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The heaven and earth around him were completely shrouded in a blur of blood mist. And the general's figure, as soon as the words fell, turned into a blood mist and disappeared into the overwhelming blood red.

Trace.

He couldn't even feel it. Reginald was initially suspicious of his mental perception, but after a closer investigation, he realized that the powerful energy in the blood mist he was now in was completely scattered between the areas.

This is...... How to hide your breath?

Reginad held his breath, and an erected magic array peeled off from the surrounding void, and the magic array flowed with brilliance, like a wall, and a monster shrouded in black shadows came out of the plane of the magic array.

It's like a monster from another dimension.

Energy poured from his hand into the magic circle, condensing into a magic ball in the circulating magic array. The monster opened its drooling mouth and swallowed the ball greedily, even audibly purring as it swallowed.

The Blade of Spell Energy, a projection of divine weapons in exchange for mana payment, is like an arsenal of portable weapons. One of Reginard's three trump cards.

Du Kekao had already been tempted by his subordinates and had figured out all of this guy's spells, so he shouldn't have been surprised, but this time, the color of the magic ball condensed in the magic circle seemed to be a little different.

The demonic energy went down, and the monster's body began to shine with dazzling brilliance, and the glowing body slowly condensed into a long weapon.

The shiny long handle is engraved with spiral lines, and at the top of the handle, an emerald blade extends out, slowly emerging in the shape of a sickle.

Scythe of Victory.

It is a weapon that can restore its magic power in every encounter. Even in the time of the Magic Lords, it was not a very famous weapon, as mages were not good at melee combat, and it was impossible for them to fight warriors in hand-to-hand combat.

But it's just right for Reginard.

The blood mist was filled, and it looked thicker and thicker, gradually blurring the vision. Reginard also expanded his spiritual power and covered the entire space. The strange thing is that unlike the last time when he broke the temple in the rain and fought against Tyrone, the blood mist in the air, although it exuded a strong bloody aura, could not sense the murderous aura in it, let alone determine the source of the murderous aura.

Since the general deliberately concealed his form, why did he need to use such a distinct enchantment technique?

Reginald was puzzled, but he felt a sudden pain behind him, he didn't even hear the sound of the blood groove breaking through the air, only the sound of tearing clothes and flesh, accompanied by the sharp pain.

How is this possible?

But he was Reginard, who had been walking in Valoran for so long, and General Du Quecao was naturally not the first assassin he had ever seen, and there was no way for him to escape from all kinds of hiding methods.

Purple light surged under his right eye, leaking from the closed but trembling eyelids, and the surging power was also a ripple of energy that gathered around his body. In the slowly opening pupils, a purple magic array was reflected in the shallow light, as if it could take in all the things in the world.

The Pupil of Fate.

When Reginard was seriously injured, he was forced out of the hole cards by Tyrone with a battle of ten thousand knives.

But is that all there is to it?

The blood mist in the pupil of fate was still a faint blood red, and the figure of the general could not be seen, only a few ethereal sword shadows appeared on his right side at two o'clock-that was the phantom shadow that appeared in the future.

Reginad turned around, the emerald green scythe in front of him, and the appearance of the sword light was exactly right. The blood-colored blade and the scythe in his hand slammed together, and the force of the collision burst out on the surface of the blade, and the black-clothed figure of Du Kekao was also revealed behind the long sword in front of him.

The giant blade of the scythe in Reginard's hand seems to be an illusory state of energy, and the emerald color of this energy clearly seems to be a mysterious and ancient power other than magic energy......

"Psionics?" Du Kekao smiled in surprise, he didn't expect this guy to be able to control such a completely unfamiliar power in the few months that he had been in Ionia.

Sure enough, he can be called a genius, even in the mage world, where there is no shortage of talented people, he definitely deserves such an evaluation. The proud daughter of Nademacia, the famous glorious girl Lux, just has the ability to learn the right magic in actual combat.

But this guy quickly set foot in a completely unfamiliar field.

But this is meaningless, the battle between strength and weakness in the world is never judged by comparing the form of power mastered, or the number of means of attack.

