Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 24 The Great Demon Solitaire

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Shutark was awakened by the knocking on the door.

"Philen?"

"It's not her. Anyway, get dressed and come with me."

Lynn's voice.

Shutark pulled off his coat, still sleepy-eyed: "So early? It's not even dawn yet, where are we going?"

"The grove of trees."

"ha?"

Shutark clutched the blanket tightly, his face filled with terror. "I'm not going!"

"What are you thinking about?"

Lynn, standing outside the door, sighed and said, "Come out and practice with me."

Ten minutes later.

Deep in the dense forest outside the village.

The morning mist lingered among the tree trunks, and the air was cold and biting.

Shutark yawned, slung his axe over his shoulder, leaned against a large tree, and said, "Does it have to be this early?"

"It's getting late."

Lynn stood ten meters away from him. "Come on, attack me with all your might."

"What if I accidentally kill you?"

"You can give it a try."

Lynn drew his twin swords, the tips pointing diagonally at the ground. "If you can cut me, dinner's on me tonight."

"real?"

Hugh Talke perked up, "I want a giant berry ice cream."

"make a deal."

"Then I won't be polite!"

Although Shutark said he wouldn't be polite, his actions were still somewhat hesitant.

He raised the axe and tentatively swung it forward.

The wind howled.

Lynn turned slightly to the side, the axe blade grazing his nose, creating a gust of air.

"Didn't you eat?"

Lynn's voice was calm, "Fight back."

"Alright, be careful!"

Shutark stomped his foot, blasting two craters into the ground.

The red figure shot out like a cannonball.

"Drink!"

The giant axe swept across with the force of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.

"Not bad, that's impressive! Let me take your move head-on first."

Lynn stepped forward to meet the axe.

Clang!

The two swords are crossed and precisely positioned at the junction of the axe handle and the axe blade.

Sparks flew everywhere.

The enormous impact traveled along the sword, making my hand go numb.

Lynn used the momentum to jump backward, rolled twice in the air, and landed steadily.

Taking a direct hit from this guy would be too difficult.

"He's gotten a lot stronger since the last time we met."

Lynn said, "But you haven't used your full strength yet, have you? Continue."

"monster……"

Shutark muttered something, then grinned, "Here I come!"

For the next hour, the woods were filled with the sounds of weapons clashing.

Shutark's attacks became increasingly ferocious, transforming from initial probing into a full-scale bombardment.

The tree was cut in half, and the ground was smashed into deep craters.

Lynn was like a leaf dancing in a storm, each dodge fraught with danger.

Bang!

Shutark swung his axe at the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Again."

Lynn's blood boiled, and his gaze sharpened like a knife.

"Again?"

Shutark threw the axe on the ground and plopped down on the tree stump. "I'm done. If you keep fighting like this, I'll really chop you in half."

"Then you'll get chopped up by me."

Lynn had no intention of stopping and slashed with his sword.

Shutark flipped over, grabbed an axe, and blocked it...

The special training lasted until sunset.

……

There are only two days left until Frilian can fully analyze Mahat's memories.

Lynn sat on a tree branch, fiddling with a gold coin in his hand.

The gold coin flipped between my fingers, reflecting a faint, not-so-dazzling light.

Shutark leaned against a tree, holding a whetstone in his hand, polishing the already gleaming large axe.

"Shouldn't Solitaire make her appearance now?"

Lynn turned his head and looked in the direction of Viese.

The hemispherical barrier that originally enveloped the golden city was now covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

That was a sheer cliff that human mages had painstakingly built over decades, a cliff that even Mahat could not destroy.

Now, it's broken.

"How is that possible..."

Duncan, who had just come out of the house, looked surprised. "It seems that the source of magic that Philon sensed earlier was correct."

Boom!

A loud bang.

The barrier completely collapsed, turning into countless points of light that dissipated into the air.

Viez's breathtaking golden radiance was fully exposed to the heavens.

"Grandpa, we can't stay here any longer."

Lynn drew his twin swords and jumped down from the tree branch.

"I know."

Duncan turned around and said, "I'll go organize the villagers to evacuate."

"Allie, Raofen, Uncle Karaft, please help Duncan organize the villagers to evacuate."

Lynn said.

"OK."

Kraft took the lead.

For a moment, only Lynn, Philon, and Hugh Talke remained in the same spot.

