The Yunling Kingdom, which lasted for three years of civil war, fell into a sea of fire in the melee, and the palace of kings shrouded in black smoke and corrosive demon howls, a bloody battle was about to begin.

Rather, a one-sided massacre.

It seems that because he has not yet been able to fully adapt to the "small changes" brought to his body by the Holy Blood Elixir, the expression of the former "Supreme King" is extremely strange, mixed with a thin calm and a crazy distortion at the same time.

He didn't need to do it at all, because there were already enough "puppets" to do it for him.

Hordes of Corrupted Demons continued to pour out around the main hall, frantically pounced on the two isolated Demon Hunters, and in the face of dozens or even hundreds of times more enemies, the two who had nowhere to escape could only do their best, fighting the Corrupted Demons who surrounded them as they went.

However, no matter how many kills they take, or even how many times they gain the upper hand, the final result is doomed to be in vain... In the underground of the Hall of Kings, the number of corrosive demons is not tens or hundreds, but tens of thousands!

In the face of sheer numbers, unless the strength of an individual is strong enough to form a qualitative change, it is impossible to turn the tide of the battle - the final outcome is either to die of exhaustion, or to be completely overwhelmed by an endless number of enemies, silent.

This is... Overwhelming strength and disparity.

"Bell ——!"

Gritting his teeth, Carl Colin slashed off the head of the oncoming Corrosive Demon with a backhand, and his right arm shot out of the crossbow between the eyebrows of another enemy.

"I can't go on any longer!" the witcher slid and dodged, and the recruits behind him immediately reflexively slashed his sword and pierced the jumping corrosive demon through his head: "I don't want to be so columsy, and be exhausted to death without even touching a single hair of the enemy!"

"Recruits, we're going to have to change our tactics. ”

"Yes!" Martin Nerton shouted at the top of his voice, staring at the figure of the Dwarven High King, never letting him out of his vision, "Captain, please give orders!"

"Very good......" Carl Colin's eyes moved: "In a while, I will find a way to break through the past, use the surrounding corrosive demons to form a blind spot, and launch a surprise attack on His Majesty the 'former' Supreme King from the side, and strive for a one-hit kill - the opportunity is rare, the success rate is extremely low, do you know what you should do?"

“...... Know. ”

The recruit bit his lower lip tightly, trying his best not to tremble, and his eyes were resolute: "I will launch a feint from the front as bait to attract his attention as much as possible and fight for your opportunity." ”

"No, quite the opposite... You have to take advantage of this rare opportunity to do your best to fight your way out of the corrupting demons next to you, and then find a way to get out of the cloud peak. ”

"Huh?!"

The recruit froze, nearly snapping his neck off by the corrosive demon that pounced on him.

"Otherwise, do you think you're going to save the world?" Carl Colin glanced at him and snorted disdainfully, "Do what you have to do, do what you can do - don't forget, why you came to Cloud Peak!"

"We have obtained the most critical information about the civil war in the Yunling Kingdom, and the next thing is to send it to the Duke as soon as possible and put an end to it once and for all—this is what you should do, it is worth a thousand times more than you die here for that boring revenge... Do you understand?!"

"Clear, clear ——!"

"I hope you really understand. The witcher took a deep breath and locked his gaze on the High King:

"Remember, sometimes run away... There is nothing to be ashamed of. ”

"Looking ahead, procrastinating, emotional, not responsible... It's a shame. ”

"Yes!" shouted the recruit without hesitation, equally determined.

As the words fell, Carl Colin left an afterimage in place, and the "caster" with his left hand open did not hesitate to crush the blue rune in his palm.

High-order spells, beyond perception.

Since you have to fight, you naturally have to go all out.

Almost at the same time, a trace of coldness flashed in the heart of the demon hunter, and instinctively jumped forward, which was worthy of the sudden attack of the two corrosive demons, and the "Mithril" dagger that slipped out of the scabbard behind his waist landed precisely in the palm of his left hand.

"May the void... With you——!"

Gray-blue sword rays slashed through the torsos of the two corrosive demons, and the flesh eroded by the void quickly shrank, "burning" like charcoal, turning into flying ashes.

"Huh?"

