Alice pulled the nightmare rift out of the baron's body, and the lilac halo on the sword faded.

It was now just an ordinary dwarven sword, and the bound soul of the Storm Annihilation Baron had drained its inner demonic energy, and even the runic circuits built on it had been destroyed. Even if you recharge it with a Soul Stone, you won't be able to exert its effect.

But it still works, doesn't it?

Alice turned to look at the other side of the cloister, where the battle for Franster had come to an end. The head of the robber leader was cut off, and he left a deep wound between Franster's ribs. But looking at Franst's expression, he didn't seem to take it seriously.

"Let's go, the Dark Wizard is still waiting for us. ”

Alice nodded, placing the unconscious Lydia on the ground against the wall.

There was a smile on the corner of the sleeping girl's mouth, at this moment, she should be having a sweet dream now.

………………………………

With each step, the oppressive force from the top of the tower grew. At first, it just felt that the air was a little sluggish, but as the footsteps became heavier and heavier, it gradually turned into a substantial weight. It was as if there was a long sword hanging overhead, and the closer you go, the more the material change in your line of sight becomes.

Material.

This is not a misnomer. Rather, the surrounding granite walls are indeed transforming into some kind of metal, and the silver-gray veins are deeply embedded in the core and gradually spreading outward. The gray-black stone was stained with a faint layer of fluorescence.

The steely door of 'Woo !!' was kicked open by Franster. He swung his greatsword and rushed in.

"Dark Wizard Geld, in the name of the Eight Holy Spirits, you don't want to escape from here today!!"

The righteous rebuke was exchanged for nothing more than a glance of disdain.

"Two Little Rats ......"

The bald old man in front of him, dressed in a shabby black robe, hung on the ground, with a rickety figure and a wrinkled face. It looks like a half-foot in a grave.

If only that were the case.

Gerd raised his eyebrows, and the heavy iron door slammed shut. The incisors then interlaced each other and twisted into a single ball.

Steel grew like flesh and blood!

The ground was covered with a radial unfolding metal pattern that looked like a myriad of strange patterns twisted together, and they eventually converged in the center, all of which landed at Gerd's feet.

"I have to admit that my unsuccessful apprentice has finally done a good thing. You two who can walk in front of me. Then, Su zhì must also meet the requirements. The scepter in Gerd's hand slammed, and a dull silver glow dissipated through the hall.

It was like a liquid bubble rising from the swamp and bursting with a heavy sound, and the inconspicuous [cocoons] that were originally distributed around the hall burst under the pressure from within, and the heavy footsteps also stepped out! It was a full eight warriors whose whole body tendons had been semi-alienated by metal, and Francster even saw a few familiar faces in them.

Their eyes are hollow, like puppets.

"Catch them. ”

Faster than Golder's voice, it was Franst's greatsword! This usually calm Nord giant man was extremely angry at the moment, even Alice could barely keep up with his speed at that moment, and the distance of dozens of feet was like a shallow ditch under his feet! In just an instant, he had already rushed in front of Gerd and cut off his head!

"Death, bastard!"

'Knock ——————!!!!'

A heavy metal barrier suddenly rose, and even if it was a refined Sky Furnace Greatsword, it could only cut into less than three points!

And Gerd's indifferent voice came from behind.

"You know them?...... Yes, you should know them. After all, they were attacking the castle after you a few days ago. I don't quite understand how you got in, but you'...... Can you swing a sword at your former companions?"

The answer is yes.

But it didn't help.

Five alienated warriors have surrounded Franst, wielding axes and swords at him in a suicidal manner! They were the best in the group of comrades, each with a second level of strength, which was equivalent to the swordsmanship of Lydia in her heyday. The semi-metalized muscles and bones give them an incomparably strong physique.

What's more, they may not really be dead.

Franster remembered the Baron of the Storm and the bandit chief......

…… They, maybe saved!?

While Franster was on the defensive, Alice was already in danger. Her own swordsmanship is not very strong, relying entirely on instinct to overwhelm her enemies with strength and speed. When encountering an enemy whose ability is below her, of course, she will kill as many as she wants, but if the enemy's swordsmanship level is equal to or even above her...... She won't be able to gain any advantage!

What's more, after coming out of the cold, Alice's only armor is a thick cloak. As long as you take a sword, you will be seriously injured if you don't die!

