"A bunch of maniacs!"

Hurdorf left the castle in frustration, as an oracle of the night, forced away by two Light Believers who were far below him, which was an indelible memory of defeat in his life experience.

As an art-loving night powerhouse, Herdorf has the narcissism of an artist and the dignity of a strong man, and should give a resolute blow to all opponents who dare to challenge him, but he can grow all the way to the position of a divine messenger in a dark night environment full of danger and cruelty, and the two advantages of perceiving danger and being able to take care of it at critical times are the keys to his survival to this day.

As Charles and Ariana danced on the tip of their swords, avoiding their own moves again and again, he sensed that something was wrong.

Hovering on the edge of life and death is a death thing in itself, and with a 50% win rate, you can bet on dozens or hundreds of times in a row, how dare you die like this?

Do you think you are a blessed god?

So when Herdorf sensed that Charles's rank had broken through the low rank and his strength had skyrocketed several times, he immediately assessed the risk factor of continuing to fight with Charles, and finally immediately admitted that he had left Greensburg.

This is the world of light, the night side is inherently disadvantaged, and those righteous church riders will be as generous and fearless as Ariana and Honey to die in succession, using their lives to maintain the dignity of the light, but they can't get much help and support from the night side, everything depends on themselves.

"The Night Mark on Dietley didn't work, damn it!"

"I'm just an unlucky man who has been exiled, and Thorin's crown doesn't care, can I take too much risk?" said Herdorf, smirking to himself, and disappeared into the dark jungle.

Thorin is a high-level transcendent in the Brov family, and he is also a high-level night boss who planted the mark of the doppelganger in Dietley's body, and that wisp of consciousness can burst out with powerful power when necessary, but it was completely ineffective in the battle just now, and Helldorf thought that the Marquis of Dietre was given up by His Majesty Thorin, so he left the Marquis of Dietre and slipped away alone.

His followers are all near several strongholds around Lorraine, and Dietré and him are not actually a faction, and his death is not much of a loss in strength, just one less friend to have fun with.

As Herdorf walked along the darkness, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and in surprise he stretched out his palm and put it in front of his eyes, and in disbelief he found that he could not see anything.

As a fourth-order Night Whisperer, he has the ability to communicate with the night, and the night is like the day of the Light Believer to him, and Hel can't figure out how he can reach out in the night without seeing his fingers.

"Suo... Forest... It's you... Are you coming?"

Haldorf shuddered, shivering, and asked into the void.

Just now he thought that His Majesty Thorin had given up on Dietley, but now that he has appeared again, he doesn't know how to explain this matter, whether it is in the dark night or the light world, abandoning his comrades is a matter that can be dealt with by the above.

No one answered him in the darkness, but he lost control of his body, and it floated, and then the endless darkness enveloped him.

The darkness was pure, clean, and thick, and all the praise of the night that Herdorf could think of could not accurately describe what it was.

"It's not Your Majesty Sorrin, it's ....... True God ........"

At this time, Helldorf knew that something was wrong, that it was impossible for His Crown Solin to have this pure darkness, and that only the gods of the night side had this pure, clean darkness.

It's a pity that Herdorf is now speechless, and he can't even beg for mercy.

A wisp of domineering consciousness savagely invaded Haldorf's mind, instantly breaking through his weak and pitiful conscious defenses and stirring up his memory.

"Drink, drink...... Drink ......"

Herdorf was only gasping for breath in pain, and when the images of Charles appeared in his mind continuously, he finally knew what he had done wrong.

That Marquis of Lorraine, who can't die no matter how he does, is really a god, but he is not a god of light, but a god of the night!

Only the Night Celestial can ignore his Night Veil, and only the Night Celestial can adapt to the darkness better than himself.

"So we're all our own people!"

"Boom!"

Herdorf's fragile mind only lasted for a few dozen seconds under the overbearing consciousness before it completely collapsed, and before he died, he faintly heard a woman's voice.

"Hmph!

“.........”

..........

..........

Helldorf's figure disappeared into the jungle with the endless darkness, and Charles and Ariana chased after him ten minutes later.

Charles sensed the familiar aura and the anomaly of the black ring on his finger, and he just asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, is that you?"

was knocked to the ground by a small ray of lightning shot from the ring, and his whole body twitched, and a small spark appeared.

"I didn't pay less than the public rations...... Why ......."

"Crackle!"

Charles didn't dare to squeak anymore, this was the rhythm of not letting people refute the speech, he had seen it too many times in his previous life with his ex-girlfriend.

"Charles, what's wrong with you, what's going on?"

Ariana, who was following behind, saw Charles fall to the ground and quickly ran to his side.

"I've just been promoted, and the spiritual power in my body is unstable, just rest for a while, don't come here, don't come near me!" Charles hurriedly stopped Ariana from approaching, and the man's intuition told him that the reason why he suffered was probably related to Ariana.

Ariana suddenly realized, drew her sword and stood by Charles's side to help him guard him.

The black ring trembled with eagerness, as if waiting for Charles to quibble again, but Charles lay on the ground and pretended to be a dead dog, and it took a long time for the wisp of the queen's consciousness in the black ring to fall silent.

Charles let out a long sigh of relief, rolled over and lay on the ground in a large shape, looking at the starry sky through the gap in the dense jungle, full of pessimism about the rest of his life.

He clearly felt that Her Majesty was becoming more and more emotional, she was just indifferent and cruel before, but now she had learned to be brutal, and the consciousness clone she had divided was becoming more and more intelligent, and the little bit of consciousness clone in the black ring could actually distinguish her own emotions.

"Whoa"

"For the light, fight!"

Before the charr could sigh about life, a noisy fighting sound came from the direction of Greensenburg.

The two of them hurriedly ran back, a distance of several miles, and then they saw a group of night monsters besieging the elite team left outside the castle by the Charr.

The monks of the Church of St. Lemmon unleashed the Dawn Magic, and the knights with swords and shields fought the monsters in front, while the few people hiding behind took out a strange-looking copper pipe.

"Poof!"

A mist of water sprayed out more than ten meters away, drenching over those monsters, and after falling down, it was contaminated with the monsters, burning out bursts of green smoke.

Ariana had already had a question in her heart, and only then did she have the opportunity to ask, "What the hell is that liquid?"

Charles: "Ahem! Holy water, why are you so ignorant?"

Ariana: "........"