"Ian, watch your back!" a young girl cried eagerly.

Sid heard the shouts and hurriedly looked at the door of the bell tower, screaming to himself that there was no sign of the Eater of Souls, and the latter was attacking from behind Ian under the cover of smoke. The lightning wrapped in black clouds drew two folded lines in a roundabout way, slashing towards Ian.

The young man held a short sword in his left hand, his body seemed to be shaky, his shoulders shrugged, and he gasped for air.

Hearing the call, he still didn't look back, but squeezed a few words out of his mouth with difficulty from between his teeth: "Not yet...... Enough!" he gritted his teeth, and the blue light in his eyes lit up like a flame. In an instant, a short, lightly armed boy appeared behind him like a flame, his whole body was translucent, and he was still constructed by spiritual power. The short boy leaned his back against him, holding a dagger in each hand. Looking at his face, it seems to be a child named Andrew.

Andrew clenched the dagger with both hands, crossed it in front of his chest, slightly bent the arch of his foot, and kicked it out like a blue meteor.

"Bell!" The fangs of the Soul Eater bit the dagger in Andrew's hand in mid-air, and it burst out with a piercing sound like metal impact, shaking Sid's eardrums. With Andrew and the Soul Eater as the center, the dust that had just fallen was pushed around by the air currents generated by this confrontation, and tumbled away. Spirits and beasts both landed on the ground, staring at each other vigilantly, neither of them acting immediately.

Ian struggled to turn his head to look at the source of the sound warning him of the danger, and with a single glance, even his breath was taken away.

In the distance behind her, Elise was leaning against the outer wall of a house covered in blood, looking at him from the corner, her face pale.

The neckline, cuffs, and chest of Elise's coat, the hem of her robe, and the outer thighs were all stained with red and black clouds with blood. The hair, which is usually tied up in a neat way, is now scattered and fluttering in the wind. Her face was dusty, nervous, fearful, worried, worried, tired, weak, and all kinds of expressions mixed to occupy the otherwise bright, sunny, sweet face.

In despair, Ian saw Elise leaning against the wall, sliding down little by little, and finally sitting on her knees against the wall, not moving.

Ah, is she gone too? Elise ...... I've let you down. I don't even have the strength to protect you.

Zach, Andrew, Flynn, Jossen, Ba, Elise...... I'm living alone, and what else do I have to do while I'm alive?

The wind grew stronger in Breeze Village, whirring in everyone's ears. Carrying the icy and biting air of the Eternal Night Moon, the wind blew across his cheeks like snow elves passing over his skin, making people can't help but feel excited. The dense black clouds in the sky seemed to be stirred up by an invisible stick, and the black clouds swirled, and the black hole like the eye of the wind was above Ian's head, looking at the battlefield below. Chaotic blue specks of psychic light flew around the battlefield like a swarm of manic and hungry mosquitoes.

Andrew's dagger swung faster and faster, without any discipline at all, it was completely a lifeless slash. If he was a living person, his breath and physical strength would not be enough to support such an action, but Andrew was a spirit and was unconscious. He is part of Ian's psychic power, and it is Ian's spiritual world that constantly supports his actions.

Shrine maidens, tell me now what is the use of my backbone?

The Soul Eater didn't seem to care about Andrew's rough attacks at all, dodging left and right, and Sid, who was twenty paces away, even sensed that it was at ease.

Sid slashed back from the enemy in front of him, spun around and swung away from the short spear stabbed by another mushroom thief, followed by a punch that shook the opponent away. Taking advantage of this gap, he took a lunge step, broke out of the encirclement, and sped towards the back of the Soul Eater.

The position that Sid is aiming at, as long as he waits for the Soul Eater to dodge Andrew's attack and leap backwards, he will eat a thrust slash from him, and he will be seriously injured if he does not die. It's a pity that the praying mantis catches the cicada, the yellow finch is behind, and Sid's good calculation is severely shattered by another ambusher.

Just as Sid was about to burst into his predetermined position, a wooden spear sliced through the air far in front of him to the right.

Sid heard the noise and subconsciously turned his head to look, but he didn't have time to control his body to change direction in the full-speed rush.

The spear shattered his shoulder armor and pierced his left shoulder, and carried him to the house on the other side, and with a "thud", he nailed him to the wall. The force of the throw was apparently enormous, centered on the position where the spear had been nailed, and the wall was cracked like a spider web on all sides, and Sid, with a penetrating wound to the shoulder, was pushed by the tremendous force of the spear, and his vest slammed into the wall.

An unusually tall mushroom thief with strong limbs walked in the direction of the spear, and his face was a smirk that was extremely incommensurate with that of the mushroom thief. The other mushroom thieves are like children around it, and they don't look like the same species at all.

