"Poof!"

Amid Serol's maniacal laughter, Eckhart, whose eyes were bloodied, fell to his knees, a trembling arm supporting his body from falling, dying.

"Fanatic, how does it feel? ”

"To be ashamed to teach me the 'common sense' of the world... Now you can't even lift your head, how are you going to teach me?"

The sneering Seriel had a hideous face, and there was a bit of pleasure in his eyes, if the Knight of Oath stood here, he would definitely be familiar with it, because it was the expression that Farnes often showed involuntarily.

"Relying on the power of the Holy Cross and the Holy Grail, relying on that worthless little clever drill camp, vainly trying to grasp the power that does not belong to you at all, you will pay the price after all. ”

"Fear, despair... It's the price you have to pay. ”

"I'm going to make you feel scared and make you pay, but until then... I'm going to get you to admit your defeat first. ”

"I want you to say it yourself, you... Eckhat de Salion, the twelfth emperor of the Empire, was defeated at the hands of the Black Cross Serial......"

"Your planning, your efforts, your dedication, your sacrifices... Pointless!"

"Your presence, resistance... Pointless!"

"Confess all this with your own mouth, and I grant you the destruction of despair, or else... In the never-ending cycle of reincarnation, I feel this irresistible fear again and again!"

Squinting at the hideous eyes, there was undisguised smugness in Serol's unmistakable tone.

He had already won, and Eckhart, whose consciousness had been battered, was not even as good as the Knight of Oath, and he simply had no strength to resist.

And the winner, naturally, is qualified to extort everything he wants.

With his head down, Eckhart's face was bloodless, his vision gradually dimmed, and his consciousness was severely damaged, not to mention resistance, even if he wanted to maintain his own existence, he had done everything he could, even if he wanted to grovel and beg for forgiveness, it was already impossible.

As if his heart was like ashes, Eckhart didn't say a word, quietly waiting for death.

The sneering Serol slowly raised his hands, and black mist poured out from under his tattered robes, enveloping Eckhart little by little like a moth that had fallen into a spider's web.

The silent Eckhart remained motionless and did not struggle.

"Poof!poof!poof!poof!

Like with the Oath Knight, the wandering black mist tore at the broken ** like a poisonous snake, piercing Eckhart's body little by little, but always avoiding the consciousness of hurting him.

Serol wanted more than just destruction, he wanted to enjoy the process to the fullest, which didn't matter to the Black Cross itself, but to the former Farnesis, it was more than good food and wine.

Even if he was completely banished and devoured, it did not mean that the consciousness of Fanescrism had been completely destroyed; on the contrary, to a certain extent, Serol even needed to rely on the consciousness and existence of Fanenscist to erode and control the world faster.

"Huh?!"

It was just as he was about to deliver the fatal blow to Eckhart that Serol realized something was wrong.

He wanted to use the lightning condensed by the power of the void in the vortex to completely shatter Eckhart's empty shell, but this time... The power of the void was converted into thunder and lightning more than twice as fast as it had just now, that is......

"The powerful power of the Void can crush the weak, in other words, as long as you press more of the power of the Void than the power you are manipulating, you can take the power of the opponent away... Black Cross Serol, thank you for teaching me this common sense. Eckhart's unfazed voice rang out:

"My thanks... Please accept it without reservation. ”

"Boom !!!"

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"Babbling, babbling, ......"

The dull thunder echoed Isaac's hysterical screams.

Without waiting for the tentacles of the evil god's body to fall, Lusen, who was panting, grabbed Isaac's collar and put it behind him, and jumped on the spot while his right hand spewed out a gray-blue light between the short blades of his right hand.

"May the void... With you!"

Roaring, the attacking tentacles had split in two at Isaac's screams.

"Boom !!!"

The body of the evil god whose tentacles were severed pounded on the rock wall in a rage, and countless tiny tentacles burst out from the obese body full of pus like crazy, and attacked the two of them like arrows.

The desperate momentum was completely different from the shell of the evil god who had always known only to devour living things, as if it was only to stop or kill them here.

