"Dream... That's right, Loren Turin exhausted all that his ridiculously shallow imagination could conceive, against the means that relied on the power of the void to be effective... It works, but it comes at a high cost;"

"You're not a freak like him, the Void power alone is enough to kill you, not to mention fighting the enemy with a completely closed vision and all spells;

A trick that is slightly stronger than suicide... Most people would rather flee for their lives or commit suicide. ”

"So if you're really going to give up the rest of the more cost-effective high-level spells and fill your small spiritual hall with this half-finished product that is obviously 'transformed' from other spells, of course I won't object, but ......"

“...... Answer me truthfully, how determined are you?"

The recruit, who had fallen into the darkness and quickly adapted himself to the feeling of being repelled by the power of the void, rushed to the place where the High King stood in his memory with a blank face, the blades of his hands cutting through the air without a sound.

Yes, it's just the teachings of Master Dalton Khand.

"This spell is regional and will work on everyone, so the first problem you have to solve is not to lose the power of the Void, but how to face the darkness;"

"You're scared, you're going to want to run away, you're going to lose your mind, your heart is racing, you're short of breath, your muscles are shaking, your limbs are cold, you're going to faint for a short time – the only thing you have to do is restrain it. ”

And the best way to restrain your fear is to have a deeper fear — to think of someone you fear deeply, to recall their voice, their expression, to imagine that he is right behind you, to keep your sanity and a beating heart steady with a shudder. ”

In the dim darkness, the recruit's back was cold, and the cold touch pierced his mind from behind, and his consciousness was as clear as if he had just been stabbed in front of him.

The consciousness that runs wildly with the body seems to have returned to the "dark" training time - no time to think, no preparation.

The killing machine of hand-to-hand combat is in the next moment.

"Poof——!

The silver sword in the recruit's hand slashed, and in the darkness without light, it accurately split the corrupting demon in front of him, and with a twist of his body, he bypassed the enemies rushing on both sides with the obstacle formed by the corpse of the corrosive demon.

In the next second, the non-stop recruits pulled out their sharp blades with both hands and broke straight in the direction of the dwarven "former" Supreme King!

A steady stream of corrupted demons is still pouring into the palace of kings—they may be fighting on their own, they may be irrational, they may not have any order and discipline at all;

But their number is the biggest obstacle.

"Ahhhh——!!!!h

The roaring recruits show no signs of stopping, even picking up their pace, swinging their blades to split through the "obstacles" that stand in their way, but showing no sign of dodging when confronted by the enemy, charging at any cost.

The shoulder was cut, the arm was bitten, the ribcage was badly injured, and the foot was almost fallen...... The recruit, who was already covered in bruises in just a few seconds, took advantage of the darkness to fight his way out of the corrosive demon group!

Getting closer... Even if you can't see with your eyes, the recruits can instinctively feel it... The distance between himself and the Supreme King is getting closer and closer!

"Well, if you overcome the simplest and most straightforward fear of solitude, the next thing you will face is another problem that can never be avoided. ”

"Innate... Strength gap. ”

The recruit, covered in blood, broke through the ant-like enemy, smashed the jaw of a corrupting demon with a backhand elbow, raised the silver sword in his hand, and aimed at the position of the Supreme King in his impression.

Ten steps, eight steps, five steps... Three steps.

Chop!

"Bell ——!"

The sound of metal clashing.

In the darkness, the tip of the silver sword was once again stopped by the battle axe, and it was only a fraction of a millimeter before the blade could once again pierce the already "unshaped" head of the High King.

But the difference is... This time, there was no second "recruit" to cover him from behind and fight for his chance, and the recruit, who was in the dark and surrounded by countless enemies, had no room to retreat.

In front of him, there is an unknown and powerful enemy, and behind him, there is a monster that can break him into pieces.

Again... Any retreat!

"You think... Closed in light, and the power of the void... I'm an old and useless fellow, can I be easily defeated?" said the High King, his voice made strange as his throat was pierced by the Mithril Hidden Blade:

"It's the same as that idiot just now... You underestimate me too much, and you underestimate the Lord of Yunling!"

"Compared to those of you who live in the sun, the darkness... I know me as well as home!"

