The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

"They're nothing but insignificant ants!"

Hodley roared, wanting to crush Feld like an ant.

However, its massive size, while granting it immense power, becomes a burden when facing an opponent of the Gun Saint's caliber.

Feld weaved nimbly through Hodley's attacks, his cold spear flashing like a viper's tongue, each thrust leaving a blood-soaked wound on Hodley's body.

With Wiener's guidance, Koffman finally broke through the threshold of becoming a master forger.

This cold spear, meticulously forged by him, is worthy of Feld's marksmanship.

The power contained in the spear tip is not only incredibly sharp, but it can also block the demon race's self-healing ability.

"boom!"

Feld fired another shot, piercing Hodley's tendon.

The accumulated injuries erupted all at once, causing the behemoth to lose its balance and fall heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The commander's bravery further boosted the morale of the Iceblade Knights. Even without the support of their warhorses, these heavily armored knights were still able to fight ten against one, forcing the Imperial Army into a series of retreats and almost defeating them.

Just then, a violent hurricane swept in without warning.

The storm raged across the battlefield, indiscriminately engulfing soldiers in the chaos.

Even just passing by the edge, hundreds of people were sucked in by this terrifying storm, disappearing into the vortex before they could even scream.

The Ice Knight, fully armed and weighing at least 300 pounds, showed no difference in the face of the hurricane, being easily blown into the sky like a feather.

After the strong winds subsided, the sounds of things hitting the ground echoed one after another.

Even though the cold iron armor could withstand the tearing of the hurricane, it could not avert the fatal impact of falling from a great height.

The elite cavalry, who had fought alongside Feld seven times and suffered few casualties in fierce battles, were killed or wounded over a hundred times in this single attack.

And this is only the result of the opponent's indiscriminate attack.

A tall, slender figure slowly appeared in front of Feld.

Cenas glanced down at Hodley lying on the ground and a cold smile crept across his face: "So you've got your moments of utter disarray."

“I told you long ago that Feld is not so easy to deal with, but you just wouldn’t believe me. If I hadn’t arrived in time, you probably would have ended up like Kelda.”

Upon hearing the unexpected name, Feld's eyes sharpened as he stared at the uninvited guest before him. "What is your relationship with Kelda?"

“In your human terms, we should call each other colleagues,” Senas said with a mocking laugh.

"And who is behind this, directing you?"

Feld pressed on, trying to extract more information from their words.

"Why would you, a guy about to die, need to know so much!"

Hodley had taken the opportunity to shrink his body back to normal size, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

“That’s right,” Senas suddenly sneered. “Now that I’ve answered one of your questions, it’s your turn to answer mine—where is that princess who escaped from our grasp?”

"You are not qualified to know."

Feld gripped his spear tightly, a fierce fighting spirit rising from him, indicating he was prepared to take on two opponents at once.

"It's all your fault, now I'm looked down upon by everyone." Cenas shook his head with feigned helplessness, but a cruel glint flashed in his eyes.

A burst of explosive hurricane materialized without warning and hurtled toward Feld.

Although Feld noticed it immediately and quickly dodged, the all-pervasive hurricane seeped into the gaps in the armor and tore it to pieces in an instant.

With a single move, he stripped Feld of his armor, revealing his sweat-soaked clothes and wounded body.

Cenas is clearly much stronger than Hodley.

“Hey, how about we play a game? I’ll give you a chance to escape, the time will be based on how long they hold out.” Senas pointed to the Ice Blade Iron Cavalry who were locked in a fierce battle. “I’ll chase after you after I’ve wiped them all out.”

These words clearly imply that Feld was being treated as a plaything.

Undeterred, Feld drew his gun decisively.

The more disadvantaged you are, the more proactive you should be.

The spear pierced towards Cenas like lightning, the fierce attack carrying a resolute intent, but Hodley suddenly appeared from the side, blocking the blow for Cenas.

The two demon apostles did not cooperate well; in fact, they were completely disorganized.

Cenas never hesitated to attack without regard for Hodley's safety, and the hurricanes often engulfed his companions as well.

But it was precisely this chaotic and ferocious attack that plunged Feld into an unprecedented predicament.

Faced with attacks from two completely different forces, new wounds kept appearing on his body, staining his clothes red.

If Feld previously used a bleeding tactic to wear down Hordley, the situation has now completely reversed. Every move Cenas makes is full of calculation, as if he wants to squeeze every last drop of blood from Feld.

Feld's spear weaved through the hurricane and claws, each strike carrying a resolute momentum, and for a time he was not at a disadvantage.

However, such an outburst could not last. Just as Feld's strength was gradually waning and the situation was becoming increasingly critical, a whooshing sound pierced the sky.

"You were looking for me, weren't you? Well, I'm here!"

Edel finally arrived.

She spun the Basara Axe in her hand and sent it flying.

At first, Hodley didn't take it seriously, thinking that Adele, who hadn't even reached the level of an axe saint, couldn't cause any trouble.

However, in the next instant, it paid the price for its underestimation of its opponent.

As a replica of a hero's legacy, the Basara Axe, though lacking the ability to detect demons, contains extremely powerful magic-breaking abilities.

The axe blow nearly cleaved Hodley in two at the waist; black smoke rose from the wound, and his body trembled violently, clearly having suffered an unbearable blow.

How could Feld miss such a golden opportunity?