And the huge body also completely blocked the exit to continue moving, and the retreat behind him had been blocked by Lu Sien's own hands, and there was almost no room for manoeuvre.

If there is no way out, there will be no way out, and if there is no way out, then there will be a way out!

Carrying Isaac screaming incessantly, Lusen, who had made up his mind, began to stop caring about anything else, and charged straight forward, even if the skin and flesh were torn apart by the tentacles that rained suddenly, he didn't care, anyway, the Evil God Mark would help him recover.

He knew that the ultimate goal of this thing was to destroy his consciousness and completely occupy his ** while eroding, so no matter how many injuries he suffered, the parasite-like evil god mark would help him recover at any cost.

If you want to say that the disadvantage is that since he had this evil god mark, he has not grown long, which makes Lu Sien particularly regretful.

Bang, bang, bang!

In an instant, Lusen, who was carrying Isaac on his back, continued to break through, approaching the evil god's body at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the tentacles in the sky were no longer crazy, but they didn't care about it, far or near, and attacked straight to intercept the two.

Between the rupture and the gushing notes of blood and pus, there were many more tentacles that collided with each other and died together than they were cut off by Luthen.

The shimmering Mithril Blade and the Dragon Knight's spear crossed and swirled, like an endless stream of light, twisting all the tentacles that stood in their way to pieces.

But if you look closely, you can see that the damage dealt by the two weapons is completely different.

The power of the void emitted by the gray-blue sword can directly blow up the tentacles, and although the dragon knight's spear does not have such tyrannical power, once the tentacles are touched by the blade, they will be wiped to nothing as if they were devoured.

If any of the wizards of the Dragon Kingdom could stand here, they would proudly tell Luson that this was the culmination of their research on the Nine-Pointed Star Grail.

The dragon knights of the ancient dragon kingdom were warriors who hunted dragons with swords and spears in the early days of the kingdom's rise and subsequent development, but when the kingdom gradually came to an end, they fought alongside their former enemies against the invasion of evil gods.

The best way to combat the power of the Void is, of course, the power of the Void, but there are also those who find inspiration from the Holy Grail and forge a blade that can use the laws of the material world to completely wipe out the power of the Void.

The Dragonknight's spear that the Oath Knight brought back from the ruins of the Dragon King was one of them, but for Luceen, he only thought it was sharp enough.

The weapon doesn't need to be too fancy, it's easy to use... That's enough!

Blown to pieces, torn into flesh, cut off, wiped out... There is no difference!

With an afterimage in the tentacles in the sky, Lusen was already close to the evil god's body.

"Isaac!"

"Don't call me!" Isaac couldn't cry, so he only howled in his throat: "I don't do it, I don't do anything!"

"Then hold on!"

"No~ to~ ahhhhh............h

With a long scream, the gray-eyed boy with Isaac on his back rushed straight towards the roaring evil god body.

Countless tentacles had come from all directions, enveloping them in the center.

There is no way to avoid it.

Then take a gamble!

Casually tossing the dragon knight's spear to Isaac, who was in a hurry, the vacated Lusen raised the palm of the "spellcaster" above his head the moment before he was pierced through the heart by countless tentacles and arrows.

High-level spells, Force Impact.

"Bang!"

The moment the collision sounded, a star vacuum with a radius of less than three steps opened with Lusen as the center, and the tyrannical wave of qi crushed all the tentacles that approached, and a scarlet blood mist bloomed in the air.

"Poof!"

The gray-eyed boy with Isaac on his back rushed out of the wave of blood mist, straight in front of the evil god's body.

The tyrannical monster felt "provoked", and if it could really understand this, it burst out more shots from the upper part of its torso, and kept blocking Lusen.

Now that I am about to reach my limit, even if I can't feel pain and physical exertion, it doesn't mean that I don't have it, just because my body has been eroded by the evil god mark.

If he continues to fight, I'm afraid that his body will collapse without knowing it, if he is alone, Lusen will not care, and will even gladly accept this result, but he is still carrying Isaac behind him, and he is also shouldering the tasks and plans of Lord Loren.

