For a moment, Loren suddenly remembered the first time he stepped into the cellar and met Asreel......

At that time, I faced "magic", "void" and "evil gods" for the first time, and faced a power that I had only heard of but had never seen;

On that day, Asriel revealed his true identity and told himself that "you are different";

On that day, in order to survive and take revenge, he accepted Asrael's mutually beneficial "friendship";

That day... It is only when you cross into this world that you really step into the door of this world, leave a mark and become an inseparable part of it.

"Boom ————!!!!"

The roar of thunder echoed in his ears, but Loren's thoughts seemed to become clearer than before, his dark pupils flickering with a different light, feeling the incomparably tyrannical power.

His eyes could even accurately distinguish who these "powers" belonged to and why they became what they are now.

desperately trying to save the sick, but in the end they could only watch the plague spread, and even they themselves were infected with the disease and died;

"tyrants" who kill people to save people and are regarded as executioners and bloodthirsty demons;

the "untrustworthy" who penetrated the truth at a glance and were scolded to death by people who were unwilling to face the reality;

The "enderman" who believes in the inherently evil of human nature and sees through desires and is world-weary......

They had all tried to save something, but all failed in the end, and Loren could feel the despair in the unbridled power of the void around them.

Apart from utter despair, they once had ideals left with nothing left.

And the puppets used by the desperate ... Loren slowly raised his head, his gaze swept to the Eagle King in front of him, and his eyebrows raised slightly.

The other party's emotions and void reactions at the moment are precise... A little like himself, a little like Luthen, the same impatience but desperate restraint to keep calm, the same hope and even the thirst for the miracle of victory.

Even the slightest hope is clung to the bright future that hope indicates.

He wants to win, he wants to end it all, and he can pay any price for it;

Pity... Me too.

Probably this is the biggest misfortune in this world.

Loren couldn't help but sigh.

"Boom ——————!!!!"

The deafening thunder exploded again, and the boiling black fog in the mood rose into the dome along with the hurricane of fighting, screaming, crying, and cursing, and converged towards the center of the spiraling storm.

Almost at the same time, the sword-wielding Eagle King began to raise his head unnaturally, gradually occupying the black lines all over his body, growing at a rate visible to the naked eye, and the black lines that climbed out of the four evil god marks completely dyed his eyes black.

Twitching slightly, trembling and trembling, the body seemed to have been completely controlled by these forces - even the long knife in his hand was transformed into one by the dense black lines and palms.

Loren's face changed slightly—this guy... The speed at which his spiritual hall was eroded by the power of the void had reached a level that was visible to the naked eye.

I'm afraid that in less than five minutes, his state of mind and spiritual hall will be completely occupied, distorted, and ravaged by the power of the void... In the end, even the physical body was controlled, and it became a monster like an "evil god shell".

"To gain power, you have to pay the price. The Eagle King, who smiled lightly, had a desperate madness in his eyes:

"But I'm willing to pay the price to kill you—this is the final decision between you and me, die, Loren Turin——!"

With a resolute roar, the Azorean long knife slashed down.

In the midst of the howling storm, purple thunder fell.

"Boom ————————!!!!"

A loud thunderclap echoed over the Valley of Blood.

Surrounded by terrified soldiers, Count Grenwell of Stormcastle looked down on the valley with a completely glazed expression.

"It's... I'm not dreaming, am I? What the hell is this......"

Dalton Kander, who was silent on the side, was as calm as ever, but his expression was slightly stiff, and only the face of the little wizard showed a faint look of joy.

"What the hell is going on!"

At the bottom of the valley of the bloody bones where the wind was howling, Lanmaros, who was lying on horseback, shouted loudly at Lusen on the opposite side:

"Aren't you Lord Duke's Witcher Captain, you should be familiar with this kind of thing, right?!"

"I said I don't need to ask, I don't know anything!" The gray-eyed young man who gritted his teeth was also trembling uncontrollably with excitement:

"All I know is that whatever it is, it must have something to do with Lord Loren!"

"Don't you still know that?!" Lanmaros retorted.

"I'm talking about two!" Regrel, the trembling Earl of White Horse Peak, tugged at the corners of his mouth: "What you are arguing about, is it the focus now?!"

"So what's the point?!"

The two asked in unison.

"Key ......"

The corners of his mouth twitched, and Rigrel turned his head stiffly, and against the howling wind, he cast his gaze not far away, the hundreds of rotting corpses that had just been split into slag by a lightning bolt.

"The point is that no matter who released this thing, let's protect ourselves first and not be hacked to death by it!"

"Boom ————————!!!!"

The moment the words fell, another purple lightning bolt fell from the sky, turning the rotting corpse demons in the field of vision of the three of them into ashes.

And even more than that—the entire valley, and indeed the entire valley of the Blood, had been completely shrouded in the dark clouds of the tumbling spiral, turning into a storm-ravaged abyssal hell!

One, two, a hundred, a thousand... Countless purple lightning bolts fell from the rolling dark clouds like a raging storm, "stirring up waves" in the army of monsters, wantonly destroying and ravaging.

The icy screech echoed through the valley, and even as the shards were blown to pieces by lightning, the rotting demons remained motionless.

Only the icy scream of deep fear rang in the ears of the gray-eyed boy over and over again, and then was soon drowned out by the deafening thunder that followed.

Phew————

Another bolt of lightning fell, and a cold wind that stirred up a raging fire in the valley, and the raging fire soon began to rise with the wind, and then began to spread out of control throughout the valley.

The gray-eyed boy was surprised to find that the flames that had been ignited were only spreading among the rotting corpses, and where there were no monsters, the flames would soon be blown out and melted by the ice and snow.

And the monsters in the entire valley fell into a sea of fire.

........................

"How could it be... ...... like this"

In a gloomy state of mind, the dejected Eagle King muttered in a low voice.

