"Bang ——!"

The collapsed ruins roared, and one by one the severed arms and stumps, bloodied elves and humans struggled to their feet, staggering up from the ground.

The blood sacrifice has begun.

In a quarter of an hour at most, these "living dead" will gradually gather all over the ground, and eventually become the "evil god body" that can carry the power of the evil god - a flesh monster that is too large to be comparable, covered with "tentacles", without a head or a brain, and driven purely by the power of the void.

The invasion of the Void World into the Material World... This is the essence of the "blood sacrifice".

Whether it is the "Black Cross" or any evil god existing in the Void World, they are always planning how to invade the material world, use their own will to corrupt the will of the entire world, and take everything for themselves.

From Mezca, the lowest ogre god, to the four evil gods of the north who rely on human fear... The principles are all similar.

What "Serol" did was to turn this war into a void invasion of the material world.

But now Loren didn't have time to think about it anymore, and his body was tormented by indescribable exhaustion, so he could only suffocate his head and run in the direction of the wizard's tower regardless of it.

Is... The black-haired wizard, who was extremely tired, couldn't help but clench his teeth.

Whether it's the Ancient Wood Forest, the Glacial Wasteland, or the Silver Helmet Mountain......

It seems that there is no time when he was not chased and killed by the other side, and he ran wildly for his life.

Why do you turn out like this every time?

"Uhhhh——!!!!h

Heart-rending howls burst in the ears, front and back, left and right, sideways, feet... Anyway, in addition to the overhead, countless "living dead" are emerging from all corners, blocking their path.

Of course, considering that the surrounding ruins and streets have been completely wiped out by the "light sword", there is no such thing as a "way to go".

As far as the eye could see, hundreds of "living dead" had already disappeared into a large area, approaching like a swarm of locusts.

Is...... It's an eyesore!

With a flip of the forehand, the "Dawn" big sword behind the shoulder was erected, and it swept forward without dodging or dodging.

Poof——!!!!

Flesh splattered.

The "living dead" in front of him were suddenly empty, but the back row was still pouring up - even the flesh and blood under his feet were returning to their original state at a speed visible to the naked eye, or they were simply "sticking" with other living dead.

After all, they were essentially a pile of bones, just controlled by the Void Power trend.

Against the tide of the "living dead", the black-haired wizard who opened the way with the great sword rushed straight forward, the stench of blood already sprayed all over his body, and the flesh and bones were scattered around him.

Loren could only grit his teeth and persevere, enduring the torture caused by the exhaustion of his mental strength - even if he was trapped here, he could not give "Serol" a chance to return.

Originally, this situation was actually completely able to let Asriel out... No one saw it anyway.

But whoever let that "evil god boy" was also wiped out by Seriel, and only the original power of the void remained, not to mention protecting himself, it was difficult to maintain the existence of the body for a long time.

Raise your head, the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower is already close in front of you... Just hold on a little longer, just hold on a little longer.

"Boom ——!"

A loud noise came from not far away, and corpses burst out of the ruins of the ground like geysers—and under the continuous explosions and vibrations, several weak tunnels in the sewers finally collapsed.

The trance-dazed black-haired wizard ignored it, and continued to swing his great sword as if he hadn't heard, gritting his teeth and pushing forward.

From head to toe all over the body, I don't feel a trace of strength;

Visions began to blur, and the voices in my ears felt like echoes from another world.

"Boom ————————!!!!"

A dull roar of thunder echoed in the sky, changing the color of the lead-gray sky, and the sky was swirling with crimson cirrocumulus clouds.

Loren, who barely closed his eyes, dragged his exhausted body, and the "Dawn" greatsword in his hand began to become heavy.

But the heavier it was, the more powerful it felt when it was wielded—as if the great sword was supposed to feel like this.

That's right, it's supposed to be a big sword that should be wielded with both hands.

It's all influenced by the Valkyrie Brunhilde... What a spear in one hand and a great sword in the other;

Alas, Brünnhilde......

