And Emilia's face darkened slightly.

The problem was that they had heard about it, and their intentions were obvious.

Grand Duke Silver Shield did not answer, and finally looked at the oldest ancestor of his family in silence.

The decayed Anta Silvershield grasped the Soul Reaper in his hand, but his trembling arms seemed to come alive at this moment.

The old man's arm stopped shaking and he aimed directly at his own neck and slashed it hard.

The shrunken skin offered no protection. Even if an artery had been severed, the blood that spurted out would have been devoid of any vitality. Even without this blow, Anta Silvershield's remaining life would have been counted in days.

But after this blow, Anta Silvershield's soul was also imprisoned in the Soul Reaper.

The Soul Taker fell to the ground, as if hitting the hearts of all the Silver Shield people.

Thorin Silvershield closed his eyes, his face full of bitterness.

And Raphael finally made up his mind at this moment.

He snapped his fingers resolutely, and a large ball of sulfur flame suddenly exploded beside him.

Emerging from the red light and shadow was a gigantic figure several meters tall.

It stood nearly four meters tall, its body covered in scaly armor, and perhaps weighed nearly half a ton. A pair of massive, bat-like wings stretched from its back, framing its crimson silhouette. Its massive fangs dripped with hissing green venom, and its tail was as long and powerful as a whip.

At the same time, he carried a huge mace high on his shoulder, with flames emitting from it.

That is the senior commander of the devils in hell, the highest-ranking devil, a powerful creature second only to the Grand Duke of Devil: the Hell Fiend.

As soon as he appeared, he grinned and said in Infernal, "It seems that our noble son of Mephisto has finally admitted his inadequacy and is willing to let his deputy take even a small portion of the credit."

Raphael said simply, "Use all your strength. All the credit for this trip will be shared by you and me."

"How can such a good thing happen?" A spark flew from the teeth of the Hell Devil. "I have sat in the Nine Hells for decades, which is equivalent to being imprisoned. You want to send me away with only half of my merit?!"

“—70%!”

"make a deal."

The Hell Demon's gaze darted around, then he glanced down. "...Apodel Adrian? Hasn't he collapsed?"

Then he looked at the city wall in confusion and astonishment. When he saw the three people, his mouth opened wider and wider, and finally he almost laughed to the point of choking. "Raphael! Raphael! Are you scared by just three little brats and you're asking me for help?! I looked down on you to begin with, but now I realize I overestimated you!"

"Stop talking nonsense. The pressure over there is even greater than here!" Raphael said with a dark face, pointing in the direction of Emiya, "If you succeed, you can brag all you want!"

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On the city wall, Emilia sighed deeply.

Sure enough, we have come this far.

Raphael was no weaker than him. Thinking of killing Raphael and rescuing Apodel in public was too wishful thinking given their firepower.

Raphael had already revealed his trump card: a Pit Fiend. A true Great Devil. Korhal, whom he had previously defeated, would be in a terrible state if he faced a Pit Fiend outside the forest.

Then, he should naturally respond.

Emiya threw the long sword at her feet and held her hands in front of her: "Yin, Xige, I'll take care of everything from now on."

"Weapons split in two!"

In front of him, magic was bound and formed under the drive of the spirit, and fantasy was filled in it.

In the storm of magic, a giant two-handed sword took shape at the speed of light.

It is simple, but still shines like the sun under the red clouds of hell.

Apodel seemed to sense something, turned around with difficulty, and grinned.

Emiya growled, "Holy Avenger—"

He grasped the hilt of the holy sword.

Emiya was clearly a mage, unqualified to wield such a holy sword. Normally, out of respect for their shared ties to the Path of Goodness, the sword would be allowed to be wielded by Emiya, but only with one-tenth or one-twentieth of its power.

By then, what should have been in Emiya's hand was just an ordinary magic sword.

Not to mention, the real Casomir had completely turned into an ordinary steel sword and fell into the mud.

"Casomir!"

But at this moment, the roaring demon-destroying spiritual light swarmed out from the sword edge, and even the red clouds in the sky trembled with fear in the sacred light.

It seemed as if the one holding the sword was Apodel Adrian himself.

