Looking at the hideous, vicious, roaring "monster", a trace of ominousness flashed in the gray-eyed boy's heart.

The dragon knights of the Dragon King, the werewolves of the glacial wastes, and even the corpses corrupted by the Elixir of the Holy Blood... It's not like he's never fought with "monsters".

But there had never been a single one that made him feel so sick as the "Chakar" in front of him.

The cold touch swept through the whole body, the hands and feet stiffened, and the heart beat faster......

"Lusen, stand back. ”

The black-haired wizard's right hand pressed his shoulder, and the gray-eyed boy woke up suddenly, a trace of panic flashed in the corner of his eye: "Lord Loren, I ......"

"Don't be nervous, I'm not trying to rob you. Loren smiled lightly, his right hand already pressed the hilt of the great sword on the saddle, and "forcibly" pushed him behind him:

"But... Chakar, he's mine!"

The voice was soft, but the black-haired wizard spoke firmly.

"But I'm your guard!" Lusen still "doesn't give up": "My duty is to protect you!"

"That's why I'm handing over my body and the warriors to you. Loren looked sideways and stared at the face that was never convinced: "Take our army and stand until the moment of final victory." ”

"Let me also see how many catties and taels there are in the empire's youngest genius flag leader!"

With a soft snort, the gray-eyed boy who clenched his teeth turned his head suddenly, and his thin figure rushed into the chaotic battlefield behind him like an afterimage.

"Poof——!

Two white lights intertwined, and in an instant, the heads of the four "dead soldiers" had already flown into the air, and the originally narrow and crowded battlefield was instantly empty.

"Everyone... Follow me!"

The hand holding the sword wiped the blood off his face, and Lusen, who gritted his teeth, turned over and got on his horse, and shouted hoarsely in that still immature voice:

"Follow me——!!!!"

With a thrilling battle cry, the Byrne knights and Boi hussars, who were fighting separately, gathered one after another, and rushed out together with the galloping figure, rushing towards the battlefield on the outskirts of the front like a rushing torrent.

The earth trembled with the sound of iron hooves that shook the earth.

Looking sideways at the distant figure, the black-haired wizard had a solemn expression.

He didn't know if this decision was the right one, but in this situation, Lusen was the only person he could rest assured... Command the army for yourself and block the encirclement and suppression of the dead soldiers.

I hope I survive......

"Loren... Turin ——!!!!"

Chakar's hysterical roar was heard again, and the sound of madness seemed to come from hell;

The heavy hooves trampled and shook the earth, and there was not a single flesh in the bloody mouth, but it was full of sharp fangs;

The large, twisted figure resembled that of an ogre, and the sacs of flesh that came out of the flesh under the hair were still bursting, and gray-blue pus was splattering in all directions.

Really, it couldn't be uglier.

Clenching the hilt of the sword hard, the bright silver blade shining brightly under the clear sky.

Dawn... Unsheathed!

The great sword was at his side, and the black-haired wizard with a blank face stepped forward;

Almost at the same time, the mad howl sounded again;

Two figures, one big and one small, face to face, bumped into each other head-on.

"Bell ——!!!!"

The moment the fire burst out, it was as if even the air was burning!

The blade slid over Chakar's claws, and the black-haired wizard stepped forward, leaping over Chakar's head.

Chakar, who opened his bloody mouth and roared, threw his head back sharply, and his right claw, which was as bright as a long knife, with a scream like tearing through the air, swung fiercely at the figure in mid-air.

In the moment when he didn't have time to dodge, Loren could only free his left hand and aim the caster at Chakar's face.

High-level spells, Force Impact.

The sudden wave of anger seemed to have been flapped to the side of Chakar's head, and even the waving claws deviated from the direction in which they began.

"Poof——!

Plasma gushes, deep into the bones.

Even though he had dodged as much as he could, the armor on the black-haired wizard's left arm and shoulder that had been rubbed was instantly torn apart, leaving a wound in his wake.

The enemy is not your average ferocity, but... It is not without weaknesses;

Just as the excessive use of spells can drain a wizard's energy and erode his body, the more Chakar indulges and squanders the power of the void in his body, the more his sanity will be eroded.

