Murray glanced at Anya with a mixture of doubt and belief, then continued, “Then, Miss Anya, just stand behind me and cast your magic. If any more enemies come, I’ll hold them off.”
“Alright, thank you very much, Mr. Murray.” Anya nodded, silently invoking the Converter in her mind. Instantly, magical power surged within her.
“Kill!”
A Dragonkin, relying on his powerful, knotted muscles, swung a Holy Knight several meters away.
Before the Holy Knight could even hit the ground, the Dragonkin leapt forward and landed another heavy punch.
The Holy Knight coughed up a mouthful of blood on the spot and collapsed on the ground, unable to move.
“Damn.”
He knew full well that another hit would be fatal. He tried to get up, but his body felt as heavy as lead and wouldn’t obey his commands.
“Die, human!”
The Dragonkin roared and swung another heavy fist straight at the Holy Knight’s face.
The Holy Knight shut his eyes in despair, already foreseeing his grim fate.
But the expected blow never landed.
Suddenly, an icicle shot up from the ground, steadily blocking the fatal attack for him.
The Holy Knight felt as if he had been granted a pardon from the heavens.
He scrambled up and retreated several steps, gripping his weapon tightly as he warily watched the Dragonkin.
“Who did that?” The Dragonkin was stunned as well, not expecting anyone to interfere.
He threw several more punches before finally managing to shatter the icicle.
The same thing was happening elsewhere—every time someone was in danger, an icicle would appear just in time to block the deadly strike.
While fending off the Dragonkin’s fierce attacks, Murray kept an eye on the battlefield. Seeing how fast and precise those icicles appeared, he couldn’t help but feel a jolt in his heart.
Was Miss Anya really doing all this by herself? That’s incredible!
He could see clearly that this was just a Tier Two Ice Spike Spell, not particularly threatening on its own.
But Anya managed to use this simple magic to perfection, saving people from disaster again and again.
This kind of adaptability in the heat of battle was truly rare.
Anya hadn’t spent all that time in the System Space for nothing.
She often had to deal with attacks from all directions in that harsh environment, and had long since developed extraordinary Field Adaptability.
Even with the chaos before her now, she managed to handle it, though it was mentally exhausting.
“Miss Anya, you’re truly amazing. Your awareness in battle is already stronger than most people.”
Murray gave Anya a look full of approval and was extremely satisfied with her performance.
Many of the Holy Knights noticed something unusual as well and looked toward Anya.
At first, no one paid any attention to this young guide, but after she saved the day several times at critical moments, they couldn’t help but see her in a new light.
With Anya’s support, the Holy Knights fought with even more courage.
From their initial discomfort, they gradually learned the patterns of the Dragonkin’s strength.
They used softness to overcome hardness, their sharp weapons taking down several Dragonkin in succession.
The Dragonkin, of course, noticed something was wrong.
Their attacks were constantly interrupted by icicles, making their assault clumsy and frustrating.
“It’s definitely that human girl! Kill her first!” One Dragonkin soon pointed at Anya, having figured out the key.
“Kill her!”
In an instant, all the Dragonkin locked their gazes on Anya, their hatred for her reaching its peak.
[Fame Points +500]
The System Panel suddenly flashed before Anya’s eyes, recording the increase in Fame Points.
Iris seemed to appear in the outside world like a spider sensing movement—clearly, she had also received the news.
“What happened, little Anya?” Iris looked left and right, only to see that they were surrounded by fierce-looking Dragonkin.
It was clear that these Fame Points came from these people.
“Such good people.” Iris was genuinely grateful to them from the bottom of her heart. Now she could finally buy new comics!
“They look like they want to take me out first, and you still call them good people?” Anya looked at the Dragonkin eyeing her like predators and found it rather amusing.
Iris stuck out her tongue. “They can’t hit you, but they keep sending you Fame Points—aren’t they good people, then?”
Seeing the situation, Murray immediately issued a command. “Everyone, attention! Tighten the formation and protect Miss Anya!”
The Holy Knights obeyed at once, closing ranks and forming a dense wall of bodies around Anya, making it impossible for the Dragonkin to break through.
“Damn it, they’ve protected that magician!”
The Dragonkin were so frustrated they could almost stamp their feet. This feeling of being blocked at every turn was extremely uncomfortable.
Originally, dozens of Holy Knights would have died by now, but Anya’s magic always appeared unexpectedly, saving them each time.
On the contrary, the Dragonkin themselves had already lost dozens of their own.
“So this is what a magician can do on the battlefield. Amazing.” One Holy Knight marveled.
He had just been saved by Anya’s icicle and understood firsthand how perilous that moment had been.
On the other side, Lina and Kamila had already exchanged several rounds.
There was no denying it—the Dragonkin’s innate talents far surpassed humans.
Although Kamila’s power was not equal to Lina’s, her tremendous strength and defense made up for it.
Lina hadn’t expected this seemingly frail Dragonkin woman to be so much stronger and tougher than the male Dragonkin she had struck down before.
Though Lina had to fight two at once and watch out for sneak attacks from Kamila’s subordinates, she still managed to handle it all with ease.
Looking at the battlefield over there, things seemed to be going quite smoothly.
She hadn’t expected Anya to be a Tier Two magician either—Karen had never mentioned this.
“Kamila, your subordinates have suffered quite a few losses.” Lina continued her heavy sword assault, speaking lightly.
Kamila’s expression darkened, but she had no energy to spare for a retort, barely managing to parry Lina’s blows.
Lina’s speed was simply too fast, leaving Kamila no room for distraction—she could only defend.
“Now it’s my turn to ask—will you surrender?” Lina smiled lightly, her movements ceaseless. “If this drags on, it’s no good for your Dragonkin.”
“Ridiculous.” Kamila rejected her without hesitation.
Dragonkin had dragon’s blood flowing in their veins, their arrogance and contempt for all others deeply imprinted in their genes. Kamila would never bow her head and surrender.
“Ignore me—go deal with that human girl.” Kamila instructed the Dragonkin beside her.
That Dragonkin obeyed immediately, turning and charging toward Anya.
Lina frowned at once. This Dragonkin was not as strong as Lina herself, but was definitely superior to Murray.
“Now, it’s time for a true duel between us.” Kamila suddenly let out a low roar, dragon scales instantly covering her skin and giving her a somewhat fearsome appearance. “Come, Lina.”
Lina had chosen to fight two at once in order to pin down both opponents, letting the Holy Knights behind her seize the advantage, and to make it easier to negotiate with Kamila afterward.
But now the situation had changed, and no one could say how things would develop from here.
Lina steadied herself, deciding to show some true skill now.