He couldn't see clearly, but he could roughly tell the situation of the battle if he could hear a little sound. The dwarves seemed to move much slower than before. Coupled with the fact that the stone statue on the other side was disappearing much faster than before, the situation was obviously not good.

The companions were not far away, but after a moment of shock, they quickly reacted, and slowly gathered towards the place where the fire dragon was circling, and they reunited after a while.

"What should I do?" asked Fili, "some wind, or fire, will the Holy Light be useful?"

"If I use fire, I'll probably burn you all. "Isis is very honest.

He figured out some ways to control the Eternal Flame, but the more he learned, the more terrified he became. There seems to be no limit to its power, it just depends on how he uses it...... And he really didn't have full control over it.

"Then it's still ...... Let's have a little wind first. Ed raised his right hand.

With him as the center, a small whirlwind rises from the ground and grows bigger and bigger. It rolled in all directions, enveloping the wriggling mist, as if a high gray-white wall had been piled up around them, but it had failed to disperse them.

“...... Wrong. Ed immediately stopped.

His power was slowly absorbed, mixed in the mist, like pouring water into flour, stirring up a sticky batter that made him feel more and more strained.

"Go on. Isis said.

Ed didn't ask anything. The whirlwind, which had just weakened, began to howl again, and the dragon spun around the wall of wind a few times before plunging headlong into it.

This time, it was like adding eggs to the batter, and the warm and bright golden circles scattered in the mist, gradually blending into it, and finally instead of kneading a firm dough, the flour gradually disappeared.

The scattered flames recondensed. The frantic cries of the little demons once again pierced everyone's ears clearly, but the dwarves' roars seemed to lose their power.

The situation is not good. The soul of the dwarf, if it is not about to disappear, would have looked no different from flesh and blood, and could even be touched. The Black Rock Dwarves' armor was as black as their beards, but now it was like heavy snow, making it difficult for them to walk, barely able to lift their weapons, and left them to be slaughtered by their enemies.

But beneath the wings of the little fire dragon that flew around, the snow that covered them began to melt. As Mork raised his battle axe and let out the ancient warcry of the dwarves, the sound of harmony rang out from all directions, echoing through the hellish ravine.

Ise transforms back into the Ice Dragon and flung Ed to his back. It flew a few laps along the pit wall, rushing at the demons that still had the upper hand, smashing them down like stones, and Ed raised the Staff of Eternity, and the curtain of light fell like water, pouring new power into the dwarf's body.

He hadn't dared to do that before. He feared that the Light would make the dwarves disappear like a dispel ghosts, until Ulrich made it clear that "we are not ghosts!"

At least, not your average ghost.

The light curtain also caused many of the little demons to scream in disgust, fluttering and trying to dodge, but they didn't actually take any noticeable damage. The higher-level demons didn't react to this.

The new enemies look a lot like the Lizardmen of Hetland, only with a much smaller head and closer to a human. They have rough skin and thick flesh, and they are infinitely powerful, and they seem to have a little more intelligence, but they can compete with the dwarves.

Ed took a moment to look down. There weren't many corpses piled up on the ground and on the steps, as the dwarves would simply disappear and the demons would devour everything they could bite. However, the blood still almost completely covered the original black rock, and the lines that meandered on it were even more indistinct.

Ed tapped the scales of the ice dragon, closed his eyes, and opened them again.

He couldn't see it himself—his eyes were no longer the deep blue of a summer night, but the deep black and endless ocean, but still the stars twinkling on the crests of the waves.

He saw the bloodstained circles that lay asleep, like a network of dried rivers.

It's the exact opposite of the circle in the other world. If he had been stronger, he might have been able to reverse the entire spell and return time to before it all happened...... But he couldn't do it, and he didn't dare to do it.

He patted the ice dragon on the neck again. The ice dragon flew downward, and when it landed, it swept away a surrounding area, even the dwarves opened it up.

As soon as Ed fell back to the ground, he began to crouch down and draw the circle, not caring about the dirt on the ground. The demons didn't take the opportunity to attack him at first, after all, Iss and the little fire dragon were all around, and they preferred the paladin's rich fragrance. But it didn't take long, perhaps the dark eyes finally realized what he was doing, and more demons surrounded him.

The ice blade in Is's hand turned into a long chain, unscrewing over Ed's head. Even if a demon could break through his defenses, it would only crash into another layer of spell defense, shattered by an invisible blade. When there were more and more enemies, Iss simply pulled up the ice from the ground and gave Ed a semi-circular ice shell like an igloo built by a barbarian.

