The battle!

The person who just spoke was a man wearing a black robe, with a square face and eyes as sharp as a sword.

"Rosko… You brought an army here; perhaps you need to explain yourself." Lumiana frowned and said.

"Ah!" Rosko laughed loudly: "Hahahaha… why don't I let the Holy Son explain this to you?"

The ropes were untied, and Ikarys stood up, swallowing a yellow pill.

Immediately after, his appearance began to change as the wounds on his body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In less than ten seconds, Ikarys had completely recovered his previous appearance.

He waved his hand, and a majestic and divine white outfit appeared on his body.

Of course, that outfit was somewhat similar to the outfit Lathel was wearing.

It's just that… Ikarys's skin has more lighting effects.