"The contest of the power of the Void, in the final analysis... It's a contest of strength and weakness. ”

On the battlefield east of Bloodbones Valley, when the black-haired wizard unfolded the magic array of the Dream, he suddenly remembered the "teachings" of Mentor Dalton Khand.

I have to say that his concise and clear tone, as clear as a knife and axe, is really easy to impress.

"No matter how the form changes, no matter how thoroughly understood, no matter how high or shallow—the big devours the small, the strong inhibits the weak, the tight destroys the loose... The power of the void is such an unreasonable power. ”

"When you encounter a situation where you are unable to use the power of the Void, spells, runes, alchemy items are completely ineffective, or distorted......"

"Don't doubt it, it's not the purest battle between the forces of the Void that you can fight, it's so brutal and direct. ”

"The strong win, the weak die. ”

The pale – if vampires could be pale – looked around in panic, but there was nothing but darkness.

Light, temperature, impurities in the air... None of them.

On top of that, it found that it didn't feel the slightest bit of Void power!

This is simply impossible—as an apostle of the Evil God, it should be able to feel the power of the Void overflowing its body all the time;

Not feeling the power of the void is as ridiculous as humans not being able to breathe.

What's going on... Difficult、Could it be that I... I'm already dead?

To be given by a human being, a human being......

"Don't doubt it, you're still alive. ”

The dark-haired wizard's voice came, without a hint of emotion.

"But you're dying. ”

The ender apostles' hearts are like ashes.

The invisible darkness, like an octopus covered with tentacles, continues to devour the "existence" of the vampire - the terrified ender apostle finds that his consciousness is gradually dissipating, and his original clear memory is gradually blurred.

"The strong win, the weak die... In other words, if you want to defeat a guy made purely of the power of the Void, you just need to use the stronger, tighter power of the Void to completely devour it. ”

"There's no need to 'kill' at all. ”

The panicked Ender Apostle began to struggle desperately, but the more he struggled, the faster he found himself "dissipating".

Myself... Descartes... Taken by a human... With the power of the Void... Defeated?

It's impossible, it's impossible! I can't accept it, I will never accept such an ending!

Apostle of the Ender of the Four Gods, the Great Descartes, I could not have been defeated by a human in such a humiliating way!

I... The ender apostle Descartes would not have died at the hands of a human!

The great ender apostle, how could this be the end!

I... Wait a minute!

The vampire who was desperately struggling in the "darkness" showed a hint of confusion on his face.

I...... Be... Who?

By the way, I am the apostle of the Great Four, the Endermen... What the?

I am the vampire Descartes, the Descartes who has lived for thousands of years, I am... Be...... What is it?!

How did I end up here?

What exactly happened, why I don't know, what the hell is going on... Could it be that I... Crossed?

The more he thought about it, the more confused Descartes became, and he was gradually devoured, and even his desperate thinking head became dim and transparent.

"Smack!"

The black-haired wizard snapped his fingers lightly, and everything vanished.

In an instant, the thinking Descartes fell into darkness completely.

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

The battlefield west of the Valley of Blood.

After paying a huge sacrifice, the defenders of Bloodbones Valley finally gained a foothold, forming a solid shield wall led by hundreds of witchers and barely controlling the battle.

But he didn't even need to be reminded, but Count Eckert of the Castle of Fury understood that this was only temporary, and that the enemy's inexhaustible forces would sooner or later break through the fragile defenses;

Needless to say, the warriors who killed thousands of people in this area, as long as they were exhausted alive, the monster army could win.

In fact, in the very beginning of the deduction, the defenders of Bloodbones Valley had made the worst plan - on the premise that they could not break the deadlock, and under the premise that they were pushed all the way by the monster army, the longest time that the defenders of Bloodbones Valley of less than 10,000 people could hold out was only half a day!

Of course, even with the worst of all plans, the defenders of Blooddale have an alternative retreat... But if he could, Count Eckert still hoped to win.

Eckert... No, it should be that all the Byrians who are willing to come here, and all the Byrians who have not been able to come to this ancient battlefield, have the same longing, eager to witness the glory of the tenth generation of the Black Duke again, to bloom on this land again, to be able to witness it again... A miraculous triumph.

