Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

After finding a hotel to stay in, Lynn went alone to a corner of Tours.

The statue of the Southern Hero stands in the corner. Although a corner of his cloak is missing, the grandeur of the strongest hero can still be seen.

Lynn walked up to the statue and placed his palm on the rough stone surface.

hum.

A familiar sense of resonance instantly spread throughout my body.

[Statue of "Hero of the South" detected, power resonance... Synchronization initiation...]

[Completed simultaneously.]

Congratulations on obtaining the constitution: Curse-Breaking Body

[Note: Curses and instant-death magic of any kind are ineffective against this constitution or will significantly weaken it.]

[Future vision has been greatly improved! It can autonomously predict the future up to 10 seconds in advance.]

[Current ability acquisition progress: 20%]

The ability to break curses is indeed a divine skill.

Before being able to foresee the future and even further into the future at will, this innate physique will undoubtedly be a major trump card in facing the Seven Collapse Sage Mahat.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, the scene before him suddenly distorted.

The prediction of the future has been activated.

The scene shows the ruins of Casey Village, littered with severed limbs and broken arms.

Viabel knelt on the ground, his body riddled with black spears.

He stared intently ahead, still roaring something, but only blood and foam oozed out.

Not far behind him, the girl named Nero was pinned to the roof beam by a huge spiral spear piercing her chest.

In the center of this hellish scene, a slender demon is suspended in mid-air.

He had two horns on his head, hundreds of black magic spears floating behind him, and an elegant smile on his face.

The scene abruptly ended.

Lynn clenched his fists instinctively.

That's a scene from the future!

If left unchecked, the situation depicted in the image will inevitably occur.

"Let's call Kraft. With an ancient hero backing us up, the safety factor is high."

Lynn made up her mind and turned back to the hotel.

……

Casey Village.

Dust flew everywhere.

Viabel wiped the blood from his face, staring at the figure in mid-air, the tip of his wand flashing: "Damn it! There's no way he can escape."

In mid-air, a demon dressed in a black suit was elegantly looking down at him.

The demon was not carrying any weapons, but hundreds of black spears were floating densely behind him.

Demon General, Thousand-Spear Retoas.

"A human magician."

Retoias's voice was as gentle as if he were chatting with an old friend, "Your struggles are quite entertaining."

"Watch your grandpa!"

Viabel raised his hand and unleashed a basic attack spell, a black beam shooting straight at Retoas.

However, the beam of light was blocked by defensive magic the instant it touched Retoias's body.

"I've heard my men talk about you, the captain of the magic team, but in my opinion, you're nothing special."

Retoias waved gently.

call out!

A long spear shot out from behind him in an instant, as fast as black lightning.

Viabelu's pupils contracted sharply, and he quickly turned to the side.

puff!

He arrived too late; the spear pierced his left shoulder, pinning him to the wall with immense kinetic energy.

"team leader!"

Nero cried out in alarm and tried to rush over.

"Don't come any closer!"

Viabel gritted his teeth and pulled out his spear, blood gushing out. "This guy... is beyond our capabilities!"

That shot wasn't just a penetrating wound.

A sharp burning sensation came from the wound, like ants gnawing at the bone marrow.

curse!

Each gun carries a powerful curse; once wounded, the wound not only fails to heal but also continuously weakens the victim's physical strength and magical power.

"Oh? You can still stand up?"

Retoas raised an eyebrow. "Looks like you have a good will. How about this?"

He waved again.

This time there are ten long spears.

This sealed off all of Viaberu's escape routes.

"Let's give it our all!"

Viabel spat out a mouthful of smoke, staring intently at Retoas in the air.

Visual binding magic.

Once someone is locked onto by his gaze, their body will be forcibly bound, unable to move, and unable to use magic.

However, this requires the line of sight to cover the entire body of the other person, and in this situation where one is surrounded by a large number of demons, it is playing with one's life.

Because the demon minions around him could kill him at any moment, and Nero was the only one left among his men, he couldn't pay attention to his surroundings.

This is a skill that involves risking one's life.

Just as Retoas was about to attack again, his body stiffened instantly. "Can't move? I didn't know you had such magic hidden away."

"Nero! Move out!"

Viabel's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Retoas. "Kill him!"

Now we have no choice but to take a gamble!

"receive!"

Nero raised his staff, and all the magic converged at that moment.

The black, destructive magic roared out, heading straight for Retoas's heart.

However, just as the magic light was about to strike...

A mocking smile curled at the corner of Retoias's mouth.

"Very good teamwork, but unfortunately... I'm not alone."

A dark figure, like a black streak of light, quickly rescued Retoias; the demonic light missed its target!

That was the female demon who had been observing the situation from the sidelines. Because Retoias was too powerful, she was completely inconspicuous.

Once out of Viabel's sight, Retoias was free to move and quickly manipulated hundreds of spears to turn their heads.

Target—Nero.

"Run!!!"

Viabel roared.

Nero stood there dumbfounded, her magic power exhausted, and could only watch helplessly as the black rain fell from the sky.

Am I going to die?

Just like the captain often said, he died in some unknown corner, and even his body was devoured by monsters.

At this critical moment!

A figure suddenly burst into this realm of death.

Ding ding ding ding!

The dense clang of metal resounded through the sky.

Nero looked up and saw a not-so-tall figure blocking his way.

The man held the sword in both hands, the blades dancing into a dense, impenetrable silver curtain of light.

Those cursed black spears were deflected and severed the moment they touched the light barrier.

Ding.

After the last broken gun landed, the figure slowly straightened up and shook his slightly numb wrist.

"Luckily, I made it in time."

Lynn turned her head and smiled faintly at the dazed Nero. "Can you still move?"

Nero's mouth gaped open, and for a moment he forgot how to speak.

Viabelu, who was not far away, also saw who it was and grinned.

In mid-air, the disdain in Retoas's eyes vanished, and he stared at Lynn, asking, "Who are you?"

Lynn turned around, crossed his twin swords in front of his chest, and said, "A dying demon need not know my name."

Retoas narrowed its eyes, and in that instant, it saw a phantom in this human that made its soul tremble.

That was fear etched into the genes of the vast majority of first-line demons.

The figure of the man who once slaughtered his way through the entire Northern Territory.

"I see."

Retoas's gaze turned cold, and the number of spears behind him doubled. "The spirits of the Southern Hero?"

"Then let me see how much of that monster's skill you've inherited!"

boom!

Thousands of spears cascaded down like a black waterfall.

"Kraft! To the left!"

Lynn shouted and transformed into a sharp arrow, soaring into the sky.

"They're here!"

Kraft, who had been lying in ambush on the flank, leaped out of the ruins, his iron fists carrying the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, and slammed into Retoias' blind spot.

The battlefield situation reversed at this moment.

Viabel slumped to the ground, watching the figure move freely through the hail of bullets, muttering to himself:

"The warrior's fighting spirit remains undiminished."

After saying that, he turned around and killed a demon soldier who was about to launch a sneak attack.