The "former" Supreme King in the distance finally noticed the "little" abnormality here, and his lips completely turned black and purple with a sneer:

"Little trick. ”

The High King raised his right hand, and the originally chaotic Corrosive Golem suddenly received an order, and launched a surprise attack on the demon hunter from all directions and angles.

There is no way to avoid it......

Then there's no need to dodge!

As if they had a heart in their hearts, the two witchers rushed in the direction of the High King from the left and right sides, each desperate at the same time.

It's on the left... Or on the right?

The High King narrowed his gloomy eyes and waved his hand mercilessly forward, and the beastly Corrupted Demon split into two teams like an "army", dividing and surrounding the two demon hunters who wanted to break through.

Doesn't matter... Because you all have to die!

Because of the dilemma of losing their respective cover and being forced to fight separately, the momentum of the breakthrough has been greatly reduced, and even a unilateral attack and defense has become very difficult in the case of being alone.

Carl Colin's expression became a little more gloomy, and a pair of fierce eyes in the blue pattern were surrounded by bloodshots.

At that moment, he was like a beast that had finally woken up from his sleep.

The leaping Corrupt Demon swooped down from sixty degrees in front of him, the monsters on either side were already aiming their claws and fangs at his arms and limbs, and the enemies behind him were eyeing the back of his neck and back......

In the overwhelming howl, it seemed as if the next moment this witcher would be torn into countless pieces of minced flesh.

Faced with the desperate situation of being surrounded, Carl Colin, who lowered his head, still unhurriedly put away the "Mithril" dagger and pressed his left hand on the spine of the silver hand half-sword.

On the cold steel, a converging wail sounded.

High-level spells, Force Impact.

"Puff ————!"

As a flower, it is decorated with skulls and corpses, and the sky is full of blood plasma that splatters around at the same time.

Flowers bloom!

The High King's eyes widened, and his face changed.

"I'm sorry, I'm not Edward - the technique of pouring Force Impact into the spine of a sword is still too difficult for me. ”

Saying that the other party couldn't understand the words, Carl Colin said truthfully and lightly: "This amount is already the limit." ”

"Deliberately separated, in order to reduce the pressure of breaking through......" The Supreme King's expression was hideous: "I see, that kid is just your bait to distract me?!"

"No, but you can feel that way. ”

As the words fell, the Demon Hunter jumped up without warning, turning into an afterimage and attacking the High King!

In the next moment, I saw that the corrupt demons who were still encircling Martin Nilton had already left behind this recruit who was difficult to protect themselves, and pounced from behind Carl Colin.

Carl Colin's face changed, and he removed the last alchemy bomb from his back and threw it backwards without looking.

"Boom ————!!!!"

The deafening sound of the explosion was mixed with a terrible scream, and the billowing smoke instantly filled the entire palace of the kings, blocking the corrosive demons and obscuring the view of the High King.

Now is the time.

"Bell ——!"

The battle axe, wrapped in flesh tentacles, forcibly stopped the sword of the "Mithril" dagger, and the violently colliding axe blades made a piercing crashing sound and burst into flames.

But no matter how they collided, the gray-blue sword could not get even half a step closer, and was stopped at a distance half a step away from the head of the Supreme King.

"I'm the King of the Cloud Mountains, and it's not as easy as it seems. The High King, with a hideous expression, made a low and eerie voice from his throat:

"Duke Byrne's lackey, you underestimate me!"

The strong tentacles exerted further pressure, causing the sword to approach the witcher little by little.

"No, I don't mean to underestimate you. Carl Colin said coldly: "Actually, I am ready to die together." ”

The bewildered High King's eyes widened, and he saw that the Demon Hunter suddenly spoke:

"Recruit, ——!"

"Obey ——!"

The moment the crisp answer sounded, another afterimage had already struck from behind the High King.

"What?"

The next moment, the High King felt a sudden tightening of his neck—Carl Colin, who had lost the sword, forced the axe blade with the shoulder blade of his right arm, and his left hand holding the silver sword hooked his neck, and the two hugged each other.

"At this distance, an alchemy bomb is enough to blow two people to ashes - please come with me to hell, Your Majesty the High King——!"

"Shut up ——!!!!"

The frightened High King suddenly became hysterical, and the battle axe, wrapped in the tentacles on his arm, was already stuck in Karl Colin's shoulder, bleeding profusely.

