Judging by the range of response from the cards, these Black Fire Sect believers truly came specifically to bother him. Ben couldn’t help but shake his head, thinking: I was just about to look for you, and here you are, delivering yourselves right to my doorstep. This attitude of selflessness, traveling thousands of miles only to deliver equipment and experience, is truly commendable.
So that’s what it was.
Though the scenery ahead was silent, Ben already felt the presence of something on the other side of the forest. He couldn’t help but pat his forehead, looking somewhat helpless—
"Come out." Ben waved toward the direction of the forest.
The woodland remained quiet.
The mercenaries were all stunned, turning their puzzled eyes towards him and the Silver Elf Commander behind him; the young man slightly hesitated and exclaimed, "Huh?" "Not coming out?" He sneered, hooking his right index finger forward: "Oss!" Ben never had much patience, and since the opponent insisted on playing hide and seek, he certainly didn’t mind using a bit of force to drive out the disrespectful fellow.
The direction of the airflow became chaotic in an instant, as if the space was filled with countless frantic vectors converging towards the center point, the atmosphere swirling then compressing—before exploding. Vast energy instantly surged forward. Centered on Ben, the trees on both sides toppled and snapped one by one with ’crack’ ’crack’ ’crack’ sounds. After a loud bang, a Wind Bullet’s energy had cleared a radial area in the forest, revealing a red-haired girl.
The fierce airflow had torn the cloak off her, exposing the red and black armor beneath—she wore a one-piece combat dress, with skirt armor leaves hanging just below her knees, and steel greaves in a long boot design, red and black intertwined—forming an absolute domain perfectly. She held the axe gun in both hands in a fighting pose, seemingly blocking the advance of the Wind Bullet with mere posture: the impact caused by the airflow split into two trails extending more than ten meters behind the red-haired girl, gradually dissipating.
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At this moment, everyone’s minds held only this one thought.
The Wind Queen’s Ring has the destructive power of a Black Iron Peak, and an even stronger impact force. To block this attack head-on without damage, at the very least requires Silver Lower strength. But to achieve it with not a hair harmed, without even a movement...
The mercenaries couldn’t help but groan inwardly.
Hu Que rubbed his temples, wondering what was happening; could they have arrived at the time of Chaos? Over these past few days, Gold Level powers have been emerging endlessly, and all so young; if this were near the Royal Capital or a prosperous, bustling urban area, it could be understood. But here is the remote mountainous region of Jandener in Southern Erune, what is going on in this world?
After a moment of silence.
The red-haired girl flicked her ponytail and lifted her head. Her golden-red eyes fixed on Ben, burning with combat will. She straightened up, and with a whip of the axe gun, a bright Thunder Arc flashed, causing the woods in that direction to fall with ’crack crack crack’ sounds. The girl smiled, revealing sharp white canine teeth: "Is that all you’ve got?"
Ben sighed; how could he have forgotten this local presence in the forest. Thunder God’s Messenger, the red Ghost Knight, Milpfit. Ben looked at the girl holding the unusually shaped axe gun pointing to the ground, and instantly recognized her identity. He couldn’t help but feel annoyed—how could he have forgotten this—back then, that Thunder Gun, coveted by countless mercenaries. But perhaps he hadn’t expected that in such an early era, this knight lady had already claimed this territory.
In fact, he had guessed the answer earlier, but until it was fully revealed, no one dared to be certain they were right.
The rules of Eternal Song, originally meant to be immortal. A heart yearning for light, yet falling into darkness, like a mournful chant, softly lingering. Two Ghost Knights born in the same area, resonating from the start. Ben couldn’t help but glance at the card in his hand, thinking: Lord Martha, by naming it Eternal Song, I hoped for this set to be as invincible as the Eternal Song Legion of the Silver Elves, not for this reason! However, he looked up sharply, noticing keenly that the red-haired girl before him didn’t appear to be in a ghostly state yet.