The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

He also used the previously refined fire feather gems to adorn key parts, making the entire suit of armor look even more luxurious.

After doing all that, Wiener cut his palm.

The moment the blood fell, it was rapidly vaporized by the high temperature emanating from the Phoenix Feather. The rising blood vapor was then solidified by the cold air released by the black iron, and evenly coated onto the armor.

The two extreme forces achieved a delicate balance, causing a thin layer of red frost to appear on the surface of the armor.

The phoenix feather contained such immense vitality that the wounds that Vena had made healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He had to cut his wrist again to make sure enough blood seeped into his armor.

The phoenix stared at the armor that was being completed, seemingly lost in thought.

As Venere slashed his palm for the ninth time, the armor seemed to finally absorb enough power, suddenly bursting forth with a dazzling golden light that stung the eyes.

The phoenix stared intently at the scene before it—the armor gradually changed shape, transforming into a giant golden bird with outstretched wings in the light, lifelike and as if it were alive.

"This is—" The phoenix's voice carried a hint of shock, as if it had understood something.

“You can call it the Phoenix Armor,” Venus introduced with a smile, her tone tinged with pride.

“Phoenix…” the phoenix repeated softly, a complex emotion flashing in its eyes, as if awakening a long-forgotten memory.

Right after the name was uttered, its aura suddenly plummeted.

From a vibrant life force that no one could ignore, it has become as insignificant as a withered leaf by the roadside.

It slowly curled up, the flames around it gradually died down, and finally turned into a dull and lifeless phoenix egg.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

A clear and rapid thumping sound came from inside the eggshell, as if something was trying to break out.

“Help it.” Tissa’s voice echoed in Venus’s mind.

"Ah."

Venere nodded, his gaze fixed on the seemingly fragile phoenix egg.

He raised the Ninja Palace Sword high, and blazing flames immediately erupted from the blade, engulfing the entire egg.

It was not a devastating burn, but rather a warm and gentle embrace of life and revival.

As the flames engulfed the eggshell, fine cracks began to appear on its surface, and golden light shone through the cracks.

Wiener held his breath, watching this scene intently.

"Click"

With a crisp crack, the eggshell shattered completely, and the newly hatched phoenix emerged.

Its appearance has changed dramatically since then.

Although its body has shrunk considerably, each feather is now more delicate and supple, radiating a faint golden glow, as if it has broken free of its constraints and gained a new life.

"Thank you," Phoenix said softly, her voice tinged with a touch of childishness but full of sincerity.

It gently plucked its first feather after its metamorphosis with its beak, bowed its head, and handed the feather to Venus. At this moment, it looked six or seven parts similar to the Phoenix Cloth that Venus had forged.

You look much prettier than before.

Vena took the feather, a smile playing on her lips, and then reached out to touch the phoenix's chin.

The once proud and arrogant phoenix now obediently closes its eyes, seemingly enjoying the intimacy.

After Viner withdrew his hand, Phoenix slowly raised his head and fixed his gaze on him.

"Ahem, this Saint Cloth—"

Just as Venus was about to bring up the Phoenix Cloth, Phoenix interrupted her.

“I don’t need it anymore.” The phoenix used its wings to pry open the eggshell next to it and bring it to Vina. “And these are all for you.”

Now that it has broken free from its constraints, these external objects are of no use to it, so it is better to leave them all for Wiener to use.

"In exchange, can you give me back that feather?" the phoenix asked cautiously.

It was referring, of course, to the one Jessica had taken from it.

"You're not still holding a grudge, are you?" Viner asked tentatively.

“No,” Phoenix shook her head, “I just want to keep it as a souvenir.”

If Jessica hadn't forced it to leave its home, it might never have met Venus, and it wouldn't have undergone its transformation and rebirth.

This world can no longer accommodate the phoenix that has regained its memories. Even though it is suppressing its power, it can only stay for a little while longer.

"That's it."

Vena breathed a sigh of relief, then took out the phoenix feather from his bosom.

"Could you help me put it on?" Phoenix suddenly lowered her head and made a new request.

“If you don’t mind,” Venere smiled and gently tucked the feather behind the phoenix’s neck.

After all, these are feathers that fell during the phoenix's phoenix-like life, and they are fundamentally different from the feathers of the phoenix after its rebirth.

However, the phoenix didn't seem to care; on the contrary, it seemed quite satisfied.

With a flap of its wings, it scattered countless golden rays of light.

The light, like tiny stars, was completely absorbed by the Phoenix Cloth, causing a soft, flowing light to appear on its surface.

Then, the phoenix's figure gradually blurred, turning into a golden ray of light before Vina and disappearing into the horizon.

"They really came and went in a hurry." Viner gazed in the direction the phoenix had left, her eyes filled with a touch of emotion.

"Vina," Escudo called softly, pulling him back to reality.

Vina turned her head and saw that Escudo was stretching his neck out, his eyes filled with anticipation, as if he was waiting for something.

"Alright, alright, you get a share too." Vena couldn't help but smile and reached out to lift Escudo's chin.

Escudo squinted its eyes in satisfaction and emitted a low hum.

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"Okay, if you keep touching it, it'll get dark soon."

Seeing that Escudo was reluctant to move, Vena reached out and flicked her head.