Behind the two of them, the resolute recruit had already rushed within three steps, and the "spellcaster" with his left hand raised, bright red runes floating in his palm.

A high-level spell, the fire of Turin.

The High King's eyes widened in horror, and the fire that bloomed turned everything in his vision white.

"Boom ————!!!!"

Flame Crack!

The thunder that tore through the air, the exploding firelight released a seemingly endless power, and the dazzling light would engulf the entire palace of kings in an instant.

The High King only had time to feel an unstoppable force, mixed with a temperature that could melt him from all directions.

Destroy everything, devour everything.

Such a powerful ......

Well?

Wait a minute... If these two guys have such great cards, why do they have to wait until the end to take them out - just in case, to make sure they can kill me accurately?

No, it's not... There's fraud in this!

The High King, who was suddenly conscious, opened his eyes, and the earth-shattering explosion did not consume him and the witcher at the same time.

By the time the flames had cleared, the recruits behind him had long since disappeared.

Could it be ......

"The fire of Turin is a trick... Congratulations, you guessed it right, Your Majesty the High King. Carl Colin said lightly, his eyes indifferent: "Like you said... I'm not going to pin my hopes on a recruit who can only be used as a decoy. ”

"Half a step away, you can't dodge!"

The Mithril Hidden Blade under his right arm popped out, and the witcher who had been waiting for a long time suddenly burst out and stabbed his blade into the forehead of the "former" High King.

"Poof——!

Forehead, bridge of nose, left eye, right eye, oral ...... The witcher stabbed out mercilessly, piercing the head of the High King again and again, and then violently stirred the blade into the skull.

until he showed no more signs of rebellion;

until the dark pupils were gray and there was no longer any lustre;

At the same time, the recruits, who had already rushed out of the main hall, hid behind the pillars, gasping for breath and staring at the final epilogue in horror.

Because of the viewing angle, he could only see the motionless High King, being madly pierced through the head by Carl Colin with his Hidden Blade.

It worked?

The real culprit behind the civil war in the Yunling Kingdom, the lackey of the evil god, was we... Killed by Captain Carl Colin?!

"Poof——!

There was a loud noise, and the recruits shook.

This—this is ......

Immediately afterward, he saw Carl Colin's body "floating" from the ground.

No, that's not floating... It's his chest, which is pierced by a whole tentacle!

The tips of the bloody tentacles poked out from the back of the witcher, and the limbs that had long ceased to struggle fell around the tentacles, eyes and the shocked recruits staring at each other.

Hollow, dark, without the slightest hint of brilliance......

It's like... Dead as well.

At that moment, for the first time, I stepped on the battlefield, thirsting for revenge, thirsting for a new recruit to prove myself... Martin Nilton... I feel like I'm being caught in the cold water... Thoroughly wrapped.

"Ahh——!!!!h

The hysterical shouts resounded from the palace of the kings throughout the cloud peak.

"Let me give you a little hint. ”

The "former" Supreme King, whose head was pierced by the Hidden Blade and torn into a mess of rotten flesh, slowly turned around, and countless tiny tentacles continued to pour out from the wounds in the cranial cavity, eye sockets, and auricles, making his "expression" even more and more strange.

The premise is that the face reveals... If you can really call it an expression.

"Just cut off the head... And it doesn't kill me. ”

With a flick of the tentacle, the disemboweled Carl Colin collapsed to the ground, viscous plasma gradually overflowing beneath him.

"I'll kill you——!!!!"

With the roar of the recruit, a tentacle tore through the smoke that filled the palace of kings and struck at him.

The sword flashed, and the new soldier who instinctively raised the silver sword could cut off his tentacles before he was pierced, and with a backhand sword, it stopped in mid-air.

His body stiffened, like a prey targeted by a ferocious beast, unable to move.

I'm going to die... Can't escape... Even Carl Colin was killed, I'm sure I ......

That's right, can't run, no ... Can't run......

I—I want revenge......

Yes, I want revenge... Revenge ——!!!!

The trembling left hand, little by little like a machine, opened like a machine, pressed heavily on the ground, looked at the fierce and ferocious Supreme King resolutely, and whispered at the corner of his mouth:

"High... Tier Spell ......"

“...... A dream. ”