Scott slashed at Morris with a silent swing of his sword - he didn't want to answer his question, he didn't want to admit the doubts in his heart.

The demon laughed and stepped back, apparently finding the unexpected turn much more interesting than fighting a human.

"Or what did I think he was going to do?" he crossed his rods against Scott's sword, his ugly face closing in on him with malice, and his deep voice voiced Scott's fear.

He opened the door. "Completely, completely opened it." ”

Scott jerked his sword out of the way, leaped forward as Maurice leaned forward, leaped high on his enemy's knees, clenched his sword in both hands, and slashed at Morris's low neck.

Morris's double stick couldn't keep up with Scott's movements, and the wingbones behind him unfolded hastily, but they couldn't completely block the full force of the blow.

With his angry roar, several blood-stained bones fell to the ground, and Scott's longsword still pulled a long trail of blood on his neck.

Maurice was stunned for a moment. The scar was as thin as a hair, and he didn't seem to feel anything...... But in an instant, thick blood poured out of the wound frantically.

The demon threw down the stick of his right hand, covering his wounds, and the queen retreated. Scott, who had just landed on the ground, spun around in a half-circle, and slashed his sword into the right side of his enemy's knee.

The blade sank between flesh and bone. Maurice let out a terrible scream, staggered two steps forward, and still fell to his knees weakly. Wielding the other long stick left in his hand, he tried to stop Scott's attack.

Scott lunged forward, completely oblivious to the damage that the terrible weapon could do. Rushing straight in front of Maurice, swinging his sword upwards at the most opportune moment, he watched coldly as the enemy sent his own throat to the tip of his sword.

Blood as hot as magma flowed down the sword, instantly staining his hands and arms black and red.

“...... I'm waiting for you. The dying demon glared at him gloomily, and in a hoarse voice he called for another battle in another world, word for word.

When breathing stopped, the demon's huge body disappeared in an instant.

Scott shook off the slippery blood on his hand. Set your sights on where Kurome was supposed to be.

Another vortex was flowing slowly and unhurriedly, the tentacle-like filaments between the two crystals stretched long, turning in circles with the whirlpool. It was as if weaving a huge, transparent cobweb—through that thin barrier, Scott could see the other world clearly, and see the crimson wilderness, in countless uncontrollable excitement and longing. Even creatures that began to bite each other......

Once the channel is fully opened. No one can stop them anymore. This world, abandoned by the gods, is simply unable to resist the invasion of another world.

He approached the crystals, raised his sword, and hesitated, not knowing whether to destroy them...... Is that too late? Or will it make everything worse?

“...... Scott!"

A voice stopped him.

He turned his head to see Nia brandishing her dagger and lunging at him a few steps, only to be stopped by a monster that pounced down from mid-air.

"Don't cut!" the thief shouted hoarsely as he dodged enemy attacks. "Trust me...... Even if it's the last time!"

Scott looked at him for a moment, then slowly lowered his sword.

He came closer. Gazing at the increasingly transparent web, looking at the hideous faces that were desperately crowded at the entrance of the passage, I felt a strange calm.

If this world really ends here...... It was also a relief for him.

The whirlpool slowed down, but the light in the crystal flickered faster and faster, gradually brighter than ever, and even Scott involuntarily raised his hand to block it.

After a moment's pause, like a bowstring that had been stretched to the limit, the filaments that extended from the crystal taut violently, and then began to bounce back in the other direction.

Scott took a step back, surprised to see a rainbow-colored glow glow from the rapidly spinning whirlpool, and the entrance to the passage grew smaller and smaller, as if it had been stitched together and tightened with thin transparent threads, until the two crystals were completely joined together, becoming a single diamond-shaped crystal with eight facets, floating in the air.

As it fell to the ground as if it had lost its support, Scott reached out and caught it.

There was silence - he couldn't even remember when the screaming and frightened monsters had vanished one by one.

The crystal lying in the palm of his hand was slightly hot, and seemed to be still buzzing and trembling, and in the middle of the crystal, a little light flickered on and off, but if you looked closely, that light was more like countless slender and transparent snakes entwined together, wriggling like life.

Scott's scalp tingled and he took the thing a little farther away - he now believed that the man who made it was a madman.

