A horse gallops down the weedy and stone avenue, its farriers striking the ground with a crisp and slightly chaotic rhythmic sound.

The knight's name is Bemont, and he came from the White Land to deliver important information to the Longxiao Palace.

He had not rested for several days and nights, tired and hungry, and the horses under his seat had changed several times at the post stations along the way, and he saw that this one was about to die.

But it didn't matter, the Snowman West Guard Tower was already very close to him. As soon as he got there, he was able to change into new horses, and he was able to drink some water and eat some dry food to keep his body in shape.

The road was quiet, and all the wild animals that roamed around on weekdays were gone.

This makes Bemont feel strange that this is not the first time he has taken this path. On previous business trips, if the situation was not so urgent, he could also hunt a hare or elk on the road to fill his stomach. But now I don't see a single bird.

It's not normal, it's not a saber-toothed tiger's lair, it's not supposed to be like this.

Bemont suddenly felt a faint depression, as if a boulder was pressing on the tip of his heart, and this feeling quickly increased as his distance from the western watchtower shortened.

The air became scorching, mixed with pale dust that made it difficult to breathe.

Something must have happened. Bemont couldn't help but tug hard at the reins.

'—————— 'The docile steed suddenly neighed in horror, turned around and galloped wildly!

"Oh, you damn one, get me back!" Bemont tugged desperately at the reins of his horse, doing his best to bring the restless horse back in the right direction, but it provoked the ferocity of the fellow!

Light, pain, grass juice, noise, chaotic and distorted images and perspectives. By the time Bemont came to his senses, he had rolled from the far slope of the watchtower to the soft grass.

"Damn it, ahem. There was no pain in his whole body, but he struggled to get up, patting at the messy laundry.

His fingers froze suddenly. Some extremely intense sense controlled him, forcing his head to turn back, and the joints of his neck made a terrible crunch.

"The Nine Holy Spirits are ......above," a weak voice squeezed out of Bemont's throat, and he opened and closed his upper and lower lips like a dying fish.

What did he see?

The top floor of the tower was gone, replaced by a blue-black rock formation that dripped like wax and oil, and the wooden fence burned to ashes, leaving only a few dry skeletons.

Looking down, the cracked stone wall where the fault was still slightly reddened emitted a faint white smoke, and a strange smell permeated everywhere.

Like burnt bacon.

Bemont's eyes froze, and not far in front of him, on the dry ground, several pitch-black humanoid ashes lay silently on their stomachs. Hands and feet twisted, knuckles digging into the ground - they must have died in pain.

It was as if 10,000 pounds of magma had fallen from the top of the tower, pouring the entire watchtower throughout.

"Exactly...... What's going on......"

………………

At the same time, the battle in the temple of the Snowman was still going on.

This probably shouldn't be called a fight.

The sword in the left hand is annihilation, the sword in the right hand is slaughter, and the earth trembles when the two swords are cut down.

Archer rushed forward again and again, and was slapped back again and again.

The bones of his left and right arms had cracked, and there were many long, thin wounds on his body—the abrasions inflicted by the sharp, jagged sword of slaughter in Vijes' right hand.

That's right, abrasions.

Vijess has a third-level strength, and is one of the strongest even in the ring. She patrolled Ruichi, and thousands of oathbreakers were killed by her. Only the most senior Raven Ghost Woman's Thorn Heart warriors can resist her will with the cruelest and most secret methods. If she wanted to, killing Anche was only a split second.

She's just playing now.

After the cat catches the mouse, it is not in a hurry to eat the mouse, but teases it, plays with it, and gives it hope. Until the latter is exhausted. If the rat is special, such as having a sharp fang, then the time will be doubled.

Vijes was intrigued by the sword in Anche's hand. She could tell what it was made of.

It was ebony, the blood of the gods. It also has a mysterious magical energy attached to it.

Although because of her own status and the orders of her lord, it was impossible for her to take the sword off without permission. But if it's just a bit of delay, then it's okay.

"You, that's all you have?"

Anche hadn't answered, and he didn't have the time to answer. Franst's disgruntled voice came from the door of the hall. "Hurry up, the lord is still waiting for us. ”

"Don't worry about it!"

The sword momentum intensified, and the pressure on Anche suddenly more than doubled.

But he could only grit his teeth and try to find the slightest flaw in any of them. In the stormy onslaught, subtle whispers gradually came from his ears.

Draw on the blood of deception, and you will gain enough power to defeat her. 】

What do you mean?】

[The people around you, they keep a friendly face for a variety of reasons. Use this sword to expose their hypocritical masks, and you will gain strength from their blood. 】

[You mean, you want me to kill my friend?]

Where did he come from, what a friend!

[To be precise, human beings who have positive feelings for you.] The deeper their affection for you, the more power you will be able to gain. 】

[Is there no other way?]

【………………】

After a moment's hesitation, Anche was struck by the spine of the sword. He grunted, his body hitting the wall at the end of the auditorium. Intense pain ensued.

The walls here have been strengthened by spells, and it is impossible to force a breakthrough in a short period of time. The only flaw was the door blocked by Franster - he couldn't beat Franster at all. Even Franster in human nature is impossible.

