"You are shameless, and you devils are shameless too?"

But at this moment, Raphael showed a slightly malicious smile on his face.

He said sinisterly, "Breff, you have taken command. However, you should know that Baatezu's orders always carry great weight."

Command also means being responsible for failure.

On the side, this confrontation also deeply shocked the others present.

Although all of them present would not lose to this Hell Demon, or even to an entire high-level devil team, they would certainly not be able to rescue in time, and would suffer heavy losses after a battle. It was definitely not an easy task.

And when the seemingly funny wizard suddenly changed his position and swung his sword, they couldn't even see his movements clearly, as if time suddenly accelerated at that moment!

Indistinct whispers instantly rang out in every corner of the Silver Shield Mansion like boiling oil, and the Grand Duke of Silver Shield silently looked at Raphael.

Finally, everyone's eyes turned to the sky.

Was this blow accidental?

The answer to this question will determine the direction of everything.

"...!"

Brave turned around without answering Raphael's sarcasm, his face full of murderous intent.

There were indeed warriors among the devils who were dedicated to fighting. And since Brave was participating in this conspiracy-based operation, he was certainly not a brainless reckless man.

However, recklessness can also be an attitude, representing his confidence in his own abilities.

What kind of threat Emilia poses at this moment and what kind of impact he has on the war situation depends not only on his own strength, but also on the suspicion of others.

And Emilia, holding the giant sword at this moment, unconsciously touched a wing-shaped ring on her left hand.

This ring, which also came from Imoen's treasure house, was also one of his important helpers on this journey.

It was obvious that Brave had not yet fully understood what had just happened, but he could not show any sign of weakness at this moment.

In a battle that should seem like a one-sided one, with the strong dominating the weak...

Caution is fear, patience is hesitation, and roundaboutness is fear.

Then, Brave's counterattack arrived. The great devil stretched out his finger and lightly tapped it downwards. A tiny bead of fire emerged, whistling towards where Emiya and his group were, and instantly exploded at the end point.

The sea of ​​fire instantly engulfed Emiya and his group.

However, this is just the beginning.

Casting fireballs was as easy as breathing for the Pit Fiend, so he only let his breath quicken slightly. Fireball after fireball rained down on Emya like a torrential downpour, blocking every possible escape and charge route. Rising crimson lotuses practically ignited the entire ground, shattering and melting rocks in the blazing heat, while smoke and dust raced through the ever-exploding flames.

The Pit Fiend did not attack anyone else intentionally, but the heat from the fireball that could melt metal had already begun to spread rapidly throughout the Silver Shield Mansion, accompanied by a continuous burst of sparks.

Fireball itself is one of the most famous spells in the world. As a third-level spell, it has a lethality far beyond its peers. When such a spell is wielded so recklessly by the enemy, almost no one can remain indifferent.

Even a high-level adventurer would be seriously injured or even killed on the spot if he was unprepared to face such a terrifying fire bombardment.

As if the firepower was not enough, the Hell Demon did not rush into the sea of ​​fire like before, but raised his hands high and stretched them straight towards the sky.

This time, it was no longer tiny beads of fire that fell. Instead, four huge meteors, dragging crimson trails, tore through the clouds and roared through the space between the sky and the earth.

Meteor burst.

In Elminster's hands, this spell could destroy a small group of gods and non-gods in one blow. In Karkoros's hands, it could reduce little Calimshan to ruins in one blow.

Now, it is Emiya and his party's turn to experience the power of this spell firsthand.

[Here it comes again! Here it comes again!] Sig's scream echoed through the telepathic connection. [I never dreamed that I would be able to withstand three fireballs in a row! What's this time?!]

[It's four large fireballs, collectively known as Meteor Explosion.] Silver's voice was filled with excitement, [Go! Emiya! You can do it!]

It's so noisy.

Emiya could only sigh inwardly.

Now the three of them were standing so close together that they were practically touching each other. Sig wanted to just hug his legs.

The firestorm caused by the fireball had no way of penetrating the Holy Avenger at all. The barrier of this powerful holy sword could not be destroyed by magic of this level.

However, even so, the heat from the fireball had already caused the ground beneath their feet to gradually melt.

No, in the final analysis, the sword's power fundamentally stems from its wielder, Apodel Adrian. Emilia is merely responsible for temporarily lending the paladin's power to her.