“...... Is that the end of it?" the ice dragon looked around, looking a little incredulous, "Not even the tower has collapsed!"

“...... If you really want it to collapse, just smash the red gem with all your strength. Nia said dryly, staring at the crystal in Scott's hand without blinking.

“...... Naria!" The ice dragon suddenly remembered that its friend, who was probably also in danger, and in the blink of an eye it turned back into human form, rushing up the steps before the scales on its face were gone.

Scott tried to ignore Nia's wistful gaze, gripped the crystal in his palm, and followed.

The sword slashed at the top of Is's head with the sound of the wind, and then retracted it stiffly.

"Why aren't you silent?!" Naria yelled in exasperation, "I thought another monster had come out!"

Isse smiled, but didn't retort - seeing Nalya still safe and sound was more important than anything else.

He walked briskly up the steps. The passage is narrow, there are probably not many monsters that can be drilled, and the surroundings are not as chaotic as he imagined...... But Alan was still injured.

Seeing Allen, who was pale and bloodstained on his side, his heart beat faster, and when he was about to run over, he noticed the strange look of the old man—a warning look.

He stopped in a daze, his gaze falling on the old man's right hand, curled up in his arms, as he watched Alan make a gesture he didn't understand.

"Is. Scott, who had come out of his way, reached out and pressed his shoulder to push him aside.

Something in his voice made Iss quietly pull away and watch Scott calmly walk towards Allen.

"It's over. Scott spoke.

Alan tilted his head, and with a slight touch, Scott swung the unsheathed sword in his hand at that moment, grazing the old man's neck and stabbing him straight behind him.

There were no screams, no blood spilled. The tip of the long sword disappeared out of thin air, and someone sighed and spoke:

"Didn't anyone teach you not to be so rude to women? ”

The woman's voice was sweet and soft, but it made Narya's face pale instantly.

“...... When did you come in?!" She glared at the female mage who was gradually revealing her form, and wanted to rush over but was pulled by Is, "Let go of my father!"

"While you're leaving your wounded father aside and trying to kill those unprepared little ones?" said the Raven, smiling, gracefully brushing aside the sword that had stabbed her in front of her, but could not move any further, "Perhaps I should kindly remind you, my lord." ”

She half-knelt behind Allen and looked up at Scott fearlessly: "You've been down there for so long, so long that I'm so bored that I've left a small mark on this brave warrior - if I do die by your sword, believe me, you'll probably regret it." ”

Scott withdrew his sword and looked directly at her with cold eyes.

"What do you want?" he asked.

"I think you know exactly what I want, sir. The white crow replied with a smile.

Scott looked at her quietly - if she stayed here, she couldn't have known everything that was going on below, maybe he could......

"I also know it's in your hands. Raven chuckled, shattering his yet-to-be-formed plan with a simple word, "I can feel it...... I created it, remember?"

"I'm afraid what you created no longer exists. Scott replied coldly, feeling a wave of irritation.

The white crow shook his head.

"You don't seem to understand what I've created at all. "It's not a door, it's a road, I know where it leads, I know the breath of that world, I can feel its pulse, like I feel my own." She reached out and stroked her chest, "It belongs to me, my lord, you can't take it away." ”

“...... What the hell do you want?" Scott frowned slightly, "That's not something you can control at all!"

"Who said I wanted to control something?" Raven's eyes widened innocently, "I'm just a little curious—and don't you think it's a little ridiculous for you to say that to me? after all, you're the ...... trying to control what you can't control."

Her voice faded into Scott's low growl.

The sword stabbed at the snow-skinned, dark-haired female mage once more, breaking through her defenses but avoiding her vital point, sinking deep into her shoulder.

The mage's figure flickered slightly, and vanished into thin air—it was just an illusion.

Scott's face was gloomy, and his sword slashed through the air around him.

This was Lydia's trick, and he should have known that the White Crow would probably do the same...... He should have sensed where she really was. But now...... It was not easy for him to stay awake.

"It seems that you value what you have in your hands far more than your friends. ”

The white crow floated in the air with a mournful voice, as if it were everywhere.

"Maybe I can ask you a question as well...... What exactly do you want?".

(To be continued......)