If he was just crazy at the beginning, he is completely insane now.

The black-haired wizard who landed steadily kept thinking about tactics, and his figure quickly slid back.

Chakar, who didn't let him go in the slightest, immediately roared and rushed in!

The heavy front hooves were raised high and fell head-on like a war hammer.

"Boom ——!!!!"

Smoke and dust!

The black-haired wizard slid out of the smoke like a shadow, and the blade of the Dawn greatsword was already horizontal above his head before Chakar's claws swung down.

"Bell ——!"

The sharp claws slipped from the blade of the sword, and in a cold moment, Loren coldly picked up his backhand, and the sharp tip of the sword tore the flesh of the claw quilt, and the gray-blue pus was scattered like raindrops.

Sliding, dodging, parrying, counterattacking!

Around Chakar's massive ogre-like figure, Loren's non-stop rapid movement made Chakar tired of coping, and every confrontation was instantaneous, and every millimeter deviation could kill him!

The monster is so crazy that ordinary people don't have time to react to the attack, but the figure of the black-haired wizard can always dodge and parry in the moment of lightning and fire, looking for the next place to dodge and counterattack.

Amid the heart-shaking howl of the beast and the incessant roar, the soldiers of the Duke's Guard who surrounded them were stunned and stood motionless.

I want to get involved in the battle, but I don't know what to do;

They had also heard from Lusen that the Duke to whom they were loyal had trekked alone in the northern ice fields, hunting ogres with elves in the Oldwood Forest, but ......

Legendary stories are never as shocking as seeing is believing;

This is the Duke of Loren Turin, whom we are loyal to and who we will defend to the death... Real strength.

He... Do you really need our guards?

"Poof——!

The whistling black shadow flew towards the back of Chakar's neck with a whistling howl that tore through the air.

At the moment of hit, the pierced part suddenly rose with green smoke, and then the blue spark ignited, quickly devouring all the flesh and blood touched around it!

The howling Chakar struggled in a rage, revealing his flaws in an instant, and the black-haired wizard who seized the moment raised his great sword and slashed off his right front hoof.

The eyes of the guards turned in the same direction, and the little wizard with his bow held high had a second arrow in his hand.

The furious Chakar finally sensed the enemy behind him, and shot down the flying arrows with a backhand claw, but the turquoise flames ignited the back of his claws.

The potion applied to the Arrow of Al Yin is a corrosive viscous substance made from the herbs of the elves of the Morning Star Forest and a modified ignition agent - the original effect is to degrade the body of an ogre, so it has an effect on monsters corrupted by the void that is not inferior to Mithril.

"Don't be stunned, attack with the crossbow and ignition in your hands!" Ain, who noticed that the guards were still looking at him, shouted at them through gritted teeth:

"Interrupt the monster's attention as much as possible and help Loren create opportunities!"

"Even if we can't fight together, at least there is something we can do!"

"Ahh

The guards who finally reacted raised their crossbows and took aim, or threw out the only ignition charge in their hands with all their might.

A barrage of fire was fired from all directions, the black-haired wizard slid out of the gap, and the furious Chakar was instantly caught in a rain of arrows, and shattered igniters flying from all angles fell head-on.

"Boom ————!!!!"

Under the dazzling blue firelight, Chakar was shrouded in flames like a huge torch standing on the chaotic battlefield, and the figure in the flames could be seen struggling amid the heart-rending roar.

Win?

An inexplicable surprise came to everyone's mind, but before they could laugh, the black-haired wizard turned his head sharply and roared at them:

"Everybody——, get down ——!"

The next moment, a violent sound of breaking the air sounded, and the hot air wave spread around Chakar as the center.

Bang——!

The flames dispersed, and the charred and huge figure stood up again, the unburned flames still on him, and gray-blue pus flowed through the charred skin, as if to clothe Chakar with a hideous and terrifying armor.

"Loren... Turin ——!!!!"

It was as low as a roar from the abyss, and with a whistling voice, Chakar swooped down.

The black-haired wizard didn't dodge, and stood still in place.