The next second, the distance between the four meteors and the earth became zero. They landed right around the three of them, and fierce shock waves and heat came from all directions, blocking all their paths.

However, Casomir's magic-destroying aura also blocked all light and heat.

Sig gasped and tugged at the corner of Emilia's clothes: [...Is my meat cooked?]

The destructive meteor explosion should have been indestructible, but when it collided with the five-foot spiritual light opened by Casomire, it could only vanish as if it had never existed.

Emiya replied: [It's probably still fresh. Can you see where Brave is now?]

"I can see... bullshit! It's just all beeping and popping noises and flames. How would I know? Go ask Miss Imoen!"

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The smoke cloud from the meteor explosion had already risen high into the sky. The white dust was lifted high by the hot wind, forming a huge mushroom cloud in the air.

Thorin Silvershield walked silently to the side of Shiji Silvershield's coffin and picked up the Soul Reaper that Anta Silvershield was obsessed with.

He looked at the mysterious dagger for a moment, then sent a message to Raphael.

What they were going to talk about next must never be spoken out loud.

Let's discuss one last business deal.

I don't know what that young man named Emiya did, but the devil can't defeat him.

"Give him to me, and I will give Apodel to you. To do this, you must resurrect Antar and Shiji, and leave Baldur's Gate forever, leaving the city to mortals."

【make a deal?】

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[At one o'clock, forty meters high, but circling at full speed, constantly changing. Also, your spell has a duration.]

【I see. 】

A message from Imoen arrived. Emilia narrowed her eyes slightly.

The power of the Holy Avenger successfully protected the three of them, but the red-hot, blazing flames still swirled in front of Emiya.

Pit fiends didn't have the ability to cast meteor bursts continuously. In fact, they could usually only cast one meteor burst per day. But Fireballs bombarded them like a meteor shower.

This high wall built with fireball magic blocked the view of Emiya and his group.

Everywhere you look, you can see dancing flames and black smoke that stretches as far as the eye can see.

Emilia is a shapeshifter. In the eyes of ordinary people, she is probably one of the people in the world who likes playing with fire the most.

But he himself actually didn't like fire, especially not being roasted by the flames like he was now, with his eyes blinded by the flames - even if the heat from the magic didn't successfully reach his body, he still didn't like it.

[…Emiya, your hands are shaking.]

Emiya was stunned for a moment, bit her lip hard, clenched her hands a little tighter, and said, "Yin, I'm going to do it. Protect Xige."

【It’s a small matter.】Yin replied.

She extended her hand slightly forward.

A vague and invisible wall rose from the ground, enclosing them.

The Wall of Time was now Yin's specialty. She hadn't used it before for a simple reason.

Giving Brave a false sense of security.

Emiya touched the ring on her left hand with her right hand: "...Seraphim Wing Ring!"

This shining gold ring bears an inscription: May the great Seraph guide us.

In this world, the term "angel" is a relatively loose term. Of course, this world exists in heaven, the kingdom of the benevolent gods. Creatures born into this heavenly realm are often called celestial beings. For example, the Pegasus of Apodale is a celestial being.

In some contexts, angels refer to the most powerful group of celestial creatures: from weak to strong, apostles of the star realm, servants of other worlds, and servants of the seraphic realm.

Seraphim God Servant, said to be the most powerful of all celestial beings, closest to the gods, yet also the rarest. Even the most powerful mortal might not be able to compare to a Seraphim God Servant in their lifetime.

Mortals often mistakenly believe that the Hell Fiends and Balor Flame Demons, as the most powerful representatives of Hell and the Abyss, can rival the Seraphim Gods. This is a complete misunderstanding. Neither of these two groups is necessarily a match for the Gods of Otherworld.

The Seraphic Servant is a creature on the same level as the Devil Duke and the Demon Lord, or even completely superior to them.

The power granted by this ring is only the most insignificant part of the power of the Seraph Servant.

Transparent and brilliant wings appeared behind Emilia, and the instinct to fly was instilled into his mind.

——Even, his body controlled the wings very skillfully, binding the wind behind him and adjusting his posture for exerting force.

He curled up slightly, freed one hand, and made a teleportation gesture.

Anywhere door.

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"It seems you drank a bit too much wine at tonight's feast." Raphael refused without hesitation.

He ceded command to the capture of Baal, a mission he feared he could not complete, choosing to trade reward for lower risk.

