In contrast to Elandall's wings, which were made of crosses and swords of light, Pahaibel's wings were like chaotic substances, black crystals that were sharp and condensed from magic. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Pahaibel was holding the Chaos Sword in one hand and the Light Sword in the other, and behind him were two pairs of obsidian-like shining wings, exuding an astonishing oppressive force around his body, and even Lawson felt an inexplicable throbbing from afar.

"Give up your resistance, you have no chance of victory in the face of true divine power. ”

Pahaibel smiled, a little hideous.

"Pray to see if the so-called goddess, who has long since been deaf, will visit your world. ”

He didn't know if he was talking to Rosen and Irandall, or if he was saying it to his past self.

With a wave of his wings behind Pahaibel, countless dark crystals fell like a torrential rain towards Lawson.

At the same time, the crimson lightning also smashed down one by one, blocking Lawson's retreat.

He ignored the tentacle monsters around Rosen at all, only to see a few dark crystals pierce into the tentacle monsters that had no time to dodge, they immediately began to twitch, and in the blink of an eye, they were assimilated into crystals, smashed by the second wave of crystals, and turned into powder.

It seems that these crystals bring more than just physical blows, and the chaotic power attached to them cannot even withstand the same chaotic creations.

Lawson took two steps back, and after slightly dodging the first wave of crystals, he stopped.

The next dense attack was simply not fully defensible, and Lawson didn't know what would become of his skeleton with these dark crystals, but he knew that if he was hit, the battle would be over.

With the crimson thunder behind him and the deadly crystal in front of him, Lawson seemed to have no way to retreat.

But he didn't panic.

"I ended up using this. ”

Somewhat helplessly, Rosen spread out his palm.

A cloud of unextinguished embers floated on it.

In Rosen's vision, silver-white words constitute the description of the system.

[Do you use Combat Skill: Ember?]

[Yes / No]

This is the skill obtained by completing the hidden mission [Wrath of Regios], and Lawson has never used this skill in front of anyone except once in the forest around Byron Weiss for experimentation.

Arguably, this is one of Lawson's biggest hole cards right now.

Originally, Rosen didn't want to hand over this skill so early, but now he can't delay, so he can only go all out.

Pahaibel's pupils dilated slightly when he saw the embers in Rosen's hand.

He didn't know what it was, but looking at Rosen's easy-to-use attitude and the strong aura of danger emanating from the thing, Pahaibel instinctively felt threatened.

Hmmm――

Pahaibel didn't hesitate, his wings fluttered and flew straight towards Rosen, and in his hand, the two long swords merged into one, becoming a gray giant sword, as if even the sky could be slashed.

But Rosen understated, clasped his fingers together, and gently crushed the ember.

Bang -

A majestic force spread out at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Countless dark crystals were blown off, and the red thunder also disintegrated and collapsed, and even the dark clouds that shrouded Byron Weiss dissipated a few points because of this.

Then, an astonishing coercion came, and those tentacle monsters curled up in fear, not daring to make any action at all, and even Pahaibel had a strong sense of crisis, and changed the direction of travel halfway, landing not far from Lawson, alerting the source of that power.

In the midst of the smoke, first, a hand stretched out.

That's the flames.

The original white bones were burning with crimson flames at the moment, different from the raging fire, it was a more calm ember fire that seemed to be extinguished at any time.

Next, there is Rosen's head.

The red flames burning on the skeleton and the blue soul fire in the eye sockets were intertwined, forming an extremely strange picture, and Lawson's whole person was surrounded by the flames, and even the wolf knight sword in his hand ignited a flame.

Rosen felt as if there was an infinite amount of power in his body, everything in his vision became extraordinary, everything was broken down into the most basic elements, which in turn converged with each other to make up everything in the world.

How does the wind come about, how does the water flow, why does the earth steady, how does the fire burn, and where does the light come from?

He vaguely felt that these commonplace things contained endless mysteries, which were more essential than magic, and would not change due to the different forms of existence.

That's the law.

form the foundation of this world.

Next, Rosen saw a silver thread.

This line stretched straight from the edge of his sword to Pahaibel's chest, and this silver line was different from the attack trajectory prediction brought by "Jue" or magic perception, but it had a force that made Lawson irresistible, and he wanted to swing his sword along it.

So he drew his sword.

In Pahaibel's eyes, Rosen's appearance of burning flames is terrifying, but what is even more terrifying is his eyes.

There was no fluctuation in the soul fire that burned quietly.

Then he saw Lawson swing the great sword.

Just, an ordinary sword.

The basic ones can't be more basic, so simple that they can't be simpler, even beginners can swing it, an ordinary sword.

The blade of the sword came straight towards Pahaibel's chest, without the slightest disguise, flat and straightforward, like a declarative sentence.

But when Pahaibel tried to dodge, he found that no matter how it changed, it was all included in this sword, and he had ten thousand ways to dodge and escape, but at the same time, the sword had just as many derivative changes in it.

The more he looked, the more anxious he felt.

This ordinary sword, but it contains the core of countless sword moves, throughout the ages, thousands of changes, rooted in one word.

Kill!

Pahaibel used all the power of chaos, and all the power that his body could withstand erupted into a huge magic sword.

Surrounded by red thunder, black crystals were densely packed, like a sword blade of chaotic substance, falling towards Rosen.

Falling towards the great sword.

But the momentum is unstoppable.

The wolf knight's greatsword in Lawson's hand, the torn dark crystal, slashed through the crimson thunder, pierced through the chaos, shattered the light, and stabbed into Pahaibel's chest along the silver straight line.

Blood gushed out, soaking Pahaibel's black robes, and the gray-haired young man looked incredulous, because this sword completely violated all laws and rules, and even surpassed time and space.

Because this sword is the law.

Rosen felt that at that moment, an invisible barrier appeared in his consciousness, just touching this barrier was quite difficult, if it weren't for the explosive power of the embers, he wouldn't even have the qualifications to feel this barrier.

The feeling was fleeting, and when he came back to his senses, Rosen saw only a speck of blood oozing from the corner of Pahaibel's mouth.

"You lost. ”

Everything around them calmed down, everything returned to its place, and even the blood moon in the sky was a little dimmer.

At least in Rosen's perception, the Advent ritual seemed to have been interrupted, or-

"No, you lost. ”

Pahaibel coughed twice, thick blood rushing up his throat, but there was a kind of planned smile on his lips.

"The final step of the Advent ceremony is to dedicate the life and soul of the presiding officer who is the heart of the ceremony. ”

As he spoke, the originally stable world was chaotic again, the elementals were restless, and the sea of magic set off a huge tide that seemed to tear the whole world apart.

Pahaibel opened his eyes, which were pure black without any whites.

Looking directly into those eyes, it was as if you were looking directly into the abyss.

When you are staring into the abyss, the abyss is staring at you.

The famous words of a great man in the memory of the previous life appeared in his mind, and Rosen felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

Pahaibel, on the other hand, whispered with a proud expression.

"I'm sorry, but the Rite of Laxis has been decided. ”