A rare magical miracle in the world

Chapter 213: Chapter 135: I’m Not Venting My Anger, I Respect You (Vote for Recommendation)_3

But they hadn’t noticed when the other side had surrounded them.

“Wait, something’s not right.”

Bailuo sensed again the distance and the seabed, but the result was still ‘schools of fish,’ just ordinary aquatic creatures: “Still no ‘Miracle Power’?”

These weren’t ‘Miracle Troop Types’?

They were merely pure Sea Beasts, the same type of ‘Offspring of Miracle’ as Lilith’s fairies!

“Well played, hiding your moves, huh?”

Bailuo had been almost sufficiently guarded.

Yet, Sigurian had still pulled a sly trick on them, one move that seemed almost capable of turning the tables.

“Shooosh!”

The senior sister drew The Four Kings Sacred Sword, placing it against Sigurian’s neck: “Order them to stop, or I will kill you!”

“Right, did that dolphin just talk a moment ago?”

“How did you do that? Were you transformed from a human? Or is it a special ‘Ability’ of your miracle?”

“Such an interesting miracle, so what exactly is your miracle?”

More curious about why the dolphin could talk than his own safety, Bailuo couldn’t help admiring this man: “Are you so confident I won’t kill you?”

“Tsss.”

The ‘Holy Sword’ nicked Sigurian’s neck, releasing black blood, and the evolutionary power of the ‘Saintly Aura’ was absolutely lethal to Sigurian.

That intense pain, even from just one wound, felt as if it was being scrubbed with sulfuric acid.

“A holy class of miracle?”

Sigurian looked at the senior sister: “Your eyes are different from his, I can tell, you really would kill me.”

On the way here, Bailuo had told his senior sister.

If he hesitated at certain moments, unable to make a decision, then it was up to his senior sister to judge.

Bailuo believed in his senior sister’s wisdom and decision-making power. Whatever the outcome, right or wrong, good or bad, they would shoulder it together.

“Fine, I command them.”

With such vast numbers, should they surge forth, the ‘Yatun Army’ would be under great pressure.

“Speak.”

The senior sister walked behind Sigurian, pressing the sword against his neck, and pushed him to the prow of the ship.

With two ‘Kings’ present, even Sigurian at his prime would only be outclassed, so he couldn’t possibly misjudge his current predicament.

He couldn’t escape, certainly couldn’t escape.

Even if all of his ‘Miracle Army’ came at once, they couldn’t stop two kings intent on making an escape.

Given the reality, a temporary compromise was the best choice.

But Sigurian was seething with anger, full of fiery rage with nowhere to vent; a month’s worth of drinking had done nothing to quell his ‘Wrath’.

“Isn’t this perfect?”

“What did you say?”

“Nothing,” said Sigurian: “I’ll give the order now.”

Meanwhile, Bailuo stood behind Sigurian, his hand resting on the ‘Lionheart King’s Blood Sword,’ a stance that brought Sigurian immense unseen pressure.

Feeling the two people behind him, the undertones, both overt and subtle, compelled him—’Behave, or be beheaded.’

‘Did you notify Morgan when you started this battle?’

‘The ‘Cross Strait’ is still in my possession, isn’t it, Sigurian?’

In this moment, Sigurian felt no fear, but rather his blood boiled with excitement—it had been so many years since such a life-risking battle of ‘Miracles.’

“My army, I order you…”

“I don’t care! Go to hell!!!”

Sigurian shouted in fury: “Kill them all!!!!”

Bailuo: “…”

Senior Sister: “…”

“Boom~~~”

“Hahaha…”

The sword did not fall; he was still alive. Sigurian laughed maniacally: “You didn’t kill me! You! You don’t dare to kill me!!”

“You, are quite the character.”

However, faced with Sigurian’s laughter, Bailuo was calmly sheathing his sword.

Bailuo indeed didn’t dare to kill him, because Yatun was not prepared to go to war with Morgan.

But Sigurian didn’t know that.

So he was truly gambling with his life, betting that Bailuo didn’t dare to strike.

“You’re also quite the character.”

Sigurian suddenly said: “To hold back from killing me.”

“All this nonsense, it’s meaningless,” said Bailuo.

Without being upset or angry, Bailuo was very calm, extremely calm.

“To be placed in a desperate situation and then to survive.”

The senior sister thought of what the old uncle had said about commanders on the battlefield, and Bailuo smiled: “Nice play, truly a remarkable move that’s eye-opening.”

Bailuo harbored no resentment nor blame towards Sigurian; he only felt that his opponent had taught him a lesson, enriching his insight and experience.

In battle against the enemy, all sorts of situations can occur.

I make a move, you counter.

Now that Bailuo and his team had made their move, and Sigurian had countered, it was time for them to turn around and gain victory over the enemy.

“The streak of inexplicable good luck is over, time for a proper fight…”

Bailuo had the senior sister continue to control Sigurian, then raised the ‘Lionheart King’s Blood Sword’ high: “Men!”

“Prepare for battle!!!”

“Whish~~”

The flag of the ‘Lores’ Shield Guards’ unfurled, silver-white, emblazoned with a white moose on a shield, glittering in the sunlight.

“Elsa.”

Fiona rode her broom and flew out, followed by Elsa, who leapt from the deck.

“Crack!”

Elsa released a vast amount of cold air, using her unique magic, no longer needing a ‘Magic Wand.’

So, the sea surface was frozen.

Elsa was rapidly casting spells, freezing all the ships in place; they were surrounded, so it made no difference where they went.

Meanwhile, Bailuo’s orders were passed through secret messages, instructing them to hold their position for nine minutes, which would end the battle.

‘Just 9 more minutes…’

Elsa thought as she crafted the battlefield for the ‘People of Yatun,’ ‘We must show Your Majesty our growth!’

“You really are outstanding,” Bailuo said to his opponent, feeling a need to give due respect.