"So, what the hell is that... What's ......?"

At the moment when the floating city "landed", the entire cloud peak became quiet - the two warring sides involuntarily stopped, all eyes focused on the smoke and dust, staring at the "strange state" that exploded in shock and panic.

If this moment can still be called an "anomaly" rather than a "natural disaster......

Surrounded by the guards, the dwarf Igor also raised his head and looked at the sudden scene in front of him in disbelief, and his expression was the same as that of the dwarven warriors around him, completely stunned.

That's right...... After experiencing the assassination of the High King, the rebels besieging the city, forcibly "being crowned", capturing the guards of the Duke of Byrne, and the Corrupt Demon Rebellion, the High King came back from the dead and became a traitor himself... After such a series of "unexpected events", he originally thought that he would not be surprised by anything again today, but the result was ......

Life, in this rather ironic way, once again played a big joke with him.

"Who... Who just saw it clearly... The one that fell from the sky... Result... What the hell is it?!"

The streets are silent, and only the sound of burning houses can be heard.

The dwarven warriors, whose eyes were also wide-eyed, were already so stunned that they couldn't even speak, and many of them were still wiping their eyes desperately, not believing what they were seeing.

In a pair of rounded eyes, symbolizing the royal power of the supreme king, the palace of the kings of the authority of the Yunling Kingdom... Right in front of them, there was a roar and dust in their dwelling.

Left... It is a white castle that "fell from the sky".

Struggling to open his eyes, Carl Colin hid behind the broken columns, but his mood was completely relaxed, and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

Loren Turin... It was the Duke of Byrne who came.

Although there is no evidence, and I don't know why... But he just knew that there was nothing to worry about anymore.

The witcher struggled to his feet, gasping for breath, his eyes falling on the battered figure in a pool of blood beside him.

The slumped recruits had long since ceased to struggle, the plasma that no longer gushed had dried up, and only the last traces of unwillingness remained in the dim pupils.

"Self-asserted... Don't listen to the command... Unself-conscious... Hot blood on the brain... Self-righteous Martin Nilton, a rookie recruit through and through......"

Carl Colin muttered to himself, lowered his head little by little, and his expression was very lost: "This time, because of Loren Torino, you took shit luck, obviously ruined all my plans, but instead self-defeatingly completed your task. ”

"You have completed your revenge, washed away the shame of your family, saved the Yunling Kingdom, and fulfilled the responsibilities of a demon hunter. ”

"Worthy of... The prestige of the Wings of the Firmament!"

As the words fell, the witcher, who sighed in a low voice, raised his right hand and gently closed his eyes, which were still unwilling.

“... Loren Turin... Loren Turin ——!!!!"

The voice of the Dwarven High King trembled, an almost soulful, irrepressible ecstasy:

"I've been waiting for you for too long, too long... Originally, I planned to lead the army of the entire Yunling Kingdom to visit you in the Red Blood Castle after integrating the entire Yunling Kingdom, but I didn't expect... I really didn't expect you to dare to send it to the door yourself!"

"yes, I'm also worried that you're going to keep waiting and drain my patience, so I decided to just run it myself. Loren said lightly, waving his hand a little listlessly:

"After all, it's been delayed for three years, and I'm helpless... Oh, by the way, since we've already met, can I trouble you to die as soon as possible, so I don't have to do it again. ”

"You... Do you want me to kill myself?" The High King sneered, and a strange sound of breaking wind came from his severed throat.

"Hanging, throat cutting, poisoning, spontaneous combustion, flooding, beheading, ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, five horses splitting the corpse, seppuku suicide... That's right, after all, you are the 'former' Supreme King of the Yunling Kingdom - if I kill you with my own hands, I will be used as a trick by His Highness Conod to make trouble in the Heavenly Dome Palace, and then surprise your friends or something. ”

"Loren Turin... You want me to kill myself, you... Think you can easily kill me?"

"No, no, no, it's not that exaggerated. Looking at the Supreme King with a hideous expression, Yi Xing waved his hand again: "Let me clarify - I didn't use you to commit suicide, I asked you to commit suicide on your own initiative." ”

"And I didn't 'think' I could easily kill you — I really could. ”

The black-haired wizard shrugged and sighed helplessly.

