The villainous prince who bullied Feng Aotian was actually myself.

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The main problem was that he was so useless, being held in Helena's arms.

That pose?

It's a princess carry, isn't it?

His reputation is ruined in his later years! His reputation is ruined in his later years!

Leon blushed with embarrassment and wished he could crawl back into the big pit where he had just been lying.

"You're so heavy! Now, I'll teach them a lesson."

Helena put Leon down, then looked at the axe-wielding man with displeasure.

Next, flames seemed to burn in her red eyes, veins bulged on her forehead, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

Helena was burning with rage; she was furious.

boom!

A crisp sound rang out, like the sound of air being squeezed and burst, as Helena clenched her little pink fist.

The next instant, Helena launched a punch at the masked man like a cannonball.

"Orshen, danger."

The masked man shouted a reminder.

But the seaweed man wouldn't listen.

Helena was just a thin woman. He had overpowered countless women like her, and they would all go limp after a few moves. Why would he be afraid?

What's more, Helena actually tried to attack him with her fists; how much strength could she possibly have!

The masked man was not intimidated at all. His arm muscles quickly swelled up to be bigger than a bucket, and he met Helena's fair and tender fist head-on.

Chapter Twenty-One: The Heavenly Crane King of the Beastmen

"come!"

The seaweed man angrily swung his fist, which collided with Helena's fist, producing a loud bang.

Then, a crisp cracking sound was heard—the sound of bones breaking. The seaweed man's face contorted in pain as he was sent flying backward.

With a deafening roar, the seaweed man crashed into a leaning tower, causing the entire tower to collapse.

A short while later, the rubble was pushed aside, and the seaweed man crawled out of the ruins in a disheveled state.

His right hand, which had just thrown a punch, was now a bloody mess, his knuckles deformed and unable to straighten; it hung limply, as if his flesh and bone had been separated.

He roared in pain, but after struggling several times, he still couldn't stand up.

So strong!

Leon looked at Helena's fist, which was also mangled from the collision. Although he felt a pang of heartache, he was even more shocked.

"cure."

A faint glow shimmered on her fist, and Helena's little pink fist returned to its original health.

It's outrageous, it's outrageous!

The masked man was stunned—no, he was terrified.

He had already rushed to the seaweed man's side and carried him on his back.

"Vivira".

The masked man shouted loudly.

“Okay, Michel.”

A weak female voice rang out, and then a cloaked woman emerged from the shadow of the nearby tilted tower.

She began chanting loudly in a language Leon couldn't understand, and then a magic circle totem lit up beneath her, the masked man, and the seaweed man. The three of them vanished in a flash of bright light.

It's teleportation magic.

“Orshen is a sailor, Vivira is an alchemist, and Mihir is a magic blade user. The language Vivira used when she was chanting was the ancient Mystic language. They must be from a hidden force.”

Seeing Leon's puzzled look, Helena told him everything she knew.

"Demon Blade Master!"

Leon was surprised.

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Helena didn't understand why Leon was suddenly so agitated.

"I don't want to become a mage anymore. I want to become a demon blade user and a demigod of demon blade users, but I don't know how to advance to the demigod path of demon blade users."

Leon answered honestly.

"I see! I know everything about Demon Blade Masters, so what are you going to offer me in exchange?"

Upon hearing this, Helena pointed her hand at her head like a gun and gave a charming smile.

"Um……"

Leon was just about to consider what reward he could offer when Helena interrupted him, "I have other things to do, let's not talk about this now."

Then, Leon saw Helena running quickly toward the leaning tower where the altar was located.

Seeing this, Leon immediately followed.

The books that were originally open on the altar are now closed, lying quietly on the altar, no longer appearing mysterious and unpredictable.

Helena immediately grabbed the books from the altar and quickly put them into her storage item.

It was a cute little hair tie shaped like a four-leaf clover that was worn on the wrist. Leon remembered that Helena sometimes took it off and used it to tie her hair. He never imagined that it was actually a spatial magic item.

"Alright, let's go quickly."

After she finished, Helena let out a soft breath and turned to look at Leon.

"okay."

Leon didn't ask any more questions; now was not the time to talk. Eric and Harry were locked in a fierce battle in mid-air, occasionally escaping into the ethereal realm and then returning to reality, constantly switching between the two worlds as they fought, their battle seemingly evenly matched.