Author's Note: This is a tough chapter, and I'll be taking one last leave on the 25th. My last exam is on the 26th, and I'll officially resume updates after that.

Ninety-nine Tearing Through the Darkness (I)

However, at this moment, the absolute protagonist on the field is not Emilia.

To everyone present, the Pit Fiend was a formidable foe who had to be respected and even looked up to. Even without considering his wisdom and command abilities, he was still a formidable foe capable of wrestling with an elderly dragon.

If the original Silver Shield tribe members were still wavering, then when the Hell Demon appeared, they were already trembling with fear and almost turned around and fled immediately.

This was a monster capable of causing a sea of ​​blood and corpses all by itself! Even the Grand Duke of Silver Shield's expression immediately turned grim.

In this situation, even if a young wizard used some secret technique, no one would pay attention to it.

The other people present had no idea where Emilia's composure came from.

"...?"

Looking at Emiya, the Pit Fiend blinked in confusion, and his body covered with scarlet scales almost shook.

The young mage before him, who didn't even have a beard, summoned a giant sword that looked vaguely familiar...

Then, he showed a seemingly confident expression.

Not Mordenkainen's Blade, not Scourge's Blade.

Both spells are known for their ability to summon a magical force field to create a blade effect. The mage can control it with his thoughts, and if he so desires, he can achieve a similar effect to swinging a sword.

But in the final analysis, it only appears to be swinging the sword - like the wizard's other spells, its true attack mode is controlled by the magic network.

Moreover, their power is often severely limited by the mage's own poor swordsmanship. Rather than being powerful spells, they are special spells or even toys that can only be used in specific situations.

It was precisely because of this that even the elven swordsingers, special mages who combined close combat and spellcasting, rarely used this type of spell.

Therefore, the Hell Demon is doubting his own eyes.

In front of him, there was a young wizard wearing the robe of a kind archmage, holding up his sword in front of a big devil with a serious look on his face.

The big devil almost laughed out loud: "Idiot! Are you trying to make me laugh to death? If it weren't for the special occasion today, you wouldn't even be qualified to see me!"

The Hell Demon, a high-ranking commander of a legion in Hell for years, commanded a large number of demons. If Raphael hadn't been commanding a secret operation that was not conducive to large-scale demon movements, this Hell Demon would have been surrounded by at least dozens of mid-level demons.

"Don't even think about it," said the Grand Duke of Silver Shield coldly. "If you try to summon a large number of demons or build a portal in Baldur's Gate, we will immediately turn our guns on you."

The Pit Devil wasn't angry when his plan was thwarted. He just shrugged and said, "That's fine. They're just a few little guys anyway."

In just a few short breaths, Emiya's body was covered with colorful magical auras, and all the enhanced spells that their team could add at the moment were added.

Unfortunately, there wasn't even a priest in the group, so the spells cast on them were barely effective.

Seeing this, the Hell Demon shook his head: "—What's the use?"

Emilia replied, "Not much, but enough to kill you."

"Ha! Hahahahahahaha!" Upon hearing this, the Hell Demon almost laughed to death.

His hands practically trembled. "Where did you come from, Paladin squire? You don't think I'll retreat on my own just because you speak righteously?!"

The Hell Demon was too lazy to waste time with this ignorant little adventurer, so he simply snapped his fingers.

"Group Human Immobilization."

Anyone who fails to resist the spell's effects will be at the mercy of their enemies for the duration—in fact, as soon as the spell takes effect, victory or defeat is decided. When facing large groups of humanoid enemies, the spell's suppressive power is unparalleled.

This was a seventh-level arcane spell, and Emiya, who had just been promoted to the sixth level, couldn't even learn it.

As the top-level devil, the Hell Demon can cast spells of this level as easily as eating or drinking, and it does not require any physical effort at all.

The Hell Demon didn't even bother to confirm the effectiveness of his spell, and teleported behind Emil and others in a flash - when a person steps on an ant, will he check whether his foot is hurt?

Even though the magic items on these little guys are quite powerful, it is far from enough to make up for the huge gap between the two sides.

