Deep in the Valley of Blood, a standoff is raging in a "long and silent" manner.

The 3,000 Byrne knights and hussars from Boi formed a blockade on the periphery according to the orders of the Duke of Byrne, and once the monster army gathered on the slope began to attack, they immediately abandoned the blockade and organized a breakthrough.

So, an hour passed, three hours passed... Thousands of cavalry were trapped in a dark valley, unable to advance or retreat.

Except for a few flag bearers who carried torches in their saddles, it was completely dark beneath the valley.

The rotting demons who confronted them were completely unexpected by the cavalry - these monsters just stood there motionless, lined up in neat rows and rows, "confronting" them almost eighty paces away.

The nearest cavalrymen could even see the rotting corpses roaring like ice, their rotting pale bodies trembling, like hyenas tethered to the reins.

Densely packed, no less than tens of thousands of carrion demons surrounded the cavalry to the death, and the two sides confronted each other from evening until late at night.

"By the way, do you know it......"

Staring at the motionless army of monsters on the opposite side, Ranmaros, the Earl of Lake City, couldn't help but shiver in the cold wind, "When are they going to pounce on me and eat me... I mean attacking us?"

"Why, why, you can't wait to be eaten by them?" Regrel, the Earl of White Horse Peak, who couldn't help but taunt, also kept trembling, "Eighty steps... If they pounce on them right away, we won't even have time to charge!"

"I know, but I don't want to be frozen to death than to be killed... Sneez!" Lanmaros couldn't help but sneeze and wiped his nose vigorously, "Knight... Just damn on the way to the charge... Sneeze!"

Rigrel didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes, and he tightened his cloak and moved his gaze to a spot of light that was hurrying towards them, "Someone's coming." ”

Lanmaros looked in the direction he was pointing—a small cavalry from the western position along the edge of the valley, led by a small, dark-haired and gray-eyed man he knew so well.

"Luceen, and... His legion of witchers?"

Just as the Earl of Lake City blurted out, the gray-eyed young man who was galloping wildly couldn't wait to rush in front of them.

"Is it Ranmaros, Earl of Lakeheart, and Lord Rigel?!"

"It's us. Rigrel, who frowned slightly, took the initiative to step forward and coughed lightly, "Excuse me, can the rear line position provide support as soon as possible, and when will the floating city ......?"

"Where's Lord Loren, where is Lord Loren now?!"

Without waiting for him to finish speaking, Lusen directly grabbed Riarreel's arm and stared at him and asked.

Rigrell shuddered and instinctively looked behind him, and the gray-eyed boy who noticed this detail couldn't help but say, leaving behind the witcher behind him and galloping away.

"Smack!"

With a muffled sound, Lusen, who was suddenly dragged, turned his head suddenly, and glared angrily at Lan Malos, who was holding his arm, "What do you want to do?!"

"I don't want to think about anything, but can you calm down?!" The Earl of Lake City glared at him unceremoniously, "Tell me, do you think that you are the only one in the world who cares about the Duke's life or death?!"

The gray-eyed young man who was robbed all at once had a red and white face, and he was speechless.

"I—I'm just ......"

"You're just too nervous... Trust me, because we're all in the same mood. Count Rigrel on the side spoke slowly, and couldn't help but glance at Lan Marlos.

This guy... Sure enough, it's still a little different from the reckless man of Bosival.

"The situation is complicated right now, the Duke is fighting a one-on-one duel with the other side, and none of us are allowed to interfere - as you can see, we have no idea what is going on, but since the black fog hasn't dissipated yet, it should be good news, right?"

"Good news... Right. The thoughtful Lusen nodded, "Since the state of mind has not been lifted, it means that the battle is not over yet, that is to say, ......"

"At least the Duke is still alive, otherwise that rabbit would have rushed out and killed us all!" Lanmaros said in a deep voice.

The three of them looked at each other with different expressions.

