Panasses blinked, a drop of sweat slipping from the corner of his eye.

He could hear his own rapid breathing and heavy heartbeat, the sound striking at his soul, evoking growing anger in the long-standing hesitation, the shame of being used and despised for a long time, and the embarrassment of being powerless to resist.

The light around him was still bright, but his vision seemed to be covered with a layer of black mist, and the shadows were floating and wriggling, like ghosts. He felt as if he was standing between two worlds, light and dark, life and death...... He really didn't have only one choice.

A mocking smile tugged at his lips, not knowing if it was for himself or Payne.

He is well aware that there is darkness hidden in his soul that cannot be illuminated, but who is really pure and innocent here?

Elves want to believe that their souls are made of starlight, pure, pure, and holy, but living in this world full of temptations, their desires, desires, and evil thoughts that arise from them are actually no less than those of humans. When the "eternal souls" become false, their struggles in fear and despair, no matter how perfectly disguised and how high-sounding justifications may be appealed, will only grow uglier. For example...... For example, Heleno.

After that angry roar, Helenno seemed to quickly regain her composure. She stood there staring at them coldly, tall and tall, with her long sleeves hanging low, oblivious to the scythes of light scattered around her, barely able to tell if she had really lost control of them, and how much her plans depended on these tiny, terrifying creatures.

No matter what the facts are, she always hides - the elves are good at disguising, and so does he.

However, at the moment he was endlessly tired of this natural hypocrisy. Why can't he honestly pour out all his desires and thoughts? There is not only darkness in his hopes? Why can't he do whatever it takes to end up trying to get the last thing? It's not just for himself.

He moved his bloodied fingers and looked up at Payne. There's nothing like the calmness and ...... of that already white face Pity disgusted him even more—he hated this outright use of Helenor. What is the difference between them in the end? The outcome is undecided, and it is impossible to judge right and wrong at this moment, so why should he judge his choice with such a lofty attitude?

He exhaled softly, swept the dagger in his hand, and threw it back carelessly, without an incredible rise and fall in his heart—no, he had dug out his heart and abandoned it without any thoughts.

He knew he could hit the target...... Even in such a situation, Saumur would not be defensive against him.

The hissing sound of gasps in his severed throat seemed to ring in his ears, as distinct as the gurgling sound of blood. He didn't look back...... There will be no looking back.

He knew he was laughing—the smile on his lips that grew deeper and deeper was uncontrollable. Perhaps he struggled on the edge of the abyss for too long, so that the moment he completely fell, he only felt incomparably happy.

He watched with interest at Payne's face, which had finally lost color in horror and rage, and finally couldn't help laughing, the ancient incantation staccato in a twisted and hoarse laugh, but it could not be stopped.

It was true that he had never been here, but he knew that this circle was not inferior to the self-righteous elders...... And he was willing to pay a price that none of them dared to pay, with the blood and life of the one he had once regarded as a brother...... and his own heart and soul in exchange for the power promised by the oldest covenant, from which no one can take away.

It's just a deal. What difference would it make in exchange for faith or love, or for betrayal and killing?

After all...... After all, the gods are gone, and there is only rebirth in destruction.

As the last syllable dissipated into the air, a dull soft sound sounded behind him. Somur fell, his longbow landing at his feet, his blood gushing at his feet, staining every rune red along the deep notches on the ground. Through his boots, he should have been unaware, but he felt like he was standing on top of the boiling magma. The magma poured into his body, scorching his flesh and blood, and above his head, countless brilliant gems shimmered like stars, gradually brightening too much to look at, and the starlight pouring down was cold, and the chill pierced into the bone marrow like an ice blade, and he shivered involuntarily in the severe pain, and the power that spread throughout his body made the pain almost become some kind of enjoyment.

There was a slight vibration under his feet, as if the entire silent tower trembled with the power that surged through his body. The Scythe of Light moved away from the circle and swept towards the closed door, as if even they were instinctively trying to flee in fear.

It doesn't get any better feeling than this.

He clenched his fists, and heard Helenor's voice sound again, still trying to maintain the grace of his voice with a cursed gritted teeth: "...... Hopefully, you know what you're doing. ”

He looked up at her and smiled silently, and threw down his sword, hooking his toes and falling into his hand with the provoking longbow.

The game is over...... It's time to hunt.

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When the tower began to shake, Ed didn't stop.

As soon as they entered the tower, they rushed down the steps to the bottom of the tower. Fairy is tall and long-legged, Curell is light-footed, and Finway is almost like a glide when he runs, little white...... Xiaobai has four legs.

He had to jump and run hard to keep up with them.

It was Ferry who stopped suddenly, and Ed, who couldn't hold his feet, hit him headbutt. He rubbed his nose silently and stood up straight, probing to glance at it.

The chamber was in front of him, and in front of the closed door stood three elves, each with a glazed gaze, unresponsive to their presence.

Ed instinctively tried to step forward, but was stopped by Philee's outstretched cane.

"It's useless. He told him, then lifted his chin to Fenway: "Drag them away." ”

Ed stopped talking—there was something so dangerous in the elf's still-calm voice that he didn't dare say anything more.

He turned his gaze to the door he had opened, and the flaming feather wood on it was burning even if it was uncolored. He remembers it well...... But I don't remember those mottled spots, like mold, like black spots eroded by acid.

Large and small black spots are faintly connected on the door to form another pattern. Ed swallowed dryly, inexplicably a little flustered.

Correll helped Fenway drag the three petrified elves away and walked over to take a look.

"Isn't this thing ......," he said, "a bit like a dragon?"

The black shadow was indeed like a dragon with wings outstretched, and even in their gaze gradually spread, deepened, and became more and more distinct, and even the crown horns on the head that hung down were clearly visible.

Is that...... A spotted leaf dragon?

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