But just give up the entire Baldur's Gate and stay away from this place from now on?

Raphael will have to bear all the consequences of this incident.

Raphael tilted his head slightly indifferently: "The trust between us is now shaky. I don't see why I should be blackmailed by you."

Grand Duke Silver Shield said calmly: [That means your personal strength is indeed very weak—]

"Ha!" Raphael scoffed. "Grand Duke Silver Shield, you're very ambitious. You appear impartial, but in reality, you're always trying to sell your loyalty for a good price, and ultimately, you want to ride on everyone's shoulders—"

The devil replied: "Everyone wants to be the protagonist of a play. No one wants to be stepped on by the protagonist. And I don't want to be your supporting role."

"The world is not a stage; there are no pre-written scripts. Therefore, the price of greed will be greater than the drama in Little Calimshan." The Silver Shield scoffed, "Want everything? Perhaps you'll get nothing. Don't treat Apodale as your own—you seem to have a sure win, but it's only because I remain neutral."

[Ha!] Raphael remained silent. [I'm going to return what you just said—you'd better stop.]

"That's a shame." As if realizing something, Master Gunde pulled out a divine scroll from his waist. "I'll say this one last time. Do you agree? What I say is my bottom line. There's no room for compromise."

Raphael simply stopped answering and turned to Brave, shouting, "Are you the charcoal worker here to burn wood?! Do you want me to include your current performance in the report later?!"

Brave turned his head in annoyance and was about to answer when his eyes suddenly widened as if he saw something.

And the communication from Grand Duke Silver Shield suddenly stopped at this moment.

Raphael tried to turn around in shock, but felt a burning pain in his throat.

A pair of meter-long white wings spread out at his sides. The dancing flames brought a dazzling light, casting a large shadow on the wings.

A dark shadow flowed over Raphael's head and splashed onto his throat - where a two-handed giant sword had pierced his pharynx at some point.

"Ho-ho-ho—" Raphael stared at the sharp blade in front of him, his eyes wide open. He wanted to say something, but blood and bubbles gushed out of the wound. All his talent turned into a meaningless hissing sound at this moment.

The devil lowered his head in astonishment, as if he had thought of something.

Why did the sharp blade that pierced his throat look so familiar?

It was as if he had seen this sword countless times in just those few minutes.

Why would that guy named Emiya hold the supposedly powerless Cassomir?!

Cassomir was clearly lying quietly on the ground at that moment, transformed into an ordinary steel sword. But just a few minutes later, this holy sword pierced his own throat with the same terrifying power as before? (Note*)

Why?! Even if we assume that this mage also has a Casomire in his hand, in the hands of a mage, it shouldn't be able to perform so terrifyingly!

Raphael wanted to say something, but even the devil could not take any action when his trachea, esophagus and even cervical vertebrae were completely destroyed.

He struggled on the sword's edge and wanted to turn his head to question, but Emilia silently dragged the blade, and the last connection between Raphael's head and neck was severed, and the devil's head rolled off his neck.

Emilia shook the sword to get rid of the blood on it, then pushed, and Raphael's body fell to the ground.

This scene shocked everyone present.

Many of the Gond people had been involved with Raphael, and seeing the once high-ranking Raphael lose his life in an instant, they couldn't help but take a few steps back. Some of them happened to be near the ruins and were immediately tripped by the rubble, falling to the ground in a very awkward manner.

Braif, far away, took his first serious look at the greatsword in Emiya's hand. When he came to a conclusion, the great devil's broad wings trembled, and he almost lost the ability to stay aloft: "...Holy Avenger?! That's why my spells were completely ineffective..."

Immediately, he realized more problems: "No! No! The Holy Avenger isn't a weapon that anyone can use! Moreover, the power of the Holy Avenger varies from person to person. Even if you're a Paladin who's also a magician, the Holy Avenger in your hands is no better than scrap metal. It can't stop my flames at all!"

The Holy Avenger was certainly powerful, but its magic-breaking aura only worked against spells weaker than the wielder's. In other words, only in the hands of a paladin of Apodel's caliber could it truly unleash its invincible power, defying all evil.

Even if Mars came with the Holy Avenger in his hand, when facing the flames of the Hellfire, he could only rely on the magic resistance given by the holy sword to forcibly resist. There was no way he could exert the effect of a one-way anti-magic field like he does now!

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