Violent tremors, followed by darkness where nothing could be seen. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Loren, who skipped meditation directly, used the spiritual temple in the way of Isaac to bring himself directly into the subconscious dream - followed by the weightlessness of falling from a height, and his consciousness seemed to have fallen into an abyss without a bottom, constantly falling, falling......

There was a huge roar in my ears, as if the whole world had collapsed. But the consciousness of his fall couldn't even move a finger, and the vision in his mind kept flashing back to some pictures of his past, intermittently one after another.

How long did it last? Loren didn't know at all. But when he was really "sober", he found that he was still sitting firmly on the chair in the library.

Feeling the sweat in the palms, the steady breathing, and the touch of the body, everything seemed to be no different from what it was normally all about.

But when Loren opened his eyes, the original library was in shambles—bookcases had fallen to the floor, tattered books and torn parchment were everywhere, the long table and other chairs in front of him had fallen apart, and the windows had become smashed walls...... Only the chair under him is intact.

The knight's sword, which was supposed to be in the room, was now placed next to the chair, not only intact, but also not even a little chipped, as if it was brand new.

Loren almost subconsciously grasped the hilt of his sword, supporting his body to slowly stand up, allowing himself to familiarize himself with his surroundings as quickly as possible - although it seemed to be no different from the original world, there must be something different anymore.

The door of the library was closed, and Loren, with his sword in his hand, glanced at the ruined room, and walked towards the door with some instincts, cautiously approaching little by little.

Just as he was about to reach the door, the closed door suddenly opened on its own - the "wizard apprentice" in a black robe slammed open the door, as if he had stumbled in, as if drunk.

If you don't pay attention to the knife in the right hand of this "apprentice", and the face that looks like a living corpse.

After seeing Loren's figure, the "apprentice" howled as if he was crazy and pounced, and Loren, who didn't have time to hesitate, slid backwards and retreated, dodging the opponent's surprise attack. The steel sword in his hand slanted to the right and stabbed into the throat of the "apprentice" without hesitation!

The sharp steel sword directly broke the neck of the "apprentice", and the corpse-like body directly collapsed, apparently finally completely dead.

Just as he was about to pull out the sword, a cold breath flowed down the sword body into his body, making the unprepared Loren shiver, but soon a smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

He'd experienced it many times. It seems to be able to penetrate into the heart, the touch of liquid, and the uncontrollable feeling of mental oppression...... That is the power of the void.

Loren left the library with his sword in hand. As he stepped out of the door, there was a loud roar behind him, and the collapsed walls and bookcases buried the entire library.

I see, isn't it going to leave me with any option to retreat?

The stairs seemed to be crumbling underfoot, and grit and dust were falling from the cracks in the ceiling. There seemed to be some kind of power that hinted at Loren going down the stairs.

The "apprentice" who suddenly pounced on him from under the stairs was disemboweled, and another guy who had been hanging on the side of the staircase handrail also took the opportunity to climb up, intending to sneak up from behind. Before he could stand firmly, he was kicked off the handrail by Loren and fell to the lowest floor of the North Tower, screaming.

Every minute, every second...... On the stairs of the north tower, there seemed to be countless "living corpse apprentices" waiting for him, leaving Loren no time to breathe, fighting every moment, the whole staircase seemed to be filled with the smell of death, and the steps were full of living corpses that fell to the ground.

Every time Loren left the first floor, the empty room immediately turned into irreversible ruins, forcing him to continue his way to the next floor of the tower.

Turning to dodge the oncoming dagger and snatching it with a backhand, Loren slitted the throat of the "apprentice" with his hands and feet, and then threw the long sword in his hand directly at the other guy who pounced. Loren, who had a moment to breathe, finally saw clearly in his dark eyes the "short sword" in the other party's hand, which was actually broken by himself, the old knight's sword.

So, is the whole scene his own subconscious, fabricated according to his past memories? Loren, who was thinking like this, looked slightly sideways at the living corpse on the ground, and looked at the hideous and distorted face, although it was already very difficult to distinguish, but he could still recognize it to some extent.

Because that's Loren's own "face" at all!

“...... It's unusually interesting. The inexplicable excitement seemed to stimulate a certain nerve, and the smile on the corner of Loren's mouth became thicker and thicker, and he seemed to be looking forward to what was waiting for him next.

As more and more "living corpses" were killed, the power of the void lurking in his body slowly began to work. Even though he had been fighting for almost a quarter of an hour, he didn't feel any fatigue at all, his body was still full of energy, and his muscles didn't feel sore.

However, this seems to be normal, there is no concept of space and time in the void, and whatever you do is actually just an activity of self-consciousness, but this extraordinary touch is difficult to distinguish from the real world.

More and more grit and dust fell from the cracks in the walls, and the swaying of the stairs beneath your feet became more and more noticeable, and as the rooms were reduced to ruins, the entire north tower seemed to be crumbling, crumbling at any moment.

Loren, who didn't feel the slightest nervousness, walked down the stairs leisurely, he knew that the void would not kill him so easily, even if the sky fell, and the tower would not collapse until he walked out of the gate.

With a little anticipation, Loren, who was standing on the lowest floor of the tower, pushed open the door. The last speck of sand that supported the North Tower finally slipped through the cracks in the stone, and the entire tower collapsed in an instant, crumbling and crumbling into piles of rubble.

It was still dark midnight outside the tower, as if it was no different from before. But when Loren raised his head, his black pupils shrank suddenly, and a strange smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

What used to be a silver full moon in the sky is now a burning black sun!

"Circle of Darkness?...... I'm afraid it's not going to spread the fire. Loren muttered to himself, half-jokingly.

Immersed in darkness, the castle of Wimpal was completely reduced to crumbling and shattered ruins, and the original road outside the gate disappeared, replaced by an abyss with no bottom in sight.

Standing on the edge of the gate, Loren looked at the ruined castle under the "Ring of Darkness" and wondered with vague curiosity - if this was the case, what should he do to get out of here?

The faint sound of footsteps came from behind him, and the "themselves" hiding in the shadows, or the living corpses, did not pounce directly, but approached cautiously, which surprised Loren a little.

It's really ...... for the other party to do this Very much in line with their own style.

"Perhaps, it's a good idea to indulge like this once in a while. Loren was still muttering to himself, the long sword in his right hand shook slightly, and he stepped forward without the slightest defense, as if he was unaware of the figure that was getting closer and closer behind him.

Since coming to this world, every battle, every accident and situation, all the time is carefully arranged and paid attention to, so that you can deal with every situation more calmly. It's never been a time when I've been so relaxed.

"Poof!"

He stumbled under his feet, and a black shadow rushed from behind him stabbed into his left ribs, and the corners of Loren's mouth raised slightly—he could clearly feel the cold touch of the blade in his body, but there was no pain at all.

grabbed the living corpse behind him and wanted to escape, kicked it to the ground with a rough kick, and then cut off the opponent's head with a sword!

"Come on—!!!"