"Bang!"

As soon as the palm of his hand was released, the long knife fell to the ground.

The black-haired wizard was silent and slowly got up, casually waving away the thin mist that filled the surroundings.

"Why, tell me why this is......" The Eagle King, who was staring at Loren, raised his head with difficulty, and his body that was swallowed by the black line couldn't help but tremble:

"Why... You've only been in this world for a few years, just a stranger......"

"How many times have you experienced life and death, how many painful struggles have you had, what difficult choices you have made, how many relatives and friends you have sacrificed, and how many ...... you have paid again and again"

"And I... The Eagle King of the Azorean Elves... I struggled hard, fighting the Void for almost my entire life, paying whatever I could for the survival of the elves, even gambling with my soul and body......"

"Why... The one who wins the future... It's you, and the Imperial people who grovel before the Holy Cross?!"

"Why! I will be the outcast of you and me!"

"Why! The Azorean elves, who have inherited more of the legacy of the ancient dragon kingdom, will be the one who is abandoned!"

"It's not fair! It's not fair!"

Desperately panting, the Eagle King pressed his trembling body, and roared with grief and indignation.

The black-haired wizard looked at him with a somewhat complicated expression.

When the purple lightning fell, it was not himself who blocked the thunder, but the black fog that permeated the state of mind... At the last moment, he blocked the final blow of the Eagle King for himself.

Although Loren was ready to dodge at that moment, it said one thing - the four evil gods who supported the Eagle King chose to abandon him at the last moment.

Loren didn't have much evidence, but he had a vague feeling that it might have something to do with some blonde teenager.

"Ahh——!!!!h

At the moment when the atmosphere fell into a dead silence, the trembling Eagle King suddenly began to howl hysterically.

Well?!

The black-haired wizard who suddenly woke up looked up to see that the convulsive Eagle King was already kneeling on the ground, his face contorted into a howl, as if some force was tearing at his flesh and internal organs.

And so on, the flesh and offal......

Loren vaguely sensed something, and his pupils narrowed to focus on the Eagle King's stiff and twisted face, only to see that those fine "black lines" were constantly contracting, and each time they contracted, they would leave a bloody mark on the Eagle King's body.

Cheeks, jaw, nose tip, neck......

Ears, lips, mouth, nostrils, eyes......

"Ahhhh——!!!!h

The hoarse and voice-breaking shouts are too pale to describe as "screams" - in less than a minute, the Eagle King in front of him has completely turned into a "blood man"!

The wails that came from the violently trembling body became more and more hoarse and more and more poignant, and in the end, it was impossible to distinguish the tone and voice of the voice, as if it was only the resonance of the chest.

And those "black lines" were still twitching mercilessly, depriving them of the power of the void that did not belong to him in the first place, and reconverging into the four evil god marks on his chest, neck, and arms.

"Nourishing ......"

The four marks gradually dissipated from the Eagle King's body like a red-hot soldering iron, leaving only the ugly scar and crumpled flesh of skin.

The power that belonged to the evil god completely dissipated from the Eagle King's body without a trace, and was completely deprived.

The bloodied Eagle King finally stopped trembling and just knelt there motionless.

The black-haired wizard, as if he had suddenly remembered something, picked up the "Dawn" sword that he had thrown away from the side, and stood in front of him with the sword, waiting quietly without saying a word.

Five minutes later, the Eagle King finally opened his eyes slowly.

"I lost ......"

A low sigh did not feel a trace of resentment, but a kind of relief and relaxation.

He raised his head slowly, his calm gaze was like a clear spring, and there was no trace of unwillingness and tyranny, just calmly scrutinizing and defeating his opponent.

"Congratulations, Lord Loren Turin, although I don't know how you made those four evil gods abandon me, and how you opened the second valve and possessed power beyond me, but ......"

"To win is to win, you are the final winner in this duel, and the future and the power to choose are all yours. ”

"I, Lord of the Azorean Elves... I am willing to lose the bet!"

With a long sigh of relief, the Eagle King, who was kneeling on the ground, bent down.

The black-haired wizard took a deep breath and met the Eagle King's gaze, "You know... I don't just want you to throw in the towel. ”

"What you want is to take me as a prisoner and force the army of the Azorean elves to surrender to you... Really?" The Eagle King smiled quietly, "I'm sorry, but I can't do that—the incompetent and defeated Eagle King lost his throne the moment I failed, and he is no longer their commander. ”

"Even if you hang me on the wall, the only answer to you is the bows and arrows and long knives of the warriors, and you will not be able to force the elves to bend their knees by 'persuasion', let alone your lord and the emperor of the empire. ”

"If he doesn't kill the last elf, he won't be willing... Right?"

Loren was silent.

Despite this, he did not think that there was anything wrong with it - it was you who started the war, you were the first to slaughter, and you were the one who wantonly invaded.

In that case, why can't the Empire "repay" you invaders with reciprocal damage, even if it's a life-for-life approach?

"So I'm sorry, but all you can get from this hard-won victory is my head. The Eagle King smiled slightly: "Of course, the price paid is also heavy. ”

"Those four evil gods told me that although the Black Cross Serol was banished, it was far from being damaged in strength - you opened the second valve and liberated the vision, and such a huge void power was suddenly born, enough to open the way for him to enter this world!"

"You've defeated a great enemy, but you're going to face an even stronger one... Is it worth it?"

Is it worth it... If he had been asked this before, Loren might have been speechless, but now......

"It's worth it. ”

Looking at his "smiling" expression, the black-haired wizard said coldly: "For me, whether it is you or the 'Black Cross' Serol, if any of you win, it will definitely wipe my existence from this world completely;"

"To me, you are no different, you are all my 'existential' enemies. ”

"So... What's not worth it?"