Boom!

The Star Shepherd slammed into the wall, like a doll being thrown against it. But Asho and the others didn’t stop, driving wildly and the evil blades tearing at the Shepherd’s armor. The Shepherd was pushed along the wall by the blades for over ten meters, and his deep blue armor had been reduced to a light blue!

He was like a dirty piece of clothing on a washboard, being forcibly scrubbed by the brute force of the steel beast, the Star Archer’s armor being crushed!

However, the Shepherd’s expression remained unchanged. He shook his left hand holding the bow, and the large bow instantly shrank into a small short bow. Then, he braced his foot against the wall, searching for a point of leverage, and pulled the blue light short arrow from the bowstring, shooting frantically at the front of the car!

The dense arrow rain, like a torrential downpour of pear blossoms, continued to deplete the car’s health. Demilo completely ignored his own peril, allowing his armor to quickly shatter, in order to continue outputting damage to the steel monster!

Watching the car’s health rapidly decrease, Asho, who was hiding under the seat, said, “The car is about to explode, we have to go all in. Witch, you continue to control, I’ll be responsible for the output at the back, Sword Girl… it’s up to you.”

“Then you better keep your eyes wide open and watch me,” Sonia said, gripping the sword handle. “Ten Years of Sharpening” had quietly been activated – she had spent a lot of money to buy the ‘Ten Years’ artisan, which was meant to be used in this kind of situation where the observer was actively seeking death.

The sword blade emitted a faint orange light, representing the miraculous cutting power of each strike Sonia would make in the next minute!

Now there was only one person left on the other side, and the red-haired Sword Girl, who loved to bully the weak, naturally had no fear. She focused all her senses, waiting for her teammates to create the best opportunity for her to strike.

Suddenly, the car swerved and crashed, as if it wanted to embed itself in the wall, even wanting to stuff the engine in, fiercely slamming Demilo into the wall!

This completely pinned the Star Shepherd to the wall, almost creating a human-shaped pit. His armor had become much lighter, but still covered his whole body, not affecting his ability to shoot arrows with the bow!

“Die!”

The Witch jumped out of the car and stood on the ground, using all her strength to pull the Star Shepherd’s waist with her hands, in coordination with the car’s evil blades. The water thread, strong enough to break gold and jade, tightened and emitted a whimpering sound, but it couldn’t completely tear the Star Shepherd apart!

Instead, the Witch left the car, completely exposed in Demilo’s line of sight.

He looked coldly at the female Artificer, finding a new target for the arrow in his hand –

Clang!

With a clear sword cry, a flash of sword light shot towards Demilo’s eyes. The trajectory of the sword light’s flight was like ink and color, as if it was recoloring the world!

Miracle Sword Drawing!

Although it was called a miracle, it was actually just a simple combination of “Heart Sword” and “Sword Trace,” with nothing particularly mysterious about it. In the Sword Girl’s words, it was like ‘a miracle of throwing unwashed mushrooms and unslaughtered live chickens into a pot.’ If you were to apply for a miracle patent, the staff would beat you with a stick.

Even with such a simple combination, Asho was only able to barely apply two artisan spirits to actual combat thanks to the shared realm of the Sword Artisan that the Sword Girl belonged to. However, there was still a lot of room for improvement in terms of artisan power consumption, fusion degree, and destruction efficiency – or rather, there was no room for regression.

If theoretically, “Sword Drawing” should have the power comparable to a fighter jet, then the current “Sword Drawing” was at most like a pilot attacking with a slingshot while flying a plane.

But if it was only used to disturb the enemy, Sword Drawing was already enough to complete the task!

Because his vision was obstructed by the sword light traces, Demilo had to slightly turn his head. As for the destructive power of the sword light, it was not even comparable to the water thread, so he completely ignored it.

However, Asho’s appearance made Demilo shift his attack target once again. Compared to the female Artificer, this man had the highest priority for Demilo to kill, and no matter what happened next, the trajectory of the arrow could not be changed.

Click!

A graceful figure jumped out of the car, swinging the sword at Demilo!

Although there was only one layer of armor left on her body, Demilo had never cared about his own life and death, and naturally would not care about the imminent fatal blow.

He pulled the short bow to its maximum potential, with only Asho’s figure in his pupils –

But the corner of his eye caught Sonia releasing a crimson sword energy wave.

Wave…

Wave Sword?

The incomplete soul trembled slightly, and the memories that had settled down began to ripple.

The unyielding and stable soul, which had never wavered in battle and was like a war machine, finally made a mistake at this moment.

This was the first time he had made a mistake since he opened his eyes in the Time Continent.

The moment of hesitation caused Demilo to lose his last chance to counterattack. The evil light wave not only shattered the last layer of armor, but also severed his hands.

With no hands, Demilo was unable to counterattack and was also pressed against the wall by the car, unable to move. He looked at the red-haired female Artificer’s sword blade emitting a strange yet familiar wave of sword light, feeling as if those cold memories had also gained warmth.

I, Demilo, actually…

Was killed twice by the Wave Sword.

Boom!

Sonia’s second evil light wave completely beheaded Demilo, and the evil light wave even cut into the wall six inches before dissipating!

The headless soul fell on the hood of the car, turning into scattered stars that gradually dissipated.

Sonia gripped the long sword and stood on the hood of the car, Asho emerged from behind the car, and Diya held her breath.

After a few seconds, Asho came out and said softly, “Is it over?”

“It should be… over.”

The red-haired Sword Girl jumped down from the hood of the car. Although the soul had no concept of exhaustion, she felt like sitting down for some reason, and slid down the car door as if she were exhausted.Asho had finally stepped out of his prolonged state of calm observation. He didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary, but there was a deep-seated fatigue emanating from his soul, akin to the exhaustion of working overtime late into the night, rushing to catch the last subway only to find out he had forgotten his keys, and then missing the train because he went back for them, too poor to hail a cab and ultimately having no choice but to walk several kilometers home.

He walked over to Sword Girl, listlessly sat down next to her by the car door, and began to breathe deeply at the same rhythm as her.

“Aren’t you going to collect the spoils of war first?” The witch seemed to still be brimming with energy, her fingers unconsciously drawing out lines of water in the air, scratching against the wall for fun, producing a grating noise. If one could overlook her almost filthy hair color and the quartet in her voice, she would seem quite normal.

Asho gestured for her to come over, and when the witch approached, he pulled her down to sit, “Let’s rest for a bit first.”

“We really did put in a lot of effort this time, so… we should thoroughly enjoy the peace that comes after victory.”