The first queen of the empire, the dragon queen who led the dragon south... It seems to be called Brunhilde, too;

Could it be a coincidence, or is it ......

The black-haired wizard, whose energy had dried up, had begun to become confused, but he seemed to be more awake than usual—just like after drinking, information that he would not normally consider at all was also coming out of his head.

"Uhhh——!!!!h

A hoarse roar exploded, and Loren, who was suddenly "woken up", suddenly raised his head, and the "Eugen", wielding a broken knife, stopped on his way again.

There's no end......

But now that it's here... Then come on.

"Come on——!"

Carrying the big sword in both hands, Loren's expression became extremely hideous because of exhaustion, like a fierce beast across the tide of the "living dead" group, and rushed towards Eugen's figure.

The next moment, a sudden change occurred.

"Boom ————————!!!!"

With a loud bang, flames fell from the sky, and the black-haired wizard with his pupils shrunk to a screeching halt, finally avoiding being burned to charcoal.

In an instant, there was already a sea of fire in front of him.

[Loren Turin——!

The suppressed voice of anger exploded in the ears of the black-haired wizard, and the tired Loren quickly raised his gaze, and a crimson shadow quickly swept over his head.

This is... Crimson Dragon, Grum?!

The flood of dragon flames poured down, and in the blink of an eye, the arc-shaped "wall of fire" was like an impenetrable fortress, blocking all the "living dead" out, and only their angry and heart-rending roars could be heard.

Under the blazing flames, the crimson dragon fell to the ground with a roar.

[Quick, climb up, I'll take you away!]

"But ...... over there in the Wizard's Tower"

[All evacuated... The blood sacrifice has been completed, and there is almost no time!]

The crimson dragon lowered its head sharply, its amber eyes constricting and staring at the black-haired wizard:

[I destroyed several of the Elves' landing ships and supply ships, so I can delay you a little and bring you safely outside the city to join your army!]

[Loren Turin, you must live - this war is not over, we still have enemies to fight with, and we still have hatred to vent!]

[You must live and fight - defeat the invaders and avenge Iolet!]

[Avenge Iolite, Loren Turin!]

The crimson dragon threw the tired black-haired wizard directly onto his back, its wings spread horizontally, and its huge body leaped out of thin air.

Fly into the sky, leaving only a small black shadow in the sky.

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

"La-la-la... Lalala......"

In the empty nine-pointed star wizard tower, a childish and lovely minor tune sounded.

The elven girl Xuera, who appeared out of nowhere, appeared in the corridor of the wizard tower with an innocent and innocent smile on her face, and walked towards the gate of the wizard tower in front of her.

At this time, the Wizard Tower was already empty, and even half of the figure could not be seen... So, she deliberately waited until the Ebolden defenders had evacuated before sneaking in.

The reason is simple, because this is the wizarding headquarters of the Imperials, the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower.

This time, Shera fully learned the "lesson" of the last time, and no longer thought about being able to intercept the retreating Ebotden defenders or assassinate a certain big person, but focused on the important information left behind in the wizard's tower.

Twenty days... No matter how efficient they are, there is bound to be information and information left behind - judging by the information gathered by Middel, the "former Imperial Court", the information here basically represents the Empire's highest achievement in wizarding.

Mastering these is equivalent to mastering the key to defeating the Empire.

Even if there are only a few words left, such a feat is enough to make up for Shera's previous assertions and failures at the castle... Yes, even if the little prince claims to have "forgotten", it must not be regarded as forgetting.

The words of comfort from your boss are always that you still have the value of use;

In order for his comfort to really be just "comfort", you have to continue to prove your worth.

"La-la-la... La-la-la... Lovely Shera is about to make a meritorious contribution again!"

Standing in front of the door with his hands dancing, his fleshy little hands pressed the doorknob, and then tugged hard.

"Squeak~~~"

The heavy door opened in response, and the elf girl, who was a little excited, immediately couldn't wait to poke her little head in.

