You are all my wings...

The magic sword he now wields is a trophy he obtained from Utaman. It's a three-tiered short sword, longer than a dagger. He left his previous sword on the False Wisdom Tree during the battle and didn't take it with him when he retreated.

This short sword was sharper than Leon's original magic sword, and it clearly pierced a deeper part of the core of intelligence.

However, he had to temporarily abandon the magic sword after using it for a while. Before the vines could strike, Leon used Shadow Leap to narrowly avoid them.

Meanwhile, Iris's scepter of judgment arrived as scheduled.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

As Leon repeatedly teleported back into the defensive formation maintained by Berylita, Iris used Macchiato's wand to throw seven Judgment Spears in quick succession.

With better equipment, Iris's lethality increased dramatically.

Combined with her magic power of over 90 points, she fought with extraordinary ferocity. Her tender and pretty face revealed a fierce killing intent that made people tremble with fear.

At this point, Leon took over the defensive magic and activated his newly developed water-based slowing defensive magic.

Whoosh! Transparent bubbles covered everyone.

The vines that shot towards us all slowed down, their power greatly reduced.

When it lands on the shield, it can only create slight ripples.

As expected, the vines are also a form of magic, not a purely physical attack, and are within the effective range of the water-based slowing magic.

This basic spell, which only requires three or four points of magic power to activate, suddenly possesses power approaching that of an intermediate defensive spell, greatly saving magic power consumption.

Birelita took action, unleashing the intermediate-level magic Furnace of Holy Energy and Blazing Holy Light in succession to weaken the canopy's obstruction for Iris's Spear of Judgment.

In an instant, the outer edge of the tree canopy was dried out and scorched black by the scorching holy light falling upon it.

High-temperature heat flowed by, and the inner circle of the tree canopy continued to shrink.

Holy Furnace and Holy Light Radiance are similar yet different. The former is a fusion of holy and wind magic that can transform airflow into holy energy. It has its own scorching and purifying effects, and it also has the characteristic of airflow entering through any gap and penetrating everywhere. It can easily cross the barrier between dense needles and damage the inside of the target.

Holy Light's Radiance and Iris's Universal Light are more similar, both being heat-type magic.

Unlike Iris, who still needs Leon's convex lens magic, Berylita can already control the focus of light at will, forming heat rays of different intensities as needed.

Compared to the Holy Furnace, the Holy Light Radiance destroys from the outside.

The two spells were cast repeatedly. Although they lacked the terrifying power of Holy Annihilation, they were still quite formidable and quickly weakened a large number of the tree crowns and needles for Iris.

Soon, with all skills activated by everyone present, the nineteenth shot of judgment struck the core of intelligence—

Click click click!

Suddenly, a strange sound came from the pseudo-wisdom tree. Immediately afterward, the giant tree, which was over twenty meters tall, snapped in two and slowly fell to the ground with a loud bang.

Amidst countless flying pine needles and billowing dust, the vines also suddenly stopped moving.

Dozens of vines, resembling black old snakes, lay crookedly on the ground in front of Lyon.

On the battlefield, the magical radiance vanished instantly.

"Elise, fire three more shots to finish off the enemy. Everyone else, quickly eat monster jerky to replenish your magic and stamina! Avoid attacks from other monsters!"

"it is good!"

Iris continued to coalesce, and then threw the spear of judgment.

With the fourth-order wand, she fired 19 shots in one go with ease.

Leon glanced at Iris's panel and found that she still had half of her magic power left, 46 points.

In other words, with the fourth-order wand, her Judgment Spear, which is comparable to the power of pseudo-intermediate magic, only consumes a little over 2 points of magic power per shot.

It's important to know that even for someone like Birelita, who has a very high level of magical proficiency, it still takes around 5 points of magic power to cast an intermediate spell using the fourth-order enhancement.

With longevity, rare professions, and good equipment, this combat power is truly terrifying.

There are indeed reasons why elves can dominate the continent.

Moreover, the greatest advantage of Iris's Executioner's Spear is not its power, but its guaranteed hit.

