At the moment when the roar sounded, the black-haired wizard instinctively raised his head... Although it was not the first time, when I saw that monster again, I was still the same as everyone around me, and I was generally dumbfounded.

The huge, indescribable tower-like shadow, the towering size of more than thirty meters, the torso, the face, the head, the nakedness, the fangs...... All of them were corpses that had been turned into pus, blood, and bones.

With every step, you can hear the sound of bones shattering and blood flowing!

"Poof——!

Countless cracking sounds sounded, and the "sarcoma" that exploded on the hypertrophied body gushed out gray-blue pus, followed by a huge tentacle stretched out.

Stretch out in all directions!

As if they had life, they snag and crawled, constantly rolling up the screaming centaur warriors on the ground, the bones everywhere, and the wounded soldiers who fell to the ground.

The coalition warriors who were still stunned seemed to be frightened, and no matter how Lusen and the robes around them shouted, they were immediately swallowed up by the monster's lower body, the flowing "river of blood", and they were caught up in it.

But it's too late, too late.

In the midst of the exclamations, countless screams, cries for help, wailing, and panic...... All kinds of voices rise and fall one after another on a panicked battlefield!

The black-haired wizard with a numb scalp stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

Blood sacrifices, blood rituals... It can provide a shell for the evil gods that come to contain them that do not belong to this world, and until the evil gods come, they are only a shell.

But now Chakar relied on his huge void power to forcibly occupy this body and become the dominant core, which is equivalent to stuffing a "brain" into this "big meat bag".

Even a "consciousness" that only has the desire to kill and the desire for revenge left makes this monster stronger by more than one level!

Withdraw, I'm afraid it's too late.

The battle of Silverhelm Mountain has already added a lot of burden to the black-haired wizard's body, and if you use the Nine-Pointed Star Holy Grail again... There won't be a second Valkyrie to save herself this time.

But I can only try... Otherwise, it would be impossible for none of the more than 50,000 people to leave here alive, and all the efforts they have made will be useless!

Gritting his teeth, the black-haired wizard's right hand clenched the hilt of the Dawn greatsword.

But at this moment, an unexpected person suddenly pressed his shoulder.

"Master Ashamai?!"

"Duke Loren Turin, you can't rush up by yourself like this!" The sudden Harlem Van Ashamai looked at him solemnly, and shouted angrily: "That's not a mutant monster, it's a conscious evil god shell, it will definitely do anything to kill you, and it will only die in vain!"

"Remember, you are the Duke of Byrne, the hope for the future of the Wizard Tower... Your life is more important than all of us!"

Loren shook, and just as he wanted to refute, he was held down by Master Ashamai, who was as strong as a troll.

"You don't have to worry about the withdrawal of the troops with Count Braha, as for the shell of this evil god......"

"Leave it to me and Ain Rand and let us give you the opportunity to slay it, and then you and Lord Lusen will slay it!" Master Ashamai said categorically, his eyes burning, "If you will trust us, you will trust your friend. ”

The little wizard next to him was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Master Harlem Van Ashamai to mention himself, but then turned his head to look at the black-haired wizard and nodded forcefully.

"Leave it to us, Loren!"

On the battlefield in the distance, the shell of the evil god... Or Chakar was roaring excitedly, and the sound of blood flowing and flesh separating from his huge body was constantly heard.

Its wielding tentacles were raging wildly, ravaging the coalition soldiers, and no matter how desperately Luson and a few Earls of Byrne screamed, they could only retreat and minimize casualties as much as possible.

There was silence for a few seconds before Loren slowly raised his eyes:

"Well, I trust you. ”

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It wasn't until Loren walked away that Master Harlem Van Ashamai bowed his head slightly, and turned his head to look at Ain beside him: "Then now, Your Excellency Rand, you have to hear every word I say next......"

"Master Ashmai ......"

Unexpectedly, the little wizard looked at him with a complicated expression and interrupted him softly: "The reason why you specially kept me should not only be to help Loren, right?"

"Huh?"

"I don't know what you're trying to do, but I don't think there's anything I can do to help you. Ai Yin, who wanted to stop talking, decided that it would be better to say it:

"It may be an exaggeration to say that, but I am not really familiar with you, even though I am both alchemists, but as far as I know, my mentor, Dalton Kander's school of Master Freswalk, is very different from yours. ”

Haringvan Ashamai was stunned.

"It's... I didn't expect that. Coughing lightly twice, Ashamai, who smiled helplessly, shook his head: "Freswalk... I can't help but be jealous of that old thing's luck!"

The little wizard scratched his head and laughed twice, shy and a little embarrassed.

"You guessed it, Lord Ain Rand... I left you behind for more than just to help the Duke of Loren. The smile faded, and Ashamai's expression became serious again:

"I left you behind to teach you a special 'knowledge'... Special powers!"

Alas, such a time?

Ai Yin, who was a little stunned, looked at Master Ashamai's suddenly solemn expression in a daze.

"Tell me, Ain Rand, what are the prerequisites for becoming the leader of the school and the patriarch of the Wizarding Tower in the Nine-Pointed Star Wizarding Tower?!"

"Uh... It should be original research, groundbreaking discoveries, and mastery of top-notch knowledge in two or three departments. The little wizard subconsciously replied, "In addition, it must be recognized by at least half of the elders." ”

Why do you ask this, and does it have anything to do with helping Loren?

Harlem looked at the anxious and confused expression, and bowed slightly.

"You're only half right. ”

"Half?"

"Exactly. Haringvan Ashamai said in a deep voice: "For the elders, the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower still has an 'unwritten', let alone unspeakable premise. ”

“...... Valve. He spoke word by word, very slowly:

"Only wizards who master it, and open at least one 'valve', can be recognized by the Wizard Tower!"

