This is how Mercato hid in the clouds, controlling lightning and sticks to chase Wu Jian.

(It's true that I don't know how to grasp the chances. Should I force him out?)

Just as Wu Jian was thinking this, ten thousand thunders were thundering at the same time, and another huge stick appeared. There was a sign of lightning above the stick. It was obviously very huge in size, but it was as fast as lightning, and it hit Wu Jian's extremely thin body without mercy.

Very unexpectedly, a stick with a lightning sign hit Wu Jian and smashed him down on the ground. The impact of the stick and the ground made the entire earth jump. Then, in the distance, Erica saw a tsunami-like sandstorm rising from the ground. Under the storm, the sandstorm could not move quickly, but the dust coming to face still made Erica unable to open her eyes.

“…”

Erica bit her teeth hard. Although she ate the sand all over her mouth, she could not leave Wu Jian's side now. Erica's body was shining with magic light and ran towards the wind and sand.

When Erica ran to Wu Jian's side, the first thing she saw was a big pit two meters deep and ten meters wide. Under the pit, Wu Jian was lying in the sticky plasma.

“!!!……”

It was like a piece of fresh meat being hit by a huge force. The blood was squeezed out from both sides of the body, and a large amount of blood was also splashed onto the big pit. It was hard to imagine that Wu Jian would be injured so seriously. Erica was so scared that she couldn't make a sound, but jumped down desperately.

"Why!? Why are you so seriously injured... With your strength, you shouldn't be like this!"

Elica shouted while performing healing magic. However, when the magic touched Wu Jian's body, Elica's magic could no longer be formed and dissipated in the air.

“!?”

Erica finally realized that she was doing useless work and meaningless. Erica had no time to laugh at herself, so she bent down and condensed healing magic in her body, gathering it in her mouth.

"What are you doing? Aren't your beautiful clothes stained with blood?"

Just before Erica's little mouth was about to touch Wu Jian's lips, a gentle force stopped Erica.

"What are you doing... Why do you want to make yourself like this!?"

Although she was talking, Erica's magic did not dissipate, and she also wanted to kiss Wu Jian toughly.

"Okay OK, I will enjoy your lips slowly, but not now."

Wu Jian's bloody hand gently pushed Erica away.

"What are you thinking? Ordinary magic cannot work on the Godslayer outside, and it can only take effect through the body. Hurry up, while Mercato hasn't arrived yet."

Erica bent down again, but Wu Jian stopped her this time.

"That's right, my injury is so serious in your eyes."

"Why can you still laugh? This is not a joke. In the eyes of others, your state is dead!"

"Don't be so nervous. I just want to test the power effect of the 'Horse Goat'."

"You're still laughing? Not this...well, are you really injured?"

Erica finally realized that Wu Jian's voice was not like a sound that a seriously injured person could make, and he was not anxious at all.

"Of course I was injured, otherwise how could I test the 'Horse Goat'? I can't move a single finger now."

"That......"

Hearing Wu Jian admitting his serious injury, Elica became anxious. But Wu Jian interrupted her and asked the question instead.

"Is physical death really considered death?"

"Isn't this the most natural thing? Stop playing!" Erica scolded loudly.

"It is indeed the case in the eyes of mortals, but now I can understand why the gods in Saint Seiya can be so strong if they change their bodies."

"I have no idea what you are talking about...!?"

Erica shook her head helplessly, and suddenly felt a powerful aura approaching. She suddenly turned around and saw Mercato standing outside the pit, her huge figure blocking the sunlight and covering Erica's heart.

“Melcato!!!”

Erica shouted. Although she had known this would happen, it made people feel a little desperate when it came... No, there was no despair. Wu Jian must have some plans to do this. As long as he could hold up Mercato, Erica showed a fighting spirit and showed a firm look.

"Good look, but you don't deserve to block my Mercato, just step back."

“…”

Faced with Mercato's fierce aura, Erica did not speak, or could not speak. If she was not standing on Wu Jian now, she would probably have retreated and fell to the ground.

"Melcato, you're too late, are you afraid of me even like this?"

