The jet-black twin sticks smashed into Scott's head.

Morion's weapon looked like two pieces had been taken out of the bones he had been born in his back, the tips were rough and irregularly rounded, but they were dark and dark, without a hint of luster, and the wind that sounded them as they swung them was unusually heavy.

Scott lunged forward and dodged the blow. The stick slammed into the ground behind him, sparkling in the splinters.

Scott's longsword swept towards Morion's calf. The huge demon was extremely agile, and it jumped up with great reflexes, and the soles of its feet with sharp claws that bent slightly like a beast stepped directly towards Scott.

Scott rolled and dodged, and as he got up, he slashed at the back of Morion's knee with both swords, only to feel the wind above him - the demon used his wings as weapons and smashed them down on his head, forcing him to give up the attack and raise his sword upwards.

He didn't dare to use his sword to directly block Morion's twin sticks, the weapon of unknown material looked heavier and harder than metal, and the magic sword in his hand, although extremely sharp, was obviously not that strong.

But he was sure that even the bones of demons were indestructible. The blade slashed at the blackened bones that seemed to have been buried in the soil for thousands of years and then dug up, and the moment they struck, it was as if sparks were splashing.

Morrion roared angrily - Scott's sword left a whitish mark on his wing bones, which didn't hurt much, but seemed to hurt him...... or have been insulted.

Scott escaped from the range of his wings, slightly surprised—the bones were so hard that they looked like they had been fossilized. Cutting it is no different from a rock.

Morion swung his long stick in pursuit, and Scott kept backing away, luring him away from Ishonia. In between battles, try to destroy as many enemies as possible with fire, trying to suppress the anxiety in your heart.

He had to stay calm. His most formidable enemy was not the demon that was looming in front of him...... It's himself.

"Nia!"

The ice dragon roared again.

It had already had to push Nia between its body and the walls. Even with Scott's help and his fire, more and more enemies were pouring towards them. Most of the monsters of all shapes and forms could fly, and their sharp teeth and claws were like magical weapons that pierced its tough scales, and while they didn't hurt too much, they made it a little overwhelmed.

"I'm busy!" yelled Nia angrily. Deftly dodged out of the two monsters' sandwiches.

As soon as a monster slipped through the ice dragon's attack, Nia had to hold his damn instrument and fight it single-handedly. Even if his dagger cuts even a little skin through the monster's body, it can completely disable them from attacking. But the constant dodging slowed down his speed inevitably.

The ice dragon fell to his stomach with a thud, and his white wings spread out above his head, enveloping him tightly between the ice dragon's body and the wall.

It can't move its body or one of its wings, making its attack range extremely limited. But at least that way he had a little time to continue his work.

Finish off the remaining enemies as fast as you can. Nia sat down on the floor, sweating profusely as she continued to fiddle with his instruments.

"Hurry up!" the ice dragon roared, "Are you laying eggs?!"

The insulting language of the dragon did not seem to have any effect on Nia as a human.

"Patience, Is, patience. Nia's voice lowered, and she was engrossed in dealing with the troublesome little thing, but her mouth did not stop for a moment. "I knew it was a hassle but I didn't know it was going to be so troublesome! That door opened so much faster than I thought it would have to be reset or I wouldn't have been able to catch it...... To be honest, even if it's set up, I don't know if it's going to work. This is something made by that mad mage......"

“...... Now you're just here to tell me that thing might not be useful?!" The ice dragon roared angrily, a rumbling sound that rolled through the entire space, "Now?!"

"Courageously moving forward without knowing what the outcome will be, without giving up any effort - this is the great spirit of adventure. Nia replied with a straight face, "Didn't Scott teach you this?...... Besides, there's no other way!"

The ice dragon's movements froze for a moment, and for a moment he was furious, and he just wanted to turn around and swallow the little thief whole.

As it hesitated to act, Nia jumped for joy.

"Get your wings out of the way!" he yelled, "No, get you all out of the way!!"

The ice dragon swallowed the breath and gritted its teeth to its feet, sending Nia scurry out from under its belly, its long tail slamming a mid-air monster to death against the wall.

It watched as Nia dodged like a rat through the hordes of enemies, rushing to the black gate in the middle of the space, and could only let out a low roar and follow to protect him.