The force of the weapon made Reginald's whole body tremble, and the muscles in his arm tensed, and the general pushed forward, and the two weapons parted from the stalemate. But it is in the arms of Reginard - the advantage of long-handled cold martial arts has always been not in wrestling, and the principle of being an inch long and an inch strong is in the attack distance.

The body retreated sharply with the force of the tremor, and the wind elemental swirled behind him, causing Reginald to stabilize his body. With the help of the wind, he leaped forward, and the long-handled scythe in his hand slashed through the air, slashing at the general's recoiling body.

The body dominated by the retreating inertia is completely incapable of dodging at the moment.

The scythe slashed across the general's chest, tearing open a strange rift - it didn't feel like tearing flesh at all, it felt like ...... Cut through a film of water.

The sensation startled Reginald himself, and the general's body tore apart from the wound and melted into the blood mist.

Did it disappear out of thin air? Even the Hitomi Technique, which could see through fate, could not catch the slightest trace of him. What existed just now disappeared in an instant—vanished, disappeared in the full sense of the word, as if it had disappeared from this world.

"Good skill, Reginard, but it's a pity that your means can only deal with magicians." Du Kekao's voice drifted through the blood mist, and seemed to appear behind him, but when the young magician turned away, it seemed to appear in some other direction.

"This is ......" Reginard lowered his head slightly, his eyes wandering around him, carefully catching every hint of wind and grass, the dull blood made his mind dizzy, but he did not dare to let his guard down for a moment.

The sword light continued to attack at the dead corners of his body, and Reginald used the trajectory foreseen by the pupil of fate to save the day again and again, and his mind also turned quickly.

This is a completely undetectable concealment technique, and only at the moment of attack does the trajectory of the sword light appear.

The function of the domain created by this blood mist is not yet known, but such a blatant technique must be more than just a trick to obscure the eyes.

The clues in the eyes slowly coalesced, eventually converging into a terrifying conclusion.

"Spells from another dimension?" Reginard was not only stunned, this is a field that exists only in theory, but is the only conclusion that makes sense today.

This blood mist is nothing but the connection point of the other space in this world, and it is through this connection point that Du Kekao hides in the other space he has created, launching strange attacks again and again.

"Clever." Du Kekao's voice slashed at Reginad with a fierce light, the steel hilt of the scythe against the blade, and the scythe snapped with his wrist, slashing the blood-colored sword, causing the attacker, Du Kekao, to appear in front of him.

"What if my Soul Flame blasts up the entire area of blood mist? As the source of all energy, are you really not going to set yourself on fire? Reginad asked, his words full of authority.

"You can give it a try." Du Kekao said calmly, his breathing not trembling from the wrestling. The blood mist suddenly converged in his direction, enveloping Reginard completely, and the world around him was engulfed in a tumbling blood red, and the general and the blood sword disappeared once more.

The shadow of prophecy suddenly appeared in the space around him, and Reginard spun to resist, but there was no feeling on his grip...... Rather, it was a sharp pain that stabbed into the side of the waist.

"How...... How can it be?! "The Pupil of Fate would never make such a mistake.

The general's figure condensed in the churning mist, standing in front of him. "This is the Blood Spirit Sword Realm, the spiritual space created by sword intent."

In other words......

"Yes, as you might have guessed, all the rules here are defined by me. For example...... "The general's palm flipped, and Reginard suddenly found that his body couldn't move, and in the chaotic blood, countless sharp blades faintly appeared, penetrating his body.

"You're not going to die, it's just a pain in your soul. Moreover, the time in this Blood Spirit Sword Realm is under my control, and a few seconds of torture may be as long as a lifetime. Your pupil of fate will be confused by the chaos of time here, and even if you foresaw everything, you will not be able to resist it. Because this is the Blood Spirit Sword Realm, the rules of this world are completely set by me. ”

Reginald's eyes widened, unwilling and desperate eyes surging under his eyes, and the squeezing sensation of his abdomen kept squeezing blood into his throat, spitting out large mouthfuls of blood.