The little wizard, shocked and confused, listened intently.

"Any wizard who has opened the 'valve' will take the understanding of the void to a whole new level, and its form varies from person to person, but there is something in common. Ashamai's expression became extremely profound:

"Break the shackles of yourself, let you transcend yourself, beyond the ordinary - it can even be said that only by mastering the 'valve' can you become a real wizard!"

The little wizard was shocked, but the confusion remained unabated: "Really, really a wizard?"

"If that's the case, then why is Mentor Dalton, and Loren... I never mentioned this?!"

Ashamai was stunned for a moment, and then chuckled.

"That's probably because... They want to protect you. ”

"Protect me?" Ain was even more puzzled.

"That's right, because this kind of power is also a double-edged sword that must not be pulled out for wizards. ”

With a sigh, Ashmai turned his head and looked at Chakar, who was still raging in the distance:

"With it, you will be completely sublimated from the mortal shell and become a completely different being, possessing unimaginable powers;

The cost of using it... It's going to be so heavy that you can't afford it!"

Ain's eyes widened.

The beast's roaring roar grew clearer, and Chakal's huge figure in the distance drew closer and closer to them.

"And today ......"

"I, Haringvan Ashamai, as the leader of this school......"

The old man turned, grasped the wand that resembled a hammer in both hands, and said in a low and long tone:

"Officially teach you this power... So answer me a question, Ain Rand. ”

"Are you willing to become the successor of the Ashamai School?"

"I ......"

The little wizard stared at those eyes, those sparkling, determined, and resolute.

Instinctively, she spoke.

"I do!"

The old man didn't look back, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly:

"Very well, then you have to see it clearly. ”

"This is the only time I can show you!"

As the words fell, the momentum on Harlem Van Ashamai's body suddenly changed!

The strong and powerful arms clenched the wand, and only the sound of "bell!" was heard, and the original hammer-like wand was suddenly pulled a little longer.

"Knock ——!"

With his staff in both hands, Ashmai pressed down and fixed his wand deep into the dirt beneath his feet.

"Started ......"

Master Ashamai, with his head bowed, seemed to resonate from the depths of his chest.

The next moment, in the eyes of the little wizard's wide eyes, the void reaction on Master Ashamai's body began to skyrocket rapidly, and his originally extremely burly body was losing weight at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Instead, gray-blue runes spread from the cheeks and palms of the faces, and the robes that had become loose fluttered in the wind.

"Loren... Turin ——!!!!"

With a roar, Chakar's huge figure had completely crushed the coalition defenses, and hundreds of clawed tentacles spread in the direction of the coalition forces in the direction of the coalition forces amid screams and chaotic battlefields.

Overwhelming!

A huge shadow obscured the dawn sun, and the stunned little wizard looked up, a tentacle swinging down from the top of their heads.

"At its core, alchemy is the process of death, resurrection, and perfection. Slowly getting up, the thin Master Ashamai said lightly: "Sublimate and transform a substance to a higher level." ”

"That's our unique strength. ”

"The power of an alchemist. ”

Tentacles descended from the sky and fell rapidly.

"Bang ————!!!!"

At the moment when he was about to touch it, Ashamai slowly raised the wand in his hand, and the falling tentacle seemed to touch some kind of barrier, and it shook violently and stopped above the heads of the two men.

No, that doesn't stop there......

The blue eyes widened to the maximum, and in her incredulous gaze, the tentacles twitched violently as if they had been ignited, and the touched position instantly turned into ashes.

What's going on?

Master Haringvan Ashamai... What exactly did he just do?!

The "severed" tentacles were like frightened beasts, quickly dodging backwards.

Raising his head, Ashamai raised his brow, which had become unusually loose due to the sudden weight loss.

"Want to run, don't you think it's a little late?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his left hand, which was already covered with runes and withered like rotten wood.

Clench into a fist.

"Puff-puff-puff——!"

The tentacles that "escaped" quickly trembled violently, and the viper-like body burst open one by one, and the gray-blue pus that erupted from the crack scattered like rain.

Chakar seemed to notice the "small" anomaly, and approached in the direction of Ashamai and the little wizard.

The earth shook, and the furiously roaring Chakar waved countless tentacles, like a pile of corpses in a river of blood, pushing the huge body forward.

As if the voice of the abyss echoed, another huge tentacle slammed down.

The nervous little wizard was startled, and subconsciously raised his arms and hugged his head to dodge.

"As I said, it's late. ”

Shaking his head lightly, Ashama raised his wand above his head.

"Bang ——————!!!!"

This time it was no longer a part, but the entire tentacle exploded directly from the inside, countless pieces of flesh fell from the sky, and the pus gushing out dyed the corpses on the battlefield gray blue.

Even the body of the evil god's body, even the part that touched the hand, exploded into a huge hole, and the surrounding tentacles broke together, and the huge figure shook for a while.

"Ahhhh——!!!!h

Chakar screamed in a heart-rending pain, his body shaking in pain, and countless tiny tentacles grew again on the blasted wounds, like snakes spewing out of a cave.

However, these newly grown tentacles have begun to decay, decay, and shrink rapidly before they have barely "grown", and at the same time, new tentacles are growing "explosively" at almost every position on Chakal's huge body.

One after another, the "reincarnation" of growth, decay, atrophy, and decay is replicated, and then on their corpses, new tentacles grow and repeat this cycle.

"Death, resurrection, remodeling... For the body of the evil god who was already dead and relied on the power of the void to constantly 'deceive' the material world, the power of 'resurrection' was tantamount to a poison that pierced the intestines. ”

Speaking slowly, there was no fluctuation in Haringvan Ashamai's voice, and Gu Jing did not wave:

"An existence that survives by the power of the Void, Chakar;

Your move to 'deceive' the world......

will pay a price——!"