Fighting you is like being in jail.

"I, Common Cold, have now picked up the first napkin of victory! I have won this battle!"

In the instant the city wall collapsed into ruins, only Leng Changqiang's powerful voice resounded all around.

Having been through similar experiences, Kitahara Iori instantly realized something was wrong, his pupils dilating in shock as he lay prone in the ruins, staring at Leng Chang.

"Hey! Leng Chang, what did you draw?! Answer me! Answer me now!"

Kazuma Sato, standing to the side, looked at Iori Kitahara, who was loudly questioning him, with incomprehension:

"What's wrong?! Why are you so nervous?!"

Leng Chang slowly turned around, his face like a ghost, his laughter like madness, looking at everyone behind him.

"No need to worry, we have already won!"

Just as Leng Chang was getting excited, Liu Guna's eyes narrowed and he acted swiftly, unleashing his magic with murderous intent.

Blood Magic!

In the blink of an eye, the blood on his body, as well as the blood scattered around him from his injuries in the explosion, transformed into incredibly sharp attacks that rushed towards Leng Chang.

Although I don't know what magic you used, you can't dodge my attack at this distance!

Liuguna stared fiercely at Leng Chang, calmly speaking amidst the blood attack.

"Who gave you permission to look me in the eye, you bastard!"

With a loud shout, Kitahara Iori transformed into a beam of white light, piercing through the incoming blood, and simultaneously charging towards the city wall behind Ruguna.

Boom——!

The explosion following the impact created thick smoke and airflow that instantly tousled Luguna's long hair and tattered aristocratic attire.

Luguna belatedly turned around and his pupils contracted. He saw that the city wall behind him was broken, and even the distant forest had been pierced by some terrible attack, leaving a chasm.

"Iori? I-ori—! Ahhh! What happened! Why... Iori launched it!?"

Kazuma Sato stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the scene before him.

"What...what happened?! I have absolutely no idea!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Leng Chang, standing in front, said seriously:

You'll never guess what I drew!

"What is it!?"

Under Kazuma Sato's questioning gaze, Leng Chang crossed his arms in front of his chest, displaying an arrogant air of "I am the greatest of all beings."

"You're next, Kazma!"

"What?!"

Just as Kazuma Sato's body trembled, his body transformed into white light and shot into the sky, along with Madoka Kaname, Homura Akemi, Ichiri Goto, Shizuka Hiratsuka, and Celie.

They stared wide-eyed in disbelief, feeling their bodies glowing, before soaring into the sky.

Madoka Kaname: "Hey! I haven't drawn any cards yet!"

Homura Akemi: "What time is it? Stop thinking about your card!"

Shizuka Heike: "No!"

Goto Ichiri: "It's extinguished! I hate this feeling!"

Celia: "I knew it..."

The next second, they radiated white light and floated behind Leng Chang, like white lights illuminating the night hanging on the wall.

Leng Chang walked to the highest point of the ruins, his eyes looking towards Liuguna. To Leng Chang's astonishment, Liuguna pointed a finger at him.

"Hahahahahahaha! You mongrel! Bow down!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Almost simultaneously, Leng Chang's own men behind him transformed into cannonballs, trailing white streaks of light as they charged down.

The impacts continued to strike the location of Luguna.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

At that moment, continuous beams of white light shot into the sky from the ground, shining like small suns in the dark night sky, and the earth was filled with tremors and unease.

Luguna was instantly vaporized by this terrible attack, and the residual force also took away another demon, Line.

Then there is no more.

Everyone was stuck upside down in the rubble of the explosion, and the enemy had vanished without a trace. Only the ruins proved that a terrible battle had just taken place.

The residents couldn't sleep at all that night; they were all startled awake by the explosion.

In the chat group.

Kitahara Iori: RNG! Cold, you bastard, can't you launch something else?!

Kazuma Sato: I'm stuck! Can someone help me?!

Madoka Kaname: Damn it! I missed the battle!

Homura Akemi: OMG! What did you draw?! Why did everyone launch?!

Kitahara Iori: Huh? I'm not alone? Aha! I feel balanced now!

Kazuma Sato: This isn't a fight at all! I haven't moved an inch from start to finish!

Black and White Hill: Isn't auto-battle better? Luckily, I'm more skilled and just ran away without participating! Aha!

Leng Chang: What a refreshing feeling! It's like changing into new underwear in the morning! I won the lottery for launching all my teammates! Hahahaha!

Celia:

Kitahara Iori: Holy crap! Are you invincible?!

Kazuma Sato: Damn it! I get it now, this is supposed to be a cooperative battle, right?!

Madoka Kaname: Next time, next time I'll definitely draw first!

