Three hundred meters above the Valley of Blood, a cold wind howled.

The skeletal dragon whose torso was pierced by the "Bright Light Sword" roared unwillingly, and the pale bones continued to rub out a tooth-aching sound, and it continued to wave its remaining tail and limbs, and the floating city continued to tremble violently under its crazy smashing, and the crumbling towers and walls were scattered like eggshells, exposing the inner "inner fortress".

It seems that even if it dies with the floating city, it will not hesitate!

"Are you unwilling, Wegener?"

The breezy Master Harlevan Ashamai held the wand in his hand, his withered and emaciated body looking even older and weaker than the last time he opened the valve, and the runes that covered his body had even taken over his face and the roof of his skull.

From a distance, it seemed as if his whole body was emitting a faint, gray-blue light.

"Boom ————!!!!"

He was met with the angry roar of the bone dragon, and the gray-blue dragon flame.

Raising his right hand suddenly, Ashamai's body suddenly lit up with blue light, an invisible wall blocked the dragon flame from the floating city, and no matter how much the bone dragon roared, the gray-blue flames could not get even half a step closer to Ashamai.

"I can understand your reluctance, after all, as both wizards, we feel the same way - but often the point of 'not being understood' is the price we have to pay for getting the 'truth'. ”

"Therefore, I don't expect words to convince you at this moment—I believe that you should have thought so when you chose to become an apostle of the evil gods. ”

Sighing, the white-haired alchemist stared at him resolutely: "But... I will not let you destroy your last hope. ”

"I'll be here, beat you!"

The enraged bone dragon continued to struggle, flicking its remaining tail and claws like a battering ram into the walls of the Floating City.

"Boom ————!!!!"

There was another loud bang, and large swaths of the walls turned into rubble and dust, scattering down from a height of three hundred meters, shaking the entire floating city.

The violent shaking tossed almost everyone over, and the screams of broken bones filled the castle in the floating city, and the dwarven craftsmen and wizards who had been able to keep their composure, no matter how loud the cries of orders were, were of no avail.

"Get out of the way, the boiler has been overturned——!"

"The landing gear was shattered, and we couldn't land——!"

"The shock mount, the shock mount and the tower have fallen to the ground, and the outer parapet wall has been destroyed——!"

In the chaotic floating city, there were miserable and wailing cries everywhere.

"Everyone, calm down!"

Standing in front of the console, Dalton Candle kept calculating the height of the floating city above the ground, constantly maintaining the operation of the magic array, so that the falling speed would not cause the floating city to collapse immediately, and almost single-handedly supported the work of the four wizards.

And the price is the rapid consumption of spiritual power, as well as the power of the void in the body that accelerates erosion, the cold sweat on the forehead, the bloodshot pupils and the lips that have turned purple.

But his sanity was still sober: "All wizards, report back on the operation of the magic array." ”

"Four-fifths of the conversion tower is damaged, and it is completely unworkable!"

"Three-tenths of the rune lines have been destroyed, and... Barely able to keep going!"

"The central tower and the magic array are basically intact, but they are slightly damaged by the shock!"

It's good that if you can barely land safely......

The plan had failed completely, and any further delay would cost everyone's lives, and Dalton Kander was by no means a stubborn man, and he would not hesitate to retreat when it was time to retreat.

But... What can be won is still to be fought for as much as possible.

Without changing his face, he raised his right hand and pressed down on the console.

"Bang ————!!!!"

The flicking bone tail slammed into the invisible wall, and Ashamai, who pursed the corners of his mouth, tried his best to maintain the ice barrier that was already full of cracks, and finally did not let the inner fortress of the floating city suffer any more blows.

Looking at the bone dragon who was still struggling desperately and taking revenge, the alchemy master's expression remained unchanged with an indifferent expression, and even a faint ... Sympathize.

Raise your right hand and clench it into a fist.

The bone dragon's body shuddered violently, and let out its first scream since its appearance.