"Loren... ————!!!! Turin"

In the next second, the High King's right hand exploded violently, and four barbed tentacles "erupted" from the position of the shoulder, attacking from four directions at the same time.

"Knock! knock!"

Almost at the same time, the voices of the corrupting demons resounded in the dead silence of the palace of kings, and one by one the monsters crawled out of the ruins, roaring and pounced on the black-haired wizard's figure.

"Die, fanatic——!!!!"

The High King's loud and eerie voice reverberated through the ruins of the Hall of Kings, and Carl Colin, who was hiding behind the pillars, looked at Duke Byrne, who was surrounded by a mass of people, and his pupils shrank.

A figure much thinner than the Duke suddenly flashed behind him.

"Poof——!

With a crisp sound, the Corrupting Demon, who had just gotten up from the ground, was shattered from the front by a passing afterimage.

"Bell ——!"

The blade at his waist was unsheathed, and he stopped in front of the enemy's neck with precision, and before he could pounce, the rotting corpse had already slit its throat and was used as a shield by the figure, and then he turned around lightly, held the sword in his backhand, aimed it at the waist, and then- stabbed!

"Poof——!

The blade of the sword peeked out from behind the second Corrupted Demon, and in the next second, the figure that flashed by seemed to be playing a trick, and the short sword on the right shoulder disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Because it's stuck in the throats of the two Corrupt Demons!

Drawing his backhand, the figure flashed in front of the two headless corrosive demons, dodging the two monsters that pounced at the same time like a ghost, and the two swords staggered, cutting off the head of the third;

"Knock! knock!"

The surrounding corrosive demons were still rushing towards the figure like crazy, but they couldn't catch the trajectory of his movement; every dodge was a bloody light, and every time they turned around, there was an extra empty head;

The figure was like a walking blade, a galloping sword, and no matter how many enemies there were, it could easily move them from moving flesh and bones to non-moving.

Carl Colin, who had been hiding behind the pillars, withdrew his gaze and let out a sigh of relief.

A small man in Ellemont, with two-handed swordsmanship, inky blue hair, and his trademark silver-gray eyes......

In addition to the commander of the Firmament Wings, his own immediate superior, the Duke's personal bodyguard, Luceen... There won't be a second one like that.

"Boom ————!!!!"

The golden-red flames burst out with the sound of the explosion, and the Supreme King, who had no time to be stunned, stared at the center of the explosion with a hideous expression.

That's right, as long as you can successfully kill Loren Turin here, you can ......

Well?!

The moment the flames of the explosion dissipated, the High King's pupils froze.

Without?!

"Are you looking for me?"

The black-haired wizard's voice sounded behind him, and the stunned Supreme King turned his head sharply, the shiny blade of the sword already striking on his shoulder.

How could it be......

"The guests have already come to the door in person, but the host is still stunned... It turns out that this is the hospitality of the Yunling Kingdom, Your Majesty the Supreme King. ”

Poof——!

With a backhand, the blade of the sword pressed against the High King's shoulder, disemboweling it with a wail of bones and metal clashing.

"Ahh——!!!!h

The heart-rending screams resounded throughout the palace of kings.

No way... Impossible......

How did he avoid his attention?!

"Does it hurt?"

The black-haired wizard curled the corners of his mouth and asked very "sincerely".

"Die——!!!!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, the wounds on the High King's body healed in an instant, and the battle axe, tightly wrapped in tentacles, was raised and slashed head-on at the black-haired wizard behind him.

The "bell ——!" big sword was erected, and the battle axe shattered in response.

The stunned High King jerked his head up and stared at the blade of the sword aimed at his skull.

"Familiar?" the black-haired wizard asked with a smile again, "Older than the 'Bright Star' of the Sixth Generation Brandon I, one of the seven swords that Cloud Peak made for the Sakran Emperor, the Sword of Byne... Dawn. ”

"That's right, she was made by your ancestors. ”

"Shut ——!!!!"

Poof——!

