"Bang!"

The invisible wall of air blocked the Sworn Knight's sword with all its might, knocking his figure into the air.

The note of the rib cracking sounded, and the resolute figure rose into the air like a broken sack, slammed and bounced, falling in a pool of blood in the rubble.

The one-arm clutched the hilt of the sword and supported the body to climb up, but countless black mist had risen at the same time, rushing from all directions.

"Poof! poof!"

The frost-faced Serol waved his hand like a musical instrument, and the swirling black mist swooped down and rolled up again and again with his movements, ravaging the scarred Knights of the Oath.

A minute later, the black fog cleared.

The dying Knight of the Oath was covered in blood, and his tattered body no longer showed any "human" shape—bones were torn off, muscles were torn, and blood was constantly spilling from every corner of his body, and there was no trace of life in sight.

But he's alive.

Poof-

A black mist that turned into a spear pierced his neck, and the Knights of Oath were hoisted by the palms raised by Seriel.

"You think you can provoke me, you think... Your persistence, stubbornness, can be an obstacle in my eyes. ”

Serol, whose face was like frost, reflected a hideous madness in his pupils:

"Congratulations, you've made it. ”

The Knight of Oath who was suspended in the air was motionless, only the only one arm left, still clutching the "bright star" in his hand.

"Fanenscist... Yes, that pathetic guy has become one with me, and even his radical ideas have had a slight influence on me. ”

"But that's all, because no matter how stubborn and dying you are, it only brings me a little bit... A troubled thing that is not worth mentioning, a mere wild dog, deserves to be commended. ”

"I, Serol, the real 'Cross'... The wild dog that bestows upon you this Holy Cross, a glorious and hopeless end. As the voice slowly fell, Serol's expression became cold again, leaving only absolute sane indifference:

"You are witnessing with your own eyes in this place where the void meets the material, that I... How to hold the whole world in the palm of your hand!"

"This is what I gave you... A final commendation, wild dogs. ”

The moment he spoke, Seriel's other hand jerked up, and a black mist rolled up, enveloping the knight of the oath's one-arm.

"Poof! poof!"

Tugging, chewing, biting... In the black mist, there was the sound of tearing muscles and biting bones.

The broken arms turned into pieces and pieces of bone and flesh, and together with the "Bright Star" sword, they fell from the "Great Tower" from the sky, and fell hundreds of meters below Golovin.

But that's not the end of it... With Seriel's raised hands, more black mist turned into substance, and rushed towards the broken body.

Three black shadows ripped off the rest of his limbs;

fickle needles, piercing every part of his torso;

The hammer-like fog kept beating, smashing echoes of vibration between the wailing ribs;

A silky black mist pierced through the already shattered eyeballs, stirring in the skull...... In just a few tens of seconds, the Knight of Oath who was suspended in mid-air turned into countless pieces... Again.

Bodies and flesh fell from the sky and spilled into the city.

But the Knights of the Oath are still alive, and they have not been completely erased—or conversely, as long as the Holy Cross remains, he will never be truly erased.

Even if the body and mind are destroyed countless times, and the consciousness collapses... As long as that cold and ruthless will remains, he... The dog of the Holy Cross... will stand up again and stand in front of yourself.

"But... How long does it take to climb 300 meters with just flesh and blood?"

The sneering Serol slowly looked back, staring in the direction of Golovin Cathedral with a deep chill: "Before that, your existence was already destroyed by me... Holy Cross. ”

This is not enough.

The Knights of the Oath, just the instinctive resistance of the Holy Cross, Loren Turin, the stranger from another world... It's their last desperate bet.

And, there are dragons.

The wretched creatures who were timid and cowardly must have noticed their movements, but they chose to ignore them, but when Loren Turin appeared, they thought they could have some hope to help the stranger.

Therefore, more means are needed to buy yourself enough time to capture the Holy Grail.

Time... Seliol frowned slightly, even after gradually adapting to the influence of the material world on him, he still could not fully control the changes in "time" after returning from the void again.

Unlike the void, all changes in the material world take time, and whether fast or slow, there will be a certain "interval"—and the perception of the "length" or "fast" or "slow" change of the interval is different for each being.

Even elves and humans, two beings who are almost indistinguishable, have subtle "differences" in their perception of time, which is partly due to the fact that he needs to confirm his sensitivity to the various changes in the material world.

Under the huge gray-blue vortex, Seliol, who overlooked the earth, opened his arms and slowly raised his upward palms, as if he was holding them up, calling for something.

The elven girl Xuera, who was huddled in the corner, threw her trembling body to the ground, staring at her eyes full of fear and adoration at the same time, looking at Seriol's thin but incomparably majestic figure.

Uncountable... The powerful and violent power of the Void is converging under the "order" of this Lord.

"Boom ————"

Purple lightning fell, igniting a sea of fire above the earth.

In the midst of the fire, countless burned, melted, and flowing bones began to gather until they became a huge, obese and faltering monster of more than 20 meters, crawling out of the fire with a roar.

Its face, its torso, its minions... It was all made of bones and flesh, and every time the obese body moved, you could hear the bones shattering and the blood flowing.

Evil God Shell.

Formed by the power of the void, a huge monster that can easily destroy a city and an army is awakened like a loyal watchdog by the "Lord Seliol" in front of it... The frightened elven girl's eyes widened, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

Terrible, world-destroying monsters, in the eyes of this grown-up, are just slaves and dogs at his disposal!

"Boom ————"

Before Sheila could recover from her excitement, another loud bang exploded in her ears... Purple lightning rained down from the sky, igniting a sea of fire on the earth just like it had just done.

The elven girl's eyes widened.

This—this is really... What exactly is this......

