Under the huge gray-blue vortex, the Golovin hills were reduced to a sea of blood and fire.

Pillars of fire descended from the sky, engulfing the ruins of the ruins as the tide of monsters surging towards the hills stretched between the ruins, engulfing the ruins and submerging the streets, leaving the world with nothing but the golden red of the burning fire.

As time passed, the smoke billowing from the flames covered every corner of the city.

Even if you are lucky enough to escape the rain of fire falling from the sky, you will soon be overwhelmed by the spreading sea of fire, melt in the flames and smoke, evaporate into gas, and then disappear.

The bloated and obese husks of the gods could not even get close to the Golovin hills, most of them were surrounded by flames just after they had just crawled out of the ground, and their huge bodies became the best targets for the dragons, and pillar after pillar of fire fell from the sky, turning their bodies piled with bones and flesh into a flood of blood and pus.

Scattered in all corners of the city, the number of nearly a hundred evil god shells was almost impossible to resist in front of the dragon army led by the silver dragon Enzo, and most of them were immediately encircled and strangled as soon as they appeared.

Even so, the dragons, who tried their best to stop it, were still unable to completely stop the tide of monsters spreading to the hills.

It's not that the dragons can't do it at all - although the imperial capital of Golovin is a megacity with a population of over a million, the true size of the city and the extent to which it needs to organize defenses are not exaggerated, and the area covered is not even the size of the battlefield in the Valley of Blood.

Throwing in a dozen adult dragons in such a narrow battlefield would be a waste in a sense - even two or three younger dragons could easily cover every area of the battlefield in a quarter of an hour.

But Enzo, the silver dragon, knew it was necessary.

The reason is also very simple, he is the only one of all the dragons in existence who has participated in the battle of the dragon kingdom to destroy the country, and has witnessed with his own eyes how Nidhogg, who has nearly a hundred dragons and thousands of powerful wizards, dragon knights, fell in front of the monster tide.

Under the premise that the barrier between the two realms is opened, no one can really stop the overwhelming tide of monsters, the dragon knights can't do it, the dragons can't do it... Even the wizards of the once invincible Dragon Kingdom failed to do it.

For them and the material world, it was war;

But to the evil god Black Cross Serol and the Void World... It's a game at best.

In the face of a steady stream of enemies, no amount of strength can only be futile, so there is no need to think about completely annihilating the enemy, how to maintain the advantage and continue the battle as much as possible, this is what the silver dragon Enzo considers.

In the imperial capital covered in flames and black smoke, the rotting corpses roared like ice cracks, induced by the power of the near-materialized void, poured out of the crumbling ground pits.

The gushing blood extinguishes the billowing smoke;

Mountains of bones covered with golden-red firelight;

The stump and severed arm, the power of the void overflowing in the air, awakened the dead evil god's body again and again;

The tide of monsters that disappeared from the flames poured out again and again from the darkness of the firelight;

The burning earth, the surging tide of monsters, the shadow of the dragon that obscures the sky, the huge whirlpool hanging high in the sky... The war that once took place when the Dragon Kingdom was destroyed is being played out again in the same way.

At the same time, in front of the Celestial Dome Palace on the top of Golovin Mountain, the two thousand elite and remnant night watchmen and demon hunters who followed Brandon were fighting fiercely against the tide of monsters that had crossed the sea of fire.

Although the walls behind him and the stairs in front of them did not constitute any kind of fortification, and the number of rotting corpses that surged up the hill through the sea of fire was still several times that of more than 2,000 people, the morale of the Empire still controlled the position at their feet, keeping the tide of monsters out of the palace gates.

The legionnaires fought desperately to hold the line with the roar of ice cracking and the spraying of pus, the outstretched halberds had long since broken in battle, and the battlefield space was so narrow that there was no room to turn around did not allow them to draw their swords, and the imposing "Black Walls" held on to their shields with their bodies, fighting for the Byrne infantry knights behind them to wield their blades.