Death is certain, but not now.

Victory is already close at hand, but it is out of the question.

The battle of the Great Green Sea many years ago was already an ironclad fact, and in the face of the complete body of the evil god, he still had a chance to contain or escape alone, and there was no good means of killing.

A sorcerer wielding a great sword... Except for the evil gods, there should be only one Lord Loren.

So Lusen's goal is not behind the evil god's body, but on the top of his head!

"Bang!"

Then the Force swept up the waves of air, carrying Isaac's Lusen on his back and heading straight for the rock wall overhead.

"Isaac!"

"What are you doing?!"

"Is this it?"

"What?!"

"I ask if you're here?!" a red-faced Rusin growled.

"I... Yes, it should be off, more than ten meters off!"

"Then it doesn't matter, take a gamble!"

With the force of the impact, the gray-eyed boy who flew into the air aimed the gray-blue sword at the rock wall above his head.

"Boom!"

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

Watching the terrifying Black Cross Serol turn into char and ashes under the thunder, drifting through the air, Eckhart finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The surrounding black fog gradually faded, and even if they didn't make a move, they would eventually be wiped out by the laws of the material world little by little.

It's over.

It's finally over.

From the death of Charlotte's grandmother, from becoming the emperor who controls everything, to understanding his mission and meaning, he arrogantly designed this whole plan......

Only Eckhart de Salion knew what it was like to take every step of the way.

Grandmothers, fathers, siblings, sons... Even everything about himself has become a bargaining chip in this plan, which has brought him to this point.

Even deep down, that initial fear became his hole card that paralyzed Serol's carelessness.

But it's still very dangerous!

All the chips and layouts are just a chance to stand in front of the black cross, but the real chance of victory is the little flaw that the other party inadvertently exposed.

Seliol, he was very insensitive to the concept of time.

The flaws that were discovered from the moment of contact, and it was not until the last fight that he made up his mind, taking advantage of the other party's distraction to torture himself, he seized control of the opponent's final blow and completed the counter-kill......

If he had to do it again, Eckhart wasn't sure he would be able to make the decision.

But... There are no ifs.

It's all over, he Eckhart de Salion defeated the Black Cross, as long as he takes it before the opponent's power is completely dissipated, and then uses the power of the Holy Grail to completely occupy the power of the Holy Cross.

He will replace the Holy Cross and become the "god" who guards this world.

Brandon, his own son, will inherit the throne of de Salion under his patronage, and the empire will sleep forever in the palm of his own hand, enjoying never-ending peace and prosperity and stability.

"Huh?"

Just before reaching out to touch the Holy Grail, Eckhart was stunned.

After a moment, the red pupils showed some understanding.

"I see. ”

"It turns out... That's how it goes. ”

Burst!

Without warning, the position of Eckhart's chest and heart burst, and black mist billowed from his chest, eyes, nose, mouth, ears... A non-stop gushing.

Soon, the black mist condensed in front of him, and an indifferent face gradually appeared in the smoke.

"Yes, that's it. Seliol said coldly:

"You're smart, very smart... But this wisdom can't help you break through your own limits. ”

"Limit?"

Eckhart's face did not change slightly, and his cheeks were gray and indistinguishable from a dead man.

"For you, for your existence in the material world, the concept of time is your strength, but also your limit, just as you can never imagine what is happening in this moment, to me... It's been something I've been through countless times. ”

"You will condone my return from the Void World, you will ignore my existence, you will let the elves kill you to paralyze me and make me negligent, you will seize my only loophole and destroy me... But unfortunately, it was not the Black Cross Serol that was destroyed by you, but the consciousness of Farnesis, which had long been clinging to Serol and had attached to the last trace of the existence of this world. ”

"For you, these are the past, the present and the future; ”

"You can sense my presence, and you will do everything to turn everything into your bet at this moment......" Serol's voice was not mixed with a trace of emotion.

With the death of Farnesis, his last emotions have also been completely stripped away:

"It's a pity, Eckhart de Salion, you ......"

"Lost the bet!"