This bug-like trait was acquired by Iris when she advanced to the third tier, and it was further enhanced by her core class skills.

If Iris could also utilize the properties she gained from the Radiant Moss in this magic, the power of the Spear of Judgment would likely be even greater.

After all, that's a property that can slightly distort time.

The battle is over.

Leon, disguised as a shadow, circled the False Wisdom Tree and finally confirmed the result.

The powerful fifth-tier monster was defeated by their combined efforts.

Before entering the dungeon this time, Leon would never have imagined that this team could improve to this level.

Of course, this level five power is difficult for others, but for Leon, who is familiar with the weaknesses, it is much easier.

If it were any other powerful Tier 5 opponent, it would probably be like when facing the Water Ape before, with several teammates at risk of death, before they could possibly win.

As for the fourth-tier powerhouse, if Berylita didn't interfere, the team's current strength would probably be enough to win quickly.

After all, everyone's strength has improved a lot compared to before.

Iris and Lyon, in particular, saw the biggest increases.

"We won! We actually managed to defeat a powerful fifth-tier monster."

Bovary knelt on one knee, making a prayer gesture.

The knights exchanged a knowing smile.

“Your Excellency, I now understand more deeply what you said before: as long as you survive, you can become stronger.”

Carl stroked his hair with a deep expression.

"Hurry up and get us something to eat! We just killed one monster, what's the point of giving a speech! Compared to that, I haven't had any fresh monster meat for days!"

Macchiato couldn't understand their feelings and started yelling.

Karl's face froze.

Chapter 128 Bovary the Missionary

Lyon chuckled; Machiru was quite an interesting fellow.

In fact, he did not dislike Machiru's behavior of ruining the atmosphere.

While the feeling of nostalgia and reflection after the battle is a release, it is not yet time to let our guard down.

“Alright, Macchiato is right. Although I understand how you feel, other fifth-tier monsters could pass by here at any time, so our danger is not over. What we need to do now is quickly organize our spoils and create a new hiding spot here!”

Carl was taken aback:

"Shall we continue our search for the way back to the 39th floor?"

"Of course, don't let our guard down just because we've taken down a Tier 5 powerhouse. You have to understand that this place is now teeming with Tier 5s due to the monster riots, and there are even Tier 6 floor masters around. If we accidentally run into a group of Tier 5s, no, let alone a group of Tier 5s, even a group of Tier 4s will be quite difficult for us to fight."

As Leon spoke, he took out a dismantling knife and beckoned Iris and Macchiato to come and help him.

The 41st floor was already dangerous, and the fifth floor wouldn't see large-scale activity.

From level four or five upwards, lone wolf monsters are the majority.

However, as long as the monster riots do not subside, there will continue to be powerful monsters appearing in this area.

Moreover, the main entrances and exits will inevitably create a gathering effect, making it even more difficult to leave.

Upon hearing this, Karl seemed to understand something: "Does Your Excellency mean that we should continue to stay here and continue hunting?"

"That's exactly it. What's best for us right now is to play guerrilla warfare, hunt lone monsters, keep eating and training them, and also take a look at the sacred murals, in order to quickly improve to the maximum possible level in the short term."

Lyon moved swiftly, quickly dismantling the core trunk of the pseudo-wisdom tree to extract the core of wisdom.

Although this thing is damaged, it functions similarly to the Kraken brain nucleus, both being raw materials for the production of soul-based drugs.

Moreover, holding it for a long time should also enhance brain activity, making it a rare and valuable item.

Mark asked, "But we're already at the peak of Tier 3. Without advancing to the next tier, how can we improve? Eating the flesh of powerful monsters will only lead to slow improvement; it won't produce immediate results, right?"

"Mark, that's a redundant question. Since entering the dungeon, haven't you been constantly improving?"

Bovary patted Mark on the shoulder, then looked at Lyon with admiration in his eyes.

"That's what makes Your Excellency so profound. You incorporate every possible detail into your actions! Mark, you haven't grasped it completely, so although you've improved, you're far inferior to me. Haven't you noticed that my speed has increased considerably these past few days?"

