And this liquid began to eat away at her body almost instantly.

"Damn it!" Gracia wiped the holy water off her face angrily, but she couldn't help but gasp because of the unfamiliar burning sensation.

But she knew the situation was extremely critical, so she screamed to her subordinates without hesitation, "What are you waiting for! Come protect me!!!"

At the same time, she activated the invisible ring on her finger without hesitation.

The familiar sound of arrows breaking through the air rang out immediately, gradually disappearing in the direction of the two men.

However, at this moment, there was the sound of heavy breathing from a man and a horse.

At the same time, an invisible force field quietly covered her entire body, crushing the power of the treasures on her body without mercy.

The acceleration brought by her execution whip disappeared, and her body, which should have disappeared, was exposed to the air again. The protective ring on her hand turned into scrap metal, and the resistance cloak behind her turned into rags.

"—Holy Avenger!"

However, what made Gracia feel like she was falling into an ice cellar was that the horse's neighing came from behind her without any warning.

She had no time to think and could only rush forward with great difficulty.

However, as a devil's grand duke, her so-called good figure is proportional. She is actually still a giant several meters tall.

——Some parts of the body are really difficult to avoid in time.

chapped.

Accompanied by the ruthless sound of breaking through the air, the most advanced resistance cloak seemed like a rag that had been exposed to the sun in the dry desert for decades. When facing the sharp blade, it did not show the toughness that any magical item should have, and it shattered into pieces almost at the first contact.

Using various evil means to create magic items is a favorite method of many villains, because such evil magic items often have a very deterrent effect in appearance.

However, such magic items will instantly become ridiculous toys when facing the Holy Avenger: the Holy Avenger cannot completely dispel spells from powerful spellcasters, but evil magic items are not so lucky.

At the same moment she lunged forward, the cold blade pierced through her cloak and her left wing. However, along with the pain, there was also an equally strange burning sensation.

Before she could react, the burning sensation spread along the wound to the base of the entire wing.

Then, this burning sensation bloomed at the base of her wings like a spring ready to burst forth, transforming into an incomparably brilliant golden flower.

In an instant, Gracia let out an extremely shrill scream - the wound left by the sword was barely within her tolerance range, but the power infused in the sword was too heavy for her to bear.

The Holy Knight's Holy Slash.

The paladin's most iconic, most common—and most devastating—attack.

Their faith, their determination, and their fanaticism will all be gathered in one sword.

This sword was not enough to destroy her ability to resist, but it was a very dangerous sign - it meant that the holy warrior in front of her, alone and on his horse, had the power to threaten her life.

No matter what, she must regroup!

Gracia gritted her teeth and lashed out with a whip towards the holy warrior: "If you dare to take another step forward, the lives of these divine messengers will be in danger!"

In front of her, the paladin, riding a Pegasus, sneered at the words, the blood still wet on the blade of his sword: "If we can capture you, we'll have a hostage in our hands."

The Pegasus swooped down like griffins pouncing on their prey, showing no sign of slowing down.

"Varied--"

Gracia's impression of the paladin was torn to pieces and reshaped several times in just a few minutes.

Are you really a Paladin and not some imposter?! How can a Paladin stand by and watch someone die like this?

But now, she has no choice.

Gracia let out a long, shrill scream into the void, and the shriek almost instantly distorted the surrounding space, dragging a strong scarlet body from the Nine Hells between Mars and Gracia.

One of the devil's most classic powers is to call on devils of lower rank than itself to rush to the battlefield.

As a true devil duke, Gracia naturally has the ability to use the hellish demons under her command as her own meat shields.

During the charge of Mars and the silver ship, a sudden obstacle like a mountain of flesh appeared, which made it impossible for them to complete the planned attack.

But at this moment, Mars simply shouted loudly in his mouth and in his mind: [“Now!”]

Kelemvor was already locked in a tangle with the succubus, wielding his sword as he turned the area around him into a storm of blood and flesh. Upon hearing this cry, he suddenly stepped back, slightly away from the fray, and lightly pressed the hilt of the Deathly Blade.

Silver light burst out silently, rushing across the land of the hazy realm like a flood.