Ed was soon shivering from the cold, glanced up in his busy schedule, and complained to Nana in frustration while casting spells on himself: "There is not even a single air hole left, does he want to freeze me to death or suffocate me?"

Nana patted his chin with her paws, looking very sympathetic. Then it emerged from his arms, crawled on his shoulder, squatted, looked left and right for a moment, opened its mouth and spat out small, bubble-like balls of light.

The bubbles rose and silently burrowed breathable holes in the ice, like Naria prick holes in the dough cakes ready to be put in the oven, five in a circle, as neat and beautiful as a flower. The little dragon screamed in satisfaction, scratching Ed's ears to show him its thoughtful and loving masterpiece, but Ed only brushed it away: "Good, don't make trouble." ”

Nana was upset. It jumped off him, ran to the edge of the ice, tilted its head to watch the battle outside getting fiercer, and with gusto, it spread its little wings and folded them in a desperate way.

All the companions leaned in. I don't know what Mock said to the dwarves, but under his leadership, even a group of dwarves formed a defensive formation outside the ice, trying to buy more time for Ed.

Ed had full confidence that his companions would be able to protect him. For him, the greater pressure actually comes from the point in time that is getting closer and closer, and will be thrown out of this world.

He could almost hear the sound of time passing, so engrossed that he didn't dare to make a mistake. The brush in his hand is not ordinary charcoal, it has been incorporated into the necessary materials by Isis with the Eternal Fire, and as soon as it is finished, it can be activated immediately.

And it is likely that he will not have the opportunity to redraw again.

The ground shook violently, and he almost made a crooked stroke, but he didn't even lift his head.

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The demon that smashed to the ground was not a huge monster, but it seemed to be extremely heavy. It straightened up slowly, its swarthy face turning to Is, the face ...... And its entire body, as if it were some kind of black metal casting, was carved with deep and light red lines, and blood flowed in it.

It was more like a golem—a golem with two faces and four arms, a head taller than a barbarian, and a stout lower body in order to stabilize its center of gravity. But when it spoke, the expression on its face and the sparkle in its eyes were so rich and vivid that it was impossible to doubt whether it really had life.

All the demons retreated in fear as it stepped forward, though it didn't emit any terrible aura and didn't even have a weapon in its hand.

"Why do you have to spoil such a fun game?" it said, like a gentle messenger, "and it has nothing to do with you in the first place. If you don't want to enter again, just say it, and we'll send you away. ”

Isis had no interest in negotiating with the demons, he probably couldn't say anything anyway, and he didn't need to stall for time in this way. He pointed the tip of his knife at the other party, and defiantly provoked: "We are so enthusiastic to join the game, but you want to drive us away? ”

The demon shook his head and sighed, like to an ignorant child.

"Well," it said, "I'll play with you then." ”

Its tone was gentle and gentle, but it was strangely fast, and as soon as the words fell, it rushed to Is's eyes, and its black face almost pressed against the tip of his nose.

Bright blades popped out of its four arms, one dragged away by Terry's spells, two held by Is's long knives, and one stabbed straight into Is's abdomen, but failed to pierce the flesh because it was instantly covered in ice.

Even if I was struck with a stick, it hurt a lot. Is's face turned pale, and he turned away, and the scimitars in both hands slashed at the enemy's waist.

Perhaps to keep it flexible, the demon's waist was thinner than his legs. He couldn't figure out where the opponent's weakness was now, and he could only pick and chop where he looked the most vulnerable.

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The scimitar slashed as if it had struck metal, and the sound was crisp and sparks splashed everywhere, leaving a shallow mark but obviously not causing any harm.

Iss stepped back and raised his eyes, his golden eyes full of interest.

"You should," he said, "worth a lot of money, right? maybe more than dark gold?"

Although his knife looked like ice, it was not much sharper than Nana's teeth, and with the power of the Eternal Fire, it could even cut into the dark gold for three points, but it only left a cat-scratch mark on this demon.

"'Valuable'?" repeated the demon with interest, "I've never received such an evaluation. ”

Isis raised his hand, and a ball of fire blasted towards its face.

It was too close, and the demon couldn't dodge it, but subconsciously closed a pair of obsidian eyes at that moment. The blood-colored lines lit up, blocking the flames, but they didn't last long.

The flames pierced through the magical defenses, burning against its face, only to fade as quickly as if it could not last.