"Ahhhh——!!!!h

In the roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, Chakar, who was staggering and crawling on the battlefield, shook violently, and new tentacles continued to burst out from the fat and huge body of the evil god, which looked like a rotten sarcoma from a distance.

On the huge shell, the wolf-like head roared in the sky, as if he was desperately struggling to get rid of this pain, but he could not suppress the "vitality" in his body, let alone stop the cycle of "growth" and "death".

In the "bloody mouth" full of fangs, new tentacles, eyes, arms, pustules continue to burst out... Grayish-blue pus, mixed with putrid minced flesh, continued to overflow from Chakar's mouth.

"Life is born, it dies, and on the decaying corpse a new, more life-fitting... The fundamental laws of this material world. ”

"This is also the most basic law of alchemy, the basic law of experiment... Only the death, sacrifice, and destruction of the old can be exchanged for a stronger, better new thing, and in the uninterrupted cycle of repeated reincarnation, a more perfect existence can be born. ”

The withered Harlevan Ashamai looked up at Chakar, who was constantly wailing and struggling, obviously weak enough to have to rely on a wand to support his body, but he still had a calm and breezy expression:

"I'm afraid you, eroded by the power of the eternal, immutable, static Void, can't comprehend this, Chakal?"

"But it doesn't matter, I've sown the seeds of 'life' and 'death' for you. ”

"You will soon know that eternal and static existence is under the laws of the material world..."

"What an end. ”

In Ashamai's words, I couldn't hear any emotional fluctuations, indifferent... Like a god.

This is the power of the "valve"?

Looking at the extremely huge, as if it could destroy the world and destroy the evil god's body, it was only "slammed" by Master Ashamai and turned into such a miserable appearance as it is now, and his blue eyes were almost round.

Although it is impossible to know that such a powerful, "miraculous" power cannot be without a price, but ......

Maybe you can win, maybe Master Ashamai... Can you really defeat the Evil God Shell, defeat Chakar, and save everyone?

Yes, since Loren can defeat the evil god of the Ancient Wood Forest, then an experienced and mature elder like Master Ashamai will definitely be able to ......

"Ahhhh——!!!!h

The struggling Chakar let out a manic roar again, angrily tugging at the tentacles all over his body.

Are you still resisting?

Looking coldly at Chakar, who was still raging, Harlem Van Ashamai couldn't help but frown.

The confrontation with the Void creatures is, in the final analysis, the confrontation of the strength of the Void Power, and the Void Power will continue to erode the mind and body, leading to collapse... It's like a person who is drowning in both hands, to see who gets drowned first.

And the one who has the upper hand now is not himself.

The only way to regain the initiative is to sink deeper into the water and then drag him down.

Ashmai's brow moved, and the runes all over his body began to flicker, enveloping him from head to toe with gray-blue light.

"Ahhhh——!!!!h

Chakar, who screamed in pain, began to convulse violently again, and his fat body no longer even grew new tentacles, but huge sarcomas, and the remaining tentacles began to shrink and rot.

It's like a dying patient, whose last vitality has been drained by the poison in his body.

"Boom ——!!!!"

The twitching and struggling Chakar once again grew a dozen huge tentacles from his body, and pounced on the "sacrifices" and "dead warriors" who were still falling to the ground wailing and screaming on the battlefield.

Ashamai raised his head, and a trace of solemnity immediately flashed in his eyes.

Not good... He wanted to continue the blood sacrifice to increase the power of the evil god's body......

Without a moment's hesitation, the withered old man raised his wand again.

"Bell ——!"

The hammer-like wand slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

The old man, who was still holding his right hand high, stumbled for a moment, and his trembling left hand subconsciously stretched out towards his chest.

"Puff ——!"

Before he could hold his right hand, his knees fell straight to the ground, and an exclamation from Ain sounded behind him.

"Master Ashamai?!"

The sudden situation made the little wizard's face change, and he hurriedly reached out and helped the old man at the moment when he collapsed.

It's so light!

That was her first reaction.

