Chapter 1128

From the moment Emre shouted 'disengage from the battlefield', the Lord of Starborn knew it was time to leave. He had lost in a somewhat unclear way, but there was no doubt that the other party had 'convinced' Emre, though he didn't know how or what was 'said'.

"Gomezburg, what a nuisance," the Lord of Starborn muttered. He still believed that Ang's group came from Gomezburg and held all the grudges against that side.

Reaching out toward the Black Rope, the Black Rope shook off all the fierce spirits and swam toward the direction of the Lord of Starborn, just like a 'snake'.

But before it could swim over, a figure darted out from the airship cabin, grabbed the Black Rope, shook it with all her might, and the Black Rope curled back like a whip, then was suddenly flung by her again.

The front end of the Black Rope popped and exploded a mass of 'space'. There was no air in the void. The Black Rope shattered the space, and then the front end 'brushed past' that piece of space, whipping toward the Lord of Starborn.

This was somewhat like Feiti's flash. Feiti's flash also pushed the space in front of him, 'squeezing' dozens of meters of space into a few meters, and stepping over it in one step.

The Black Rope was even more direct. After shattering the space, the space was gone, and the Black Rope appeared directly from the other side of the space.

It was a pity that only the very front section of the Black Rope shattered the space. The section below, extending all the way to the large part in the Black Rope Elf's hand, was still at a normal speed, which instead became a burden, dragged by the upper section to accelerate, and in turn, slowed down the speed of the upper section.

As a result, when it fell in front of the Lord of Starborn, the Black Rope no longer had the sharpness to shatter space. The Lord of Starborn waved his hand, knocked the Black Rope away, then looked at her coldly and extended a finger.

The Black Rope Elf only felt her whole body tighten. A strong sense of impending death and suffocation enveloped her, making her body stiff and unable to move.

Inside the airship cabin, the green-haired and red-headed magic gods scrambled to fly out, wanting to block in front of the Black Rope Elf, but it seemed they were a step too slow. A red light oozed from the Lord of Starborn's finger.

Zzz, a thicker white light shot over, directly swallowing this finger-sized red light from the Lord of Starborn—Holy Radiance.

As the beam of light flashed, the little angel flapped her light wings violently, and her entire figure zoomed toward the Lord of Starborn like a beam of light, while shouting: "Ao!"

Negris translated: "Don't run? It seems this thing really wants to run. Why did those fierce spirits stop moving as soon as he retracted that Black Rope? Those fierce spirits that had only drilled halfway out even retreated back inside. This is all soul energy!"

"Maybe that Black Rope is controlling those fierce spirits. Forget the fierce spirits; the little angel must snatch that Black Rope. I'll refine a pair of crystal-plated big wings for you later," Du Luo Ken said while shouting toward the little angel's side.

After the Lord of Starborn lost the Black Rope, those fierce spirits also lost their direction and no longer launched attacks at the little angel, but instead subconsciously dodged this thing with big wings that emitted an uncomfortable white light.

This was the instinct of fierce spirits. Even mourning-level fierce spirits were just mindless spirit bodies. Being afraid of holy light and bullying the weak while fearing the strong was their instinct. They would be very fierce when facing ordinary enemies, but would hide when facing those fiercer than them.

Thus, this Black Rope that could control fierce spirits immediately aroused Du Luo Ken's strong interest.

Unfortunately, if the Starborn race wanted to run, it was very difficult for others to stop them, unless, like when Ang dealt with the Northern Crown, he took advantage of his inattention to crash him into a space that could isolate consciousness, such as inside the World-Extinguishing Array under Kram's blockade, or a space wrapped in a shroud?

The Lord of Starborn's eyes lost their luster.

The little angel was anxious, so anxious that she threw the Archangel's Staff out, spinning it like an axe to slash toward the Lord of Starborn, clanging against his head.

It had to be said that the Star God body was indeed hard. The Archangel's Staff slashed out a string of energy sparks before cutting into the abdomen of the Star God body, but it was already too late.

The Star God body didn't even make a blocking motion, letting the Archangel's Staff almost split him in two, and then his entire body turned into tiny specks, scattering in the void.

However, before those tiny specks completely disappeared, a hand abruptly reached out from where the specks were scattering. The little ghost opened its big mouth and bit down a large mouthful with all its might.

"Ao!" the little angel let out an unsatisfied cry.

The little ghost froze with its mouth bulging, then turned its head to look at the little angel and made a tongue-poking expression.

The little angel waved her hand: "Ao."

"Ya—" So the little angel wasn't crying at it. The little ghost breathed a sigh of relief and shrank back onto Ang's hand.

Recalling the Archangel's Staff, the little angel went to kill the remaining fierce spirits. Although she was annoyed that the main enemy had run away, the battle was not over yet.

The remaining people watched the little angel slaughtering in all directions. After nearly a hundred fierce spirits were killed, more than two hundred four-winged angels were transformed by her.

A fierce spirit couldn't just be transformed into one four-winged angel. If the energy was fully utilized, one fierce spirit could transform into about two four-winged angels.

Unfortunately, due to rank restrictions, she could only transform four-winged angels; six-winged angels couldn't be transformed. As a kind of combat weapon, the Holy Spirit had a very strict hierarchy.

Quantity was always the most intuitive data. As the number of four-winged angels grew, the Black Rope Elf and her two subordinates obediently hid back in the airship and stayed in place.

After a long while, Anthony took Negris and Du Luo Ken and boarded the airship. Before boarding, he waved at Emre in the distance and then held up a finger.

Emre hesitated for a moment, but still turned back to give instructions, and flew over alone.

Everyone stood on the deck and looked at each other for a while before Anthony said to the Black Rope Elf: "Sell your Black Rope to us. What do you want?"

The Black Rope Elf subconsciously gripped the Black Rope tightly and held it in front of her: "The Black Rope is not for sale. I don't want anything."

Anthony nodded: "Okay."

Then, without warning, he stepped forward, reached out, grabbed, pulled, squeezed close, shouldered, and after propping up the Black Rope Elf, threw three punches in a row. The first two punches blocked an elbow and a knee of the Black Rope Elf, and the last punch hit her stomach, directly knocking her away.

Emre, the green-haired and red-headed magic gods all subconsciously shrank their upper bodies, looking at Anthony in shock. Can you imagine a refined middle-aged man in court dress rolling up his sleeves and using his bare hands to knock a god-level mercenary away?

If he had cast some magic or divine art, everyone wouldn't have been so shocked. Anthony was clearly a magic-type; how could his martial arts be so strong?

Emre suddenly thought of something and was even more shocked: "You are the Black Rope Mercenary Group. Didn't you once capture a native mourning skeleton? How are you so... so..."

Also shocked was Black Rope. She twisted her body to stabilize her retreating figure, then touched the stomach that Anthony had hit. It didn't hurt? This was even more difficult than piercing her stomach. Was his control of power so exquisite?

Not only did he control his own force, but he also estimated the force of the Black Rope, and at the moment of contact, he retracted and released it, achieving this effect of knocking her away without hurting her. This man was definitely a martial arts master.

Anthony held the snatched Black Rope and said with a smile: "Then if I don't pay, it's not called buying."

Black Rope's expression changed, and finally, she resisted the urge to make a move and said: "It's useless even if you snatch it. This is a soul weap..."

She wanted to say it was a soul weapon and that Anthony, not being an undead creature, couldn't use it, but immediately saw wisps of black smoke rising from Anthony's hand, and a soul armament for the hand slowly appeared.