When Tellina turned to face Ed again, someone stepped forward and dressed him in an even more gorgeous red robe—a pomegranate-red red with a faint pattern of dark gold, like the heavy cloak of a king at his coronation, but it made Tyliner's face pale pale.

Looks like he's just one crown away...... And at this moment, the fanaticism in his eyes was very similar to Ante. Is that desire for power and power also flowing in the blood, and no one can escape it?

Tellina ripped off the bone pendant and clenched it tightly in his hand. The men on his left and right struck the ground with their golden canes at the same time, and a low chant seemed to rise from the ground, echoing through the chamber with a cold aura.

"If you can't even rely on gods, why do you think 'people' must be reliable?" Ed's voice was steady and low, with a hint of exhaustion and abruptness, as if he no longer cared about the impending fate, "I used to believe in some people more than in gods...... See what I've gotten again?"

"I have deep sympathy for that. Tellina seemed to want to give him a sarcastic smile, but the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, "But nothing can change your fate now." ”

The chanting grew louder and louder...... It was an old Elven language, and it sounded strangely like an ebullient hymn to no one - though it was pronounced more like some terrible curse. Ed stared at the swaying figure on the ground, surprised to realize that at this moment, he still had the leisure to listen to the lyrics that didn't match the tune.

He was proficient in Elven languages, but no human dared to claim to be proficient in ancient elven languages. That wondrous language has been torn apart and transformed over the long course into innumerable incomprehensible fragments, with meanings so different from when it was created, mixed with the language of the elves, the lingua franca of the day, all sorts of incantations, and even the dialects of the peoples of the sea. But Ed could still vaguely hear what the song was praising - a huge body, brilliant flames, an indestructible greatsword, and red jewel-like armor......

- Red jewel-like armor?

Ed frowned in confusion, and suddenly a flash of inspiration occurred in his mind, which was churning with countless questions.

"A dragon. He muttered to himself, "A flame dragon ......"

A fiery dragon sung by elves.

“...... Blazing Wings. The forgotten name jumped out of the chaos. Iss had spoken of this to him, a young and aggressive flame dragon, Anclan's powerful, unending ally......

"Esteri...... Estarena Blazing Wings!" He cried out involuntarily, but he felt deep fear as he spat out the name.

He heard a roar that exploded silently in his soul...... Dull, hollow, distant, as if from another world, as if he himself had roared from the deepest part of his heart, furiously breaking through the layers of cowardice, unwillingness, remorse, guilt, sorrow, sympathy, love, and hope that covered it, and replaced it with a flame that could turn everything to ashes.

The golden-red flames seemed to jump right in front of his eyes. It was pure anger and pure power. It's so scary...... It was so hot and enchanting that he wanted to flee in horror and embrace in ecstasy, to become one with it.

A sudden pinprick chill in the back of his head made Ed snap to his senses and staggered to his feet—he almost fell to his knees.

He still had a suffocating trance, everything in front of him was hazy as if he was surrounded by fog, but there was a certain point in his consciousness that was unusually clear.

What's wrong...... This ritual is not as simple as a "sacrifice"!

"Stop...... Stop!Tellina Boford, stop!" he screamed desperately, stumbling into the cage, but the pain didn't hit him as expected.

He watched in amazement as the brilliant light between the runes dimmed dramatically as it flowed above Mithril...... And it was quickly restored.

He was bounced away again, and his eyes blackened with pain—he couldn't even describe what kind of pain it was. But he could only force himself to get up, shaking his head to try to make his vision clearer.

"Stop......," he cried, his voice low and hoarse, barely audible, but refusing to despair.

Naria hates not saying goodbye the most...... He couldn't do that to her.

"Stop!......," he roared, his gaze frantically skimming over every shadow of light, trying to catch the little more lucky corner.

- He found it.

"Stop! Tyliner!" he roared with the last of his strength, "look at the ground! Look at your shadow...... Where is your shadow?--Tellina!".

"It's too late, my lord. ”

Bloomer Christos stood straight in front of Sean, his sword clenched in his hand, but a smile on his face.

Nia wiped away a few drops of blood that were about to slip into her eyes, looked at the young knight, and couldn't help but sigh a little - he was so young and handsome, with blond hair in the dark underground...... It was as bright as the sun in the blood-colored firelight, a bit like Scott when he was younger.

It's just that Scott's smile at that time also seemed to be forever sunny, and there would be no such resentment and malice.

Sean didn't say a word, but he didn't hesitate to swing his sword and slash at it, just like he did with the corpses piled up at their feet. Nia looked down and stuck out her tongue quickly, unconsciously panicking - he had killed people, but he had never killed so many people without blinking an eye...... There was even a trace of indescribable excitement in my heart.

He thought they were lucky...... He hadn't expected the two of them to do this, even though Sean had used his body to fend off almost all of the magical attacks - honestly, he didn't think it was a human body.

But they haven't been able to get in yet. The young knight and the guards behind him were the last barriers...... The chant had already sounded, and Nia could feel something terrifying, like the dark wings of the god of death, hanging in a heavy light.

As the young man said...... It's probably too late for them.

He coughed vigorously, alerting the paladin leader who had turned into a statue. The old man's short white hair was almost stained with blood, and even when viewed from behind, it was terrifying...... But they can't stop here, no matter how slim the hope.

“...... Get out of the way. Sean finally spoke.

Bloomer grinned, his smile twisted, not moving.

Sean raised his sword in silence, and the young knight raised his sword to his chest in the same position.

"You've found me, sir. He whispered, the hatred so deep that it chilled Nia's heart, "You found me, you trained me...... And then you abandoned me. What did I do wrong, my lord?"

Sean didn't answer.

“...... You have to pay the price. Bloomer murmured, his eyes blood-red, "You have to pay...... Sean Fletche!".

(To be continued.) )