Brandon, who was still on the front line at the beginning of the battle, was dragged to the end by Carl Colin and Edward as soon as the tide of monsters poured in, and only allowed His Majesty the Emperor to wave his flag and shout in the back row.

When the first round of the enemy's charge was repulsed, and the hot-headed Archduke Lothair was dead, and there was not even a figure left, no matter how much Brandon rolled around, he was not allowed to approach any of the first five rows.

The screams and roars and the fiercest and most direct collisions were combined, and the tide of monsters desperately attacking the temple was like the rising tide of the sea, crashing against the reef, and even the fiercest counterattacks and the flames that had already set the hill on fire could not stop them.

Relying on their rich experience and combat skills, more than 2,000 veterans from the most elite from all over the empire are also just maintaining the front from being completely breached;

Casualties, corpses, wreckage ... Like fragments of reefs that had been beaten by the waves, scattered among the bones left behind by the monsters, blood and water mixed with various unknown liquids, accompanied by flames and smoke rolled up bursts of foul smell, disgusting.

"Bright spear, prepare - fire!"

With Carl Colin's roar, a sudden flash of light briefly knocked back the tide of monsters, as if hitting an invisible glass wall, gaining a little respite.

But that's just a breather... In the face of the tide of monsters with no morale at all, let alone fear casualties, they were able to force the enemy to change their tactics, and even avoid the bright spear in front of them, but they could only make the rotting demons hesitate for a few seconds, and there was no space to reload and shoot.

"Hold on, they're almost finished!"

Standing in the front row, Count Rigell of White Horse Peak was desperately stabbing out his greatsword, shouting inspiring nonsense that he never believed, but this time there was no longer a second Earl of Lakeland who would be sarcastic and sarcastic, and then laughed in front of him.

"Poof——!

The shield piercing rotting corpse claws swept across the black walls in front of him, stabbing through the cracks in his helmet into Rigrel's eyes, and the Earl of White Horse Peak, who struggled for a moment, tried to hold his body with his sword, but still collapsed in a pool of his own blood.

Bang————

Almost in the next second, a white beam of light flashed over the floating city, drawing a straight line stretching to the foot of the mountain in the tide of rotting corpses.

"Well done, but can you hurry up next time?" Isaac, who was slumped in the center of the magic circle in the hall of the Floating City, gasped and urged, "You know how much Void Power this thing takes, right?"

"This is already the fastest, you heartless megalomaniac!" The little wizard, who was also bloodless, did not forget to complain when he retorted:

"The situation is critical now, if you have any good plans, just say it, otherwise shut up and maintain the magic array there quietly!"

"Hah! That's easy, you know I almost hung up, right?"

"You're lucky to be alive now!"

"Do you think I don't know, but now that Loren is fighting to the death with that Black Cross, it's up to us to see if he can win or not!"

"No matter what we do now, it's impossible to have any effect on the battle between the two of them anymore - it's not about intelligence, it's already a battle at different levels, and there's such a thing as level... You don't understand what I said!"

"It's that you can't explain it, you're afraid of losing face in front of me!"

"Ayn Rand, I warn you, if you slander me without evidence, I will ......"

"That's it, if Loren really loses, it's all over!" the little wizard jerked his head back and gritted his teeth, "So even if it's to get revenge on me, please think about whether there's any way you can help him, you megalomaniac!"

"I... I'm not... I ......"

Isaac, who was red and white, stammered, his mind spinning rapidly under his widened eyes.

At the same time, in the Heavenly Dome Palace behind them, the seriously injured Lu Sien looked at the white-haired evil god girl who was also dying and called herself "Ariel" in astonishment.

"I'm going to die. ”

Dying, the bloodless Ariel spoke flatly, without a trace of emotion, as if she was talking about someone else's business.