Nia rushed to the door, jumped up and slapped a cone-shaped crystal cover against the crack in the door, between the claws of the two dragon motifs, and then circled to the other side, slapping the other half exactly in the same position, taking a few steps back, looking up hopefully.

For a moment—quite briefly, for a moment, the crystal that had its thin tentacles sticking out like a transparent jellyfish in the sea and clinging to the door did not move.

The Ice Dragon dragged Nia away from the door to avoid a monster that was charging at him in the shape of a wild boar.

"Have you ever wondered if that thing really didn't work...... Is there any other way?" it asked helplessly, knowing that it would be useless to stomp Nia under her feet in a thunderous rage at this point.

“...... Yes. Nia's voice was so low that it was almost audible, "but I don't want to ......"

He stopped abruptly.

It was as if an invisible bolt of lightning had suddenly struck, and all living beings—humans, dragons, demons, all monsters from hell—felt a strange ripple slip through their skin at the same moment.

Amid Nia's cheers, the crystals stuck to the door flickered in a frantic rhythm.

The black door trembled, and the lines of the dragon carved into the door twisted, turning into an indistinguishable monster. With a terrible scream, the monsters in the entire space quickly retreated from the vicinity of the black door as if they were fleeing for their lives.

The ice dragon warily curled up Nia with its tail and retreated farther away—it could hear more than panic in the shrill screams...... And the carnival-like excitement.

The door faded away—to be precise, it seemed to melt from all sides, shrinking towards the crystal, but the oppressive feeling in the air did not lessen at all...... Instead, it weighs more and more heavily on everyone's heart.

Maurice jumped backwards, and the ground seemed to tremble as he landed.

He looked down at his thigh, where Scott's sword had cut a small but deep wound, from which black-red blood gushed down his leg and toward the ground.

Scott didn't take advantage of the victory - he needed a moment of respite himself.

His left shoulder was smashed and deformed, and his left arm hung limply to the side, and he was only now free to treat himself.

Demons are extremely resistant to spells, and frequent use of spells can make them extremely easy to lose control. If they used the sword as a weapon alone, they were evenly matched.

"It's not fair. Maurice wiped a handful of blood from his leg and opened his hand mockingly to Scott, "As a knight, should you heal me too?"

"Chop off your wings and talk to me about fairness. Scott replied coldly, "Or beg your master in hell." ”

If it weren't for the attack on those bones, he wouldn't have been hit by Morris's jet-black long stick.

"Do you think we, poor ants like you, can only survive at the mercy of some self-proclaimed god?" Morris sneered, "There is no master in hell...... We are our own masters. ”

"What does that have to do with me?" Scott replied casually, trying to move his left arm and move his feet, looking for the next chance to attack.

I don't know if it was because I was afraid of his flames or because I didn't dare to interfere with a demon's battle, all the monsters flocked to Ishonia's side. Scott knew he shouldn't be distracted, but he couldn't help but look over from time to time.

He breathed a sigh of relief as Nia rushed towards the Black Gate - the big trouble that the crow had caused was finally over...... But where is she now?

The slightest uneasiness distracted him for a moment, but he quickly turned his attention back to the enemy in front of him.

"Do you really think you can stop this?" Morris looked down at him contemptuously, "stop the flames of hell from burning the whole earth? That is the fate of this world—it will end." ”

Scott frowned. He didn't bother to pay attention to the nonsense of "fate", especially from the mouth of a demon who did not believe in God......

Maurice was stalling for time—he suddenly realized.

Eyes wandered to the wound on the demon's leg. The blood didn't seem to be gushing out anymore, and the wound seemed to have shrunk a lot between the messy blood stains.

Scott raised an eyebrow in surprise, he had never heard of demons with such powerful self-healing abilities.

He clenched his sword and prepared for the next round of battle. But if Nia's mysterious gadget was really useless, they couldn't fight like this endlessly......

When the crystal on the black door began to flicker, strange fluctuations flowed through the body.

Scott was stunned, with an inexplicable uneasiness.

Maurice glanced back, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Do you know what that little toy does?" he asked, his wrinkled face full of pride.

(To be continued......)