"So what do we do now?" Lusen was the first to speak, "The duel is not over yet, it will take some time for the Floating City to restart, and most of the army is resting." ”

Feeling the gaze on both sides focused on him, Rigrel couldn't help but glance at the black mist that had not yet dissipated, and said calmly, "Since that's the case, then my suggestion is to ...... immediately." Huh?!"

Before he finished speaking, a loud bang suddenly came from the pitch-black dome.

"Boom ————!!!!"

The roar of thunder shook everyone.

But that wasn't even the end of it, and was followed by a wind, which rolled up the snow from the flat bottom, into the air, whistling and whirling above the valley.

The wind was roaring, and the valley was filled with flying sand and rocks, and the cavalry, which had been in fairly well-organized formation, was immediately thrown into chaos, and the exclamations and screams of confusion could be faintly heard.

Many of the "smart" and "experienced" Boi hussars immediately turned over and dismounted, and buried themselves in the snow by the reins, only to be swept away by the wind in less than half a minute, tearing all the pieces of his clothes to shreds and scattering them in the air.

"Boom ————!!!!"

There was another thunderclap, deafening.

The howling wind grew louder and stronger, almost at a speed that could be perceived by the body, and became more and more violent, as if the entire valley was about to be torn to pieces by the winding hurricane.

"What's going on?!"

Count Rigrel, who was lying on horseback, desperately shouted at Lusen, "Is it the Duke's magic, or... What kind of Elven Eagle King's magic is that?!"

"I don't know! This level of power can't be measured by magic spells...... Rusen, who was also suspicious, glanced at the starry sky and saw Lanmaros on the side raise his head at some point, looking up at the starry sky in amazement.

"What are you looking at?!"

Completely shocked, the Earl of Lakeland City didn't say a word, just pointed to the sky sluggishly—the dark clouds that shrouded the Valley of Blood turned into a black storm at some point, and there was a muffled thunderous sound continuously.

"Boom ————!!!!"

Thunder tremors.

"That's... What the hell is that?"

Phew———

In an instant, the three of them shivered at the same time, and even the war horse under them neighed, and Lusen, who was dark in front of him, almost fell off the horse.

Twisted, hideous, terrifying, gagging, numb......

This... This feeling was completely crushed by the power of the void, and the fear that came from the deepest part of the world!

Lu Sien, who couldn't move on the back of the horse, said silently in his heart in shock.

There is no passive finger, but it makes people unable to move, the color of tomorrow does not change, but it seems to be dark in front of him, and his body trembles as if he is frozen... These are all too familiar to Lusen, who had confronted Farnesis, because he had a similar feeling at the time.

But... This time is different.

Because this time the Void Force's reaction... Exactly the same as Lord Loren!

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

"You... Still alive?"

The slight trembling voice was not enough to describe the surprise of the Eagle King at this moment.

Covered in blood, with his joints and bones torn, and tens of thousands of black mist spears piercing his body thousands of times......

At this moment, he was sitting quietly in the blood water, bowing his head and not saying a word.

No, no, no... None of this is critical.

The point is that he did feel his Void Power completely collapse just now, and his consciousness dissipated to a negligible level, but now he ...... But he appeared in front of him completely.

And unscathed, he didn't even feel any weakening of his Void Reflexes - it was himself, because of the series of battles just now.

"You... Why are you still alive?!"

Eagle King Tie was blue-faced, and even his pupils were trembling slightly.

Loren Turin, with his head down, frowned, as if thinking about something, and paid no attention to him at all.

"Smack!"

With a snap of his fingers, the black mist that permeated the Eagle King's body condensed, turning into spears and attacking the black-haired wizard's body.

Piercing the skull, twisting the neck, smashing the joints, tearing the flesh apart, digging out the internal organs......

In the blink of an eye, the Eagle King tore the black-haired wizard into a mess of flesh and blood once again.

And then......

In the blink of an eye, Loren Turin sat cross-legged in front of him with his head bowed and pondering.

"Impossible!"