The previously sturdy and troll-like master Haringvan Ashamai seemed to be only wrinkled with skin and bones, and his body was lighter than himself!

Looking at the old man lying in his arms, moaning in pain, trembling all over, and his limbs spasming, the frightened little wizard could only hold him, and shouted at a loss:

"Master Ashamai, Master Ashamai, wake up, wake up!"

In the distance, Chakar's angry roar was heard again, as if he was still desperately struggling with the power of "reincarnation".

"Nothing, cough, cough... As you can see, Ain Rand. The old man who was coughing desperately opened his eyes, and his gray-blue pupils seemed to have begun to lose focus:

"Use powers that don't belong to you... Valve... It's a ...... that comes at a price."

"It will give you unspeakable power, make you feel like a god, a transcendent mind... But ahem, ahem, it will eventually take your life and destroy your consciousness... Eventually, a painful death. ”

"But! only if you master it... Only then can you understand what a wizard is, and you can... Open the door to evolution and get a whole new perspective instead of... Trapped in the ordinary. ”

Ai Yin's expression became more and more anxious, and he shook his head desperately: "Don't say it again, don't say it again!"

The weakened body of Harlem Van Ashamai continued to twitch, and the runes all over his body gradually dimmed, but they kept flickering, as if he was making a final struggle.

But compared to the dim speed visible to the naked eye, the flickering frequencies were too faint and too rare.

Chakar roared and roared, raging wildly across the deserted battlefield, his tentacles rolling up the bones of the Centaurs and Coalition soldiers on the ground and tearing them into his massive, fat body.

"Boom ————!!!!"

With a frenzied howl, the expanding Chakar gradually controlled the insanely long tentacles, and the loud sound of the crash on the ground filled the entire battlefield with billowing smoke and dust.

He attacked with impunity, indiscriminately, as if he were just pouring out his anger and desire to kill.

"Smack!"

Haringvan Ashamai, who was coughing repeatedly, suddenly grabbed the little wizard's hand, and his pupils gradually dilated in the trembling eyes, staring desperately at her face.

"I know that it is suspected of blackmailing you to say such things now, but ......" The old man paused, a little out of breath: "But only now, Ain Rand, I hope you can accept this rude request of mine......"

"I know... I promise you, I promise you!"

The little wizard was already about to cry, and desperately clenched the old man's arm: "Hold on, Master Ashamai, I'll treat you." ”

"No, it's too late, listen to me!" said in a deep voice in an unquestionable tone, Ashamai, who was dying:

"The first step in opening the valve is to break its own shackles;"

"Step 2... The improvement of wisdom is the most important thing;"

"Loren Turin... He has the key to open the second and third valves, and you must help him, assist him, open the third valve of any of you!"

"In this way, wizards can have a future and see hope!"

The more sonorous and powerful the words, the less frequent the twitching of Ashamai's body, and the runes on his body had long ceased to flicker, and had completely dimmed.

"You're a smart boy, Ain Rand, and you can go farther than I do, and see more than I do. Ashamai said slowly, his voice getting softer and softer:

"The old life sacrifices and dies in order to exchange for a new life to be perfected... This is the core of alchemy and the laws of this world. ”

"Only evolution is eternal. ”

The little wizard was speechless in astonishment as she looked at Ashamai's old face, but there was another question that lingered in her mind from beginning to end.

"But why, why me?"

The old man's expression stiffened at first, and then the corners of his mouth hooked slightly:

"I thought... A smart girl like you can see why. ”

Thunderbolt in the clear sky!

Ai Yin stared blankly at the old man who fell in his arms, shocked and speechless.

"You, you... Master Ashmai ......"

"Yes, I already knew. The old man spoke in a relaxed tone, like a child who had "succeeded in his tricks": "Your mentor is Dalton Kander? I don't know where he got his voice-changing potion, but it was my invention." ”

The little wizard had a look like he had been struck by lightning.

"That, that, that... Then why do you have to ......?"

