In front of the Golovin Cathedral, Serol, standing on the edge of the "giant tower", squinted his eyes and looked down on the city at his feet.

his city.

He could clearly feel that he controlled every grass and tree in the city, every corner, every brick and stone... Even every life, living or dead, is under its control.

A dream that is combined with the information of the void... Completely different.

My emotions are fluctuating violently and becoming more and more uncontrollable... Maybe it's because of the sense of accomplishment that is about to be accomplished, or maybe it's from the humble and unwilling ambition of Fanecis.

But either way, your body is gradually changing—and it's a price, and it's a price to bear at the same time two completely contradictory forces, no matter what.

Apart from... Loren Torino.

Seliol frowned slightly.

Once upon a time, he was full of expectations and desires for him, and the body that completely did not abide by the rules of this world was the container that was most suitable for the "body" that controlled the world - if he could obediently obey his fate, why should he occupy a humble mortal body?

With a sigh, Serol shook his head... No, I've given him so many opportunities that I've even allowed him to become a being who can challenge and threaten him, a weapon used by those who resist to harm him.

Destroy him, ravage him, wipe him out completely, let him be destroyed in despair... Only in this way can those stupid people understand the cost of rebelling against themselves.

A mere stranger from another world, also delusional to challenge himself who is about to become the master of this world?

A mere stranger......

Outlander......

"Boom ————"

Purple lightning rained down from the sky, shattering a boulder at the edge of the cathedral, and the elven girl who was close at hand was so frightened that she curled up behind Serol and threw herself to the ground.

"Sheila. ”

"Yes, yes!" the elven girl who heard her name quickly replied, her knees and elbows supporting her small curled body, and she quickly moved her head in the direction of Serol.

"Next, I'm going to go into the church. Seriel's face was expressionless, as if he were looking at a dead thing, looking down at the elven girl who was respectful to him:

"You're staying here and not allowing anyone to come in or out. ”

In, in, out... Shela's expression changed slightly, desperately hiding the horror in her heart.

Listening to the tone of the other party, it seems that not only outsiders will attack it, but there will even be guys who have escaped from the cathedral.

And I'm going to stay here alone, and at the same time stop these two groups of people - the soldiers of the Empire, the wizards, the Knights of Oath, the Night's Watch and the Witchers, and possibly the Dragons... And Loren Turin.

The elf girl who guessed what she was going to do in a second, her body trembled even more.

"That's right, you're going to die. The indifferent Seriel pierced the fear in the elven girl's heart at a glance: "But for those who serve faithfully, I will never hesitate to reward." ”

"Stop them, I'll make you the Eagle King of the Azores for the next era... After conquering the Sakran Empire with your own hands. ”

The words fell, and almost at the same time, the elf girl's eyes widened in shock.

"Re-experience a war of aggression, turn the tide of the war on your own, become the hero of the Azorean elves, abdicate the Eagle King and make way for Xian, crowned and crowned, let the once high adults bow down to you, and the thorn in the eye once grovels to you... That's what your heart desires, isn't it?"

A cold sneer flashed across Serial's cheeks.

That's right, that's the sad thing about them.

The existence of the material world is forever eager to obtain more material and the right to dominate other lives;

The existence of the Void World is forever hungry for more information and control over other beings;

Their innate limitations make their ambitions and desires forever confined to one domain—vast amounts of information that cannot be fully utilized, mountains of material that can never be used in a fraction of them, and the fact that it is impossible to truly control such a huge amount of power, or the tireless pursuit of it......

They are always so stupid and ridiculous, and they are always so easy to satisfy and take advantage of.

"Stay here, don't allow anyone to come in or out... I will grant your wishes. ”

"Yes!"

The elf girl who hurriedly agreed sank her head and stuck to the ground to express her loyalty.

The expressionless Serol no longer looked at her, looked up at the Golovin Cathedral, which was already close at hand, with a solemn expression, and walked towards the church gate step by step.