The Eagle King's expression was hard to see, and the long knife in his right hand pointed at the black-haired wizard's face, "You, how did you do it, is this again... Is it the ability brought about by the special constitution of a stranger, or is it some kind of high-level magic spell of a wizard?!"

"No, no, even some kind of spell is only a manifestation of the power of the void, your power of the void has been completely suppressed by me, it is impossible to ......"

"Could it be that I fell for your fantasy from the beginning, and everything I feel now is just an illusion of your design?!"

"Tell me, tell me how you hid your Void Power and consciousness, and how you resurrected your body again and again?!"

This time, the black-haired wizard seemed to finally hear his voice, and raised his eyes sleepily, and the Eagle King, who was extremely nervous, stared at him almost with all his attention.

Why?

Well... Actually, I don't know, why don't you try again, maybe a few more times... Got it?

The black-haired wizard didn't speak, and a pair of eyes blinked on his innocent expression, allowing the words to come to the Eagle King's mind.

The shocked Eagle King raised his trembling right hand and aimed the tip of his knife at the top of Loren's head.

Loren Turin, whose face did not change, neither took the initiative to meet it nor deliberately avoided it, just looked at the snowy blade.

"Poof!"

In the next moment, the Mithril knife pierced through the black-haired wizard's face, dyeing half of the Eagle King's body red.

"Poof!"

The long knife swung again, and on the cross-section of the broken neck, only half of the shapeless flesh remained, and scattered pieces of flesh and fragments were poured on the Eagle King's body.

There was not a trace of blood on the mirror-like blade.

"Whew... Call... Whew......"

Gasping for breath, the Eagle King stared at the headless corpse in front of him without blinking, watching "it" begin to spasm, convulse, and gradually become cold as blood spurted out, turning into an extremely strange appearance.

But he still did not let his guard down, resisted the urge to close his eyes, and stared motionlessly.

The void reaction has begun to dissipate, and the existence of consciousness has gradually become blurred.

Indeed, Loren Turin is dead, and there is no mistake, he was killed by his own hands.

But why just now... Yes!

The Eagle King, who suddenly came to his senses, turned his gaze to the Azorean long knife in his hand.

By the way, almost all elven warriors' swords are mixed with Mithril, at least the blade is Mithril, and their own sabers are forged from Mithril - in this world, only Mithril can cause substantial damage to the power of the Void.

So no matter what trick he plays, as long as he doesn't break away from the limitations of the Void, he will definitely be able to be damaged by the Mithril weapon!

That's right, that's it!

Looking at the blade in his hand soaked in viscous plasma, a twisted smile appeared on the Eagle King's overly nervous and stiff face.

His body shuddered involuntarily, causing him to blink instinctively.

Almost in the blink of an eye, he suddenly felt an extremely frightened urge.

The blood-stained blade blocked the view, and the Eagle King, who didn't know what he was afraid of, trembled, and moved the blade upwards little by little.

First, the legs;

Then, there is the torso;

This is followed by the neck;

At last......

The Eagle King's pupils shrank suddenly.

Head... Loren Turin's head rested intact on his neck, and his disgusting face was smiling at him.

In the eyes of the Eagle King, it was no less than a demon's smile!

No, he's a demon, he's a devil, a devil who can't be killed!

"Why ——?!!!"

The Eagle King roared hysterically, as if this was the only way to suppress the fear in his heart.

"Why... Well, there are many reasons, but you just need to know one. ”

Smiling, the black-haired wizard spoke softly

"Because your power of the void is far below me—therefore, with the power of your void, no matter how many times you are given a chance, you will not be able to see me, touch me, or kill me. ”

The shocked Eagle King trembled, motionless as if he had been attacked by anger.

"Well, it doesn't seem like you understand what I mean, so I'll explain it to you seriously - your Void Power, even a small part of the Void Power you borrowed from the four evil gods, is below me, so it can't hurt me. ”

"Honorable Eagle King, you are below me, do you understand, do you want me to say it again?"

"You... Under me. ”