With only a faint sound, the "Force Impact" poured into the sword pierced the chest of the black-haired wizard, and even the surrounding night watchmen did not notice.

Force Shock is a high-level spell that almost every Night's Watch is good at, and features a sudden burst of impact that can knock a heavily armed soldier to the ground or block a mortal attack with a single hand.

So, they were all stupid—or even a handful of the Night's Watch who had truly mastered the essence of such a high-level spell, and even Rutter Infinit could only concentrate the impact on the tip of the sword and explode in an instant.

And the Night Watchman who was able to pour "Force Impact" into the blade of the sword and shoot it like a bow and arrow... Only Edward.

The invisible impact penetrated from the position of the heart, and blood gushed out! The black-haired wizard who trembled all over his body struggled weakly, his trembling right hand clenched the bright silver, and waved it hard!

"Poof——!

The indifferent Edward didn't dodge, and the sword slashed in front of him without hindrance, and the scarlet blood stained both of them red.

The left hand stopped the black-haired wizard's sword-wielding right hand, and the arm slammed into his body so that he couldn't dodge, Edward, who was twitching in severe pain, struggled to raise the blade in his hand, and the jab-pierced sword with the broken blade stabbed into Loren's chest with all his might!

Loren, whose right hand was clutched, struggled weakly, the blood gushing from his chest made him unable to lift his strength, and his vision became more and more dim and blurred.

The trembling pupils stared at Edward, who was also covered in blood, and the opponent's left hand became tighter and tighter, and it became more and more difficult to break free, and the left hand was stuck by the rock wall, and he could not move.

The blood flowed incessantly—the bayonet sword piercing his chest not only did not block the penetrating wound, but instead widened the area—so that even breathing began to become difficult, as if something was stuck in his owner and he couldn't breathe.

The trembling right hand still did not let go of the blade.

Edward's expression was equally ugly, and the night watchman's cheeks trembled with cold sweat on his forehead... The bright silver sword was not "torn" but more like "exploded", and the wounds on the entire torso were almost turned over, and the ribs were not even known to be blown off.

There was no sword play, and both of them were already at the end of their crossbows, and if only one more Night's Watch appeared, Loren would surely die!

But the atmosphere at this moment was even colder and more solemn than before, and the night watchmen hiding in the shadows clenched their swords tightly in their hands, staring at the two of them with wide eyes, not daring to make the slightest sound, unable to move.

The black-haired wizard gritted his teeth is still making his last struggle.

The broken sword had completely sunk into his chest, and the violent struggle only made the cross-section of the wound larger and larger, and the blood flowed more and faster.

But he still hasn't let go!

Edward, who was also dying and had lost too much blood, was still twitching his cheeks, and while holding Loren's right hand holding the sword, he did his best to fix the sword that pierced Loren's chest, making it impossible for him to break free.

The man, who had been weakened to the extreme, still burst out with unimaginable strength, and the black-haired wizard was still struggling with all his might, his trembling right hand still clutching the hilt of his sword.

But the bright silver sword gradually dimmed until it was gone.

"Bell ——!"

The bright silver that had escaped fell to the ground, and the black-haired wizard's hands hung limply, his head buried in his chest.

In the tunnel, there was a dead silence.

He's dead?

Loren Turin... Really dead?

At the cost of so many lives, even Lord Ruth Infinit almost died tragically with the monster at his hands... How simple it was to be killed?

Is he really not going to wake up all of a sudden?

They still remember the few Night's Watch men who had just died, and no one could say whether Loren Turin's appearance was faked or not, perhaps it was just a trap to lure them into falling for in order to wipe out the remnants of the Night's Watch.

The Night Watchman... They were really cowardly—even if Loren had completely stopped resisting, but no one dared to come out and make a single noise until it was confirmed that he was completely out of life.

"Hah...... Ha...... Ha ......"

The dying Edward gasped for breath, weakly grasping the black-haired wizard's collar, the wound on his chest made it difficult for him to exert his strength, and even the slightest movement would cause a sharp pain in his heart!

But the night watchman still took his last breath, aimed at the "endless stream" of sewage from the sewer next to him, and there were bursts of foul-smelling sewer sewage, gritted his teeth, and pushed Loren down hard.

Torrent Splash!

Before everyone could react, the figure of the black-haired wizard had been completely engulfed in sewage and was no longer to be seen.

"Bang ——!"

The indifferent Edward fell to his knees, and with an ugly face, he held on to his wound and trembled to the ground. Holding on to the rock wall next to him with difficulty, he tried to get up, but he kept falling again and again.

Just when he wanted to get up again, there was another person in front of him.

A dozen or so night watchmen who came out of the shadows surrounded Edward in the center, who had collapsed to the ground, but they had no intention of helping him up.

"Why did you just do that?"

A cold voice came, and the indifferent Edward snorted disdainfully:

"I don't have to answer you. ”

"...... you?!" Seeing his appearance, the other party gritted his teeth angrily: "Say!Do you want to let him go?!"

"Let him go?"

The sharp pain in his chest made Edward sweat cold, and the eyes that looked up at the other party were even more disdainful:

"A normal person can survive in cold water for no more than two quarters of an hour - he is already dying due to excessive blood loss, and it is impossible to hold on for even a quarter of an hour, in this case... You tell me, how is he going to live?"

"I, I... This, this ......"

The night watchman looked angrily at Edward, who was so miserable that he could only lie on the ground, but still refused to let him go: "He is a felony named by Lord Ruth Infinit, and his body must be brought back!"

"It's really stupid, and it's stupid. Edward struggled to crawl against the rock wall, his bruised lips still trembling:

"Don't forget... Loren is also a night watchman, and a gifted spellcaster - how do you know he's not holding the 'Death Now' trump card and slaughtering everyone when we let our guard down?!"

"This ......"

"He's the one who can survive a hellish place like the Glacial Wastes, and he's fought against the Apostles of the Evil Gods - against this kind of enemy, unless he can be seen torn to shreds, and even his soul must be bound together to confirm death, otherwise the only way to limit his chances of survival is to limit his chances of survival as much as possible. ”

"Loren Turin's vitality and survivability are far beyond your imagination!"

Edward, who was trembling all over, barely spoke, and tore open the clothes on his chest that were stuck together with flesh and sweat to avoid the risk of infection.

The Night's Watch standing in front of him was still gritting his teeth—Edward's words left him speechless, but he also caught a loophole in the other's words:

"So... You're not sure he's dead, are you?!"

"After seeing this guy cremated... No, even if you are burned to the ashes, you probably can't believe it. Reflecting on his previous experience, Edward shook his head:

"If I wasn't alone, I would at least be able to cut off his head to make sure nothing goes wrong - it's a pity that you don't even have a single person willing to come out and help with such a good opportunity. ”

"You—How dare you accuse us?!"

"No, I'm just stating the facts. ”

Edward's voice was calm, but the Night's Watch could almost hear the mockery in his words: "Your caution has cost us our best chance to confirm Loren Turin's death. ”

Looking at the dying Edward, the Night's Watchman's eyes flashed with anger, and he glanced at the brothers on either side, who locked Edward's shoulders in understanding, lifting him up and knocking him unconscious with a punch.

"Bring this fellow back, and this sword—the order of Lord Ruth Infinit, to live. The night watchman's expression was very complicated, and he glanced at his feet with anxiety, and picked up the fallen bright silver:

"Tell your lord that Loren Turin is dead!"