliation!

Complete humiliation!

The opponent didn’t even truly attack, merely intercepted leisurely, turned all her offensive into nothing, and crushed her dignity!

Julia knew her power would inevitably decline after losing the Divine Kingdom’s protection, but shouldn’t have appeared so "weak and helpless."

The only explanation was... the opponent’s strength was absurdly powerful.

The enemy before her was definitely not an ordinary Legendary Vampire, at least a Vampire Prince, or even a direct bloodline transformed by a Progenitor personally.

"Deputy Legion Commander!"

Several elite Heroic Spirits rushed forward, guarding in front of Julia, glaring angrily at the two figures ahead.

While Kreti, who was nearly sneak-attacked, wore a relaxed expression, as if watching a dull drama, yawning a bit:

"It seems the outcome is decided, it’s my victory."

She looked at the controlled Heroic Spirits, gloatingly said: "I’m faster than you."

And hearing this, Eliza rolled her eyes at hers, put her hands on her hips, snorted: "Wrong, it’s my victory."

"Although we controlled the same number of people, I also repelled their leader."

"So, I win!"

...Hmm?

Kreti’s relaxed expression stiffened, looking incredulous at the Vampire.

I thought you were kindly blocking the sneak attack for me, but here you are waiting for me!!?

"Despicable!"

The Demon pointed at the Vampire, angrily saying: "What about fair competition!!?"

?

The Vampire, being pointed at and scolded, rolled her eyes speechlessly and retorted: "Me, despicable? You’re a Demon, what are you saying!"

"Besides, you think I didn’t notice you already taking action when you spoke earlier?"

You yourself aren’t a good thing, are you?

What are you pretending here?

"Tsk, you noticed it."

"Of course!"

While Kreti and Eliza attacked each other indifferently, the Heroic Spirit Legion was in a state of oppression.

Julia gasped heavily, not from physical exertion, but from extreme anger and a chilling sense of dread deep in her bones.

She looked at her comrades kneeling on the ground, seemingly with polluted souls, and then at the two enemies ahead, relaxed in their stance.

For the first time, Julia understood so clearly why the Legion Commander said her power alone was "not enough."

These two women, either one of them, possessed terrifying strength enough to crush an ordinary Legend!

Unfathomable, not to be contended with head-on.

At least, not here and not entangled with them!

Their mission was not to waste their lives meaninglessly here; their end shouldn’t be so trivial.

"All units, listen to my command."

Julia’s voice was hoarse with humiliation, yet carried a resolute determination to burn her bridges.

"Follow me—break through the encirclement!"

She no longer tried to rescue those kneeling comrades; that was obviously futile and might even lead into an even bigger trap.

The only choice now was to use their remaining elite forces to forcibly break through this checkpoint!

Eliza stopped bantering with Kreti, raising an eyebrow: "Oh, trying to run away?"

Kreti squinted and instructed indifferently, "Stop them."

Although she seemed to speak to the air, the kneeling Heroic Spirits suddenly raised their heads.

Their eyes flickered with chaos and hostility, struggling to grasp the weapons on the ground, shakily standing up to block the breakthrough direction of the legion!

Faced with the obstruction from their former comrades, the Heroic Spirits showed a moment of hesitation.

"They are no longer our comrades!"

Julia’s heart ached like a knife, but she had to issue the cold command.

"Don’t mind them, charge forward!"

Brutal and mournful emotions erupted in the hearts of the Heroic Spirits.

On one side was the determined but bleeding-hearted survivors, on the other side were the involuntary former comrades.

Swords clashed, energies exploded, and each attack was accompanied by a soul-deep lament.

Kreti and Eliza did not directly participate in the melee, having no intention of intervening at all.

They simply stood leisurely at the edge of the battlefield, as if enjoying a drama they had directed themselves.

Actually, they weren’t even watching.

More than the outcome of the battle, they focused on proving who had "won more."

And due to the negligence of the two, Julia managed to lead the remaining Heroic Spirits through the breakthrough at a heavy cost.

With about sixty percent of her forces left, she led them like wounded beasts escaping a cage, breaking through the line in a ragged condition.

They didn’t try to retreat to their base but instead plunged further into the fog, continuing toward Elda without looking back.

At this point, they no longer had the option to turn back.

Advance, no retreat.

What Julia didn’t know was that after the Heroic Spirits escaped, the two who had been arguing stopped simultaneously and turned to look at the direction they left.

"They’ve left, huh."

"Mm, they’ve left."

Julia thought she escaped by luck, but in fact, Kreti and the others let them go on purpose.

"Leaving only forty percent behind, isn’t the number of people passing through a bit too many?"

Kreti pursed her lips, teasing with a malicious tone, "But, the next gatekeeper isn’t as easygoing as I am."

Eliza, defending the Dark Elf, hissed, "You’re talking nonsense, Svanni is actually quite nice."

To prove this, she even added a sentence specifically:

"Besides, they don’t have physical bodies, Svanni wouldn’t be interested in them..."

Eliza paused, suddenly mumbling uncertainly.

"Really not interested? Might she want to do some other experiments?"

"Like stuffing Heroic Spirits into flesh or something..."

...

...

"What is that?"

Julia’s face twisted as she looked at the horrific creation blocking the way ahead.

After escaping from those two, they soon encountered a new enemy.

It was a ten-meter-tall Flesh Golem, made from countless Magical Beasts’ limbs, twisted flesh, and metal stitched together.

A Dark Elf with an indifferent expression sat cross-legged on the golem’s shoulder, observing the Heroic Spirit Legion from a height.

"This stage, tests your bodies."

She said:

"Those of weak physique, are prohibited from proceeding."

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