The countless creatures wrapped by it disappeared silently from the earth.

This included the army of succubi that had just been besieging and suppressing Kelemvor, as well as the reinforcements that Gracia had called for...

Even including the gods who were prisoners just now.

The hostage who was Gracia's greatest reliance disappeared without a trace in the brilliant light, leaving only the bloodstained iron chain.

"...Exile...?" The Devil Duke was stunned.

Just now, after the sword was activated, it instantly threw thousands of creatures in a large area back to their native plane - a power of this scale could only be divine power.

However, she also discovered a more fatal fact: she herself was not exiled.

"...It turns out I'm already this strong." At this moment, the Holy Knight said something that chilled Gracia's heart to the bone.

He was clearly a holy warrior, but Gracia could hear an uncontrollable bloodlust and madness in his voice.

He was just speaking normally, but an unusual hoarseness and echo quietly rose in his voice: "...If it's an evil demon, it shouldn't matter if I focus on it?"

At this desperate moment, Larroque's cold voice rang out in Gracia's mind: [It seems that you need help.]

Sixty-one Swords of Death (Part 9)

"I had no expectations of Gracia's strength. But seeing her so easily cornered by two mortals, I can't help but feel a little disappointed."

The Lich King, Larloch, was the only one who remained motionless, carefully observing the strength of the battlefield.

"Why doesn't she cast any spells at all?" The liches high in the sky still noticed something. "Her spellcasting might not be very powerful, but it's definitely better than hand-to-hand combat... Damn it, it's bad enough that her martial arts can't match that of the golden-armored warrior, but she's not even as strong as him! Is that several-meter-tall body of hers filled with nothing but air? Who is that golden-armored warrior?!"

"Among paladins, there aren't many who are exceptionally skilled in martial arts. Most paladins excel in their character and willpower. Paladins who can draw a sword in Faerûn solely with their hand-to-hand combat skills are rare, not to mention today, even throughout history." Larloch pondered for a moment, glancing at his men. "Besides Apodel and Mars, have any other powerful paladins appeared in Faerûn recently?"

The liches answered almost without hesitation: "Absolutely not."

To be a Paladin, perseverance is a great test. To be exceptionally gifted and strong enough to lift a heavy vessel is even rarer.

"...It's already started, great."

After receiving a confirmation from Fenwei, Emiya's breathing became a little calmer, but her heart was still beating rapidly due to nervousness.

"What about you guys?" Fenwei asked worriedly, "Do you really not need help?"

"Quite the contrary," Emiya said. "We've had a smooth sailing here—so all you need to do is hold your ground firmly and wait for our great enemy to walk into the trap. If nothing unexpected happens, you'll see him in a few minutes or even dozens of minutes."

"...I hope you're not being stubborn." Fenwei took a breath.

Emilia's expression remained unchanged as she said, "We'll see you after the battle. Be careful."

"I should advise you to be careful!"

The communication with Fenwë ended—and Alestria finally couldn't help but sigh: "You lied to her."

The situation in Judgment City is not as good as Emilia promised.

They originally planned to have Kelanwo and Mars suddenly launch a decapitation attack to disrupt the opponent's command system and gain the upper hand in the next battle... but the appearance of Gracia disrupted all their plans.

While the Nine Hells are powerful, there are few instances of large-scale deployment of demonic armies other than Avernus. Those demons that do come to the material plane are more like wandering soul-hunting salesmen than warriors.

Now they knew for sure that Zariel and Bile had brought the former Avernus Legion to the material plane, marking perhaps the first major demonic expedition in history. Shouldn't the remaining demons try to fill the gaps in the defenses left by the Avernus Legion?

No one expected that Asmodeus's own daughter would come to the City of Judgment with her own army on her own!

The prize pool is still growing. The rewards for victory are getting bigger and bigger, but the odds of winning are constantly decreasing.

This game of trading risk for reward is becoming increasingly crazy.

"The Death Blade has been activated for the second time." As soon as Yin finished speaking, he fell softly into Emiya's arms.

Silver is not in a good condition right now.