Escudo didn't mind, he just rubbed his forehead, then transformed into a golden light and returned to the form of the Holy Ring, quietly placing it on Vina's hand.

Vena turned her gaze to the Phoenix Cloth in front of her.

After absorbing the afterglow of the phoenix, this sacred garment radiated a dazzling golden light, and simply standing next to it and watching it gave one a sense of indescribable power.

"They really left behind a great gift," Viner couldn't help but exclaim.

He knew in his heart that he could never upgrade this equipment to such a perfect level on his own.

The phoenix's last rays of light elevated this sacred garment to a unique level.

“Why don’t you try them on?” Tilissa suggested.

Venerer nodded and reached out to touch the Saint Cloth.

The moment his fingertips touched that smooth surface, a warm power surged into his body, as if resonating with his soul.

The next instant, the Saint Cloth disintegrated into its components and automatically covered his body.

Each piece fit his body perfectly.

Wiener closed his eyes and carefully felt the changes in his body.

With a thought, a pair of golden wings generated from his Saint Cloth suddenly unfolded behind him, and with a gentle flap, he floated into the air.

“It’s incredible…” Viner murmured.

With the blessing of this golden armor, the magic energy consumed by flight is almost equal to the recovery rate, which means that it is possible to maintain flight for a long time.

"I'm back, St. Freya Academy!"

A confident smile appeared on Viner's lips, and then he transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

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Unbeknownst to Vena, the wishing spell cast by Juta, who burned his lifespan, had already torn open the seal on the dungeon.

The surging demons and monsters swept through St. Freya Academy, turning this glorious academy, which had existed for a thousand years, into ruins.

The once towering clock tower and the solemn and magnificent library are now nothing but ruins.

Upon their return, the Paladins immediately set up a tight perimeter around the academy ruins with the surviving teachers and students to prevent any magical beasts or demons from escaping.

However, the pressure on the defense line is increasing day by day.

Aloy stood before Leia, bowing his head to report on today's interception situation: "Dean, the Third Brigade intercepted the monster horde thirteen times today, but the Power Demon still caused considerable damage when it broke through."

Ordinary magical beasts would not be able to break through the Holy Knights' defenses.

But the addition of the demon greatly increased their pressure.

After holding out for half a month, the Paladin Order had already eliminated countless monsters.

The enemy's numbers showed no signs of decreasing.

Even the most elite Paladins are still made of flesh and blood.

Hanneman interjected, "If the seal on the dungeon cannot be re-established, we will never be able to stop the subsequent monsters."

Aloy gave a wry smile, his tone tinged with helplessness: "Lord Hanneman, as you've seen, with the seal broken, simply maintaining the existing defenses is already the limit; where would we find the manpower to spare?"

"Since the front line cannot be advanced, let's organize elite detachments to infiltrate the dungeon and reconstruct the seal."

Samif's suggestion echoed in the tent, and everyone remained silent.

Everyone present knew perfectly well that this action, whether successful or not, was a one-way trip.

“I’m willing to be the first to sign up,” Samif volunteered.

“...Let me think about it.” Leia’s expression was heavy.

If either Tilisa or Arios were here, the situation would not be so passive.

But now their fates are uncertain, and due to the side effects of the prayer spell, she is unable to exert her full strength, and even maintaining the defense line is difficult.

If it weren't for Risti and Felix, who shared most of the pressure from the demons, the Holy Knights' casualties would have been at least doubled.

"Hanniman, have the teachers of the Demon Academy prepare the wishing spell array."

Rhea prepares to forcefully cast a wish spell to turn the tide.

These words immediately created a tense atmosphere in the conference room.

"Dean, you absolutely mustn't!" Hanneman was the first to object. "Lady Tissa's fate is unknown. If something were to happen to you because of the Prayer Spell, the academy would not be able to bear such a blow. St. Freya Academy is already in dire straits; we cannot afford to lose you as well."

“Yes, Dean. Even if we can’t rebuild the seal immediately, it doesn’t matter. We can still ask the Empire and our allies for help. Our Holy Knights will definitely hold out until reinforcements arrive,” Aloy hurriedly chimed in.

Just as everyone was trying to persuade Rhea, even worse news came from the front lines.

A messenger covered in blood rushed into the tent and reported in a hoarse voice, "Report! Another demon has appeared ahead. Based on its appearance and abilities, it has been confirmed as a military demon!"

The room fell into a deathly silence.

Compared to the Demon of Strength, who relies solely on brute force and thick skin, the Demon of War, Fulius, is more than ten times more dangerous.

It is the only demon that can integrate different kinds of demons and magical beasts into an army-like effect.

He has always served as the commander in all previous wars between humans and demons.

Under its command, the previously scattered and disorganized enemy became orderly, and the Paladin Order's greatest advantage vanished.

The timing of the enemy's appearance was chillingly precise, coinciding perfectly with the Paladin Order's period of exhaustion and rest during their shift change.

It was clearly a meticulously planned conspiracy.

"We must leave it here!" Leia made a decisive decision and rushed out of the tent without hesitation.

Faced with such an enemy, even the slightest hesitation could become a target for the enemy.

"Is that the current dean of the academy?"

Folius narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Rhea, who was commanding from above, through the vast army of magical beasts.