Wu Jian teased Mercato, and Erica also felt relaxed.

"...ah, I'm really scared. Because you are not a guy who can succeed so easily, and you don't look like you're hurt!"

Mercato answered calmly, and then under his stern voice, it turned into a substantial momentum and attacked Wu Jian.

"Haha, the intuition is good. I did this situation on purpose, and because of this, I can still exert all my strength. Of course, it is indeed inconvenient for the body to move. But... just by you, you can't even be one in ten thousand possible."

“…”

Mercato glared at Wu Jian, but he couldn't figure out what was going on with Wu Jian's situation for a while. This was really a conflict between intuition and judgment.

"...Hmph! No matter what, I will fight to the death with you. Since you have put yourself in such a situation, I don't blame me for being rude."

Mercato moved, but he just shook for a while.

“!?”

Mercato moved for a while but stopped again. This scared Erica into a cold sweat, but Mercato was also covered in cold sweat?

"What's wrong? I really can't move now."

"Huh~~~ The injured tiger is really difficult to deal with."

Melkato, who sensed something, dared not act rashly, but he could not accept it.

Although Wu Jian said that his strength was not damaged, it was even more difficult for him to heal because he had to do this on purpose. However, he was not in a hurry at all... even if there was a strong enemy who could make him fight with all his strength.

(Is this feeling the ninth sense? The body and soul are constantly changing... No wonder the highest place of the Lord God is the ninth sense, which is probably the most powerful "feel". Haha, I finally understand why Athena dared to stab herself in the last holy war to the underworld. If she hadn't been familiar with the ninth sense, she wouldn't have had such trouble to test power.)

Wu Jian can be resurrected at any time, but whether it is the ninth sense or the power, Wu Jian happened to enter a certain state, which made him a little reluctant to come out of this state.

However, he was so anxious that two people were so anxious. Mercato could attack at any time, and although Erica still couldn't figure out what Wu Jian was doing, she judged that she could not disturb Wu Jian.

Erica made up her mind and stood up. The red outfit soaked in Wu Jian's pool of blood was even brighter, and the skirt that was full of blood was not at all blocked, blocking Wu Jian's face.

"Wang, Erica Brandy asks for a fight!"

Looking at Erica, who was covered in his blood, Wu Jian narrowed his eyes. After a while, Wu Jian nodded and said, "Okay, but you have to remember-I'm right behind you."

Erica looked sideways, nodded, and then faces Mercato.

"The Lion of Steel and the Lion Heart King, who is the ancestor - please listen to the vows of the Knight Erica Brandry. I am the heir of the horn flute and the descendant of the black warrior. My heart will not surrender, and my sword will never break. The Lion Heart King, the essence of the struggle is now revealed in my hands. The time for the duel is here, and Reinhardt!"

Erica drooped the sword along the gravity, and Wu Jian's blood, which was hiding from her sleeve, dripped along her arm and along the sword body.

"Melcato, I am the great god killer - Wu Jian's knight Erica Brandri. Here, I swear with the sword in my hand that I will never let you touch my master a hair before I die!"

Erica stroked forward, and Wu Jian's blood drew a bloodline in front of Mercato along the tip of the sword.

"Hmph, the mantis arm blocks the car."

Mercato said word by word, but Erica would not give him a chance to take action first.

"Arges, Stropez, Brontes, grant the Thunder protection to my sword!"

"Fly, Hermes' boots!"

Erica quickly recited two spells. One sentence made a lightning flash across Erica's body, and the other sentence generated a pair of winged boots under her feet.

A lightning flashed by, and Erica's sword swept across Mercato's face. However, Mercato flashed gently.

Mercato glanced at him and found that Erica did not stop, but instead took the opportunity to distance him.

"St. George! Bet on your noble name, and now I will attack the dragon in front of me!"

Erica turned around in the air while reciting the spell, and the sword in her hand was replaced with a spear.

"The red cross wedge, tear the dragon scales and dig out the internal organs. Martyred knight, I ask to grant my body general the medal!"

While throwing the spear, Erica was still chanting the spell. With the spell, the thrown spear changed into a lion.
Chapter completed!