Before rebirth, he was the assistant of Mebius.

Chapter 246 The Limits of Mortals

Inside the European branch's base, a woman in blood-stained white clothes stared at the armed soldiers across the corridor with an expressionless face like a devil.

The next moment, she threw the dagger in her hand, and the lights on the roof began to flicker intermittently, and soon went completely dark.

In an instant, the woman disappeared out of thin air and reappeared in the middle of the team in an instant. While these inexperienced soldiers were still looking for the woman, wailing and casualties had already appeared again.

In the dim and enclosed environment and the uncomfortable blood mist, ordinary soldiers almost lost all their senses, like lambs to be slaughtered.

With her agility and strong combat experience, the woman pushed herself all the way from the door of the logistics department to outside the command room. It was only here that she was stopped by a burly man wearing armor and holding several weapons.

"You are... the one from the first team? Ha, you dare to come back?" The man said, holding a rifle and looking at Vivian who was twenty meters away in the passage.

Vivian still didn't reply. She clenched the weapon in her hand, and the next moment, her unique power was activated. Gusts of wind blew past, and Vivian disappeared from the spot again.

"Ding-dong—"

After a metallic collision sound, the weapon in the man's hand was instantly knocked away by the sword in Vivian's hand. With a spin kick and the use of power to increase the impact force, the fully armed man was kicked into the wall next to him by Vivian.

"Good, very good... You are worthy of being the elite of the first team. I am the deputy captain of the fourth team, Muhan." Muhan said to himself as he jumped down from the depression in the wall.

Looking at Vivian who was ready to give him a fatal blow at any time, Muhan not only had no intention of fighting back, but also dropped his weapon, then calmly raised his left hand and clenched his fist.

"Call, 'Rhea', and pray for God's grace, to give me a helping hand in this wild land, between the mountains." Muhan muttered, while resting his free right hand on the wall beside him, and at the same time looking at Vivian who was waiting for an opportunity in the distance.

In an instant, the ground and walls in the passage began to crack, and everything seemed to come alive and quickly gathered towards Vivian.

"Boom~" After a loud bang, before the smoke and dust dissipated, Vivian appeared in front of Muhan again and quickly swung a sword at him, and all this happened in an instant.

As a Stigma Warrior, Muhan's reaction speed was not as sharp as that of a Fusion Warrior, so he was unable to dodge and was scratched on the arm by the sword in Vivian's hand.

"Call, 'Theia', and pray for the grace of the gods, and take away the light."

"Call Hyperion, and ask for God's grace to rain down arrows of the scorching sun upon him, burning his soul."

"Call, 'Iapetus', and ask for divine grace, to give me vision of the future, and to grant me my body."

After saying all this, Muhan's clenched fist left hand was stimulated by something like static electricity, but he quickly clenched his fist again.

Although Vivian's eyes did not become blind for a short period of time as expected, the flaming arrows still appeared out of thin air beside her, and the eyes that could briefly predict the future made up for Muhan's slow reaction speed.

After a series of collisions and frictions of cold weapons, because he could only fight with one hand, Muhan barely managed to tie with Vivian with the help of two abilities. At this moment, although both of them were injured, Vivian seemed to feel no pain. Instead of becoming slow in movements, his offensive became more and more fierce.

"Call, Tartarus! Pray for the grace of God, and let him fall into the abyss of hell, cleanse his soul and bury his body."

While confronting Vivian, Muhan activated his ability, but in the end he received a stabbing pain.

"Call, 'Tartarus'! Pray for God's grace, and let him fall into the abyss of hell, cleanse his soul, and bury his body." Muhan repeated it again, but the result was still a punishment after a failed prayer.

"One chance left... What's wrong with this guy? Are the people in the first team such freaks?"

After Muhan withstood several fierce attacks from Vivian, he immediately began to chant the mysterious spell again. However, before he could finish, Vivian, with the help of her super speed that could almost be called "instant body", used the long sword to deflect dozens of strikes in less than a second.

"Call, 'Phoebe'... Ugh!"

In the flash of swords and sabers, Muhan's body went from having only a few superficial wounds to a dying bloody corpse.

"Call... 'Phoebe', and pray for divine grace to cover her eyes and hide her feelings."

"Call... 'Tethys', and pray for divine grace... to heal my wounds."

As Muhan finished speaking, the dim corridor was suddenly enveloped by an inexplicable white light and an extremely loud resonant sound, and his injuries were healed at a speed visible to the naked eye at the same time as Vivian lost his five senses.

Muhan's injuries have all recovered, but Vivian can't delay for too long. Although her injuries are not serious, there is no way to heal them, and Muhan's abilities are too complicated, so the balance of victory is no longer tilted towards her.

Realizing that Vivian was about to run out of energy, Muhammad did not hesitate and used his last chance of the week to pray to Tartarus, the god of the underworld.

"Call, 'Tartarus', and pray for the grace of God, to send him into the abyss of Hell, to cleanse his soul and annihilate his body."

And this time, 'Tartarus' responded to Muhammad's prayer.

In an instant, the passage was dark, the pressure increased, and there was no sound. Vivian's visibility soon became less than one meter around him, as if he was really being dragged into the abyss.

A few seconds later, a formation eye drawn with black powder appeared under Vivian's feet, and her body became extremely heavy, making it difficult for her to move.

Time passed minute by minute, and Vivian tightly grasped the sword in her hand and used the ground to gain leverage, which prevented her from falling directly to her knees.

Twelve seconds later, cracks began to appear on the ground, and dark arms emitting foul air emerged from them and began to grab Vivi's legs and pull her down.

Faced with such a strange situation, Vivian did not make any moves that could easily lead to flaws out of impatience. Instead, she quickly adapted to the pressure created.

However, this does not mean that she has completely broken the opponent's attack. Those arms emitting black air are still climbing up Vivian's body step by step, trying desperately to drag her underground. But despite this, the total number of these arms that can devour fear and proliferate has not increased.

This meant that Vivian in front of him did not have even the slightest fear, not even a panic.