The Hell Demon's long tail struck a powerful blow through the air. Even this simple blow, when it broke through the air, set off a roaring storm.

Raphael pursed his lips and stared closely in that direction, waiting for the final result.

It's impossible that the group of people who made him look so embarrassed could be defeated so easily, right?

However, at some point, the storm was suddenly mixed with the discordant sound of breaking air.

chapped.

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The magical storm of group human immobilization spell accurately bombarded the direction of Emiya and her group.

But Emilia could feel that the replica, or projection, of Casomire was emitting some kind of invisible but tangible aura.

The magic that the great devil was proud of collided with the spiritual light released by Casomire and failed to even cause the slightest ripple.

The blessing that Yin gave him has taken effect.

Silver's power seems more like some kind of real slowing down of time.

The effect of traditional acceleration techniques is simply to make people move more quickly and efficiently. To put it in an inappropriate metaphor, it is like a person who was originally slow in movement receiving effective exercise.

But from Emiya's perspective at this moment, the flow of time seemed to have slowed down by half——

And he seemed to be the only one who could move freely in this long river of stagnant time.

He clearly saw how the great devil traveled through space and arrived behind them. How the Pit Fiend's thorny tail curled back and then expanded rapidly in front of him like a spring.

Miss Imoen had cast a warning spell on him before he set off.

This powerful ninth-level spell allowed Emiya to briefly foresee the future. Thus, he saw clearly that if he allowed time to flow any further, the spikes of the long tail would disappear from his sight in the next instant.

When it appears again, it will carry Emya's head with it.

So, Emiya moved.

In other words, Casomille was driving Emilia's body. Without Casomille's help, even if Emilia could barely see the long tail's movements, he wouldn't be able to respond perfectly and could only try to dodge it by rolling and crawling.

But now, he just took a step not too far or too close, but completely avoided the trajectory of the tail strike and the storm it caused.

Then, the light on Casomir ignited, igniting the blade of the holy sword. Then, Emilia grasped the holy sword and slashed it upwards with all her might.

At the same moment when the sword blade was raised high, the devil's long tail also happened to hit the sharp blade of Casomir at a perfect moment and at a completely vertical angle.

The bravery of Apodel, the power of the great devil, and the sharpness of Casomire, the three forces intersected together and perfectly poured into the scales along the cutting point of the holy sword and the long tail.

chapped.

Amidst the crisp and sharp sound of cutting, the Hell Demon let out an earth-shattering scream.

The big devil flapped his wings and flew into the sky as if escaping.

The big devil who had been so arrogant just now was found to have a long section of his tail missing in an extremely disproportionate way. The bloody cross section even shone with brilliant golden light.

Emiya gently swung her sword, shaking off the devil's blood, as if doing the most ordinary thing. She said to her teammates calmly, "Xige, there's no need to rush to clean up."

"When its main body is banished back to Hell, this part of its tail will disappear as well. There's no point taking it away now."

Author's Note: I'm done with my work, and will be rehabilitating myself first. Also, the new heavy-armored outpost is really not good, it's a waste of my feelings.

One Hundred Tears of Darkness (Part 2)

Foul-smelling blood gushed out from the broken wound, and the sharp edge of the sword made the cross-section of the wound particularly clear.

Emiya could even clearly see that the devil's blood was rushing out of his veins, as if his tail had grown back - but maintaining this tail came at the cost of his life.

At the same time, the hellish demon's roar rang out, shaking the earth: "What did you do?!"

Ai Miya deliberately slowed down her speech and replied coldly: "As you can see - swinging the sword and then cutting off the tail of a certain big lizard that personally brought it to the sword."

"...That's unreasonable!"

The Hell Demon flapped its wings and flew high, trying to distance itself. But Sig immediately shouted, "Hey! You just finished boasting, and after just one exchange of moves, you're already planning to run away?"

"Think carefully! Hundreds of human eyes saw it clearly from top to bottom, left to right. The devil's general, the Hellfire! He boasts about destroying the world and destroying cities single-handedly. But when it came time to fight, he was cut in two by a twenty-something wizard with a single sword, and ran away holding his tail—"

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