And then......

"You... Who is it?"

A happy smile froze on her little face.

With big fluttering eyes, he stared at the human boy who was about the same age as himself but wore a wide robe.

Well, why say "again"?

And such a scene seems to be familiar......

"I—Are you talking about me?"

With an indifferent smile, the gentle young man slowly looked back, and his soft gaze even made the elf girl's heart warm: "Ah... I'm sorry, but as the master here, I should have asked you first, Miss of the Azorean elves. ”

"But since you're asking a question, it's rude not to answer it. As he whispered, the young man turned around and bowed modestly:

"In Lower Lorentz Corona, the head of the Wizard Tower Patriarch and Archon of Ebolden. ”

Archon of Eboden?

"Liar!" the elven girl's eyes widened, "Don't think people don't know, the Archon of Eboden is a white-bearded old man - your appearance and age are too unconvincing!"

Looking at Xuera with a face of "I don't believe it", Corona was very calm, and folded her hands in front of her.

"I can understand your thoughts, really- trust anyone who sees my side for the first time... Or elves, they won't believe it, but it's true. Corona said lightly, "As for my appearance, it has something to do with my research on the Void. ”

"To briefly describe what you see now, what you see now is actually the state I was in a hundred and thirty years ago - through the use of the power of the void, I used my body as a coordinate, and temporarily fixed at that point in time. ”

Well?

One hundred and thirty years ago?!

"Everything in the material world has a natural process of birth, growth and aging, which we describe as time, and set the standard of time with ourselves. Corona, with a gentle expression, explained very patiently:

"But in the void, there is no concept of time and space... So, I took advantage of this and found a way to 'go backwards' in time. ”

"Just set a small coordinate and get everything back to the time when the coordinates were frozen - of course, it takes a lot of power to do that, big enough to wipe me out. ”

"So... There's only one reason I'm here: it's only in this Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower that I'm strong enough to envelop the city after opening the 'Valve'. ”

"Then, restore all the 'peculiar' phenomena that have changed in the city to that ordinary, peaceful summer night of one hundred and thirty years ago. ”

"Do you understand this explanation?"

I don't understand! I don't understand at all!

The frightened elf girl shook her head desperately, and then quickly turned around and ran away.

There is only one thing she understands very well, and that is that if she doesn't run away, she will die!

Behind him, Corona's snapping fingers sounded.

"Why do you want to do it again... Sheila, Sheila will never dare to deal with wizards again, ahhh——!!!!h

Looking at the figure of the elf girl running wildly, Corona smiled indifferently, and turned her eyes to the window, the figure of the dragon flying away.

Judging by the voice just now, Loren Turin... He must have left, right?

What a pity, there was still a lot to say, a lot of things to tell him—about the future of wizards, about Emperor Eckhart II, that ulterior plan......

All... There's no chance.

The gentle Corona smiled helplessly, and her slightly immature face showed a very old and nostalgic look.

The dilapidated Ebolden in front of him seemed to be back to the carnival night of the midsummer festival 130 years ago.

The young and ignorant Corona family stepped into the door of the wizard's tower in ignorance.

"You are the eldest son of the Corona family, Lorenz Corona... That little genius who came up with the concept of 'going back in time' at the age of ten?"

The voice that had long been blurred in his memory still asked himself in a familiar, mocking tone.

"I'm not a 'little genius', I'm synonymous with 'genius'. Young Corona's eyes widened, and she retorted to the voice in a serious manner: "And it's not 'going back in time', it's 'time and space coordinates'—in words you can understand, it's going back." ”

"Okay, okay, that 'genius' Corona, what are your dreams?" a familiar voice sounded in Corona's ears.

"I... There are no dreams. An emotional and evocative smile bloomed at the corner of Corona's mouth, and the body of the evil god that had begun to take shape could be seen approaching in the direction of the wizard tower:

"I only have one plan. ”