"Bell ——!"

There was another sound of blades scraping, and the tomahawk slashed across the spine of the silver sword, and just as it was about to slash the recruit's neck, the Mithril dagger that stood in front of the throat stopped the blade at the last moment.

It's just a fraction of a centimeter.

"I definitely don't mean to underestimate you... A lackey of the evil gods. Taking a deep breath, the recruit trembled with a crying voice:

"That's right... Alchemy bombs, mythril weapons, high-level spells... None of this is enough to defeat you, I'm not the Duke of Loren Turin, what I can do... It's just too limited. ”

"But now, under the power of the 'Dream', His Majesty the High King... There is no difference between you and us, mortals in the flesh. Even though he couldn't see anything, the tear-stained recruit's eyes widened:

"You can be killed without the power of the Void. ”

"And I... will kill you!"

In response to him, the High King snorted disapprovingly:

"Hubris. ”

"Ahhhh——!!!!h

With endless hatred in his eyes, the hysterical roaring recruit swung his battle axe, and the dual swords in his hands poured into the power of his whole body, stabbing straight forward.

Poof——!

Pus splattered, and the tip of the sword was once again stopped by the piercing tentacles, passing by the target, and almost at the same time, a strange sound came from the chest of the High King again, and in the darkness, the battle axe wrapped in the tentacles slashed head-on with a thousand powers!

“...... Even if you can really master this kind of high-level spell with powerful effects and equally powerful side effects, the difference in strength is still obvious. ”

As he approached death, the recruit, whose axe blade slipped through his cheek, heard Dalton Kander's voice again:

"The power of the Void... Unlike the material world, it follows the absolute principle of 'the law of the jungle' - a strong force can absolutely suppress the weaker side, and the probability of resistance is very small. ”

"Even if you can bend the law, your pitifully weak Void Power is nothing to mention in front of monsters and evil god apostles... In the same way, the suppression of the 'dreams of the Ran' that you dominate is extremely limited. ”

"So even if everything really goes well, the probability that you can defeat them should be ......"

“...... Less than 1 in 10,000. ”

With the "Dream of Thought", the energy is rapidly depleting, and the body's backlash by the power of the void is becoming more and more obvious... Even if you don't get killed by the High King, I'm afraid you won't be able to leave alive.

But... Doesn't matter.

As long as you can kill it, as long as you can end this war, as long as you can get revenge... Even if you can't go back, it doesn't matter.

Even if you break your bones and drain the last drop of blood, you are certain to die... I'm going to drag you to hell too!

"Bell ——!"

The silver sword that severed the tentacles was stopped by the axe blade, but the High King, who was in the dark, was also unable to judge the exact location of the recruits, so he could only block them by instinct.

But in the recruit's left hand, there is another Mithril dagger!

The moment before the tentacle climbed up to his right arm, the recruit decisively let go of the hilt of his sword, crouched down sharply, and clenched the last sharp blade in his hand, and the silver sword entangled in the tentacle was already swung at him from left to right with the battle axe.

Both sides were too late to dodge or parry, and they pinned their hopes on the next attack.

This is the moment.

"Give Me ——!!!! Death"

The roaring recruit did not dodge, but did not hesitate to lunge towards the chest of the High King.

"Die, ahh——!!!!hh

The dagger stabbed between the neck of the High King.

At that moment, the High King, who had lost the power of the void and had been pierced through his throat, trembled in pain.

At that moment, it was as if I was experiencing the pain of dying before.

But... It's only for a moment.

"Poof——!

The shiny silver sword stabbed into the recruit's chest along with its tentacles, and the sound of metal and bone grinding between the torn flesh and skin was heard.

A smile of surprise froze on the recruit's face.

"I reminded you... Don't underestimate me. A ghostly voice came from behind the recruits:

"Think you can defeat me as long as you have the courage to die together?"

"Who gave you the courage to be so arrogant?"

As the words fell, the battleaxe, wrapped in tentacles, squeezed the cold blade of the axe into the recruit's chest little by little—the squeezed, smashed ribs made a piercing and unsettling sound.

