(What's that?)
Looking at the figure, Caroline felt a little uneasy. Prince Heine's movements seemed to be mechanical, and Jared, unusually, did not attack. This made Caroline feel that something was wrong, and at this moment, Kelly suddenly rushed forward, as she slightly raised her hand, three fire snakes that appeared out of thin air flew towards Prince Heine. But the three fire snakes didn't hit the original target, instead they turned their heads and rushed back towards Kylie. They collided with Caroline's umbrella and disappeared with a violent explosion.
（Be careful, Kelly. What are you doing?)
"It's a forbidden spirit. It's bad!"
Kelly didn't seem to hear Caroline's complaints, she just stared at the fire snake that had just gone up in smoke, her face as pale as if she had seen a ghost in broad daylight.
"This can't be right!"
Serenity was also shocked, but she didn't try like Kylie, but then backed up a few steps, and at the same time waved her hand to disperse the water elemental elves that were ready to come forward to attack the prince together with her. The Forbidden Demon Spirit was a type of Demon Spirit, and in essence, it was no different from the one Caroline had encountered in the Underground Arena, but there was a clear difference between the two. The former is just a confusion of magical spirits caused by mental instability, while the latter is a terrible magic that intentionally sucks the magical spirits in the air and drives them to work for it with a strong will. The spell drains the caster's energies, and then turns him into a corpse so perfect that it doesn't need to be embalmed. Prince Heinrich Heine apparently had an alternative method, using his own guards as casters and letting them suffer the repercussions they deserved, but only getting the benefits of the spell himself. Clearly, he had a plan.
"This is troublesome, the enemy that is filled with the spirit of magic all over the body is the most difficult to deal with, now the fight is the control of the spirit of magic ... Maybe teacher can do it, but we are absolutely impossible."
Serenity stepped back, not forgetting to give Caroline a hand.
"Hurry up and get Mr. Jared to pull back! We have to get out of here! He has absorbed the sword and magic strength of two people, Mr. Jared has no way to fight him!"
(... can you do it?)
Caroline asked, not stepping back, but staring at Jared's back.
"It's not easy to say."
Jared's figure swayed, but Prince Heine seemed to be faster than him, the two swords in his hands suddenly swept to the left before Jared's action, accompanied by lightning, windstorm, ice and other chaotic light and air jets. At this moment, the other Jared was revealed in this violent magic storm, as if a kite with broken strings flew backwards, and fell heavily in the darkness of the void.
Then the world shook violently, just an instant, the sunlight, the blue sky, the white clouds and the grass once again returned to the field of vision, just now that extraordinary existence seems to be like a dream reflection, at this moment has disappeared without a trace.
Jared sat up from the grass, and in the next instant his figure was dead-bolted to the ground by two long swords, but then shook and disappeared.
Another Jared appeared behind the prince, shaking his head.
His forehead was hot, and a feverish feeling of discomfort swept over him. The values created by the light manipulation needed to be calculated by his brain at a high speed, but just as even the most advanced CPU couldn't do without a cooling fan, Jared's brain couldn't be equipped with water-cooling devices either. Although the manipulation of light itself didn't consume much, it required a lot of brain power. Maybe he shouldn't have made such a big deal out of it?
Jared shook his head, once again seemingly woefully sideways to the left, avoiding the sword mixed with poisonous gas. Anyway, even if he was stabbed, it was only an illusion ... But the speed of this prince's highness was obviously very unusual, his speed seemed to have exceeded the boundaries of Jared's comprehension. In the crouching body of the next moment has appeared in the position of the target, simply because the brain thinking faster than the other side of the body movement, Jared was barely able to judge the other side of the landing point and position, otherwise, even he was afraid that not so easy to avoid.
（According to Kelly, we should pull out.)
"You know, I don't leave loose ends."
Jared's double sword reflexes, the left hand of the sword to reach forward a pick and a round, will be running thunder past the long sword to lead away. His movements are not large, every position has been accurately guided and aimed, ordinary people's brains and bodies always have a few seconds of error, but Jared's brain modification can completely ignore this kind of error, adjusting and improving the neural reflexes and sensitivity is not a problem, but to allow the body to faithfully and accurately respond to the brain's orders and signals for the action is another matter. ... Who knows if there will be delays due to network problems.
Warriors are always accustomed to trust instincts in combat more than the brain's judgment, but Jared is completely just trust their own brain's judgment, in fact, the so-called instinctive reaction is just a kind of self-judgment made by the brain, but its reaction speed is far more than the reason that may die at any time.
Prince Heine was stalking Jared as if he was crazy, and Jared didn't have any good countermeasures. The use of phantom is not very frequent, and in the eyes of this now similar to the Terminator red light, looks as if there is no reason to say that the use of phantom has not much practical significance, as if you ask a drunken man questions, but no matter what the answer will not change. Then there is only ...
