Finn had only one thing to consider.
In this absolute dead end with a nine-in-ten chance of death, exactly how should he strategize and what should he sacrifice in order to lead his members safely back to the surface.
"Well, apologies, but she's annoying me to death with all that noise."
Childe, suspended in mid-air, tapped his hideous dark red single-horned mask with a finger encased in pitch-black armor.
His voice grew low and distorted through the mask, sounding as if it came from another world.
"I just want to have a good fight. Everything else doesn't matter."
He seemed to be explaining to Finn and the others, yet also muttering to himself.
But that seemingly casual apology carried absolutely no sincerity.
The moment his words fell, the purplish-black lightning and deep blue water currents wrapping around him violently surged.
He did not give the Loki Familia any more time to catch their breath or think.
That pitch-black demon king moved.
In the next instant, attacks like a torrential storm thoroughly drowned the six people: Finn, Gareth, Ais, Bete, and the twin sisters.
Fast. Fast to the extreme. So fast that even Finn's thousands-of-times tempered dynamic vision could only barely capture streaks of interwoven purplish-black and deep-blue afterimages.
Childe's figure darted madly through the battle formation formed by the six.
The flexibility of the water and the frenzy of the lightning fused flawlessly in his hands into the purest art of slaughter.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Gareth roared furiously, dancing the Grand Axe into a watertight shield wall, attempting to use absolute strength to block Childe's charge.
But with every collision, that heavy battle axe would be deflected by a sinister and soft force. The high-voltage lightning transmitted through the axe made his proudly strong arms continually go numb.
Ais pushed Ariel to its limits, turning her entire body into a cyan tornado. Countless sharp sword beams pierced out from the storm, trying to lock onto Childe's position.
However, every time her sword struck, it only hit the afterimages of water vapor and lightning left by the opponent.
Conversely, Childe's counterattacks always managed to slip through the gaps of her sword stance at the trickiest angles, leaving wounds of varying depths on her body.
"Bastard, stop running around!"
Bete abandoned his defense, trading injury for injury, chasing that purplish-black lightning with his wildest instincts.
His kicks were as fast as thunder, but each strike felt like kicking against a slippery, rushing torrent, most of the power instantly deflected away.
Yet Childe's lightning-wrapped water blades clung to him like a maggots in a corpse, constantly tearing open new wounds on his body.
Tiona's massive double blade, Urga, swung out every time with an aura to destroy everything, yet couldn't even brush the corner of Childe's clothes.
Tione's twin short swords were agile and deadly, but were utterly suppressed by the opponent's unpredictable halberd, leaving her barely able to protect herself.
Finn positioned himself in the center of the formation. The Fortia Spear seemed to come alive in his hands; every parry and thrust was perfect, trying to chain everyone's offense together.
But facing this demon king who entirely discarded common sense and pushed martial arts and elemental power to their zenith, his proudly held art of command seemed so pale and powerless in the face of absolute speed and strength.
Frenzied, crushing, merciless.
Having activated Foul Legacy: The Devouring Deep, Childe was like a tireless war machine.
Every attack was brimming with killing intent, every movement accompanied by a premonition of death.
Ais and the other five were completely pinned down by this storm-like barrage. They could only pour all their strength into dealing with the invincible demon king before them, their minds highly focused, with absolutely no leeway to worry about anything else.
Meanwhile, on the other end of the battlefield, another desperate massacre had already raised its curtains.
The 'Aiden' standing on the rock curled his lips into an icy smirk.
In the next second, the crimson flames coiling his body erupted violently. He transformed into a meteor tearing through the air, charging straight at the rearguard formation where Riveria was located with a terrifying speed akin to teleportation.
"Fire!"
The Elf mages around Riveria didn't panic in the slightest.
The moment Raul was heavily injured, they understood that defense was meaningless against an enemy who could unleash Lumina Slash.
They decisively unleashed the magical bombardment previously prepared to deal with Childe.
Although missing Riveria's annihilation magic barrage, the magic circle of the Alf Ring was still intact, and the power of over a dozen Elf mages was still linked together.
What's more, among them was Lefiya, the genius praised as the Thousand Elf with boundless potential.
"Proud warriors, archers of the forest!"
Lefiya stood at the very front of the formation, her orange hair dancing wildly in the magical air currents, her blue eyes filled with unwavering resolve.
"Answer the voices of our brethren! Nock the arrow and ignite the flames!"
Following her clear chant, dozens of spells were unleashed simultaneously.
An ice-blue storm swept forward, freezing even the rocks in its path. Giant crimson fireballs trailed long tails of flame, radiating heat enough to melt steel. Thick lightning strikes descended like spears of divine punishment, bearing apocalyptic might. Emerald green tornadoes tore at the atmosphere, sweeping up everything along the way.
Magical bombardments of various attributes wove together into a dazzling, fatal net of death. Enhanced by the Alf Ring, its power was in no way inferior to the full-force strike of any Level 5 adventurer.
However, facing this saturation attack sufficient to flatten a small hill, the rapidly charging 'Aiden' showed no emotion on his face.
He simply murmured four words in mid-air in a near-whisper.
"Soul's Tranquility."
Instantly, an invisible, imperceptible sonic wave spread out from him in all directions.
The next moment, a scene occurred that made all the mages feel their souls flee their bodies.
Whether it was the roaring ice storm, the scorching fireballs, or the berserk lightning and tornadoes—the instant they approached within three meters of 'Aiden', it was as if an invisible giant hand had pinched out their fuses.
All light, sound, and energy were completely erased in an instant.
The violent elemental turbulence turned into docile magic particles, dissipating into the air.
The magic had been nullified.
"It's that magic!"
Riveria's face instantly turned ugly.
Silentium Eden.
The magic of Alfia the Silence, the absolute domain capable of rendering all magic ineffective.
This magic, to an Elf mage unit that relied on spells as their primary combat method, was an existence akin to a natural enemy.
It didn't even require the user to possess immense magical power; just activating it was enough to turn all magic to nothingness.
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