"Ahh——————!!!!h

In the next instant, the originally tattered body began to "evolve" and "grow"!

The broken bones gradually recover, and new bones are born in the broken cross-section... Like a plant that takes root, sprouts, elongates, and is civilized, new wings bloom behind the bone dragon.

It's just that this growth rate is ten times a hundred, or even a thousand times that of normal conditions—almost in the blink of an eye, the bone dragon is back to its original state, and there is not even the slightest trace of injury or breakage!

But the skeletal dragon had a pained look, and the blue flames burning in its hollow eye sockets trembled.

"Ahh——————!!!!h

The terrible screams echoed over the Valley of Blood, as if the air was spreading out to the surroundings, and the entire floating city was constantly vibrating like a wail in this sound wave.

Haringvan Ashamai was in the midst of this tremor, calmly observing the changes in the body of the bone dragon.

Although the "life force" is rapidly expanding due to the influence of his own void power, the power from the evil god is enough to offset the damage caused by the cycle of "growth" and "death".

At the end of the day, the battle against the evil gods is a battle between the forces of the Void, and as a mortal... Even if the valve is opened, it still can't be compared with the thousand-year-old evil god in terms of level and depth.

But... You can't defeat the "unbeliever" yourself, but you can at least defeat its apostles... Poor Wegener.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the withered Haringvan Ashamai was so weak that he could barely support his body with a wand, but he still clenched his right hand tremblingly, refusing to let go.

"Ahh——————!!!!h

The screaming bone dragon trembled violently, and it was clear that it could not see any injuries on its body, but it was much weaker than just now, and even the attack began to become weak.

"Wegener... You, who rely on the power of the Void to sustain your existence, have long forgotten what it's like to be 'alive'?"

The equally weak Master Ashamai was covered in blue light, and he couldn't even suppress the trembling of his body when his muscles were exposed: "Alive... It means growth, aging, sickness, injury, ......"

"To be alive means to go through all the suffering of this world, and then to struggle... Try to stay alive. ”

"You who have lived in this world must know all this, I have heard of your deeds, and I know why you died, although we are enemies of each other at the moment, I... Harimvan Ashamai also has a lot of respect for your ideas. ”

"Since you believe that everything in this world is not created by the Holy Cross and evil gods, that the mountains, rivers and lakes are not miracles, and that everything in this world is objectively formed......"

"Then please die with the life of this life, not the void existence that invaded the world—I will mark the cycle of life and death for you in the name of Ashamai!"

At the moment of the roar, the blue light of the runes on Haringvan Ashamai's body scattered in all directions, and pounced on the body of the bone dragon from all directions!

"Poof!"

In the flickering blue light, small runes were engraved into the pale bones of the bone dragon like imprints, and not one, but hundreds, thousands, thousands... Numerous.

Until the faint flickering blue light completely enveloped the entire skeleton dragon's body.

At that moment, the flickering blue flames in the hollow eye sockets gradually faded, as faint as if they were about to be extinguished.

The pale bones gradually turned into a plaster-like color, like burnt soot, drifting away little by little.

But the bone dragon did not continue to struggle, did not let out a terrible scream, but seemed to calm down, as if relieved, and looked at the alchemist who was still standing in place, motionless.

The huge dragon's head slowly approached, this time unstopped by the ice barrier, and the withered Ashamai smiled slightly, his right hand reaching out and gently caressing the tip of the bone dragon's nose.

Compared to the monster in front of him, his current state was not much better, and even more dangerous—exposed green muscles, trembling muscles, pale cheeks that could not even see a trace of blood, and a thin body like dry bones.

Everything proves that Haringvan Ashamai's mental power and vitality have been squeezed out, and even if he can maintain it at this moment, he will not fall, and even thanks to the power of the void that is frantically eroding his body.

If it continued like this, he would be twisted and mutated like all wizards who lost control of the power of the Void, but Harlem Van Ashamai would not do that.

This master of alchemy, kept the last rune for himself.

