"Boom ————!"

Thunder, exploding in the middle of the night shrouded in the maelstrom.

Purple lightning rained down from the sky, turning into the last straw in a deafening roar, completely destroying the dream world of the black-haired wizard, and even the sanctuary with the Golovin Cathedral was reduced to powder in the blinding lightning.

"Nine-pointed star... Is it possible to have an endless end?"

With a cold smile, the mutilated Black Cross standing in the ruins returned to its original state in the blink of an eye, and endless black mist seemed to emerge from all directions from the ruins of the imperial capital, like a tide, surging and entangled, converging around Serol in a spiraling posture.

"Indeed... Not bound by this world, and having mastered the Holy Grail of the Nine-Pointed Star, you may really be able to create your own laws, but ......"

"Just 'maybe'... It's not enough to beat me!"

Boom ————

The terrifying sense of oppression, like a sound that spread to the surroundings, covered the entire imperial capital in an instant, shaking the living beings here.

knights, wizards, elves;

Humans, monsters, dragons... All "people" ......

Can't move!

"Poof!"

Lu Sien, who tried his best to get up, collapsed to the ground, and the extreme pain seemed to be crushed by a thousand heavy burdens on every inch of his body, both body and soul were like being held in the palm of a huge hand, which would shatter if he used force.

For the vampires who are most severely affected and distorted by the power of the Void, and who are closest to the existence of the Void, the oppression of them by the high-level "Void Evil Gods" is even more obvious.

The mere diffusion of the Void reaction is enough to pinch yourself to death... This is the Black Cross that Lord Loren is facing... Real strength?!

Lusen, who opened his mouth, couldn't say a word, but his body that was convulsing violently because of pain was unable to move, and he was "nailed" to the ground, and looked at Isaac, who was also half-dead on the side.

"Boom ————!"

The dragon roared like thunder.

Enzo, the Dragon King of Jufeng Mountain... Originating from the most ancient times, standing at the top of the biological chain of the material world, the king of the giant beasts of the wilderness... With his innate "dragon power", he ignored the oppression of the Black Cross.

【Serol !!!】

The roaring silver dragon spread its wings, and the figure standing in the center of the black mist swooped down.

In the face of the extremely angry dragon king, the sneering black cross did not even have the interest to raise his head, and the little finger of his left hand was raised slightly, and the black mist on his side suddenly rolled up a storm, like a spiral spear attacking the silver dragon.

Enzo, who did not dodge or dodge, opened his bloody mouth, and the golden red dragon flame breath gushed out, forcing the black mist storm back.

Two rays of light, one black and one red, constantly collided, torn, squeezed, and staggered under the dome shrouded in the maelstrom... Eventually, they converge into a dazzling ball of light that illuminates the Golovin Hills at midnight as bright as day.

"Boom ——!!!!"

A burst of light engulfs the silver dragon.

In the next second, Enzo, the roaring dragon king, tore the light apart and slammed straight into Seriel, who was protected by layers of black mist on the ground.

"Knock ——!"

Smoke and dust rolled up, and the earth shook.

Poof—

Blood gushed out, and a dragon claw covered in silver scales rose into the air a moment before it touched Serol.

In the next second, countless black mist tore the dragon's claws into thousands of shapeless pieces of flesh and blood.

"Even a beast dares to touch God?"

The cold words sounded, and the black cross's gaze raised for the first time, sweeping towards the silver dragon in front of him: "My mercy in letting you live in the world is really too indulgent. ”

"Eternal 'extinction' seems to be the best destination for you!"

[Huh?!]

The silver dragon, with its mutilated arm, raised its tail and aimed it at the top of the Black Cross's head, and fell down again.

"Poof!"

This time, before it even fell, the black mist that rose into the air instantly tore the dragon's tail apart.

The pain of his torn body tormented Enzo incessantly, and the Dragon King, who could no longer bear it, threw out his most powerful dragon flame breath at the Black Cross.

The flames lit up in the depths of the dragon's throat shimmered with dazzling light, the color of destruction and destruction, and no living creature in the world could survive under such a force—so close that not even Enzo himself was immune.

But... But it was not enough to destroy the Black Cross.

Enzo knew this.

The Battle for the Destruction of the Dragon Kingdom... He witnessed the despair of the desperate dragons, who gambled everything with the Black Cross and the evil gods, only to witness the despair of their enemies consumed by the flames before they were dying, and moments later unscathed.