A glint flashed in his eyes, and his demonic energy surged wildly towards the tip of his spear, condensing into a terrifying spiral of energy as he thrust the spear forward.

The moment the spear tip pierced through, Hodley's body trembled violently before he collapsed to the ground, turning into ashes.

"After much thought, I decided to stay. Running away won't solve anything."

Edel jumped off her horse and cast several healing spells on Feld, relieving his injuries.

Just as Feld was about to say something, rain suddenly began to fall from the sky.

Rainwater gathered in the air, and a cold voice rang out: "Bradle is right. As long as we wait patiently, we'll surely catch you walking into our trap."

The third demon apostle slowly appeared, surrounded by dense water elemental fluctuations, as if he controlled the entire world.

"You will soon—" Heronia, who had been looking down at everyone, abruptly stopped.

It suddenly looked up and gazed into the distance.

A firebird engulfed in blazing flames charged fearlessly into its territory, and wherever it went, the dark clouds dispersed, and the clear sky reappeared.

"Since when did the demons become the ones to swagger around in Snowdrift Valley?"

Chapter 595 The Three Apostles Battle Vina

"Who is it?!" Heronia's voice was filled with shock.

It stared at the figure before it that had completely suppressed it with just its aura, and its expression turned extremely ugly.

The fact that this phenomenon can occur can only mean that the two are not on the same level at all.

With just a casual glance from Venere, the demon apostle felt an unprecedented sense of threat.

"Are you still planning to keep the last one hidden?"

"Vina asked again, appearing once more in the form of Arios."

"I didn't expect it to be a hero in person. My apologies."

A deep voice rang in everyone's ears, and Bradel slowly walked out.

"It's Lord Arios?"

Edel, who had been prepared to fight to the death, inexplicably relaxed when she saw the figure above her.

This is the true value of the word "brave".

For some reason, she felt a sense of familiarity when she looked at the back of this "Arios".

Although I only caught a glimpse of him from afar at the palace, the feeling upon seeing him again was quite different from the last time.

"You're saying he's a hero?" Heronia looked at Bradel in disbelief.

“There’s no one else who can possess such intense sword intent,” Brad said gravely. “You could die if you’re not careful next.”

At this moment, the three demon apostles no longer saw Edel as their mission objective.

They focused all their attention on Wiener, as if they were facing a life-or-death battle.

"Now that you know, things will be easier."

Before Vina could finish speaking, her figure transformed into a blazing flame, shooting straight at the nearest Heronia.

This apostle, a demon capable of controlling the weather, was his primary target.

The longsword drew a scorching trail in the air, moving at a speed that was almost impossible to catch.

"clang!"

Bradel was the first to react, swinging his alchemical longsword and lunging out from the side to try and intercept the attack.

However, the gap between their weapons is even more pronounced than the gap in their overall strength.

With just a slight collision, the seemingly sturdy alchemical longsword was shattered into pieces.

Without hesitation, Viner changed tactics, turning his sword towards Bradel, preparing to strike him down.

Just as the sword was about to strike, a strange suction force suddenly came from behind Bradel, pulling him away from his original position and avoiding a fatal blow.

After escaping the predicament, Bradel quickly regained his footing, then swung the remaining hilt of his sword, conjuring a long whip burning with raging flames from magic essence, and lashed it fiercely at Vina.

"Trying to whip me like a top?" Vena sneered, letting the fire whip wrap around the Zhīdiān Zhāna.

Brad's whip strike was intended to disarm his opponent.

If the other party insists on not letting go, one can use the long whip to direct the flames to the other party and burn them.

But who would have thought that the flames it transmitted through the long whip were completely absorbed by the Zhi Dian Zhe Na before they could even erupt?

With a sudden burst of strength, Bradel, who had been actively swinging his fiery whip, was instead pulled over.

Just as he was about to finish the fight off with a final blow, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky. A bolt of lightning as thick as a tree descended from the heavens, carrying devastating power as it hurtled towards Vina.

The raindrops that were originally falling naturally were also shot towards Vina like flying needles by the strong wind.

Who says the Demon Apostles can't cooperate?

They're just too lazy to work with guys like Hodley.

When faced with a powerful opponent who resembled a hero, the three demon apostles displayed an unprecedented level of teamwork.

"Hero, be careful!" Edel couldn't help but shout.

She knew all too well how troublesome these apostles were; the palace guards and Schuster had all died at their hands.

In retrospect, these apostles hadn't even used their full strength back then.

With her strength, she wouldn't normally be able to participate in a battle of this level, but fortunately, Edel has a weapon that is perfectly suited to her.

Without hesitation, she unleashed a powerful strike, a sharp gust of wind sweeping out and scattering all the rain-flecked projectiles, deflecting one side of the attack for Venus.

Wiener also took this opportunity to unleash the Seven Star Sword.

With seven flashes of cold light, seven flying swords, including the Seven Star Sword, quickly rose into the air, forming a tight Big Dipper sword formation.

The thunderbolt struck with a deafening roar, but was steadily caught by the sword formation. The seven flying swords responded to each other and completely absorbed the destructive power of the thunder.

After deflecting the attacks of lightning and flying needles, Venere's eyes sharpened, and he suddenly swung his longsword.

A blazing sword aura shot straight towards Bradel.

Faced with this fierce attack, Bradel immediately transformed into flames, gaining extremely strong fire resistance.

Although the sword energy pierced through his body, it failed to cause any real damage.