Purple lightning pierced the sky, engulfing everything and annihilating it.

It's fleeting.

The light is gone, and the magnificent temple is burning... The broken walls, the solemn sculpture of the Holy Cross, the main altar... Everything was burning, and the reddened tiles emitted a wave of billowing heat, sending ashes through the air.

Seliol, in the midst of the fire, turned around and stared at the sculpture of the Holy Cross with an expression that was no longer crazy, no longer sarcastic, but replaced by calm, attachment.

The eyes full of nostalgia are like looking at another... Once self.

Once, full of dreams and hopes.

At that time, I still had illusions about this world, believing that I would create an eternal and eternal system and system, so that this world would continue forever.

Separate, merge, interact, touch the two worlds... There are all kinds of methods, but the end result is strikingly the same.

Doomsday.

An endless, self-destructive apocalypse.

Maybe it's my own mistake, maybe it's because of myself... But when he mastered all this, he realized that destruction was inevitable and not far in the future.

And their last attempt, their last effort... Still to no avail, and even speeding it all up.

So Seliol... Black Cross... Gave up.

Take control of the Void and rule the two realms... Completely integrate your own consciousness into this world, make it a part of yourself, all problems will be solved, all dangers will no longer be dangers, and you will be eliminated by yourself in the embryonic stage, invisibly.

The world, under its control, will usher in a new era.

"This is me Seriel, to you... Once me, the final reply. ”

Gazing at the flaming sculpture of the Holy Cross, Serol said to himself: "I will do what you have not done, I will do what you dream, I will... Be out into this world. ”

"You're going to think I'm wrong and crazy... It doesn't matter, you can stop it, resist it, die throe, I'm with you, because the facts will prove my decision... That's right. ”

"You are wrong. ”

Muttering to himself, Serol raised his right hand and reached out to the destroyed temple where the burning sculpture of the Holy Cross was destroyed, unable to suppress the power of the void that was constantly overflowing from it.

Another nine-pointed star chalice, is among them.

Loren Turin tried desperately to hide it, even to the point of hinting at the nine-pointed star holy grail to hide it, at first... From the day the Dragon Queen went south, it has been hidden here, hiding its existence with the laws established by the Holy Cross.

To deceive yourself with the power you have created, and not even to make yourself guess in this direction... It is indeed an eternal truth that it is dark under the lamp.

Sellyor, narrowing his eyes, slowly looked back, staring at the figure approaching him from beyond the sea of fire.

"Huh?!"

Seliol's complexion changed suddenly.

This... How can it be?!

"Nothing is impossible. ”

Eckhart de Salion, with a leisurely expression, stepped into the sea of fire, and his calm eyes stared at the stunned that flashed on Seriel's face: "In the void, the strong crush the weak, and in the material realm, all existence must follow facts and objective rules, and the cowardly and weak have the same chance to kill the strong man with a sharp blade." ”

"As I said, the god 'Black Cross' from the Void World, the moment you personally descend into the world and show your divine power, it also gives us lowly beings the opportunity to harm you. ”

Eckhart's unwavering voice rang out through the burning ruins of the Temple:

"Welcome... Come to the real world. ”

"Our world. ”

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

"Boom !!!"

Dirt and rocks crumbled with a loud bang, and thousands of rotting corpses poured out of the streets like ant colonies, crushing upwards, turning entire houses into smoky ruins.

The tide of flowing monsters "writhed" through the ruins like tentacles, crushing the few remaining ruins, leaving only corpses and sandy rubble everywhere.

"Puff! Puff! Puff......"

In the collapsed house, there was a non-stop sound of tearing at the corpses.

There were no wails, no screams, except for the roar of the collapse of the houses and the roar of cracking ice, the silence of the broken and messy streets was deathly.

The long night, shrouded in a huge whirlpool, was once glorious and densely populated, with a population of more than a million people, the empress of the city of Golovin... Today, it's just a dead city.