With a distance of less than a hundred paces, the other party can pounce in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Loren clenched the hilt of his sword in both hands, long and heavy, with a blade nearly two meters at his side.

Step out, half-squat sideways, front knee slightly bent, backward and straight;

Under the reinforcement of transcendent perception, not only the every movement of Chakar who pounced was extremely clear, but even the sharp blade in his hand seemed to come to life.

Joke......

No matter how sharp a weapon is, it is just a dead thing, no matter how powerful it is, it is only a tool, obsessed with power, and even willing to do anything to get it... It's the poor creature in front of you.

Squinting his eyes, Loren stared at Chakar, who had only three hooves left, but was still struggling to rush towards him.

He may not have remembered his original goal, his mind has been consumed by the power of the void, and the thought of "defeating himself" may be left in his remaining consciousness.

The left hand with the "caster" gripped the tip of the hilt, and the "Force Impact" poured into the blade shook the spine of the sword, making a piercing crashing sound without interruption.

This trick was learned by Loren from Edward, the Night's Watchman, who could pierce even the strongest armor out of thin air with the power of his blade.

Although Loren can't do such an exaggerated situation, he can rely on his physical advantage to use a "trick" method.

"Loren... Turin ——!!!!"

The moment the roar exploded in his ears, the black-haired wizard opened his eyes suddenly, twisted his waist with all the strength of his hands, and swung it out with all his might.

Sword Wind Slash!

"Poof——!

Plasma gushing.

The stunned guards stared at the figure still standing there with wide eyes.

Only a few rags remained of the blood-soaked tunics, and bloody claw marks stretched from Loren's shoulders to his flanks.

"Bell ——!"

Gasping for breath, the black-haired wizard who supported his body with his sword turned around and looked coldly at Chakar, who was also staring at him.

The vicious and distorted face was full of unwillingness.

"Plop ——!"

The viciously twisted face fell to the ground along with the head, leaving only a smooth incision.

Gray-blue pus gushed out of his body cavity and from his neck.

With the gushing "blue blood", the huge body that was constantly twitching fell to its knees on all fours, and collapsed to the ground weakly.

Losing his mind, all but tyranny and murderous desires remain... It's a weakness common to all monsters eroded by the Void.

Vampires, ghouls, ogres, evil god shells, and even some evil god called "Mezca"... It's better than that.

"Loren?!"

After confirming that Chakar had fallen to the ground, the worried little wizard hurriedly ran up and put his arm on his shoulder:

"We... Won, right?"

"Win... It's still early. Looking at the expression on Ain's face that almost wrote the word "worried", Loren couldn't help but chuckle, and pulled the wound and twitched his cheeks:

"Even if Chakar is killed, there will be no less than tens of thousands of centaur troops, not to mention ......"

Loren, who wanted to stop talking, frowned slightly.

Although faint, he could still feel the power of the void in Chakar's body.

If Chakar has become a quasi-farnesian being, then it is not safe to kill him, at least destroy him completely with the "Dream of Ran" and burn the wreckage with a fire.

As Chakar fell, the nervous guards breathed a sigh of relief, but before they could rejoice that they had survived, a hurried horn sounded.

"Woo————————!!!!"

For a moment, almost all of them turned their eyes in the direction from which the horn came from, staring nervously at the black horizon in the distance.

The continuous vibration and the rolling smoke and dust became louder and more obvious.

The people who were still terrified of the battle just now turned pale to the extreme.

"Centaur ......" The little wizard with wide eyes looked up desperately: "Is it the centaur army that wants to attack and avenge their leader?"

"Like, it's not just ...... like that."

Looking at the galloping centaur army and billowing smoke and dust in the distance, the expression is hard to see.

The strong void reaction, and the sound of no omen... If memory serves, Loren has only met in two places.

Nidhogg's Dragonlord Tower, and... Ebolden, which was turned into a blood sacrifice ground;

Consider Chakar's remark again;

...... Centaurs have no future......

A flash of surprise, a terrifying guess

The black-haired wizard couldn't help but hold his breath, his pupils constricted.

Chakar, this madman... Could it be that the Holy Blood Potion was spread throughout the Centaur tribe?!