"They're here."

Lynn narrowed her eyes slightly.

A figure emerged from the shadows of the woods.

She was a girl who looked only fourteen or fifteen years old.

She wore a light yellow dress with a red shawl over it, her long blue-green hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she had a pair of small horns on her forehead.

She had no weapon in her hand and wore an innocent smile on her face.

"oops."

The girl stopped twenty meters away from the three of them, tilted her head, and asked, "Were you waiting for me?"

This is Solitaire.

"Human magicians, human warriors."

Solitaire's gaze swept over the three of them, finally landing on Lynn. "There's one more... strange human."

"strangeness?"

Lynn frowned.

"I don't know why, but there's a smell about you that I don't like."

Solitaire laughed.

"It's probably the smell of death."

Lynn said.

"How funny."

Solitaire covered her mouth and chuckled softly, "Let's have a good talk..."

"Shut up, you chatterbox."

Lynn knew that this demon was a chatterbox and a bad seed. If given the chance, she could tear you to pieces while discussing the philosophical meaning of life with you.

Chatting with this kind of scoundrel is a complete waste of breath.

"Why did you interrupt him?"

Solitaire maintained her smile, but suddenly countless translucent magic swords appeared in the empty air.

There was no chanting, no prelude.

Even the fluctuations of magic were perfectly concealed until the very last moment.

"Be careful!"

Shutark roared and took a step in front of Philon, blocking with his giant axe.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The sounds of rapid, continuous impacts blended together.

Those magic swords, though seemingly thin, struck the axe with immense force.

Shutark plowed the ground with both feet, and was pushed back three meters, his hand splitting open and bleeding.

"Oh? It's blocking it?"

Solitaire was somewhat surprised. "Even though it was just a casual strike, an ordinary warrior should have been cut into pieces by now."

"A casual strike?"

Hugh Tarek gritted his teeth, his arm muscles trembling. "Mr. Lynn! Philon! This guy is strong!"

"Philon!"

Lynn reminded him.

Actually, no reminder was needed; Philon's staff had already lit up.

call out!

The pitch-black demon-slaying magic sliced ​​through the air, aiming straight for Solitier's brow.

Quick, accurate, ruthless.

This is a characteristic of Philen.

Solitaire stood still, simply raising her right hand slightly, palm facing outward.

An exquisite hexagonal light shield instantly took shape.

boom!

The demon-slaying magic struck the barrier, exploding into a cloud of black smoke.

As the smoke dissipated, the seemingly fragile barrier remained completely undamaged.

"They actually know human defensive magic?"

Philon was shocked, and his staff lit up again.

If one shot isn't enough, then ten, a hundred.

Countless black beams of light poured out like a torrential rain, completely covering the location where Solitaire was.

The bombing lasted for more than ten seconds.

A layer of ground was shaved off, and billowing dust filled the air.

"My turn."

Lynn knew that this great demon was not someone that Felix could easily deal with, so he immediately lowered his body, drew his sword, and charged out.

Amidst the smoke and dust, several magical swords pierced through the air, twice as fast as before.

Lynn brandished his twin swords, the silver light weaving into an impenetrable net in front of him.

Ding Ding Ding!

Sparks flew.

Each sword strike precisely hit the side of the magic sword, deflecting it away.

Lynn gradually closed the distance between herself and Solitaire.

Twenty meters, fifteen meters.

Solitaire sensed the imposing aura and defied gravity, floating backward to gain an advantage in altitude.

But Lynn, who could see fifteen seconds into the future, also predicted the location and jumped up to slash with his sword.

Solitaire's expression changed slightly.

Did this guy predict my location?

She could only tough it out.

hum!

One layer, two layers, three layers... a full seven layers of defensive light shields instantly stacked up in front of him, finally managing to block the attack.

Then she accelerated and flew higher.

Although it failed to break through her defenses, the attack was enough to leave her in a sorry state.

A hundred meters off the ground, Solitaire looked at Lynn and tilted her head: "Strange, just a moment ago, it seemed like you knew what I was going to do in advance."

"Just intuition."

Lynn stared straight up at the sky.

"No,"

Solitaire's smile widened, and she licked her lips. "Perhaps you possess some kind of advanced sensory ability?"

"...This is so interesting. Humans always manage to surprise me."

"...In that case, let me be a little more serious."