The blood that soaked the earth had long since dried up, and the bones buried under the rubble rotted and stinked... The bustling, dilapidated, brand-new, and old streets and urban areas of the past have long been devoid of life.

The rotting demons gathered between the ruins stayed in place, confused and searching for targets and prey that no longer existed, and the swarming "ant colony" gradually dispersed, wandering on the rubble pile beneath their feet at a loss.

Right now......

"Bang !!!"

Without warning, a wave of air smashed dozens of rotting corpses apart, splinters of all sizes shattered like ice cubes, and the wind swept up with the air waves.

In the next second, a small figure wielding dual swords struck from the wave of qi.

In an instant, almost all of the carrion demons turned their gaze in one direction at the same time, staring at the figure that was coming at them with an ice-cracking roar, and then rushed up.

It's like a hungry shark that smells blood!

The sprinting figure raised the sharp blade in his right hand and held the short sword in his left hand backwards, and in the wind, the two silver-white blades suddenly trembled slightly, making a vibrating "chirp".

"Poof!"

At the moment when it was overwhelmed by the tide of monsters, an invisible "silk thread" tore a gap in the swarming monsters.

"Poof!" Another "silk thread" crossed, and the rotting corpse demons that were touched shattered one after another, turning into explosive ice and scattering all over the ground.

Among the fragments, the figure waving his shoulders forcibly tore a hole in the tide of monsters.

The dagger of the Wheel Dance, as if it had an invisible blade, split it in two the moment before the rotting demon approached.

But the figure did not take the opportunity to break through, but once again entered the tide of monsters.

Hand up and knife down!

"Poof!poof!poof!poof......"

In the dead and silent streets, there are echoes of the "music" of pieces of rotting corpses and demons being torn apart, and there is no fear, and the tired monsters who don't know how to be tired continue to flock to the figure wielding the invisible "blade", and they are constantly being strangled.

The chaotic battle lasted for a quarter of an hour.

The small figure wielding the twin swords knelt on one knee in the pile of rotting demon fragments, supporting its body with its twin swords, gasping for breath.

He looked up, and a cautious figure was hiding behind the wall that hadn't collapsed yet, sneaking a glance in this direction.

"Come out, don't hide. ”

The tired Lusen got up and said lazily: "Those scum just now should be the last rotting corpse demon in this vicinity." ”

"Y-Are you sure?" Isaac looked around in horror as if he was still a little hesitant, "How do I feel that there are still a lot of people who haven't come out?"

"Oh, it could be underground. ”

"Huh?!"

Frightened, Isaac instinctively swooped upwards and nearly tripped over.

"What are you afraid of, didn't you already know?"

"Yes, but didn't you just say that you were the last ones in the neighborhood who were killed by you before?"

"I didn't say that the bottom one was cleaned up. ”

"That's the problem you didn't express clearly enough!" said Isaac, who was haunted by his waist.

"......" Lusen.

Why is it Isaac who came with him? No, I should ask why I would be stupid enough to come with Isaac willingly, isn't the lesson from the Dragon King City enough?

The gray-eyed boy suddenly felt very tired from head to toe, not physically but mentally, obviously just started but seemed to have been fighting for three days and three nights and did not close his eyes.

Unaware of this, Isaac still looked around in fear, cautiously avoiding every corner with shards of rotting corpses, and never approaching Lusen standing in the center of the "pile of bones", as if at any moment some of the slain rotting demons would get up again and tear him to pieces.

"We're going to have to stay here a little longer. ”

"Huh?"

Rusen looked stunned, and glanced at Isaac, who was staring in the direction of the wizarding academy.

"Ain's side... They still hadn't convinced the guys in the academy. Flattened his mouth, Isaac was very helpless: "The fleeing guy is good enough to convince the rich to be afraid of death, and the poor are also afraid of death, only this is the same for everyone." ”

"But for those brainless alchemists in the academy, I won't admit to death, those guys who don't recognize the occult are wizards, for them, there are more important things in this world than life, which can keep them in the academy and refuse to leave. ”

"Even if they know very well that staying is a dead end, I respect their decision. Turning his head, Isaac looked at Lusen seriously:

"Because we're the same... Coming to this damn place and doing things that might not make sense at all, or even be unhelpful. ”

"There are some things that are more important than being alive. ”

The gray-eyed young man with a pursed mouth had a solemn expression and nodded in agreement.