In the world of the book, due to the limitations of the spiritual conditions of heaven and earth and many rules, everyone was actually unable to unleash their full potential. Now that we have returned to reality, everyone's true strength will be revealed.

In battles of Obsidian level, Leon is currently unable to intervene; even observing a battle could lead to blindness.

However, it seems that Erico is not an Obsidian-class hero.

Moreover, she was injured in the world of the book.

Sure enough, after leaving the Leaning Tower, Leon found that Eric was already at a disadvantage, and was almost always being beaten by Harry.

Fortunately, the fortune teller's combat ability is not strong. The opponent's strength lies in prediction and control. If it were an Obsidian-level knight who is good at fighting, then Erik would probably have been defeated long ago.

The Knight's ability to engage in direct combat is extremely formidable.

The Knights Legion of the Fester Empire possesses the ability to slaughter angels and is currently the most advanced and powerful army in the world. Even with divine protection, they will still kill without hesitation.

Of course, this is under the condition that there are few angels and no Archangel King, who is the pinnacle angel.

However, the number of angels in the world is already small, and it is impossible to unite these angels on a large scale. This is the same principle as a tiger always walking alone.

"Leon, aren't we going to save Eric?"

Helena suddenly stopped in her tracks.

"You need to have the ability first."

Leon was helpless.

"Harry, you're only an Obsidian-level being. It's highly unlikely you can mess with the luck within me."

Erico's lips were burning red with blood as she plummeted back to the ground.

Luck is an elusive thing; even an Obsidian-level fortune teller cannot change one's luck.

"Of course I can't do it, but some people can."

Harry laughed, "Crane King, make your move."

At that moment, a ripple like water spread through the air, and a white-haired man emerged from the ripple, with a pair of pure white wings on his back.

The man had delicate features, like a young girl, and an elegant demeanor, like a noble white swan. The calm and composed aura he exuded gave people a sense of unfathomable mystery.

They are from the Sky Crane Clan.

After a moment's thought, Leon immediately had his answer.

The Sky Crane Clan is a type of beastman who possesses the ability to control destiny. High-level experts can even predict the future and manipulate luck.

Just now, Harry called him "Crane King"!

He is the king of the Heavenly Crane Clan!

Leon was suddenly utterly shocked.

The Fester Empire destroyed the Orcish Federation, and most of the royal families of the various Orcish races were exterminated. However, several powerful racial leaders were not captured and are still wanted by the Empire.

The Sky Crane Clan is skilled at spying on the fates of others. If he discovers that there is an imperial prince here, with such deep hatred for the destruction of his country, he might be captured and have his tendons and bones pulled out!

Thinking about this, Leon suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"Helena, let's run!"

I can't worry about that now, this is like enemies meeting!

It must be moistened.

The faster it moisturizes, the better.

"Prince Leon, don't rush off yet."

Suddenly, the Crane King's ethereal voice reverberated through the air, and Leon instantly felt as if his body was being restrained by something, unable to move an inch.

Oh no, we've been found out.

"Helena, you should leave quickly. The Heavenly Crane King is a half-step angel-level king."

Leon knew he couldn't get rid of the problem, so he could only hope that Helena would go and get help.

Chapter Twenty-Two: Imperial Uncle, Save Me!

"Okay, Leon, take care, I'll be right back!"

After speaking, Helena transformed into an arc of electricity and disappeared without hesitation.

Ah this...

Leon thought she would at least say something like, "No, I can't leave you."

It's inexplicably a little heartbreaking.

But Leon believed in Helena; she couldn't be such a heartless person. She must have something more important to do right now.

Yes, that must be it. How could she not care about her own life or death? Waaah, so heartless.

"Crane King, it was Caesar and Leon who destroyed your orc kingdom. It has nothing to do with me. I severed my father-son relationship with Caesar long ago!"

Leon quickly played the filial piety card to save his life.

"Sever the father-son relationship?"

The Crane King murmured softly.

“Yes, Caesar and Leon, those two wicked men, they threw me into the Thorn Forest to kill me. I have long since lost all respect for them, and I can help you take your revenge.”

Leon quickly offered his chips.

"Who is Caesar? And what is the Orcish Kingdom?"

Eric listened to Leon and the Crane King's conversation and asked with great confusion, "How many years have passed in the outside world now?"

“Berliss has been dead for almost seven thousand years.”

Harry explained.