Gray-blue pus gushed out, neat cuts stretching from the High King's shoulders to his abdomen, and with a reflexive kick, he was thrown out like a broken sandbag.

"Bang ——!"

The remnants of the five heads swept through the hall like cannonballs, until they knocked down a broken column.

The smiling black-haired wizard weighed the spear dragon tooth in his right hand, raised his eyebrows, and locked his gaze on the direction where the Supreme King flew out.

And then... Without warning, he threw the spear out.

Clang!

"Ahhhh——!!!!h

There was another terrible wail—the tip of the dragon's tooth sliced through the High King's right shoulder with unmistakable precision, and half of the spear pierced into the pillar.

"Oops, I missed the shot. ”

The black-haired wizard's voice sounded again, sighing as if there was still some helplessness.

"Loren... Turin ——!!!!"

A strange and thick howl rang out in the ruins of the Hall of Kings, and the High King with a hideous expression stepped out of the smoke and dust, his eyes burning with rage staring at the figure of the black-haired wizard.

"Bang, bang, bang......"

The High King was suddenly stunned.

He stopped abruptly, turned his head little by little, and looked at his right shoulder in a daze.

The incision wound had not healed, and gray-blue pus was still flowing.

How could it be... Impossible... I'm immortal, and this little wound should have been ...... long ago

The High King's eyes widened.

Is it difficult, can it be said......

"Finally understood? Good, not too slow. Loren looked at him with a smile and said lightly: "That's right, from the moment you landed in Floating City......"

"The entire palace of the kings has been covered by the 'dream world'. ”

"Your immortal body... Doesn't work here. ”

Well?!

For the first time, the Dwarven High King had a look of fear on his face.

The kind of exact, real... It should have been away from him early... The fear of dying invaded his consciousness in this moment.

"Impossible! This thing is impossible—opening the dream world requires opening the first valve, and the void reaction in your body now has absolutely no ......"

"I didn't say either... I'm the one who opened the dream world, right?" Loren interrupted him coldly, his left hand as the "spellcaster" opened, and a "Force Impact" smashed the tentacles that wanted to sneak attack.

Step by step, towards the frightened Supreme King.

"As for the 'impossible' thing... You may not know, but I have a wizard friend who is best at turning the impossible into the possible. ”

"Do you know the principle of the 'Dream World'... Well, let's assume you don't know, and it's simply described as a spiritual temple, but more complete, solid, and manipulated by absolute subjective will......

Well, I'd like to use the term 'inherent enchantment', but you don't know it. ”

The High King, whose tentacles had been torn apart and his shoulders had been severed, had completely lost the ability to resist, and knelt on the ground like fish to be slaughtered, staring in fear and madness at Loren Turin, who was walking towards him step by step.

"And my gifted friend, with a new theory he developed, materialized the power of the Void and applied it to a setting he designed and built;

In other words, as long as this place is set up, you can temporarily open a relatively simple 'dream world' anytime, anywhere. ”

As long as this is the place where it is set up......

The scarred High King jerked his head up, his bloodshot eyes staring at the Horn Fort behind Loren:

"Is it it?!"

"That's right!"

The blade of the sword pierced through the chest of the Supreme King, tearing the heart apart, and then poked out from behind - the fat body was completely "hung" on the sword body of the "Dawn" greatsword.

"So... Who gave you the courage to believe that I would dare to swagger and appear directly at the top of the clouds without preparation?"

The black-haired wizard slowly raised the blade of his sword, lifting the dying Supreme Wang Ping to a level high enough to meet his own eyes, revealing a sincere smile.

His hideous face was still staring at him, his pupils seemed to be spewing flames, and he gritted his teeth as if he wanted to tear the black-haired wizard to shreds, cursing incessantly.

But none of this Loren heard... Because he doesn't care anymore.

What else is there to care about with a dying man?

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty the High King, when you get there, remember to say hello to Serol for me, and say, well, ......"

"Just say I want to kill him!"

The words fell, and the raised sword blade changed the Supreme King from one to "two" from the middle.

Gray-blue pus is sprayed everywhere.

This time, the High King did not stand up again.