The most powerful wizard in the magic world

Just now, he received important information through the chip. Looking at the giant sword in his hand, he knew that if he didn't increase its power quickly, time would pose a fatal threat to them.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Alma frowned and followed Gerling's movements closely. Although her voice was calm, she could not hide her inner anxiety.

"I have to do this." Gerlin raised his head, his eyes determined. "The Fallen Star only has fifteen minutes of energy left. I can't let us lose our advantage at this critical moment."

Alma bit her lower lip and walked slowly forward to Gerlin's side. "We need more information. Although the rune is powerful, it may also affect you. Once it is activated, what if..."

"What if?" Gerlin interrupted her, a trace of uneasiness flashing in his eyes, "We have no choice. If we don't use the ice rune, the enemy will take the opportunity to attack. What's the point of me holding a powerless giant sword?"

Alma sighed, revealing helplessness. "I'm just worried about you, Gerlin. The balance between strength and power is particularly important, especially in this situation."

"I know." He held the giant sword with one hand and moved his other hand close to the flickering rune, silently reciting the activation spell in his heart. The cold air emanated from the rune and wrapped around his fingers. The cold touch instantly spread throughout his body, as if he had entered another cold world.

At this moment, a low roar was heard in the distance, shaking the earth and startling the two. Alma looked towards the source of the sound, his expression becoming more and more nervous. "They are coming!"

"Hurry! There's no time!" Before Gerlin finished speaking, he had already placed his palm on the center of the rune. As he chanted the spell, the rune was instantly activated, and the power of ice poured into the giant sword like a tide. The sword body instantly became cold and hard, and the surface flashed with a strange white light.

"Do you feel it?" Gerlin felt the power coming from the giant sword, his eyes flashing with excitement and anxiety, "The power of ice is increasing!"

Alma then sensed something different. She stood aside, clenched her fists, and spoke firmly. "Gerlin, I will support you here! Remember, no matter what happens, you must stay calm!"

"Okay." He turned around with a smile on his face. Although he was nervous, hope was burning in his heart. "With you by my side, I will be stronger." After saying that, he raised the giant sword high, and the breath of ice spread instantly, and the air around him also became cold at this moment.

As the roar became clearer, Alma's heart pounded, and it seemed that even the vibration of the earth echoed her voice. "They have arrived! We must be ready!" She quickly adjusted her posture, and the palms of her hands also accumulated the power of ice, ready to attack at any time.

"We'll do it together!" Gerlin's eyes were determined, and he took a step forward to meet the approaching enemy. The light around him seemed to dim at that moment, but the sword in his hand was shining brightly under the cover of ice.

Several shadows approached them quickly. Alma gritted her teeth and leaned forward slightly, ready to fight. In a trance, she seemed to see the face of the enemy. There was no doubt that it was a cursed creature that had completed an evil ritual and exuded a dark aura.

"Are you ready, Gerling?" she asked, the tension in her heart growing stronger, but she knew she couldn't back down.

"Yes, Alma!" He raised the blade, making a sharp sound, "No matter who the enemy is, I will protect you with this sword!"

At this moment, the enemy finally rushed forward, and fierce roars rang in his ears. Alma stood still instantly, and the power in his body surged out like a flood, and a dazzling ice ball condensed in his palm. "Come on, don't retreat!"

Two figures intersected in the snow-white light. Gerlin swung his sword and it slashed through the air, heading straight for the enemy who was rushing towards him, making a sharp sound. The power granted by the ice rune turned his every swing into an invisible blade, piercing through the enemy's defenses.

"Get out of the way!" Alma shouted, spinning the ice ball at the enemy quickly. It exploded instantly, forming a field of ice flowers, blocking the enemy's advance. With the cold air as a barrier, her eyes flashed with determination.

"We must separate!" Gerlin yelled, and rushed towards Alma, ready to bless him with stronger ice power. He knew that the focus of this battle was how to effectively use the ice rune that had just been activated to prevent the enemy from getting close.

Cold light was everywhere, and the sound of armor colliding and ice breaking intertwined and spread in an instant. Gerlin thrust out with his sword, and the giant sword vibrated under the cover of cold air, splitting a huge frozen space. Alma used this moment swiftly, quickly casting the Ice Scepter, controlling the surrounding snowflakes and cold currents, and almost at the same time, he froze the enemy firmly.

"This time, I think I can delay their attack!" She panted, her eyes determined, trying hard to keep the ice stable.

"Well done!" Gerling smiled and continued to stride forward. "But this is not enough! We must defeat them!"

The power of ice continued to grow in his hands, and the giant sword was like an ice dragon, composing the melody of victory. Their cooperation caused the enemy's formation to quickly collapse, and Gerlin's cold eyes flashed with fearlessness. At this moment, he seemed to have been completely immersed in the ocean of power, experiencing the coldness and power bestowed by the runes.

"We can't wait, keep pushing forward!" Alma felt the number of enemies around her increasing, she shouted, "I will buy you some time, I want to use this opportunity to increase our firepower!"

"Be prepared, I will protect you!" Gerlin responded with a firm look in his eyes. He then swung the greatsword again and rushed forward, trying to avoid fighting with more enemies and giving Alma a chance to perform.

"Understood!" He gripped the hilt tightly and struck the enemy with a heavy blow. The huge sword swept past, bringing with it a gust of icy wind. His body was like lightning, full of fearless momentum.

"Don't let your guard down!" Alma roared in a low voice in the distance, hoping that time would ease a little and give her the opportunity to perform.