"Asrael... The little fool took the last step and handed over all the remaining power to dear Loren through the Evil God Mark, and there is no evil god named 'Asreel' in this world except for the last 'reliance' of your mental memory. ”

"Whether it's the body of a vampire or the body of an evil god, now that the little fool is dead, I probably won't be able to hold on for long. ”

Lu Sien, who frowned slightly, didn't know what expression to show, after all, it was a bit ...... to watch his life-saver die in front of him

"You too, right?"

The dying girl's words made the gray-eyed boy stunned.

"I have also relied on the power of 'Asriel' to fight until now, and both body and soul have been irreversibly eroded by the power of the Void - even if I die or mutate immediately, it is not surprising. ”

"At the end of the day, that's what you're here to do - 'To be born for Loren, to die for Loren', that's what you intended, right?" The white-haired girl who was paralyzed in a pool of her own blood looked at the silent gray-eyed boy:

"You can live longer if you run away, but your pride, shame, and loyalty to Loren drive you to come here and fight like a suicide. ”

"Why are you here, why are you fighting, there are obviously more options...... Your friends, loved ones, Loren... I've probably asked these questions, right?"

Gritting his teeth, the silent Lusen didn't say a word.

There is no way to refute it, so I simply look at each other and protest silently, anyway, I won't live long.

"Do you still want to fight?"

"Huh?!"

The gray-eyed boy was stunned.

"Dear Luceen, I'm asking you......" The girl's lips trembled slightly, and her voice was like a gossamer:

"I want to continue... Fight for Loren?"

Lusen didn't speak, and in silence he gritted his teeth, raised his gaze, stared in the direction of the temple, and nodded vigorously.

Ariel smiled reassuringly.

She could tell from the gray-eyed boy's eyes that the other party was willing to pay any price for this goal, and even if it was more than he could have imagined, he would probably accept it in the end.

Really... In addition to Ariel, there are so many beings in this world who are willing to give up everything for the sake of Loren......

Is... That's great.

In this way, Ariel can leave with peace of mind.

Delicate little hands rose from the sticky pool of blood, carrying the plasma towards Lusen.

"Smack!"

Without hesitation, the silently gray-eyed young man grabbed the hand of the evil god girl.

Following the palms of the two people's clenched hands, beads of blood seemed to come to life, burrowing from the wound into Lusen's body.

Soon, it was no longer just the blood stains on the body, but the blood that had already dried up and coagulated in the pool of blood also came to life again, flowing down the girl's body and into the body of the gray-eyed boy.

Immediately after that, around the two of them, the pillars, the floor of the entire Heavenly Dome Palace Hall, the corrupting demon who fell to the ground, the corpse that had been dead for many days......

A steady stream of blood flowed through the cracks in the floor, and snakes flowed between the floor, ceiling, and walls, heading for the gray-eyed boy's body.

"It's... It's the last thing I can do to help you. The girl's pupils gradually darkened and lost their luster:

"This is a curse, a curse of eternal life, you will not be born as a human again, you will never be able to escape from the pain and the malice of this life, only complete death can give you true liberation but... You will have the strength you need to fight for Loren. ”

"So... The son of Elem, whose fate was changed by Loren, Lusin Wirtz... Accept this gift of blood and become a vampire!"

"Uhhhh——!!!!h

The terrible screams were accompanied by the gurgling sound of "blood", echoing in the hall of the Heavenly Dome Palace.

The gray-eyed young man's body twitched violently, and with the plasma pouring into his body, every blood vessel was swelling, like a spider web, and every inch of skin from head to toe was swollen, red and purple.

Every drop of blood was mixed with unimaginable void powers—Ariel, Seriel, or Isaac gathered... The unimaginable power reshaped and transformed Lu Sien's body in the craziest way, completely ravaging the already fragile spiritual temple into slag and crushing it into powder.

In the whitening pupils, blood spreads little by little in the whites of the eyes;

Until those silver-gray eyes completely turned into blood-colored scarlet!