Ian's eyes were open, blue flames still burning in his sockets, but he felt as if he had hidden in the depths of this shell. Through his eyes, he saw Sid crash into the wall and be pinned to the wall.

Is this the price of the imagination? It's too expensive. Sid, tell me how I can look at this situation positively, and we're too weak after all...... No, it's me. I can't save any of them.

Sid was hit with stars in the eyes, his throat was sweet, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. The pain in my shoulders and back was so severe that I almost fainted. But he was choked by the dust and smoke of the shaking wall, and his face was covered with blood, and he barely passed out on the spot after coughing. In a daze, he opened his eyes hard, but saw a spirit that looked exactly like himself standing in front of him with his back to him, holding a long sword that was exactly the same as himself, but it was also constructed by spiritual power. Sid subconsciously looked at Ian and found that behind Ian, Elder Jossen's corpse also rose and gathered a spirit body identical to Jossen.

Ian ...... Ian ......" Sid tried to call Ian's name, but weakness and vertigo made him barely able to speak, "Lao Tzu is not dead yet...... You bastard...... brat!"

Ian couldn't hear him, he couldn't actually hear anything at the moment. His self-consciousness has been immersed in the depths of the spiritual world, and in exchange for more spiritual power, he is constantly pursuing the limits of his spiritual realm. Ian remembered that the witch had said that emotions can give a huge boost to psychic power, but too many negative emotions can easily cause the user to fall into a rampage and lose control.

However, he can't care about so much at the moment.

"Do you want to be a cowardly survivor under the protection of others, you useless boy?"

"Do you want to run away again?"

"When will you know how to fight?"

If you don't have the strength, what can you fight?

I need to remember more people, more details, more spirituality, I need more combat power......

Anyone, anything, as long as they can fight for me, as long as they can help me fight off these abominable monsters......!

Ian was hysterical in his mental world, but his body still stood silently, even shaking.

Sid's vision became more and more blurred, and he vaguely saw Ba's spirit body joining the battle, Elder Qiao Sen brandished a shovel, his own spirit body seemed to have slashed the Soul Eater with a long sword, and a huge demon wolf with a human face was running around the battlefield and biting, knocking down someone's house, and the rumbling sound echoed in his ears. His last thought before losing consciousness was to suspect that something must have gone wrong with his head.

With a "dang bang", Ian's short sword was released from his hand and fell to the ground, his whole body was surrounded by blue spiritual power, floating slightly, and his feet had left the ground.

His hands, eyes, and even his body were filled with blue points of spiritual light, flying around him in a chaotic circle.

"Not yet...... Enough ......" his mouth opened slightly, and he barely managed to spit out a few words in a voice that could almost only be heard by himself, as if he was under the weight of a thousand pounds.

Ian couldn't see anything in his eyes anymore, and it was pitch black all around him, and he could only feel that his body was sinking. The feeling of exhaustion and fatigue, mixed with a hint of emptiness, made him reluctant to open his eyes. What are you going to do when you open your eyes? There's nothing around anyway. He closed his eyes in satisfaction and let his body slowly fall.

On the battlefield, the Soul Eater was trampled under the feet of the strange demon wolf spirit, gnawing into a blur of flesh and blood. The leader of the giant mushroom thieves was slashed by the spirit swords of Andrew, Sid and others who caught up after being hit by a few arrows from Frynn. It's just that their actions and appearances have long since departed from their proper posture, appearing crazy, weird, and hysterical.

In addition to the spirits of Zach, Frynn, Andrew, Sid, Jyoson, and Ba, there is also a group of spirit soldiers on the battlefield whose faces cannot be seen clearly. All the spirits continued to fight and disperse, but as soon as they collapsed, they were immediately reappeared, and the scene was chaotic and eerie. Speculative blue dots of light fluttered and stirred across the battlefield, scattering like fallen leaves with the bitter cold wind.

An elk, half bright and transparent, half covered in darkness, began to watch everything that happened here from the hillside not far outside the village. Seeing this, it turned gracefully, walked to the back of the hillside without looking back, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Ian's psychic power was far from enough to manifest so many spirits at once, let alone control them in sophisticated combat at the same time. His consciousness was gone, and all that was left was the survival instinct that had hollowed out everything into his heart to gain spiritual power.

His mouth still repeats mechanically the consciousness he had left before: "Not enough ......"

Once again, Ian materialized a shattered soldier's spirit, but it had no enemies on the battlefield.

"That's enough, Ian. A pair of hands gently wrapped around his waist, "That's enough." ”

Immediately after, something snuggled up to his cold chest like a small animal.

In the darkness, Ian suddenly smelled a familiar and special scent, the fragrance of dragon's tooth orchid, mixed with some creamy sweetness.