Let's create this miracle with our own hands.

Taking a deep breath, the Count of Fort Fury took the banner from the fallen soldier, and raised the blood-soaked banner with his sore arms.

"Long live the Empire————!"

"Bell ——!"

Two silver rays of light flashed at the same time, and the battle axes and short swords splashed with killing intent, and the uninterrupted fire bloomed between the ice and snow.

Both sides have completely given up the intention of killing with one blow, or each attack is a slash with absolute killing intent, unabashedly pouring out all their killing intent.

The flat slope under your feet has long since turned into a messy battlefield with potholes.

"Boom ——!"

The tomahawk fell, the crumbling sand and gravel spread out like a rain of arrows, and almost at the same moment, a "sword net" of sharp blades unfolded in front of the slender figure that leaped up, and then stabbed straight into the face of the tyrannical apostle.

Burst!

The dodged attack only left a bloody streak on the tyrannical apostle's face, revealing a flaw that could not be dodged immediately, and in the next second, the long handle of the recovered battle axe was slammed into the chest of the gray-eyed boy.

"Bang ——!"

Lu Sien, who fell to the ground like a stone cannon, unexpectedly stood up and did not fall down, his gray-blue eyes raised unruly, still staring at the figure of the tyrannical apostle.

"The reaction was very fast, I thought I could have some results this time!"

The right hand holding the sword casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and the gray-eyed young man smiled nonchalantly, but compared to the expression just now, his body was already scarred, from head to toe almost covered with bruises and wounds, and his dark blue hair was wet with blood oozing from the corners of his forehead, and it was drenched and drooping.

The rag-like shirt and armor had already been torn off by him, and his exposed chest was rising and falling violently - whether it was physical strength or energy, he had already reached the limit, even if he fainted directly in the next second, Lu Sien didn't think it was strange.

The tyrannical apostle Quigo, who had already turned on the power of the evil god and was wrapped in black lines, was also staring coldly at the gray pupil boy's every move, it just didn't understand why this guy who was full of life was still alive and well.

The indomitable fighting spirit is worthy of admiration;

But the strong will can't make up for the gap in each other's strength - the self who is sheltered by the "tyrant" Govaitt is definitely crushing the other party's existence in the power of the void.

The battle between the forces of the Void, the victory or defeat... It was set as early as the moment when the strong and the weak were separated.

"Bang ——!"

With two catapult-like roars, the two who did not dodge the roundabout idea rushed straight to each other very "tacitly".

Time, in this moment, slows down.

Facing the tomahawk that was coming at his head, Lusen's left short sword slammed backhand, the blade almost parallel to the axe's blade.

The flames swept between the two blades, and the tyrannical apostle who was swept away could not maintain the balance of his body, and the gray-eyed boy had a second sword in his hand.

Up, or down... In an instant, one more attack is enough to decide life and death.

"Bang!"

An elbow blow slammed into the tyrannical apostle's jaw, and the burly body shook with a tooth-aching cracking sound.

Under the premise of near-hand-to-hand combat, elbows and knees, which have the shortest range and the greatest power, are the most common way to attack, but Luceen's overly agile and agile movements make this option a blind spot for the tyrannical apostle.

Now is the time!

Facing the tyrannical apostle with the empty door wide open, the gray-eyed boy raised his short sword in his right hand without hesitation and stabbed straight forward.

"Bell ——!"

With a crisp thud, the blade of the sword slammed into the tyrannical apostle's chest, but no matter how hard Lusen tried, he could not move an inch.

"Human ......"

The indifferent voice of the tyrannical apostle Quigor came, and he grabbed the gray-eyed boy's neck, and his thin body was lifted into the air without any resistance.

"You think... I, who have fought countless battles and won the recognition of Govaitt the 'tyrant', would have I not guessed this situation?"

"You think... A mere human being can possess the power of the Void to defeat the Apostle of the Evil God?"

"Arrogance!"

The clenched neck slowly tightened, and there was a crisp cracking sound in the palm, and the thin body couldn't help resisting.