The Sword of Death itself didn't actually have any special powers, so the spell that had previously dismantled the entire Fury God system had just instantly exiled the entire Lust Demon Legion...

In fact, everything was done by Yin alone.

The intensity of this earth-shaking activity is still a big burden for her now.

"Didn't you say there was no problem?!" Emilia said in a low voice.

"...Hey, hey..." Yin let out a few satisfied giggles. "I shouldn't have been this tired, but I had a sudden idea and tried to directly call upon the power of the God of Death. It worked well, but it was a lot more tiring than I imagined..."

"You can now directly mobilize divine power?! ...No! You're doing it silently again!"

"The Death God position is vacant, so it's fine." Yin staggered, "When I get back, I'll pretend to be Amaunator and let those members of the Church of the Rising Sun play with my divine magic!"

"You should rest first!"

Now, Silver had banished a large number of Lust Demons with a single strike. However, it was no easy feat for the demons to reach the Twilight Realm from the Nine Hells, and Gracia's army was doomed to be unable to catch up with this bloody battle.

In the rear, the church leaders were frightened, retreating under the bombardment. The demons that had been in the camp had also disappeared. Now they could simply fire deterrent shots at the remaining enemies.

Normally, Gracia was completely isolated and helpless. She wasn't known for her fighting prowess, but rather for her seductive charm...

But unfortunately, when Mars saw her, what he saw was probably not her plump breasts and seductive waistline, but the blood flowing under her skin and the beating heart under her ribs.

It was already difficult for a demon to charm a paladin. To control the paladin's mind was a very bold move.

Now, their enemies have finally returned to where they started.

Larloch, the Lich King.

He is the most independent but absolutely not to be ignored person in the Council of Gods and Non-Gods. A powerful enemy like the Lich, who is capable of destroying a country, can only be regarded as a middle or high-level person in his army.

Larrock brought nearly a hundred such middle and senior management personnel.

"Your Majesty, Larloch is here!"

Soon, the shouts of the Halruaan mages interrupted Emiya's thoughts.

Larroque is here.

In a place like the Misty Realm, it is naturally difficult to find bones and flesh.

And Lalok does not need souls to consolidate the kingdom of God.

Therefore, Larok's only purpose in plundering souls here is the soul itself.

And he has decided to release all the accumulation of many days at this moment.

From the camp, a sea of ​​faint green fluorescence slowly floated out.

It was a sea of ​​ghosts.

But Emiya had never seen so many ghosts. Not even when she was in Candlekeep, Larloch had sent out so many ghosts.

At the same time, the state of these ghosts is unprecedentedly miserable.

They were staggering, all covered in bruises or even incomplete, the most miserable ones even had only their heads left.

Elaster was originally on high alert around Emilia and Silver, but when she saw the specific forms of those ghosts, her face turned pale at an unimaginable speed.

She was certainly not a young novice who had never seen the world, a young monk who couldn't even stomach blood. But no elf could possibly endure the horrific scene before her.

"If you want to vomit, just vomit." At this time, Yin said calmly, "This is Larloch's fault. It's natural for you to feel uncomfortable."

Ghosts are not all the same. At this moment, the ghosts released from the besieged camp were all female elves.

The ghosts born after the female elves were tortured and cursed have their own unique name: banshees.

They always cry like sad elves, wandering around their own death place, attacking all living people with hatred.

Such ghosts should have become increasingly distorted and hazy over time, eventually transforming into a luminous, blurry mist. Yet, the forms of the banshees outside the Faithless Wall were so clear and stable—this could only mean that they had been cursed and tortured not long ago.

"...Banshee..." Emiya's pupils trembled, "——So it can be [created]?"

Yin gasped weakly, "Perhaps it's one of Larloch's achievements over the years."

She struggled and lightly kicked Elastrid with her leg. "...Don't do anything stupid. The Banshee Sea is just an appetizer for what's to come."

A silver light flashed in Emiya's eyes, and she warned the two outside the city: [Back off! Larok is coming!]

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As a special kind of ghost, the banshee may not be so well known.

But when these wailing monsters let out their piercing screams, even the strongest warriors will tremble in fear.

Banshee's Wail.

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