But at the very least, it can cause Serol to be weakened for a moment.

That's enough.

For the dragon, which has been almost wiped out and survived to this day, he can once again see the culprit who caused the slaughter of his clan, and show his anger and unwillingness when he was injured......

That's enough!

A white light of destruction blooms over the ruins of the cathedral.

"Boom!"

The smoke and dust rolled, but the scream of the silver dragon fell!

"Just a beast, and you want to die with me? None of that is enough to describe your stupidity. ”

Listening to the terrible howl of the silver dragon, Seriel, who raised his left hand, rolled up a large black mist, which continued to sweep towards Enzo's body.

"Puff! poof!poof!poof......"

The endless black mist turned into a beast thirsting for flesh and blood, constantly biting at the body of the silver dragon, sucking blood, tugging at flesh, chewing on bones... Engulfed the still struggling bright silver body into a bottomless black.

The indestructible scales were crushed, and the devastating dragon flame was obliterated before it could erupt, and the battered body under siege kept rolling and struggling, trying to shake off the black mist from its body.

And Seriel, who raised his left hand, had already aimed his palm at the head of the silver dragon.

"Even if it's not enough to hurt me in the slightest, but the stupidity of arrogance... There is still a price to pay. Raising his gaze, Seriel's expression was resolute:

"In the past, I would have made you miserable and then, after hope was dashed again and again, I chose to beg me to give me an end - but now I don't have that much to spare, so I ......"

"Thank me for my kindness, lowly scum!"

In an instant, the black mist that covered Enzo's whole body dissipated, and the black mist condensed in his palm turned into a substantial greatsword, the shape of which was almost no different from the "Dawn" greatsword of the Turin family.

It's just that the size has been magnified hundreds of times, which is enough... Through the Dragon!

Phew————

The wind is howling.

Seliol's eyes widened.

The "black sword" that stabbed at the silver dragon stopped in front of the amber dragon's eyes.

Blocking the tip of the great sword was a small, barely visible in front of the blade... Nine-pointed Star Magic Array.

The silver dragon, who had narrowly escaped death, collapsed in the ruins, a pool of blood overflowing beneath him.

"Loren Turin——!!!!

In the storm of black mist, Loren weakly hooked the corners of his mouth.

The clothes on his upper body were almost completely shattered, leaving only two cultivators with the last few pieces of torn rags, and a ring hollow pierced his chest at the location of his heart, and the gray-blue pus and blood around the hollow pooled, leaving a circular scar.

This is the price that must be paid to forcibly open the third valve with the Holy Grail - the moment the valve is opened, the power directly erases the heart in order to make his body more inclined to the void.

In other words, he is now half dead.

Relying on the power of the second valve, the black-haired wizard finally didn't die on the spot because his heart stopped beating (because his heart was gone), but even so......

Hmm——!!!!

Trembling, Loren clenched his teeth, his expression almost distorted.

Hurt... It hurts so much!

Even if the power of the void is used to maintain the normal functioning of the body, it is still not enough to ignore the lost heart.

In the final analysis, Loren, who is completely one with soul and matter, is not a "creature" of the rules of this world, so he can ignore the law and directly use the Holy Grail on his body to forcibly open the third valve, but that does not mean that he does not have to pay the price.

The most direct point - for the evil gods such as Black Cross or Asrael, the destruction of their bodies, even if they are torn into a pool of shapeless flesh, will not be able to hurt their roots at all.

But if Loren is decapitated and "resurrected" by various means before he loses consciousness, then he will definitely die!

With a gasp, Loren, who was almost unconscious, immediately came back to his senses.

But this change in an instant naturally can't escape the eyes of the black cross.

"Do you want to do this kind of useless struggle with your dying body?" Serol, who was shrouded in black mist, could no longer see his expression clearly:

"What a pathetic, Loren Turin!"

"Even if you open the third valve by suicide, how do you plan to defeat me now, and what can you change?!"

"Then it's not your turn!"

The spear "Dragon's Tooth" burst through the air and stabbed straight at the face door of the Black Cross.

The sneering Serol raised his right hand and waved it sharply.

In an instant, the body of the spear was torn apart, and the remaining tip of the Mithril spear was wrapped in an endless black mist, and disappeared without a trace.

Loren tugged at the corners of his mouth in pain.

"Bell. ”

In the black mist, the sound of the tip of the gun falling to the ground sounded.