One, two, three...... Left arm, right arm, thigh, waist and abdomen, collarbone...... Countless tentacles pierced the recruit's body from front and back, and again and again, fragments of broken organs mixed with blood erupted from his nostrils, mouth, and eye sockets.

"It's not... Who gave the courage ......"

Trembling to prop up his body, the recruit who was bleeding from his mouth turned his head with great difficulty—even if he couldn't see anything in the dark, he still desperately kept his eyes open.

It's as if the other party is looking at themselves.

"But from the beginning... I'm ready to die with you......"

"Your Majesty the High King... Under the witness of the dream and I... Let's go to hell together!"

Well?!

What the?!

That's right... I'm too weak......

Weak enough that even if you risk your life, you are still no match for monsters, and so weak that you can only exert one-tenth of the effect of "Screaming Dreams" with all your might, and you can't even completely suppress the enemy's Void Power.

But one thing is certain.

That is, under the "Dream of Ran", whether it is a monster or an apostle of the evil god... It can be killed!

Poof——!

The silver sword pierced through the recruit's chest, reaching out from behind and striking the High King in the heart with precision.

"Ahhhh——!!!!!h

For the first time, the ferocious and monstrous Supreme King let out a terrible scream.

The trembling recruit used all his strength to clench the handle of the tomahawk that had penetrated into the abdomen, and with the strength of his whole body, he stabbed it directly out of the lower back.

The High King, with his mouth wide open, threw his head back sharply, the pain so severe that he could no longer make a sound in his throat, and his body trembled violently like that of a recruit.

And also... The final blow.

The right hand clenching the dagger raised little by little, and the tip of the blood-stained blade was aimed at the door of the High King's face and between his eyebrows.

But it didn't fall behind.

The trembling fingers flagged slightly, and the dagger slipped from the palm of his hand, leaving only a bloody streak on the High King's cheek.

Almost at the same time, the surrounding darkness gradually dissipated, and the bright sunlight once again shone into the palace of kings filled with smoke and corpses.

The tentacles were released, and the recruit's body collapsed uncontrollably in a pool of blood, trembling and convulsing, and the eyes burning with anger were rapidly cooling.

Knot, over?

"Heheha...... Dead, all dead! all dead! sure enough... They're not my opponents, I'm invincible!hahahaha......"

The surviving High King laughed wildly in an almost hysterical voice.

Until there was a chill behind him.

"Poof——!

The cold blade once again pierced his heart from behind!

"So... I hate recruits... Obviously, they told him to let him escape, so he had to stay on his own......"

An incomparably weak voice sounded faintly behind the High King:

"I don't listen to commands, I have a lot of blood, I don't have the consciousness of a warrior... What's the difference... Always like to be self-righteous......"

The stunned High King turned his head and looked at Carl Colin in disbelief, as he rose from a pool of blood, forgetting that he had a long sword stuck in his chest.

"You're still alive?!"

"Almost died. The witcher looked at him indifferently, and his left arm pressed the rune on the back of his neck: "Because some... For a special reason, the rune I carved on the back of my neck is not the same transcendent perception as other companions, but a more unpopular ......"

"High-level spells, death at the moment - very out of the way, something that no one wants to use, but especially useful when it matters most.

Of course, because of the fact that some recruit who left behind on his own initiative opened the 'Dream of Ran' to block all the power of the void, I almost couldn't wait for the moment when it took effect. ”

"But now......" Carl Colin's cold gaze stayed on the battered figure in the pool of blood, and weakly raised the remaining Mithril Hidden Blade in his right hand and aimed it at the face of the High King:

"I'm sorry, can you go down and be with him... I can't let my own soldiers go on the road alone. ”

The witcher's voice trembled, desperately trying to suppress his anger.

"Just you, just you?!" the High King sneered:

"Who the hell is going to hell?!"

"Of course you go to hell, Your Majesty the High King. ”

The witcher's eyes widened suddenly, and the corners of his mouth faintly curled up to point to the sky in the distance outside the palace of the kings: "Alas, what is that?"

"Ha! This kind of old-fashioned little trick can't be more old-fashioned, even for our upright people of Yunling... Huh?!"

"That's... UFO ——?!"