Prince Heine raised his sword again and swung it over, but the black shadow that was fighting with him changed in an instant, a huge sharp scythe mixed with a cold storm of death whistled past, the two silhouettes touched and split, then a curved stick-like object flew out of the air and then fell to the ground. The arm that lost its body still gripped the longsword in its hand that had lost its magical splendor, but it only stayed on the ground for a few moments, and then once again struggled like a fish on the shore and jumped up, returning to its original position.
I didn't realize this stuff was so tricky.
Jared waved his giant scythe, frowning a little helplessly. Just a moment ago he activated the "parallel overlap", but the original impossible to be blocked by the other attack route was actually blocked four times, only the last time to succeed, which makes Jared a little surprised, not to mention the addition of this perversion of the ability to swing ... This kid is afraid that Than their own is not like human.
"Ask Kelly if there's any solution to this thing."
Once again, the roaring power forced Jared to take the other side of the attack, but in the giant sickle and the double blade contact moment is still a little bit ate not laugh, as if Jared is facing not only a human, but a giant excavator like a strong pressure followed. While pondering whether there was a way to cut off his head, Jared asked Caroline. After a moment of silence, Caroline replied.
(Yes.)
"What's the solution?"
(Just run as far as you can.)
Caroline didn't give Jared the slightest hope.
(According to Kylie, the prince's body is just a container for the spirit of magic, similar to a mannequin, even if you cut off his head or arms and legs, it's useless.) Unless there is a magician who has higher control over the magic spirit like Ani or the Lord of the Heavens, they can control the magic spirit in the prince's body and make it disappear.)
"That is, this guy is now an undead Terminator, and if you can't interfere with its core energy, it'll turn into Transformer Gold Steel?"
(That's pretty much it.)
Despite the urgency of the situation, there was a hint of amusement in Caroline's tone.
(Surely you can't do nothing about it.)
"Sure."
Jared sneered.
"Since we can't cut it into pieces, why don't we just make it disappear?"
With that, Jared turned his hand around and the blackened scythe once again transformed into runes and returned to Jared's arm, then he ran forward and crashed into Prince Heine's arms without missing a beat.
Faced with Jared, who had come to his door, Prince Heine began to laugh wildly, his heart already filled with the joy of the imminent fulfillment of his wish, the man who had spoiled his good deed, and had even driven himself to his death. This was what he deserved! He wanted to see Jared rolling in pain under his swords, begging for mercy, crying out in pain, and enjoying the pleasure of trampling him under his feet, so that he could forgive him for his disrespect. I am a prince! How dare this lowly commoner jeopardize my plans? I'll make his life miserable!
"Eh?"
The prince's smile suddenly froze.
His body actually fell to the ground uncontrollably, and his two arms were already stabbing into the air, looking like a crab that had been turned over.
Where's his leg? Has it been cut off? No way! Even if it was cut off, it would have returned to his body!
"I say, His Royal Highness."
Jared's smiling face appeared in front of Prince Heine's, giving him a gentle nod as a greeting.
"How does it feel to walk without legs?"
"Where did you get my leg?! Insolent pariah! Give me back my leg! I'll spare your life!!!"
"Poor thing, he's starting to talk nonsense."
Jared shook his head regretfully, then stood up and looked around to make sure Caroline had led the rest of the crowd away before lowering his head again.
"Never mind, it's not too late to talk some nonsense with you, anyway, under Caroline's setting, I have to be responsible for 'luring' you away so that you won't hurt those ladies. Then we had an amazing duel between the cliffs, and you had a problem with your ... magic, and then you just destroyed yourself in spectacular fashion. How's that for a script? I don't really like it, but I can't help it if Caroline thinks it's good."
With that, Jared sat down on the rock next to Prince Heine and watched with mocking eyes as he continued to swing his longsword senselessly into the sky - as stubbornly as if he were a cyborg.
"Forgive me, I am very sincere to apologize to you, was not very want to kill you, but you are now must die. Because I suddenly had a good idea ... for this idea, you go to hell, don't worry, sacrifice is always great, dedication is always honorable, there will be a lot of people in future generations to remember you."
Here, Jared looked up at the sun and shrugged his shoulders.
"Time is almost up, if we stay any longer the setting may turn out to be that I die with you ... I'm not interested in dying with a man."
Saying this, he rose to his feet, walked once more to Prince Heine's side, and then stamped upon his arm.
"You must be wondering how I lost your leg."
Jared's voice was soft and calm, as if he were describing a poor retail product.
"As a gift to that world, you have my special 'permission' to enjoy it."
Imitating Prince Heine's tone of voice, Jared said with a smile, then he stretched out his right hand, the black runes on it could not stop trembling, as if it had its own consciousness, moving in some kind of inexplicable trajectory.
"Rune Armament, Resonance Mode - Load."
At Jared's command, the black rune lines flowed backwards and disappeared into Jared's palm. Then, Jared slapped Prince Heine's chest.
There was no sound, no light, and when Jared stood up again, all traces of the man he had once been had vanished from the world forever, and he was reduced to his original form, unnoticed by anyone.