Boom –

Langton couldn't believe what he was seeing. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Boom –

Even Gruul forgot for a moment that he was on the battlefield, and only stared blankly at the two people who were fighting in front of him.

Boom –

The Berserker's punch hit Lawson's blade right on, causing the greatsword to beep, and then Lawson backhanded a sword that smashed into the Berserker's shoulder, leaving a shallow wound.

After the power of the flames and the beam of light clashed, the smoke cleared, and what the two summoners saw were two heroic spirits fighting in hand-to-hand combat.

Every punch and sword was as simple as ever, leaving behind the cumbersome techniques, leaving only the most primitive fighting instincts to drive the two of them.

However, it is clear that the Berserker is already at a disadvantage at this point.

Lawson still has a lot of mana, but Berserker has already bottomed out.

Presumably, the previous move did consume most of his magic power.

Although it is not impossible to fight with this body alone, in the face of Lawson, who can use magic to strengthen the battle, the Berserker's behavior at this moment is just persistence.

The scales of victory have tilted in Rosen's favor.

However, on the face of the berserker, there was no hint of defeat at all.

"Hahaha, happy, happy, happy!!"

He shouted, but let out a hearty laugh.

Rosen was silent, he could have relied on his magic power to end the battle in the shortest possible time, but seeing that the Berserker was still standing even if his magic power was exhausted, Rosen chose to keep the opponent at the same level.

It's not just about honing your skills against hand-to-hand combat masters, it's also about respecting Berserker himself.

Dangdangdang –

The clashing continued, and gradually, the Berserker's movements became noticeably sluggish.

He felt that the scenery in front of him had been infected with red, his head was dizzy, and his limbs seemed to belong to him, and it was quite difficult to move.

Then, with the sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh, the berserker tried to move forward, only to find himself unable to get close to the skeletal swordsman in front of him anyway.

"Ah...... Is this the end of this dream?"

He looked down at the sword that ran through his chest.

The quaint blade reflected the sun's rays, mixed with thick blood, and exuded a familiar smell to him.

The winner is decided.

But even so, the berserker threw his fist.

The original devastating fist had now dissipated most of its strength, and it had become an attack that even an ordinary adult could easily defend against.

The Berserker's right hand touched Lawson's shoulder, but was blocked by the magic block, unable to move any further.

"This battle is really cool!"

He smiled, but it was not the hideous smile he had before, but the smile of satisfaction.

Seeing this scene, Langton recalled the final fate of the Majin Diorestoy in history.

This warrior, who has been fighting on the front lines of the Chaos Monsters and evil, was eventually defined as a heretic by the Templar and wanted by the Night's Watch because of his friendship with a priest who lost a political battle.

Eventually, surrounded by twenty-five Night's Watchmen, the Majin Diorestoi was captured, broke his hands and feet, sealed all his magical powers, and was executed in the final trial.

It is said that until the moment of his death, Diolestoi did not pray to any of the gods or kneel to any of the cardinals, and the butcher spent five of the sharpest knives to kill him completely.

The heroes who fought against Chaos all their lives were finally wiped out by the side of Order, and the hero did not die on the battlefield, but fell in the gloomy dungeon, which is embarrassing.

At this moment, Diorestoy may have fulfilled his last wish and died in an all-out battle.

This is the way a hero should die.

Langton felt a little sour in his nose as he watched the Berserker's body disintegrate, dissipate into particles of light, and eventually disappear into the sunlight.

Rosen still didn't speak, he didn't know about the history of the Berserker's past, but from the battle, he could feel the hidden anger and desire to fight of this heroic spirit, it was not a madman, but a real warrior.

He put away his broadsword and turned to look at Gruul.

In the War of the Crown, the death of the Heroic Spirit represents the defeat of the combatants, and they are usually pulled out of the half-plane by the host, the Tigris, to ensure the safety of the next step.

So Rosen also didn't have much thought about this loser.

However, the soul fire in Gruul's eyes was shaken like never before.

"Wait...... Wait, how could it be, why didn't you teleport me away?"

He looked around him, and there was no fluctuation of any mana.

As a spectator, Grull had witnessed the last Crown War, and he knew that the loser would be teleported away by Tigris directly with a spell, but at this time, he did not notice the magic coming from another plane.

He secretly touched the amulet in his pocket, it was a life-saving item given to him by the elders of the family, if Tigris did not have time to teleport and someone tried to harm his life, then he could use this amulet to leave this half-plane and return to Isrul.

But when Grull tried to activate the amulet, he was surprised to find that he had been cut off from the elders in his family.

How can it be?

Glancing at Lawson and Langton, the other two didn't seem to say anything, they had no interest in themselves, and it didn't seem like they were doing it.

Grull tried to ask, but before he could make a move, he felt a chill in his heart as a sharp sword pierced his back, the magic attached to it tearing his soul apart.

"Ahh

With a low roar, he tried to drive his magic back but didn't give him the time, and the next moment, Gruul's shriveled head was immediately crushed by the tremendous force, corpse worms and broken bones splattered, and a little viscous liquid gushed out.

"What?"

Lawson was the first to react, and almost instantly, the lich Gruul was assassinated by a man in a cloak, and even he didn't have time to stop it.

The other party barely left any breath, although Lawson was in a state of fierce battle before, and his perception was somewhat restricted, but it was not so that the other party had not noticed it at this distance, so it can be seen that if the other party is not quite good at concealing the breath, or his strength is several levels higher than Lawson.

Gruel's headless corpse swelled rapidly, and countless corpse worms poured out and scattered in all directions, the last resort for the lichs to save their lives, and only one of the thousands of bugs carried his remnant, and if that one escaped, Gruul could reshape his body.

But the Assassin only waved his hand, and black flames burst into flames, turning all the corpses into ashes, and the white smoke formed Gruul's pained face, which finally disappeared in the wind.

"Be careful. ”

Rosen took an attacking stance and stared at the person in front of him.

Now his magic power consumption is huge, and his strength has been compromised, and if he really fights, he can only barely escape with his life.

But the man only glanced at Rosen and Langton, and then turned and left, without the slightest intention of making a move.

"How could it be? Any attempt to harm other summoners in the Crown War should be forbidden, and Lord Tigris can't just ignore it. ”

Langton muttered to himself, looking at Lawson.

If Gruul is killed and no one comes to sanction him, then it means that the rule is somehow invalid.

Whatever happened to Tigris or the special methods of the killer were fatal to Langton, the weakest of the summoners in this competition.

"Just catch up and see. ”

Rosen caught a hint of the other's breath in the air, and the soul fire in his eyes burned silently, looking in the direction that stretched away.

It is the main city of Andorhal.