In the field of vision of Allen's third eye, the moment he started to run, the two silhouettes that were still in the distance heard movement and came straight towards him.

By the time he reached the special Heavenly Tree, two silhouettes were approaching him.

Listening to the sound of the bark scraping not far away, Alan took a deep breath and aimed the mouth of his right hand at the trunk of the tree.

With just one thought, Alan saw the white light from the tree gather towards his palm at a frantic speed.

In just two or three seconds, all the white mangs on the tree had condensed into a fist-sized white ball, which kept spinning on the palm of his right hand.

Looking back at the two outlines, listening to the sound of bark getting closer and closer, Alan did not hesitate at all, he imagined a model of a large knife in his mind, and then guided the power in his right arm to shape the white ball into the shape of the big knife he wanted.

Although it was the first time, it was as if Alan had done it hundreds of times, and in the blink of an eye, a large knife appeared in his hand.

Looking at the large knife in his hand that was made of tree branches and engraved with mysterious patterns on the body, Eren didn't have time to admire the magic of magic.

The previous sound had stopped, replaced by a low roar and the sound of drops of saliva falling to the ground.

Clutching the broadsword in his hand, Eren turned around, and the appearance of the two goblins was also displayed in front of his eyes.

That's two big rats.

No...... It can't be said to be a big mouse, it should be a monster made up of a large group of rats.

One by one, the rats gathered together densely, crawling up and down, looking like a dwarf.

Looking at the red eyes, Eren grabbed the broadsword, felt the abundant power from his right arm, and slashed at the head of the approaching goblin.

It was only the first time he had used a knife, but Allen's movements and rhythm control were extremely skillful, and the blade of the broadsword happened to slash into the goblin's forehead.

Seven or eight rats fell from the goblin's forehead, its body unable to withstand the force of the broadsword, and rolled backwards with a wail.

By this time, another goblin had already swooped towards Eren's sideways.

The claws were so sharp that if they caught Allen's body, they would at least tear off a large piece of flesh.

Eren rolled forward, just dodging the lightning swoop.

Ignoring the goblin that missed, Alan grabbed the hilt of the big knife with his backhand and slashed at the backward goblin.

One Knife,

Two knives,

Three knives.

Three slashes in the blink of an eye, the knives brought out a piece of the corpse of a rat, and a piercing wail.

Glancing at the goblin whose body had been cut in half, Alan didn't have time to catch his breath when a strong wind came from behind him.

The claws scraped across his back, bringing up a piece of flesh and scarlet blood splattering everywhere.

Gritting his teeth, Alan ignored the pain in his back, held the big knife in his hand, and stabbed into the body of the goblin who had not had time to jump away after the blow was completed.

The goblin and Eren fell to the ground, causing a rat howl and a muffled grunt of Alan's pain.

Seeing that the goblin was still struggling, Alan grabbed the hilt of the broadsword and pressed it down with all his might.

"Poof!"

The sound of a blade piercing countless flesh sounded.

The movement of the goblins gradually stopped, and the astonishing number of rats gradually lost their voice.

Releasing the hilt, Alan sat down next to the goblin corpse as the broadsword dissipated in the air, gasping for air.

The battle just now didn't even take thirty seconds, but in such a short battle, all the strength on Allen's body had been exhausted.

Exhausted, he could only sit on the ground and take a few breaths to rest.

Alan's heart was pounding.

If it was him before, I'm afraid that before he could make a move, he would have been pierced through the intestines by the goblin and directly hated on the spot.

After sacrificing Front, he not only had an inhuman improvement in strength, endurance, speed, and reflexes, but also in terms of combat skills and strength, he was completely the same as before.

Could it be that I inherited Front's combat experience?

As if he felt the power in his right arm no longer boiling, Front's voice sounded in Alan's ears again.

"How do you feel? Do you have a lot of questions?"

"Don't worry, sacrifice the goblin first. ”

"Sacrifice?" Alan wondered.

He had heard the word many times from Front's mouth, but he had never understood what it meant.

"By sacrificing a life force sacrifice to a god, the mage will receive the corresponding magic, but will also inherit the memory and emotions of the sacrifice. ”

Frante paused, then continued, "If you look at the goblin's corpse now, you'll see what it was, and that's what the monster looked like before it was contaminated by magic. ”

Listening to Front's words, Alan looked at the corpse beside him.

I saw that the originally huge goblins had almost evaporated in the air, leaving only a few small mice lying in the center of the corpse, struggling.

"Use the devil's mouth, which is the mouth in your right palm, close it to it, and then convey to your right arm the thought that you want to sacrifice, and you can experience the taste of sacrifice. ”

As he spoke, Frante began to laugh.

Alan reluctantly stood up, walked over to the mice, and as Front had said, aimed his right palm at them.

Suddenly, Alan only felt a force from the little mice to his right arm.

For a moment, Alan seemed to have forgotten everything he had experienced in the past few days, forgetting the fatigue and pain on his body, and at this moment, he only felt that his whole body was wrapped in that warm and powerful force, just like a baby in a cradle.

But this good feeling lasted for two or three seconds, and then quietly disappeared.

Looking down again, the bodies of the rats exploded as the power entered Allen's right arm, and the remaining breath gradually dissipated into the air.

Alan couldn't hold his body and ran to another goblin corpse not far away.

At the same step, Alan felt the warmth again, but it only lasted for a few seconds, and he returned to reality again.

Frante felt the strength in Alan's right arm growing, and couldn't help but laugh.

"This is the thrill of sacrifice, this is the power of magic, and the only power in this world that can change everything......"

Halfway through his laughter, his voice suddenly distorted, full of sadness.

"But for us, magic is not a gift, it's a curse......"