"Smack!"

Heavy footsteps on the stairs.

"Smack!"

Blood splattered from the stairs, staining the edges of his boots and the hem of his robes.

The indifferent Seriel deliberately stepped on the blood of the Knights of Oath every time he fell, as if on purpose.

"Smack!"

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

"Boom ——!!!!"

There was another roar, and huge tentacles rained down from the sky, raising puffs of smoke and dust in the sand of the arena.

The red-haired girl who gritted her teeth was knocked away by the wave of air that rolled up, and forced her body to maintain her balance, facing the oncoming second black shadow.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, so slow that Vera could even clearly feel the movement of every muscle in herself, the flow of every drop of blood.

There is also the touch and weight of the "bright silver" hilt that comes from the palm of your hand.

"Poof!"

Gray-blue sword flashes through the air, splitting the tentacle in two.

The body fell from the sky, and Vera's eyes, which were rolling in the sand, could no longer see the previous despair and confusion, and her bloodshot eyes were like staring at her prey, staring at the huge figure of the evil god's body.

Because she knew that there was no way back for her.

The perimeter of the arena is surrounded by thousands of rotting demons, and the only way to get out is to be torn alive by them;

The only way is to do everything in your power to kill the brainless monster in front of you, and then kill a bloody path when the rotting corpse demons outside rush in.

As for what to do after "Kill a Bloody Road", where to go... Vera didn't know at all, she couldn't think of such a far away.

If only Edward were here, with that guy who is always afraid of trouble but has a good brain, he doesn't have to think about these things at all, and he can just fight the enemy wholeheartedly.

As she thought wildly, the red-haired girl dodged a tentacle that swept overhead, and the parrying sword in her left hand tore through the layers of the tentacle, spraying blood and thick pulp.

"Ahh

Vera, soaked in pus, screamed and threw herself to the side as she resisted the urge to vomit.

The foul-smelling pus is disgusting, but more importantly, it emanates from it so strong that it is like a substance, the power of the void, eroding the human body.

"Boom ————!!!!"

With a roar, the originally flat sand finally sank.

Almost at the same time, two branches erupted from the thick tentacles, one up and down, intertwining towards the red-haired girl.

Vera, who was retching on the ground, hurriedly got up, running for her life while not forgetting to throw a "Force Impact" behind her.

Poof——!

A clear wave of air swept by, severing one of the halves - the Force Impact, "improved" by Edward the Night's Watch, was launched with a sword blade, as long as the wave was fast and sharp enough, it could even cut through gold and iron.

Vera, whose eyes widened, desperately suppressed her physical discomfort;

In order to escape here, he has used too many high-level spells and bright silver lightsabers, and his spiritual power is already approaching the limit, and if he continues, sooner or later he will be completely devoured by the power of the void, and it cannot be reversed.

"Bang!"

The tentacles that have been cut off are still moving, and the red-haired girl who has no time to dodge is pumped away.

Vera, who didn't even scream, felt a drowsy consciousness, falling like a broken sack, tumbling on the sand, rolling up clouds of dust.

"Huh... Ha... Ha ......"

Gasping for breath, Vera, who was in severe pain in her chest, got up groggily, and in her trance-like vision, she could only see one or several black shadows coming towards her.

Can't fall down;

Myself... You can't just fall like that;

At least, at least it must, it must......

Kill this monster and go to hell.

"Ahhhhh......h

The screaming red-haired girl propped herself up with her will, roaring at the tentacles that were coming at her, and two more gray-blue patterns appeared directly below her eyes.

High-order spells, beyond perception.

"Poof——!

The gray-blue sword light lit up again, splitting the tentacles that stabbed the red-haired girl in two in the middle, and pus and blood rained down.

Almost at the same time, Vera's figure had disappeared from the spot, and she ran wildly towards the body of the evil god's shell in the direction of the tentacle.