“...... There is no why. Ashamai shook his head, his expression subtle:

"Because my mentor is a witch. ”

The old man took a deep breath and closed his eyes tightly, not looking at Ain's stunned expression.

Looking back on the past of his life.

the moors of Arles, the great green sea of Boy;

The cloud peaks of Yunling, the eagle roaring island of Yasur, the glaciers of the Fault Mountain... Walked so many places;

But why, I just can't find you anymore;

Mentor......

The girl with a pointed hat, a black dress, and a loud joke about her Arles accent in her mind was gradually replaced by a little wizard with blond hair and blue eyes in front of her.

The anxious Al Yin seemed to be still shouting loudly, tears streaming down her face.

"There's a secret... I have to tell you. The old man struggled to raise his head, and his voice was extremely slight: "You know why, for hundreds of years... The wizards... All so repulsive to witches... Do you call them a scourge?"

The little wizard who wept into tears shook his head.

"A very simple reason...... "The old man laughed weakly:

"I don't know. ”

Alas?

Aine was stunned.

"And, I guess most wizards... Probably don't know. Ashamai's expression darkened, and he whispered:

"Perhaps, no one knows. ”

"They're probably just unwilling to admit it, or they don't want to admit a fact. The old man closed his eyes tremblingly and shook his head as if laughing at himself:

"There's another group of people who can do as well as they do. ”

"Even... Better than them. ”

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

The earth shook, and the roaring Chakar became more and more furious, and more and more disorganized, waving his tentacles indiscriminately and frantically in the sound of grinding his teeth in the flesh and blood.

"Boom ——!!!!"

The tentacles slammed to the ground, and gray-blue pus gushed out from the cracks in the rotten flesh.

In the puffs of smoke and dust rolled up, two figures, one large and one small, moved quickly on the battlefield, and they could dodge the moment just now.

The whistling sound of tearing the air did not stop, and the moment the tentacle hit the ground, it had already swept towards the two of them again!

"Running ——!"

Without the slightest hesitation, the two of them rushed backwards at the same time at the moment when Loren shouted, and when he found that it was too late to dodge, he directly grabbed the gray-eyed boy's back collar, and fell down sharply, hiding in a smashed and dented corpse pit.

By the time the two poked their heads out, there was nothing left of the entire clearing.

The stunned black-haired wizard slowly got up, put the "Dawn" greatsword behind his back, and looked up at the crazy and irrational Chakal.

Despite his madness, his strength is noticeably weaker than it was at the beginning, and he can't recover immediately after taking damage, but only heals his wounds.

This is completely different from Loren's impression of the Void Monster... All monsters corrupted by the Void, especially those who have drunk the Holy Blood Elixir, have absolutely "static" lives, and even if they are destroyed, they can quickly return to their original state until the power of the Void is exhausted.

Is this the power of Master Harlem Van Ashamai to open the "valve"?

This near-legal, even coercive-filled way... It's breathtaking.

With a light breath, the black-haired wizard who got up from the corpse pit glanced behind him... After some rectification, the entire Bairboi coalition finally began to withdraw from the battlefield in an orderly manner. And the more than 10,000 infantry in charge of the broken battle have almost withdrawn.

Both the Earl of Braha and the lords of Byrne knew very well that in the face of such an "enemy", sending more soldiers into battle would only send them to death, and in addition to increasing casualties, there was also the risk of forcing the soldiers to defect.

Of course, the infantry and knights who didn't have time to retreat were almost dead... There was not a single living person left in the entire battlefield except for himself and Lusen.

Chakar doesn't count.

Almost... It's time.

"Luthen, are you ready?"

Loren, who raised his head, turned his gaze to Chakar, who was still raging wildly, and asked lightly.

"Well, anytime. ”

Stubbornly lowered his head, and the gray-blue eyes of the gray-eyed boy revealed a firm determination.

"Remember, your task is to interfere with its attention and cooperate with my actions. The black-haired wizard raised the big sword in his hand and said lightly: "You are not allowed to rush, and you are not allowed to hold the idea of death." ”

"We're going to fight hard, but we're going to get back alive!"