The parrot was knocked out by Franster before he could use a single spell, and the illusionist was already extremely vulnerable, and even more powerless against the warrior at close range.

The blow to her spine made it impossible for any organ below her neck to react non-irritably for a short period of time. You can't even move your little finger.

Franster was reluctant to engage with Anche because of his brief comradeship, so the matter was left to Verjes. The lord only needs the black sword, and other than that, the life and death of the thief is not in his consideration.

[Is there no help?] 】

The parrot fell not far in front of him. As Vijess got closer and closer to him, her will to kill rose.

She's tired of playing.

"If, that's all you have. Then die. ”

Then now there is another opportunity.

The Parrot is an Assassin. And I'm the last descendant of Rip. 】

Sooner or later, I will kill all the Brotherhood Assassins. 】

Anche roared, brandished his ebony blade and rushed towards Vertice! Each blow squeezes the last bit of strength out of the bone marrow.

He completely handed over the control of his body to the Ebony Blade, and fought to the death with his beastly instincts!

In the fight, the brain became cloudy in a trance.

It was as if the consciousness had split into two, one wielding its sword like a mad dog, while the other watched indifferently from the depths of his soul. More and more information flows from the senses like a trickle into the mind, and then it is finely categorized. Anche could gradually feel the subtle vibrations of his bones, his blood flowing, and every muscle stretched and contracted to the extreme.

He seems to be able to see something!

"Is this, your dependence?" A more powerful slash than ever before is falling!

Weak contacts......

"What!"

Almost spontaneously, Anche was knocked into the air, and with a hook of his foot, the parrot's body flew straight up like an arrow towards Franster!

"Take care of her!"

Are they a gang!?" Vicky paused and looked at Franster in disbelief.

“！”

This incomprehensible sentence made Franster's mind slightly dazed. Before his brain could react, he saw a pair of scarlet eyes!

Illusion and Mind Control!

From the very beginning, Antche sensed that Franster and Verjess did not have a good relationship. Virgil does not have the unique aura of the Ring Member's animality. And the heavy swordsman didn't have much hostility towards Anche and the two.

What's more, they don't know that Parrot is an illusion assassin.

Then, when he sensed that the parrot's fingers were able to move normally, and quietly drew several secret notes unique to the Brotherhood, a plan took shape in an instant.

A warrior with a third-level strength is strong-willed and has a heart as strong as iron. Even if you take advantage of its distraction and use illusion to control it. The effect is estimated to be only one or two breaths, and he is not yet able to issue commands that disgust him.

But she didn't need Frost to do anything against his subconscious.

'Phew!'

The door to the auditorium shattered. Anche carried the parrot and ran out at a rapid pace. Behind them, the clatter of blades and the reluctant roar of Vijes.

In just a few breaths, he had rushed to the center of the temple's courtyard. Several of the guards who stood in his way were killed casually, and their lives turned into the motivation for Anche to move forward.

[Faster, faster......]

[As long as I escape from here, they will not be able to catch me.] 】

'Poof. ’

There was no way he could take another step.

The parrot's body fell limply to the ground, and thick blood poured out of Anche's mouth and nose. The knees, which had lost their supporting strength, hit the ground with a soft 'bang' sound.

Made of steel, the greatsword forged from the Sky Forge pierced several portals and pierced Anche in half.

There was a 'ho-ho' sound in his throat, and his upper body fell to the ground. The unwilling eyes were wide open.

[Mingming...... It's just a little bit ......]

"The most hated thing in my life is exploitation and betrayal. ”

Franster drew his greatsword from Anche's back and kicked the parrot away from his shoe.

He's going to cut off the heads of these two men!

The heavy swordsman suddenly felt a chill.

The blue sky turned gloomy in an instant. The warm morning sun quickly overshadowed the clouds.

The atmosphere became solemn, and the rabbits in the courtyard whirled anxiously.

Everyone on the street stopped what they were doing and looked at the sky with trepidation. The instinct for survival screams hoarsely in the brain.

Something is coming. Something dangerous, terrifying is coming.

Invisible repression is heavily oppressed in the hearts of the people. It's like a huge mountain of bones, and just looking at it will make you lose all your courage.

The priests in the temple subconsciously prayed, and the prayers of worship were read upside down. The priest's trembling hands caressed the altar.

The greatsword that Francher was about to swing came to a halt in midair.

Vijes looked around uneasily, her hands holding the swords drenched in sweat.

"What's going on? What is it? Her voice was dry, and even she didn't believe it was coming from her throat.

"I don't know ......"

Even the parrot lying on the ground seemed to forget about the danger at this moment, her head twisting to the west with all her might, and her joints made a terrible noise.

'Huh~Peng————'

'Huh~Peng————'

It was as if there was a huge heart pulsation, which made the earth tremble. It seemed that huge wings were flapping against the sky, and the waves were surging like the tides.

The withered golden tree swayed, its remaining small leaves fluttering slightly, and the ends all pointed to the east.

The wind is blowing.

A dark wind from the west crossed the snow-covered walls!!