The Evil God Shell... No matter how powerful it is, no matter how powerful it is, no matter how powerful it is, it is still controlled by a simple condensed "consciousness", and the location of this "consciousness" is at the top of its body, its head......

So things get pretty simple.

Rush up and cut off its head!

The running figure tugged at the gray-blue streamer, all the way to the torn tentacles directly above the flesh-and-blood body.

"Boom ————!!!!"

The perceptual body of the evil god began to fight back, full of abscesses, and tentacles erupted from the muddy body, attacking the red-haired girl like a rain of arrows from every possible angle.

There's nowhere to dodge, so don't dodge.

"Puff——!puff puff......"

The gray-blue sword swirled in Vera's hands, sweeping, stabbing, and splitting.

She was like a dancer, the gray-blue light constantly wandering around her body, with speed and agility that ordinary people could not achieve with ordinary vision and reactions, completing one wonderful and unmistakable standard movement after another—any tentacle that was about to touch her body was blocked from a single step.

Dodge, break through, run wildly, run straight and go unstoppable. The gray-blue sword was like an arrow shot at the door of the evil god's shell, and whatever stood in front of it would be torn to pieces.

The red-haired girl covered in pus gritted her teeth, and her body on the verge of collapse could clearly feel the energy that was rapidly being consumed, as well as the power of the void that had begun to erode her body.

The feeling was like countless insects devouring and biting their brains and flesh, and the pain was indescribable.

Myself... Probably there was really no hope of getting out alive from here.

Leaving behind Peter Fasa and refusing to listen to Edward's self, he will eventually pay the price for his willfulness and willfulness, and die in such a damned place without a name.

The red-haired girl lifted her face, her bloodshot eyes staring at the very top of the evil god's shell.

But ah... It is precisely because there is no hope that we can be more unscrupulous... Slaughter you wretched!

"Boom ——————!!!!"

"Ahh——!!!!h

The roar of the god's shell and Vera's roar rang out over the arena at the same time.

The two thickest tentacles, one left and one right, exploded into tens of millions of small tentacles in the air, sweeping towards the red-haired girl who had already rushed to the head of the blood god's body.

Once, you only have one chance.

The bright silver in the right hand was replaced by the "spellcaster" in the left hand, and the gray-blue sword light was lit up again, and unlike before, the sword light began to tremble.

"Puff——!puff puff......"

The strafing tentacles exploded patches of pus on the body of the evil god's body, and from time to time they brushed the red-haired girl's figure, which was no longer dodging and blindly running wildly, tearing open one blood stain after another.

It's fast, it's fast.

Already... It's within ten steps.

Vera raised her sword in both hands and stabbed it at the head of the god's shell.

Then, leap to your feet.

"Death—ahhh——!!!!!h

Bang——!

A sudden tentacle slammed the red-haired girl away.

"Click!"

There was a crisp sound of bones breaking when it hit the tentacle - Vera, who gritted her teeth and endured the pain, her arms and wrists were twisted out of shape, and she "swirled" in the air at an absolutely abnormal angle, and her uncontrollable and loosened palm, along with the blade in her hand, came out of her hand.

The gray-blue sword that exuded incomparably rage and could tear apart all its power swirled in the air, gradually dissipating little by little, and then falling directly below.

For a moment, Vera was like ashes.

It's over, it's over... The final blow of his life was over.

Staring at the falling sword was like staring at the last hope shattered, and the despair it turned into fell as quickly as possible.

No, no, no, this is already me, I ......

It's the last thing I can do!

"Ahhhh......!!!!h

The unwilling and desperate screams echoed in the roar of the evil god's body.

Right now, right in the next second......

"Bell ——!"

A crisp and melodious sound of a sonorous sounded suddenly.

Well?!

Vera, who thought it was just an auditory hallucination, widened her eyes, and a white light flashed, hitting the tail of the hilt of the "Bright Silver" sword with unmistakable accuracy.

The gray-blue sword glow shimmered like a meteor that pulled up a white tail flame, and again... Fly.

Across the sky!