Frilian: Starting by inheriting the title of the Southern Hero

Chapter 25 Goldification

The next second, Solitaire rubbed a ball of magic into her palm.

Dispelling magic.

All the frills have been removed, leaving only the purest and most intimate magical impact.

"defense!"

The moment Lynn shouted those two words, his body quickly fell to the right, sliding along the ground.

Future Vision has already provided the dodging path.

Shutark had no time to dodge and could only hold his battle axe upright in front of him, protecting Philon behind him.

The shockwave, like an unobservable hammer, struck the tomato warriors, instantly causing blood to bloom.

Tomato Warrior: Health -1!

The staff in Philon's hand shone brightly, shattering the hexagonal defensive barrier that had just taken shape. The aftershock swept across her shoulder, and blood instantly stained her white sleeves.

It was just a fleeting moment.

Shutark knelt on the ground, panting heavily, blood dripping down the axe handle.

Philon clutched his injured shoulder, his face deathly pale.

"Oh dear, he's still alive?"

Solitaire hovered in mid-air, tilted her head, and looked at the unharmed Lynn. Her smile deepened. "Just now, the trajectory of the magic's spread was random. Even I didn't know where it would fly."

As they spoke, they slowly descended a few meters, but always maintained an absolutely safe distance.

"But you dodged it unscathed."

Solitaire held up a finger and shook it gently. "This reaction speed reminds me of another formidable fellow who wielded dual swords many years ago."

Solitaire seemed lost in memories, her tone light, "He clearly didn't have much magic, yet he managed to rout us demons. It took the all-knowing Shurahat a lot of effort to deal with him."

"...What is your relationship with that human?"

Lynn did not answer Solitaire's question.

At this moment, images from the future vision are flashing wildly through my mind.

In five seconds, Solitaire will move to the left.

She will unleash the magic sword again in twelve seconds.

We must get her down.

As long as she lands or enters the 25-meter kill range, Lynn can inflict damage on her.

"Don't waste your energy."

Solitier smiled and spoke, seemingly seeing through Lynn's thoughts, and then her expression brightened.

"You're waiting for me to land, right?"

"Humans always like to look for opportunities to fight back in desperate situations."

"My gut told me that I would die once I descended."

Solitaire smiled, her eyes crinkling. "So I won't go down. Even if I run out of magic, even if this battle becomes incredibly boring, I'll just stay in the air and keep fighting with you."

That's really troublesome.

Lynn cursed inwardly.

It's not that villains are bad, it's that villains have brains.

This ancient monster, who has lived for countless years, is frighteningly cautious.

"Philan, can you still move?"

Lynn asked without turning her head.

"no problem……"

Philon raised his staff again to respond.

"Shutark?"

"I'm fine too!"

Hugh Tarek wiped the blood from his face and stood up straight again. "What do we do now? It looks like she's not coming down."

"How cunning."

Lynn looked somewhat helpless.

The next moment, something unexpected happened.

The rustling sound of leaves rubbing together in the distance has disappeared!

"That is..."

Shutark's eyes widened in horror, but in the next second he turned into gold.

Goldification!

"Mr. Lynn..."

Philen's voice abruptly stopped.

Lynn turned around abruptly, and at that moment, Philon transformed into an exquisite golden sculpture.

"oops."

Solitaire sighed softly from mid-air, "It seems Mahat is serious now."

"Has Duncan already gone head-to-head with Mahathir?"

Lynn frowned slightly.

Solitaire looked down at Lynn from high above, her voice filled with regret, "While I'm surprised you didn't turn into gold, your companions are beyond saving."

"Someone will save them; you're the one who's truly beyond saving later."

As Lynn spoke, he reached out and tapped Shutark's golden skull twice with his knuckles.

Ding ding!

It has a clear, crisp sound and is high-purity gold, but unfortunately it is completely different from real gold, so it cannot be circulated.

"Good."

Lynn withdrew his hand and even helped Hugh Tarek wipe the dust off the axe handle.

now it's right.

Once it turns into gold, it's equivalent to entering a state of absolute defense.

No matter how much Solitaire attacks, these two won't die.

Lynn sheathed his twin swords, dusted himself off, and then did something that Solitiel never expected.

He found a clean rock, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"Um?"

For the first time, a look of confusion appeared on Solitaire's usually gentle smile. "You've given up?"

"give up?"

Lynn chuckled leisurely, "I just thought, since you like chatting so much, let's chat."

"Shall we chat?"

"Haven't you been studying humans all along?"

Lynn shrugged. "Perfect, I'd like to study you too."

Solitaire blinked, then laughed. "Heh, interesting. So what do you want to talk about?"

"Let's talk about your hypocrisy."

Lynn's gaze turned cold. "To be honest, you're far inferior to Mahat. Mahat, though twisted, at least genuinely wanted to understand human malice and guilt. You, on the other hand, are just a sadist in human skin, a pure evil!"

Solitaire suddenly stopped laughing. She raised her hand, palm facing Lynn. "I don't like what you're saying. Since you claim to know me so well, you should know what I want to do right now, right?"

"You want to kill me."

Lynn said coldly.

"No, I'm going to cut off your limbs."

The light surged.

Countless swords formed from magical energy took shape in the air, densely packed and blotting out the sky.

"You can't hurt me, don't waste your energy."

Lynn's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"We'll have to try to find out."

Solitaire sneered and swiftly swung her hand down.

boom!

Countless swords rained down like a waterfall.

Lynn calmly watched the swords fall, then casually bounced left and right, and in the end, not a single sword touched him.

"It's almost time."

While dodging, Lynn estimated the time; by now, Frilian should have successfully deciphered the magic of turning everything into gold.

Sure enough, the next moment,

hum!

A golden ripple swept across Viize in an instant.

That's breaking the curse.

The gold that had covered Shutark and Philen vanished instantly.

"That's incredible."

Solitaire's movements froze.

She could sense an extremely powerful magic rewriting the rules of this area; it was the reverse analysis of the magic that turns everything into gold!

"Cough cough..."

Philon knelt on the ground, panting heavily. Seeing the scene before him, he understood what had happened.

"Ms. Frillian... has succeeded."