Goto Ichiri: Help me, I'm stuck in the ditch!

Celia: Sigh... Well, now there's only Aura left.

Leng Chang: Oh oh oh oh! I'm going right now, I absolutely have to see Aura the Violin!

On the plains outside the city.

After leaving the dungeon, Frilian told Philon and Shutark to stay in the city and help out. Before the two could even react, they were blown away into the street by the shockwave from Leng Chang and the others' battle.

Fortunately, it was only a level 8 gale and did not cause any damage.

Meanwhile, Frilian was surrounded by countless headless knights in the center, while the purple-haired Seven-Break Sage Aura smiled smugly, holding a golden scale in her hand.

"That's the magic of obedience."

Aura proudly introduced her magic to Frilian, who was timid and cautious. Knowing she couldn't defeat Frilian, she had kept quiet until now.

They only began to move after the hero Simmel died.

"This magic places the soul on a scale to measure the amount of magic power. The side with more magic power will make the other side submit and become a puppet."

Her eyes were fixed on Frilian not far away, and she felt that victory was within her grasp.

In her eyes, Frilian's magic was far inferior to her own, which meant that she could completely control Frilian.

Meanwhile, Frilian dodged and weaved around the countless headless horsemen, simultaneously retaliating with magic, clearing a vacuum zone around her almost in the blink of an eye.

However, Aura did not allow the headless horseman to continue attacking; she knew it was futile.

He slowly raised the scales in his hand.

"The fallen Frilian... first appeared about 80 years ago. No matter what, you can't defeat me, a great demon who has lived for five hundred years!"

Chapter 101 We will win.

The moment Aura finished speaking, she raised her hand and held up the golden scales. Instantly, the golden scales emitted a white light, turning the gold into a silvery-white color.

Black and white spherical smoke appeared on both sides of the scale, with black representing Aura and white representing Frilian.

After a brief period of calm, the scales tipped toward black, with Aura's magic power surpassing Frilian's.

Sensing the glow of victory, Aura smiled confidently, a hint of smugness in his eyes, and said:

"It seems I won."

As she spoke, she drew the longsword that the headless knight had brought down, holding it horizontally in front of her chest with satisfaction and anticipation.

"I will personally cut off your head."

However, just as Aura was enjoying the joy of victory...

Ka Ka Ka

The scales in her hands trembled, the white side becoming heavy, gradually leveling with the black side.

Hmm! What happened?

Is the scale starting to tip in Frilian's favor?

Aura noticed the movement of the scales and became puzzled. She looked down to examine them to see if she was mistaken.

An uneasy atmosphere permeated the grassland, causing Aura to involuntarily look towards Frilian ahead.

“You have placed my soul on the scales, Aura.”

Frilian stood blankly on the grassy plain, her hands gripping her staff, her eyes devoid of emotion as she stared at Aura ahead.

"What do you mean?"

Aura asked expressionlessly.

“You should have realized that by now,” Frilian said calmly. “My magic has always been suppressed. You misjudged me, Aura.”

Aura subconsciously glanced at Freylian, then said with a smirk:

"That's impossible. I can't be wrong. Your magic isn't as unstable as it is when it's suppressed."

"Wow? I'm really surprised that demons can observe magic power so clearly. It seems that my suppression of magic power has reached a natural state."

"Huh? Are you an idiot? Why would you do something so ridiculous?"

Aura's smile became unnatural, and an ominous premonition rose from the bottom of her heart. She subconsciously asked a question.

Frillie paused for a moment, recalling why, before speaking:

"This is all for the purpose of defeating your demon race."

Aura frowned uneasily, pursed his lips, and dared not speak. A bead of cold sweat appeared on his cheek.

"What a joke! I am a great demon who has lived for five hundred years!"

"That's a real shame, Aura. Standing before you is a magician who has lived for thousands of years."

As soon as she finished speaking, the magic power that had accumulated over a thousand years erupted from Frilian's body.

boom!

The magic that erupted in an instant lifted Frillie's clothes and long hair, and her blue eyes were filled with a merciless look.

She stood on the grass littered with corpses, constantly unleashing her magic.

Boom!

In an instant, the scales in Aura's hands tipped completely towards the white side, with a heavy, almost tangible feeling, like a stone being dropped.

Her pupils contracted instantly, her eyes widened, and her eyelashes trembled uncontrollably.

Those blue eyes revealed controlled circular shapes; at that moment, Aura became Frilian's puppet.

The next second, Frillie said calmly.

"Aura, from

"Spare their lives!"

Suddenly a voice interrupted Frillie's words.

By the time Frilian realized what was happening, Leng Chang was already behind her, his hand on her shoulder.