Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Sinola shook her head in reply.

Her counter magic was purer, relying more on talent, and could not be learned after birth, but it was not necessarily as useful as Hesintos' more violent counter methods.

"Then it stands to reason that Loren will surely get stronger the more they fight."

Upon hearing Sinola's conclusion, Talia and Isatia, both gathered around her listening to her explanation, felt relieved.

The two princesses had been tormented by Sinola before.

"But be cautious of his first-strike kill."

Lanci spoke softly to himself.

His companions around him keenly understood Lanci's words.

"Lausang has liked your comment."

Sigrid stood beside Lanci and nodded in agreement.

"Why don't we join the battle, after all, we have the advantage now; let's block a few War Gods on their side and spare some hands to fight Hesintos."

Antanas gazed at the battlefield, raising a fist and quietly suggested.

Despite her fear of approaching the battlefield more closely, even from the Barrier two kilometers away, she was terrified, but if Loren lost the fight, they would all be finished.

"Let's not talk about what this would do to the Barrier, if we all rush in, even being caught in the aftermath could cripple us."

Migaya patiently explained to Antanas.

This was his wife's good friend, as well as his daughter's close friend, and a colleague of a Bishop, so he definitely treated her with utmost politeness, even though he still hadn't figured out the hierarchy of the Demon Race.

Moreover, at critical moments Hesintos wouldn't care about civilian safety.

But Loren would.

This was the decisive difference between them.

Helping Loren protect the civilians so Loren could fight freely was already the most correct and greatest help they could provide right now.

"Do not interfere with Loren, this battlefield is not something an Eighth-order can casually join. Randomly entering would only tie Loren's hands, hindering some large scale spells."

Sigrid also advised Antanas.

Those present probably only she and the Second War God Salon could truly understand the level of warfare two kilometers from the Barrier's center.

Hesintos' summoned sword is infinitely tearing through space.

And the Seross Spirit Sword swung in his hand simultaneously releases a planar and circular slash, locking onto Loren and advancing to release a lateral slash.

Loren darted through the slashes.

Three different swords rapidly fell onto the field again, Loren resolutely dodged the zones created by the sword's descent.

Then, Hesintos unleashed planar and linear slashes and detonated the ground.

Each sword hitting the ground generated massive shockwaves, Loren had to strive to find the sword's shadow to avoid a lethal blow.

However, Hesintos' interfering magic repeatedly took effect; every time Loren tried to cast a spell, Hesintos would precisely interrupt it, turning Loren's crucial spells into nothing.

"If... if Loren loses, what are your plans, meow?"

Bianca observed the increasingly dire situation, timidly shrinking her neck and wrapping her tail around her waist, having already defected. If all images were true, Hesintos wouldn't spare her, and just the thought of having to escape to the Allied Forces' countries made her scalp tingle.

"If Loren loses, I'll be next."

Sigrid stood with arms crossed, firmly gazing at the battle on the screen.

The Ninth-order realm seemed not out of reach to her; had it not been for considering the overall odds of victory, she would have long desiring a clash with the Ninth-order enemy.

"He won't lose."

Lanci firmly believed.

At this moment, only he was the most confident in Loren.

"It would be great if Loren had a personal weapon."

Antanas now also understood what Pranay meant by Loren's strengthening.

As it stands, the most significant gap between Hesintos and Loren seemed to be the Divine Sword which could not be compensated for.

Hyperion grasped Antanas' meaning, she glanced at the shadow beneath Lanci's feet.

If Cat Lun could successfully converge with Loren during the decisive battle, then the rumored few lifetimes of Loren would truly come into play.

Even though Cat Lun was at most considered a White Ordinary Summoned Beast carrying Orange Epic Wind Magic, a Ninth-order White Ordinary might unpredictably match a First-order Red Legend.

"Stop dreaming, Cat Boss already used Night Dew Whispers at the start and fell into complete side-effect slumber, unable to wake until the hour-long cooldown ends."

Lanci shook his head helplessly.

When he met Loren earlier, if he had tossed Cat Boss into Loren's shadow or had granted Loren the Black Sun Tyrant's Eternal Decree, he would have done it already.

Ninth-order Loren would instantly exhaust his Mana, making Tata seem like a low-powered appliance.

As for Cat Boss, it was only fifty minutes in by now, whereas Loren and Hesintos' fate might be decided by a pivotal strike at any moment.

They were not merely fighting for victory, but for life and death, each moment could tilt the scales of victory dramatically, with win rates fluctuating wildly like bungee jumping.

They continued chatting, looking toward the Barrier center once more.

Loren was generating a headwind ahead, drawing Hesintos towards himself, even pulling forth enemies in an uncontrollable state.

This spell's greatest characteristic was the ability to forcibly interrupt other spells and immediately cast another spell.

Hesintos' counter didn't succeed this time; it was interrupted by Loren himself before it could take effect.

The next moment, Loren created a zone of dark aura ahead, the dark aura condensed into a sphere again drawing nearby enemies in, causing them to enter a slowed state.