The magic slammed into the walls, stirring up one wonderful arc after another. The stone tower did not move, and the young priest even felt that it was quietly absorbing all its power, just like the strange black tower that fed on human flesh and soul...... Even if it has changed, the three-storied pagoda is still a three-storied pagoda.

The weapon that Is's hand conjured up with ice kept changing as he attacked, looking dazzling, but also giving people a strange feeling...... He didn't go out of his way.

York had heard that the dragon, who preferred to walk the world in human form, was not very good at fighting. He was as agile as an elf and as powerful as a dwarf, but he didn't have the experience and skill to use his talent perfectly.

But now, at least in York's opinion, his sword-wielding skill was not inferior to that of the best paladins in the temple...... Not inferior to any elven warrior he had ever seen.

His weapons are ever-changing, but the way he attacks is simple and powerful. He's more like he's ...... Find the best weapon for you.

Light and ice fused into a strange weapon, finally no longer changing. The handle of the weapon was like a spear, the blade was like a straight knife, the lines carved by the magic were silver and white and crystal like frost flowers, and the sharp and cold aura when each blow fell, made York shrink back slightly.

He was clearly far enough away.

I don't know who deliberately did this. The battle was full of excitement between one man and one dragon, but it was always just going around in a very small area. Laval never used any teleportation spells - clerics who lacked melee skills usually used this trick to distance themselves from enemies in order to have enough space and time to cast spells.

Laval was resisting.

The priest of Anduh is indeed good at all kinds of defensive spells, but it seems that there is no need for this...... Is that to show tolerance and concession, or is it ...... Can't teleport at all?

The tower has its own power, and perhaps its own consciousness.

Glancing at the cord of light that poked out of the ground and once again wrapped around Yago's body, York was inexplicably a little creepy. He unconsciously tensed his muscles and tried to get away from the wall...... Stay away from the stone statue behind him.

Those lifeless eyes seemed to be looking down at him coldly.

The priest's palms grew wetter and colder. When Laval finally staggered back under Is's unstoppable combo of swords, he gritted his teeth and rushed out.

"Wait!"

He shouted, not casting spells or attacking anyone, instead trying to separate Iss from Laval with his body - he still didn't trust Is, but he trusted that Ed wouldn't watch himself split in half by his ice dragon friend.

Is's eyes were full of annoyance. But his knife passed by his ear, shaving off only a strand of his hair.

Laval, who was unsteady on his feet, fell backwards, and York subconsciously reached out to grab him. Almost at the same time, a dazzling light burst out of Laval's suddenly broken staff.

The light was so bright that it almost blinded a man's eyes. Instinctively, Iss deflected his head and leaped high and stepped back before being knocked away by the sheer force.

The most embarrassing is York, who does not put any defense on himself in order to show sincerity. He was bounced out and slammed into the wall, blackening his eyes...... But it didn't hurt too much.

What power protected him.

He threw his head on the ground, dizzily trying to get up, and before he could figure out what was happening, the long transparent knife had already pierced him in front of his eyes with an almost gorgeous brilliance.

The knife was swung directly at his neck.

The chill from the cold weapon froze his blood. His eyes widened in a daze, and he couldn't react at all at this moment.

He couldn't dodge the knife so fast, and it was too late to cast a spell.

He clearly felt the moment the blade sliced into the flesh - not pain, but numbness. It was as if the extreme cold had frozen the pain.

Waiting for the moment of death, the surging anger and reluctance made him wave his hand without thinking, and almost with all his strength, he smashed the emerald on the wall of the ring in his left hand.

Most priests would hide a shield or teleport in such a gem, but what he sealed in it was a deadly spell.

When the high priest was still sober, he always said that he was too arrogant and impulsive...... Yes, he does. When he is on the verge of despair, he prefers to die with the enemy who has cornered him.

He heard an inhuman roar, which fell like thunder, and smashed into his chest with a dull pain. He felt the whole world pressing down on him, as if it was about to crush him to pieces.

- There's something wrong with this spell.

In the midst of despair and resentment, this doubt arose and sank, sinking into a pitch-black water.

That's probably the end...... And he was real, and never betrayed his gods. Will he be able to have a small place behind the radiant chariot of the Goddess of Dawn?

...... But the process of death was too long.

The light came up and slowly dispelled the darkness—he hadn't closed his eyes at all. He could still feel the pain, his head buzzing......

He heard his own voice, angrily asking:

"It's all come to this point, do you still think this Lord Laval is fake?!"

That was exactly what he wanted to say...... It didn't come out of his mouth!

Intense fear freed him from the chaos. He looked up with difficulty, pleased to realize that his neck was indeed not broken...... He's not dead.

Leaning over to look at him was Ed Singel. Those dark blue eyes, which are usually always easy to discern emotion, were unfazed, almost terrifyingly deep.

He wanted to say something, but it felt like a lump of mud was stuck in his throat. He couldn't get up, his body was broken, and he didn't control it at all.

The only thing he could barely move was his head, so he desperately turned his head to look at ...... Another him.

Ed's body half-obscured his vision, but he could still see another Yorke Tracy, not far away, who also seemed to be unable to get up, so he could only sit on the ground and roar at Ed: "I know you believe in that dragon, I know dragons can see through all illusions...... But surely he can't be mistaken?!You killed him like this, and never thought about the consequences?!You ......?"

His voice stopped abruptly.

He looked at him. When the eyes met, a fear that had never been felt before captured the pastor's heart.

“...... Lord Laval!"

The other, who struggled to his feet in ecstasy, pounced on him: "You're still alive!"

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