"Boom ——————"

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

"Ahh

With an exclamation, the red-haired girl who was running wildly tripped over the head of a dead man who fell from the sky, and staggered forward and threw herself into the pile of dead people on the ground.

The embarrassed red-haired girl didn't even have the time to look at it, panicked and got up as she ran, desperately running towards the street in front of her, which she didn't know where it was.

The streets behind her were collapsing, and in the roar of crumbling, the rotting corpses that roared like ice cracks surged like a flood in hot pursuit.

"How can this be, how can it be like this!"

Vera, a red-haired girl who couldn't cry while running for her life, screamed incessantly.

It has been more than ten days since the huge vortex appeared in the sky above the imperial capital.

Half-angry, half-prepared to "sacrifice for world peace", Shera followed the footprints and traces of the Knights of Oath and arrived in the imperial capital of Golovin.

But by the time she finally stood outside the city gates, the original Empress of Ten Thousand Cities had completely changed her appearance, and had become a city of death that was very unfamiliar to her.

The towering walls are solitary, charred gates, bustling streets and cities are reduced to large expanses of flat, endless ruins, the Golovin hills are reduced to towering peaks, lifting the vault and the cathedral into the sky, and the bustling extra-city bazaar, where only the half-charred statue of Empress Brunhilde greets her arrival......

As for the bustling citizens of the capital... The carrion demons who are chasing after the red-haired girl are the last citizens of the city, and the people are honest and simple, and they are more hospitable than ever.

"Ahh......h

The red-haired girl who ran straight and frantically grew up and cried profusely, the fear of death made her forget her goal, and she didn't even know which direction she was going, and ran towards the arena completely by some instinct.

Although I don't know why, the surrounding rotting demons seem to be consciously avoiding the arena, so just run towards that side, and the monsters who run to the arena won't chase after them anymore.

Vera thought almost instinctively.

"Boom ——————"

The thunder exploded in the distance, and Vera, who had fled for her life, did not forget to use the corner of her eye to catch a glimpse of the direction where the purple lightning had fallen—in the sea of fire, the body of the evil god made of flesh and blood corpses rose from the ground, letting out a trembling roar.

"Ahhhhh——!h

The frightened red-haired girl burst into tears and ran towards the arena that was already close at hand without looking back.

"Boom ——————"

The thunder has not stopped, and is even more frequent than before.

Lightning fell from the sky one after another, and the raging sea of fire burned, and the terrible and vicious roar sounded one after another.

In the past, even in the land where the power of the void was extremely concentrated, even in the land of the Azorean elven kingdom that had been completely devoured and "polluted" by the void, there would only be one evil god shell in an area, and one after another appeared in the ruins of the streets of the imperial capital, as if all the monsters in the world had crawled out of the abyss, roaring and ravaging the world in front of them.

“...... The evil gods have come, and hell is empty......"

The red-haired girl who suddenly heard the words of the Oath Knight in her mind was in the mood to look back and take a second look, brandishing her sword and the "bright silver" she got from Edward, and doing her best to fight her way through the frenzy of rotting corpses that were about to drown herself.

"Poof!"

The red-haired girl who climbed over the parapet and fell heavily on the sand of the arena collapsed to the ground, and the never-ending tremors, roars, and thunder outside the parapet were in her ears.

She just collapsed on the ground, breathing like a dying fish, enjoying the pain of not dying, tears spilling uncontrollably from the corners of her eyes and mixing with sweat.

Alive, alive yourself.

From becoming a night watchman to the present, Vera has never felt such a terrible thing to be alive - not even in the Ebolden Rebellion, in the Elven Kingdom of the Azores, on the battlefield of Ebolden... She had never experienced it before.

It wasn't until this moment that she really understood what Edward meant by "powerless"... That's right, literally, without any element of exaggeration.

In the face of such a terrible force that can destroy the world, I can't do anything - even if I try, I can only feel the deepest powerlessness and despair.

In Golovin, the imperial capital that has been ravaged by the power of the void in turn, and monsters have descended, a little night watchman can't do anything at all...... Not even alive, let alone the one who stopped the Black Cross Serol.

No, it's not just me... Even if it were the army of the Empire, the army of hundreds of thousands could only do nothing - no matter how many ordinary soldiers were in front of the shells of the evil gods and hundreds of thousands of rotting corpses, they were just allowed to ravage and shred flesh at will, and it was meaningless.

I don't know when, thousands of rotting demons or dozens of evil god shells outside will rush into the arena and tear themselves to shreds - no one will know how they died, and their own death is meaningless and will not do anything at all.

Edward... It was probably because he witnessed this despair that he decided to do nothing and wait quietly for death, right?

The desperate red-haired girl lay on the sand, motionless as if all her strength had been drained, and closed her eyes silently.

"Boom ——————"

The thunder exploded in her ears, and a miserable white light pierced her eyes, and the surprised Vera did not dodge, but opened her eyes wide, not daring to blink.

A huge, burly, monstrous monster, reflected in her fear-filled pupils.

At that moment, Vera came to her senses.

She finally knew why the rotting corpses had watched her run into the arena, but they didn't even have a guy chasing after her and killing her.

It's not that I don't want to, but I don't dare.

"Boom ——!!!!"

In the middle of the sand of the arena, a huge monster appeared out of thin air and let out a roar that made the earth tremble;

The wide-eyed red-haired girl lay flat on the sand, motionless and waiting for death.

That's right, if you die, you won't be able to escape, and you're definitely going to be doomed—it's useless to struggle, it's better to be as simple as Edward said.

One second, two seconds, three seconds......

"Boom ————!!!!"

A huge black shadow fell from the sky, and the red-haired girl who was full of excitement instinctively got up, and was swept into the air like a nimble rabbit by the rolled up air waves.