"But... You know, that guy Ain is always stubborn. Sighing, he sat cross-legged on the "pile of bones" and leaned back beside Lusen:

"She still insisted on saving those who wanted to die, and I didn't want to quarrel with her, so... We don't want to, but we'll have to stay here a little longer to buy her some time. ”

"If she succeeds... If a bunch of brainless potatoes happen to run into a carrion demon who has broken through, the two of us will have to be hated by Ain and them for the rest of our lives. ”

The gray-eyed boy who nodded didn't say anything more, just watched his surroundings vigilantly.

"Lusen. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Why did you come to this place?"

"What?"

"Why did you want to go to the imperial capital, to follow Loren and us here? You should know very well that Loren doesn't want you to come with you. ”

The gray-eyed boy's expression sank, and he turned his head away from Isaac, saying that he didn't want to answer such a knowingly question.

"Yes, I understand your relationship with Loren, and I know that you are hell-bent on protecting him and being his favor, but ......" Isaac rolled his eyes:

"Not this time. ”

The gray-eyed boy snorted impatiently: "What do you want to say?"

"I want to say that you know very well that staying in Byrne will help Loren more, at least, definitely much more than here; The executioner's job can be anyone's job, it doesn't have to be you. ”

"What's more, you still have injuries on your body, don't think I don't know, you haven't rested and recuperated since the Battle of Broken Mountain, you're not that monster in Loren Turin, you're a big living person, and the injuries you suffered at Ebolden are enough to make you ......"

Lusen couldn't help it: "I'm fine!"

"You're almost a dead man!" the wide-eyed Isaac snapped unceremoniously:

"With such a huge void residue on your body, do you think that one has deceived someone, me, Ain or Loren? Do you think he or Ain didn't find out, how could it be?!"

"If I hadn't insisted that if you let those people leave, you would only end up exhausted to death, and you thought Ain would have agreed to let you, a dying fellow, climb the Golovin Hills with me and dream?!"

The stunned gray-eyed boy lowered his head and stared at Isaac incredulously.

"What's wrong, I didn't expect it... Ah, I've seen this expression several times, and you all think I'm the kind of guy who is very unkind, but I, an unkind guy, once watched the person who protected me die tragically in front of me, let me emphasize, it was a really miserable death. ”

Isaac's breathing became heavy, and his grumpy voice was filled with sadness:

"I've had this experience once... I used to put my best friend in danger because I was so excited, and I told myself every time that this was the last time, the last time. ”

"But every time I knew I was making a fool of myself... Just like this time. Sighing, Isaac stared into Lusten's eyes:

"I couldn't protect Gavin and Ivan at Ebolden, I couldn't protect Loren in Dragon King, I wanted to try to protect Lena, protect our unborn child, that's one of the reasons I'm here, and I don't want to die for this purpose, because ......"

"You have a baby?!"

"Yes, Lena told me, she said she had feelings, I... Don't interrupt me!" Isaac waved his hand impatiently:

"There are some things that are more important than being alive... So I'm guessing you're the same. ”

Lusen nodded, "I have to come... If you don't come this time, you won't have a chance again. ”

"Even if you die here. ”

"I didn't plan to leave alive... And don't accuse me with this, aren't you too?"

"No, I want to go back, I want to live for almost twenty years, to accomplish what my child can't surpass before I die, and let him worship me for the rest of my life before I die. Isaac shook his head vigorously, but his eyes remained fixed on Lusen:

"You too, I'm not going to let you die here... Even once, I, Isaac Grantham, I don't care what bullshit you have, I'm going to get out of here alive. ”

"I swear!"