No matter how brave these legion rangers used to be and how tacit they cooperated, in the eyes of the black-haired wizards, they were just a few dozen puppets controlled by the power of the Void.

And even the strongest puppets can't have the tacit cooperation they once had, all that remains is the remnants of the will to fight and the mechanical and sluggish skeletons.

And the puppet is not worth being afraid of!

"Bell ——!"

The gray-blue sword light swept in an arc in the air, and in the fierce collision sound, the long halberd of the "guard" broke in response!

The guard, who had lost his weapon, instinctively threw away the halberd, raised his shield and raised his right hand to the hilt of the sword at his waist, but at that moment, the black-haired wizard who had knocked the shield apart grabbed the hilt of the sword with both hands, and with the momentum of slashing gold and iron, he backhanded the sword!

"Bang!"

The guard's head shattered in response.

Loren dodged in response, dodging the tomahawk's slash while the bright silver in his hand was already raised, and his footsteps turned, and the gray-blue flame of light slashed through an arc in midair, and the tomahawk who pounced on him was instantly cut in half!

Kicking the bones of his enemies to block the stabbing halberd, the black-haired wizard slashed away with a backhand blow that swept away the flying spear, leaving only an afterimage of the passing sword......

And then decapitate with a sword!

From the beginning to the end, the non-stop fight like a flowing cloud still can't hide the fact that the two are surrounded by enemies.

But what Loren really cared about was the depths of the royal city.

I don't know why he always has a strong premonition that if he drags on like this, something will probably happen.

"Bell ——!"

The long sword swung away the already rusted spear, and the gray-eyed boy drenched in cold sweat once again stood behind the black-haired wizard with his back to him, unswervingly blocking all enemies from behind.

Not a single one of them went wrong.

The two of them slowly raised their swords back to back, but their respective blades were not protected by their chests, but stretched straight ahead.

In the next second, the two people raised their hands almost at the same time!

"Bell!"

The sparks exploded in midair, and the black-haired wizard almost didn't dodge and pounced on the two-handed swordsman who had already jumped on the spot—just as the blades collided, the sword in the gray-eyed boy's hand stubbornly blocked the whistling spear.

Feeling the pain in his wrist, the hideous face of Lu Sien had already swung his second sword, and the cold blade did not freeze in the slightest, stabbing at the oncoming tomahawk man.

"Poof——!

An abrupt halt was heard, and a gray-blue sword slashed the tomahawk in half, and Luceen's longsword pierced the cheek of the two-handed swordsman.

The time that flowed seemed to have stopped a little at this moment.

The hands gripping the hilt of the sword seemed to tremble slightly from overexertion, but there was no trace of fear in Lusen's silver-gray pupils.

In that indifferent expression, there was a threat like a hunter.

At the end of an offensive round, bones and scattered armor blades were scattered everywhere, and the surrounding enemies were once again scattered and regrouped, mechanically arranged in a new formation.

It's like some kind of... Marionette like.

Seeing the enemies around him approaching again, the black-haired wizard with an expressionless face slightly hooked the corners of his mouth:

"Luthen?"

"Lord Loren?" the gray-eyed boy asked tentatively.

"It's in the next round. In a relaxed tone, Loren seemed to be talking about what to eat tonight:

"In the next round, we ended them. ”

The cold-faced Lu Sien raised his sword, and under the tips of his dark blue hair was a pair of murderous eyes:

"Yes. ”

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Shaking his head desperately, the groggy Isaac carefully crawled out from behind the stone carving, looked at the bone shelves and all kinds of weapons and armor scattered all over the hall, and swallowed his saliva:

"That's... Are we safe—because I really don't want to know a second guy like some Whitebeard!"

With a chuckle, a somewhat tired Loren shrugged his shoulders and looked at the dragon tower that was still far away at the "top of the mountain", and the answer was self-evident.

If it is really as I suspected, from the lost millennium ago to the present, countless people have set foot in Niedhogg and have been left here......

I'm afraid they still have a "long" way to go.

Rangers who travel north, wizards who search for lost relics, ecclesiastical knights who embark on the path of salvation, and devout priests...... Maybe they never thought this would be their end when they came here.

These unsung heroes, who have not even been able to leave their names and disappear into "history", are the enemies they are about to face.

Defeat them, and you will be able to continue the path they have not finished, just like the Rangers who died just now.

It's really... Inexplicably sad, Loren couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly.

Isaac on the side seemed to notice something, and raised his eyebrows to look at it: "What is your expression?"

"It's nothing, it's just a feeling. With a tired sigh, Loren, who put away the bright silver, glanced at the gray-eyed young man on the side, and just about to speak, he stopped at the edge of his mouth, his expression suddenly solemn.

Half-kneeling, Lusen looked nervous, as if desperately searching for something.

"What's wrong?"

"It just occurred to me that if it were two squadrons, there would be one less person here. The gray-eyed boy frowned: "Trumpeter, the trumpeter in charge of the command is not here!"

Trumpeter?

"Woo————————!!!!"

At the moment when they were stunned, a melodious and heavy horn suddenly sounded from a distance, echoing like thunder in the sky above the royal city for a long time!

The next moment, the expressions of the three of them changed suddenly, and they looked in the direction of the royal city almost simultaneously in astonishment.

The sight was still pure white, but the hall under his feet began to shake violently, and the continuous sound seemed to come from all directions, and even the elevated corridor behind him began to crumble!

"W-What's going on?!"

Isaac hid behind the gray-eyed boy almost immediately, and grabbed his clothes and didn't let go: "Shouldn't it be the same as last time?!"

"No, this horn sounds......" The pale Lusen's expression stiffened, and he muttered in response to a megalomaniac's question:

"It's the rallying cry of the Legion, they're coming towards us!"

"What?!"

Helpless, the two pale looked at the black-haired wizard beside them almost at the same time, and Loren, who was also stunned, almost forced his composure, looking at the royal city in the distance amid the continuous loud noises and vibrations:

"Isaac, is there a road ahead?"

"Should, should there be?" At this moment, the nervous Isaac was a little unconfident: "After entering through the main entrance, there will be a spiral tower that will allow us to reach the top of the royal city directly - if Logan is not lying!"

"Then what are you waiting for?" Loren pulled out the bright silver again, and the gray-blue sword slashed through the sky:

"Breakout ——!"

Just when all three of them were ready, the corner of the dark-haired wizard's eyes with a solemn expression suddenly caught a glimpse of a campfire that had long been burned out, and it looked like it was the remains of decades ago.

Then he did something very puzzling under the gaze of the other two - he turned and walked over, and a "Turin fire" of "pop!" lit the bonfire.

The next moment, the black-haired wizard picked up a rusted heavy sword from the ground and thrust it into the center of the campfire.

Very good, perfect!

The chuckling black-haired wizard looked at the campfire,

"You...... What are you doing?"

The stunned Isaac and the gray-eyed boy looked at each other with incomprehensible expressions.

"Nothing, it's a very old ritual. The dark-haired wizard with a serious expression looked at the two who were standing there stupidly:

"Considering the enemy we're going to face next, I suddenly feel the need to do so!"

"......" Lusen.

Just a moment later, a continuous sound was already coming, and more than a dozen "guards" had already launched an attack towards the main gate with various weapons!

The gray-eyed boy's face turned cold, and a long sword that had not yet figured out the situation was carried behind him, and the unsheathed sword had already pierced through the head of the first enemy!

Almost at the same time, a gray-blue afterimage swept by, tearing a hole in the attacking queue directly through the center.

The breakout begins——!!!!