"I want to... This could be the end of us. ”

With an indifferent smile, Ashamai looked leisurely, only slightly weak.

The bone dragon was silent, just staring intently at the weakened figure of Haringvan Ashamai with the only remaining flame.

"Actually... The first half of my life was like yours, and perhaps all wizards are similar in this regard, and what we see may not be recognized. Ashamai whispered:

"Because of the admit... It takes more courage than 'doing', and it takes a lot of courage to admit your mistakes. ”

The bone dragon shuddered slightly, and the speed at which the pale decaying body collapsed a little.

But it doesn't matter, because the facts will prove everything, and sooner or later the world will have to admit reality, and continue to go on in denial and recognition—because the past thousand years have come this way, so the next thousand years are destined to go on like this. ”

Ashamai, who whispered to himself, had a gleam in his eyes: "We who belong to the past take away our mistakes when we die, let new life be born in the next reincarnation, and let this reincarnation repeat itself indefinitely." ”

"Only a world that is constantly reincarnated can be full of power, not imprisoned and corrupted by eternal and unchanging existence!"

"Wegener, what do you say?"

Ashamai asked in a low voice.

He was answered by a low roar from the bone dragon.

At an altitude of 300 meters, two figures turned into ashes one after the other, drifting away in the howling cold wind.

Only the little wizard who was always behind the old man's back stared at the ashes that passed away with the wind, and his blue eyes were filled with silent tears.

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

Staring at the skeletal dragon dissipating in the sky and the slowly descending floating city, the black-haired wizard with a stiff face couldn't help but sigh.

The power of the Void that skyrocketed and then suddenly dissipated... You can't go wrong, definitely Master Ashamai.

Loren had always been subtle about this experienced and well-informed senior and elder, and in the same way, Master Ashamai had a close relationship with the black-haired wizard or everyone.

In fact, this is the normal reaction of a wizard - selfish, seemingly enthusiastic but actually cold, just talking about everything that has nothing to do with him, and not doing anything superfluous.

If it weren't for Ain, if it weren't for some empathetic threats, Loren believed that the master alchemist would never come to his aid, and would only give some verbal advice at best.

But it was such a person, but in the end, in order to protect the floating city from falling, resulting in the loss of this war with monsters, he stepped forward......

Loren's mood is somewhat complicated, and he doesn't know whether to be happy or sad.

Fortunately, although the plan to decapitate with the Bright Light Sword failed, at least the Floating City is still there, and Al Yin and Mentor Dalton are still alive...... That's enough.

Next, it's my job.

Taking a deep breath, the black-haired wizard with a determined gaze raised the "Dawn" sword with one hand, staring at the "monster frenzy" that had already surged into the high ground.

Behind him, the tense and trembling inhalations of the defenders of the Valley of Blood.

"Count Rammales. ”

"Duke?!"

Stunned for a moment, the "named" Earl of Lake City and the cavalry officer hurriedly turned his head: "Your knight is here, please give orders!"

"Don't be so nervous, I'm just going to give you a combat mission. ”

Loren smiled slightly: "I want you to lead the Byrne Knights and all the remaining cavalry to the east and west flank positions together with the Earl of White Horse Peak, and from there to charge the army of rotting demons, and retreat immediately after getting a signal or attracting the enemy." ”

"Besides, I need the brave Byrne knights to hold out at least long enough in front of the defensive positions to buy time for the infantry to retreat and organize their defenses, understand?"

"Understood!"

Ramalos nodded solemnly, and before he could turn around, he was stopped by the Earls of White Horse Peak on the side: "If you let all the cavalry attract the enemy from both flanks, the duke... So what are you going to do?"

Count Rigrel, who still had a faint impression of some scenes during the Battle of the Centaurs, couldn't help but twitch his throat: "You... Are you going to just be alone and rush through the front?"

"Hmm... Can't you?!" The black-haired wizard was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously asked rhetorically.

"You're going to do that!"

Ramalos stunned?!

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