Even the strongest among the seventh-order, Barton, likely won't last long against an eighth-order summoning.
"Melogas, lend me your power!"
Hyperion stared intently at the most dangerous Magic Card in her hand.
The only possible way to save Abigail's side was to injure Tenth Ancestor Ulysses, even forcing Ulysses to divert more of his focus to his main body!
That way, Ulysses could no longer control the Blood Eagles to attack Abigail and her team!
But at this very moment—
No matter how she attempted, the card continued to emit purple electric cocoons, repelling her.
Perhaps due to the last mistake in usage, her body had already undergone antibody changes; just attempting to use the card made her magic clash violently with the toxin left behind by the Blasphemy Lord.
"Damn it, Blasphemy Lord!!"
Hyperion's hand felt like it was being scorched by oil from the cursed card.