At the same moment, Black Cross suddenly changed color—he felt it, the nine-pointed star magic array that suddenly opened in the black mist.

Spells, dreams.

Like dew and water vapor in the early morning, the black mist covering the tip of the spear dissipated at a speed visible to the naked eye, and centered on the magic array, continuously expelling the power of the surrounding void from the material world.

"Bell ——!"

At the same moment as the sparks exploded, the figure of the black-haired wizard had already rushed within three steps of Serol, and the "Dawn" greatsword was stopped above his head by a black mist that turned into substance.

"You ......"

"Surprised?" Loren, who hooked the corners of his mouth, snapped: "Nothing to be surprised of, I am a wizard; ”

"So I've carved a magic circle of dreams into the tip of the dragon's fang, which will activate at the slightest touch—it's not realistic to expel you, but it's definitely enough to create a chance. ”

Looking at the magic array that was constantly expelling his Void Power from afar, Seriel's expression was hideous.

His right index finger cocked and jerked to the ground.

"Boom ——!"

At the moment of thunder and explosion, the last ruins of Golovin Cathedral were also shattered in purple lightning.

The electric light dissipated.

The silver dragon, dying, lay in the blood-soaked ruins.

The black cross with a very difficult expression to see was staring at the black-haired wizard with the corners of his mouth cocked.

Above the ruins, there is a cracked, translucent wall... Blocked the thunder that fell from the sky.

Spell, perseverance as ice.

Bang!

The ice shattered.

At that moment, the two who had reached a "tacit understanding" moved at the same time, and the black mist and the sword blade attacked each other.

A short distance of three steps, but the distance between life and death.

For Seriol, this meant fighting his least fortified melee combat, even if he regained his strength, and the black-haired wizard who had the upper hand ran the risk of being killed at any moment.

Opening the third valve is just a chance to fight fairly, and the difference in strength between the two sides is still crushing!

The battle between the two sides continued, and before the magic array of the Ranmeng could expel the power of the void, it was torn to pieces by the surging black mist, and the tip of the "dragon's tooth" spear that was blown away fell steadily in Loren's palm.

Then there was a "pop!" and a snap of his fingers slightly.

Spells, Turin fire.

"Boom ——!"

The golden-red flames blew away the black mist, and the black cross, whose face was as heavy as water, raised his gaze, stared at the "Dawn" greatsword that rolled up the flames and attacked him, and raised his right hand.

"Bell!"

Just as the Black Cross was about to be split in two, the flaming blade was grasped by the withered hand!

The flames dissipated, and the force and the wave of qi set off by the impact force tore the hood of the Black Cross to shreds, revealing that hideous and terrifying expression.

The black-haired wizard whose sword was grabbed had a solemn face to the extreme.

"That's right, Loren Turin... You gambled everything to open this third valve and gain the power to confront me. Seliol's voice was hoarse:

"But you obviously didn't understand to open the third valve... This is the power to control everything... What exactly does that mean. ”

"Strength, wisdom, body, soul... The third valve is not what you can imagine with your superficial thinking to the extreme!"

Bell Boom –

A crisp note sounded, and the Mithril greatsword "Dawn", which had been passed down for hundreds of years, was in the hands of those withered trees......

Fold it in two!

Loren's eyes widened in disbelief, and his consciousness went into a brief void.

Broken......

The big sword "Dawn" was actually ......

"Loren Turin!"

A familiar cry rang in my ears.

In that instant, the one-armed knight rushing up from under the rubble knocked Loren out of the way, and the sword swept back the black mist.

"Now is not a good time for you to be surprised!"

The angry Oath Knight looked at the black-haired wizard with astonishment written on his face, and the black mist that the broken "Bright Star" sword kept attacking, left and right.

Enzo, the silver dragon who was slumped in a pool of blood, also got up weakly at this time, roaring and spitting dragon flames, barely blocking the black mist sweeping in all directions.

Holding the broken "Dawn" in half, Loren, who was in great pain, stood up again and looked at Serol.

The hideous and terrifying Black Cross was looking at all of them with an anger mixed with mixed emotions:

"A stranger who does not belong to this world, a beast that lingers......," he said coldly, in a low voice.

"Plus a dog of the Holy Cross... Okay, very good, you lonely ghosts who dare to resist me have finally come together, and I will find you one by one and pinch you to death. ”

"At the end of this world, let me bestow upon you rebels the highest courtesy and honor, and witness ...... for yourself."

"My... Dream World!"