"Have the strength to rival me, enough to fight?" The tyrannical apostle and the struggling gray-eyed boy looked at each other, "Perhaps, I admit that your power of the void is not much different from mine, at most it is only a thin line, and if you are lucky, you may really find a chance to kill me." ”

"It's a pity! For the battle of the Void Force, there is a thin line... It's a world of difference. ”

"This is the gap between you and me. ”

Burst!

Lu Sien's pupils shrank suddenly, and his mouth opened wide, but there was only a "squeaky" and hoarse throat sound under his bruised lips.

The long handle of the tomahawk pierced the chest of the gray-eyed boy.

The flesh was torn, the bones were broken, the blood gushed out, and the internal organs were crushed...... The long, blood-stained stalk burst out of Luthen's back.

"Bang ——!"

Under the brute force of the tyrannical apostle, the gray-eyed boy covered in blood was thrown out like a broken sack and smashed into a pit where the ground was shattered.

It's not over yet!

Just as Lusen, who was slumped in a pool of blood, trembled and wanted to get up, the long-handled battle axe in the right hand of the tyrannical apostle Queg was thrown violently, hitting him in the chest!

With a loud bang, the tomahawk smashed directly through Lusen's chest, pinning him to the ground.

The voice faded, the smoke and dust cleared, and the gray-eyed boy who had been pierced through his chest by the tomahawk fell motionless in a pool of blood.

The motionless tyrannical apostle Quigor had a look of indifference in his eyes.

Yes, there can be no miracles, and no matter how much a human struggles to resist, he is no match for the great four gods......

Flutter!

Plasma splattering.

The tyrannical apostle, whose body trembled, suddenly froze, staring at his body in amazement.

There were suddenly two more fatal wounds on the torso and body, and the cast-iron body was actually pierced.

"Bang ——!"

The tyrannical apostle fell to one knee with his astonishment written almost directly on its face, and the blood gushing out of it stained its body red.

It's the same as Ruthen.

"This—This can't be ......"

"Nothing... Possibly. ”

An incomparably weak voice rang out... The trembling gray-eyed boy struggled to get up, holding the long-handled battle axe that had almost killed him just now, with a pale smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Me and your Void Power... It's reciprocal, the injuries on your body are ironclad evidence, otherwise you... It should be unscathed. ”

"You ......" the tyrannical apostle's expression was still very confused, "how did you do that?"

"How to do it... Didn't I tell you?" Lusen, who had lost too much blood, limped close to the tyrannical apostle who fell to his knees with his tomahawk:

"Bloody Sorrow... It's the way of the samurai that gives me the power to rival the enemy—I didn't say that this 'match' is only one-way, right?"

I see, the tyrannical apostle Quigo suddenly realized.

So after finding that you can't easily break through your defenses, you choose to use this "death-seeking" way to look for opportunities?

Under the "Blood Sorrow", the strength of the two sides will be constantly equal, and if one side is mortally attacked, the other side will also suffer equal damage - since it is impossible to achieve victory as soon as possible, then use the final blow to decide the victory......

This madman, don't you want to live?!

Even if he defeated himself, would he still be able to leave the battlefield of Bloodbones Valley alive if he was seriously injured like this?!

Even if you die, will you be dragged to hell with yourself and end up together?!

"Okay, now we... Standing on the same level again, Apostle of the Evil God... Your Excellency Quigo. ”

Tremblingly raising the battle axe, the gray-eyed boy grinned:

"Come on, let's fight it out!"

"The two of us... There can only be one Void Force that can continue to exist!"

This damn madman......

Looking at the dying-dead Rusen's eyes that seemed to be on fire, the tyrannical apostle Quigo suddenly laughed out loud for some reason, and coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood.

It's better to die in exchange for the determination to fight one last battle... Really, there is a bit of the demeanor of Lord Govait, the "tyrant"!

With a sly grin, the tyrannical apostle picked up the two short swords that had fallen from the ground, and similarly staggered, walking step by step towards the gray-eyed boy who raised his battle axe.

When they reached the distance of only ten paces away, the two bloody figures seemed to have reached some kind of tacit understanding, brandishing each other's weapons and lunging towards each other at the same time.

"Dead ————!!!!"

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