In just a few breaths, she was already stumbling, and the wolf was unbearable.

"Franster !!"

The blade swept and rolled up a wave of furious air. The Heavy Swordman finally realized his duty. Immediately, there was no more strength left for his subordinates, and the alienated warriors around him were immediately sliced by the blade!

How can a swordsmanship that can cut through all-metal heavy steel armor not be able to cut through semi-metalized flesh!?

However, this is not enough.

"Howl ————————"

His bones grew, his muscles swelled rapidly, and his fingers were as sharp as sharp blades. And the whole body also quickly proliferates pitch-black hair.

This is, the power of bestiality!

Alice's pupils shrank suddenly, and a shallow memory came to her mind. It was in the wilderness from Helgen to Creek, where he and two others had teamed up to kill a werewolf in the form of Orion.

Even such an inferior breed that has lost its sense of autonomy has taken Alice a lot of effort.

And the one in front of him is ten times stronger than that inferior product!

Just by waving his claws, a wave of chaotic qi was unleashed. The alienated warriors were torn apart almost without the ability to resist, and silver-gray blood splattered everywhere, outlining strange coats of arms.

Such power. Not even the dark wizard Gerd could resist it!

The heavy barrier was easily torn apart, and Gerd had no protection other than the wizarding barrier on his body.

Variation is a high-level spell with blunt power.

An incomparably powerful stance came out of nowhere, and Franster flew upside down faster than he had rushed up. His massive body slammed into the stone wall covered in metal veins, countless cracks quickly spreading to most of the wall.

His armor protected him.

But he couldn't get up.

"Surprised, isn't it?" said Gerd softly, and the arcane model in his hand dissipated. "If anyone can come here, it must be from the Brothers-in-Arms. And what kind of strength does the elite warriors in the comrade-in-arms have, how can I not know, how can I not be on guard?"

"The ...... sword," Franster struggled to get up, the werewolf state on him rapidly fading. And the origin of this qiē comes from the wound under his ribs!

That was the only wound the bandit leader gave him!

"I also have some research on the magic of the restoration system. Then if you are prepared, it is naturally very easy to come up with some means to deal with werewolves like you, who are no different from undead creatures. Although in order to hide your crisis perception, I didn't use too many doses. But when you werewolf, the blood is quickly diluted, and it can achieve the desired effect. ”

He turned his gaze to Alice on the other side of the hall, who had just slashed out the three alien warriors who had suddenly become sluggish.

"Now it's your turn, little girl. Gerd said slowly.

The ground swelled, and the steel tentacles that poured out of it swung wildly.

'Woo!''Woo!''

Each of the girl's swords accurately intercepted Gerd's blow. But there was no joy in her heart.

[He shouldn't be so strong......]

[According to the intelligence, Gerd appeared at the Broken Flow Camp not long ago, studying the magic of metal transformation. But at that time, a few elite samurai of the comrade-in-arms group were able to force him to flee ......]

[And now he can kill a whole team of elite warriors with ease.] 】

[He didn't even move a step, and he didn't use a few spells!]

[No move ......]

Alice's eyes suddenly widened! Just now, Baron Storm had said such a thing to her.

I don't even have to move my feet unless I have to. ’

What made him say this even under the control of a wizard?

Out of the corner of Alice's eye, she glanced at the strange lines on the ground. They remained intact even in the heat of battle......

Gerd didn't move a single step.

The Alien Warrior is unnaturally sluggish when he casts spells.

So......

An idea came to Alice's mind.

Kill!

The steel tentacles stabbed down again, and this time, Alice didn't block.

A blood flower bloomed on her shoulder, and Alice took a step closer.

Sacrifice some of the less important parts and rush forward!

Gerd's pupils shrank slightly, and more silver-gray iron tides rushed towards Alice!

[Gather your will on your own sword...... If the heart is not late, the sword will not be late......]

More than a dozen tentacles broke in response.

One step, one step at a time.

In Gerd's astonished gaze, the blood-covered girl burst within ten feet of him in a few breaths!

"Naive. ”

The heavy barrier rose again, and this time. No one will be able to tear them apart anymore.

【Farenjia ......】

【Metal Transformation Scroll, Activated!】

The sword is slashed down.

The barrier that deteriorated into pig iron shattered with a sound.

Now, I have come to you. 】

This sword, to the death!