Upon hearing this, not only Mark, but also Karl and Miro became curious.

They couldn't help but look at Bovary.

"That's true, Bovary, your speed is indeed fast."

Carl pondered for a moment, then nodded:

"Before, you were only slightly faster than me, but now you're twice as fast. Sometimes I can't even keep up with your movements. So what's this about your supposed unfathomable nature?"

Bovary: "Carl, I thought you had already grasped it, after all, you just quoted His Excellency's famous saying, 'As long as you live, you will become stronger.'"

Karl was embarrassed and said awkwardly, "Doesn't this mean that the longer you live, the stronger you become? What, is there some other profound meaning?"

"Indeed, could there be another meaning to those words?"

Mark also raised the same question.

Milo shrugged: "I think you've gone mad, Bovary. No matter how capable you are, you're only capable of knowing monsters, commanding and mobilizing them, having two professions, casting magic very quickly, having strong combat skills, and being quite charming... well, it seems like you have quite a few advantages, but to say that you can make someone stronger, isn't that a bit of an exaggeration?"

Bovary was speechless, looking at the group as if they were idiots.

He had overheard several people's reflections and assumed they had realized the unfathomable nature of His Excellency Lyon and understood his good intentions.

Unexpectedly, their understanding of Your Excellency was still too superficial.

He immediately retorted disdainfully:

"You guys are really idiots. I used to be slower than Karl, but now I'm so much faster. Doesn't that speak for itself? What I've been doing these past few days is actually very simple: I've been learning from Your Excellency's daily routine, resisting the urge to eat more and more monster meat! Even when my magic and stamina are fully restored, I still eat more! Then I focus more on training, more on entering battle, and more on thinking about battle. If I persist in these things, even if I can't advance in rank, my magic, strength, stamina, and agility will slowly improve."

Unlike Karl and his group, who only considered monster meat as a restorative food.

Bovary has been eating as much monster meat as possible lately, constantly stuffing himself and training to the extreme.

So he discovered that eating more and feeling fuller led to more noticeable results from exercise.

At first, he had difficulty noticing the changes, but as his breathing technique improved, he gradually became aware of them.

With Leon as a reference, his belief became even stronger, and he trained more diligently and attentively after battles. Before he knew it, he was stronger than before.

He felt that he was not yet at the top of the third level, and that he could still improve.

What I previously thought was my limit was simply because I hadn't taken in more supplements or exercised enough.

"Has it really improved? I thought we just played well in this battle, with the experience from last time. I didn't expect that we actually improved?"

Mark still had an expression of disbelief.

"Anyway, I've told you everything I've done. Whether you want to learn it or not is up to you. Actually, I'm telling you this because I consider you true partners. Otherwise, do you think I, who usually doesn't like to talk, would reveal these secrets to you?"

Bovary spoke dismissively, his expression gradually becoming inscrutable:

"In short, observe and learn more from Your Excellency, and you will find the world is very different!"

After saying that, he went forward and began to help tidy up the battlefield and collect the spoils of war.

The remaining three looked at each other in bewilderment.

After a moment's hesitation, Karl said, "To be honest, I think Bovary has a point, after all, it is indeed an improvement."

Mark: "Since Karl says so, let's start observing and learning from you more diligently from today onwards. Now that I think about it, you're only at Tier 2, even if you're a rare profession with dual professions, your previous achievements are quite astonishing, aren't they? For example, assisting the Saintess in capturing Tier 4 Utaman, and taking the opportunity to capture Tier 4 Machiru during the riot. These two are not unknown figures; they are both formidable opponents at Tier 4."

Milo sighed, "Thinking about it carefully, maybe our common sense is wrong. Monster meat, maybe we really should try it more despite our disgust."

After some discussion, the three of them agreed that they had indeed intentionally or unintentionally overlooked Your Excellency's unusual behavior before, and that from now on, it was time to seriously observe and learn from it.

"Starting tomorrow, let's each take turns observing for a day and then share our conclusions, shall we?"

"agree!"

"agree!"

Chapter 129: A Great Harvest