"This, this, this... This is、Is it you, my lord、Is your true power?!"

In front of the Cathedral of the Holy Cross in Golovin, the elven girl Sheila almost collapsed on the ground, speaking in a voice trembling to the point of stammering, her eyes staring unblinkingly at the small city directly below, raging under the huge whirlpool.

The reason why she was small was because she was at an altitude of three hundred meters at this moment—the cathedral in the middle of the city, which merged with the Golovin hill that had risen in place, even higher than the Heavenly Dome Palace, far above the summit of the hill, directly behind it.

The original small Golovin Hill has also been transformed into a 300-meter-high "giant tower", so that the terrain around the hill has also completely changed - the hill staircase has almost completely collapsed, and the underground passages are all over the "tower body", and the "black prison" that was originally used to hold prisoners connected to the underground passage has become the entrance to this passage.

The huge whirlpool overhead, the lightning that rang out one after another, the city swallowed by monsters, the hills rising from the ground... The elven girl Xuera, who collapsed to the ground, looked up at the down-and-out priest beside her with a god-like gaze.

She knew that the other party was very strong, but this strength was completely beyond the largest scope she could imagine - even the power of the void that destroyed the Azorean elven kingdom had undergone hundreds of years of gradual evolution, and it was completely devoured little by little.

And the person in front of him, this imperial man... He didn't even prepare anything, not even the time to wave his hand and snap his fingers and recite a few incantations......

He just used one look—just a glance at the night sky, and a huge gray-blue vortex came out of thin air!

The elf girl who was paralyzed on the ground threw herself to the ground, curled up her petite body and buried her head deep in her chest, pressed her face to the ground, and looked up at each other as if she was ready to kiss each other's boots - in the most humble and deferential gesture she understood, expressing her fear at this moment.

The downcast priest standing in the wind didn't even pay attention to her presence, his eyes under his tattered hood lit only cold, rational thoughts.

He understands the surprise of these lower intelligent beings—these lower beings, they have so little information that they are surprised by what they see in front of them, and they are too superficial to understand the cause and the true meaning.

When the savage saw the knight in armor, he thought that the other party was an iron man made of steel, when he saw a torch, he thought that the other party had the power of fire, and when he heard a loud noise, he thought that the other party had the power of thunder... Nothing at all.

What is Strength?

Weapons, wealth, armor, titles, bloodlines... Can these things outside the physical world be called power?

Knowledge, information, intelligence... Can these foundations that make up the void and the spiritual horizon be called the forces of some existence?

Neither.

Only those who control all this, master all this, and can control all this... Independent will is the real strength.

How absurd is the pursuit of material things in the material world;

How ridiculous is the thirst for information in the Void World;

When they are above all this, their absurd and ridiculous ambitions and ideas will be a matter of their own thoughts.

Putting this will above the world, allowing the world to be controlled by your own will... It's the real, ultimate power!

It was only at this moment that the eyes of the down-and-out priest, the "Black Cross" Serol, showed a hint of madness.

"What people... Ahh

The vigilant elven girl only had time to let out an exclamation before she was knocked away by Seriel.

The petite figure almost fell from the "Great Tower of the Hill", huddled and shivering as he grabbed the stones on the edge, and peeked through the gap between his arms in the direction of the footsteps he had just heard.

Frightened, she saw a figure standing in front of the steps of the church, confronting Serol.

"You're here anyway. With a sigh, the voice of the Black Cross was filled with disgust:

"The dog of the Holy Cross... Do you want to kill me again?"

The one-armed Oath Knight was expressionless, his only right arm raised the star in his hand, staring at the same cold expression of the Black Cross under the hood.

"Not really. ”

The Knight of Oath stepped forward, and the "bright star" in his hand was raised slightly, aiming at those cold eyes:

"I'm here to stop you, Lord Fanesis. ”

The moment the name blurted out, Seliol's pupils twitched slightly.

The howling wind lifted the hood above his head, exposing the face that once belonged to Bishop Eboden to the blade of the "Bright Star".

"Stop me?"

At this moment, the corners of Seriel's mouth rose wildly, and what was reflected in the eyes of the Knight of Oath was exactly the same as the hysterical smile of Fanecist when he was crazy in his memory:

"Stop me... What the?

Opening the barrier between the void and matter, merging the two worlds into one, and controlling the whole world with one's own absolute will is the last choice to save this world;

Otherwise... The Holy Cross will devour the independent will of all existence and become the only evil god who completely rules the Void World, the Void World that will never give birth to a new message will collapse, and the material world that balances existence will also disintegrate.

The end will come!

Stopping me is the last hope of destroying the continuation of this world—even if you succeed, the Holy Cross, who rules the void above all beings, will no longer need your existence;

The faith you hold dear, the devout believers you protect... will all be useless dust, and no matter what the outcome is, there will be no reason for you to continue living!"

"It's not your turn!"

Bang –

The moment the sonic boom exploded, a cluster of sparks exploded in front of Serol.

"Bell!"

The elven girl huddled on the ground with wide eyes as if awakened, staring at the one-armed knight with a sword that disappeared and reappeared in an instant.

The Mithril longsword that stabbed out was stuck an inch in front of Seriel's door.

Under the confrontation between the four eyes, the expressionless Sworn Knight's eyes burned with fierce battle intent.

"Even if everything turns to dust, even if this world has an end... I... Still standing here, stopping you!"

"That's what I... I... I crawl out of the ruins of the Dragon King's City, return to this world from the Land of the Dead, and stand before you... The only meaning!"

"A wild dog called by the Holy Cross, a wild dog who doesn't even know who he is, a wild dog who doesn't even have an independent will... Do you also deserve to say 'meaning'?!"

"Wild dogs!"

Bang –

The wind whipped up the air current, knocking the Oath Knight into the air, and with a wave of his right hand, Serol turned the countless black mist that rolled up beside him into sharp blades, and swooped down on the one-armed figure from all directions.

Despite all efforts to dodge, the black mist engulfed the Knight of Oath - first the sword-wielding arm, legs, and head, and soon extended to every corner of the limbs, and finally to the torso.

"Poof!poof!poof!poof!

The rolling black mist churned up and down in midair, as if it were a substantial stream of water, enveloping the figure of the Knight of the Oath - a terrible voice kept ringing in the center of it, and the elf girl huddled in the corner covered her ears desperately, but her eyes didn't dare to blink, staring at the stirring black mist.

The bones were broken, the muscles were shattered, the blood was spurted out, and the living life was so fragile that it died miserably, what a ......

It's great, it's amazing!

Take control of the world and take the fate of everything into your own hands... This is the master to whom she is loyal, and this is the master to whom Shera should be allegiance!

The elf girl's eyes widened and she cried with joy.

"Bell ——!"

With a crisp sound, the icy "Bright Star" long sword fell from the black mist and nailed to the stone steps.

On the sword's body, the severed hand still clung to the hilt, and the blood spurted red the rusty, chipped-edge blade.

The black fog cleared, and the Knights of the Oath, who had fought to the death, were gone.

But there was no joy on Seriel's face, only hatred and disgust that could not be described in words.

Because at the moment of "killing" the Knight of Oath, the other party's prayer was already ringing in his ears.

"Holy Cross......

May the light shine on the earth, pierce the darkness and shadows, and make the unbelievers embrace and weep;

Save... Humble us!"

Boom –

There seemed to be a thunderclap in her mind, causing Shira to subconsciously close her eyes, and when she opened her eyes again, the newly killed Knight of Oath reappeared in her sight.

This... Fake, how could it be?!

"Bell!"

The churning black mist was torn apart layer by layer by the "Bright Star", and the trajectory of the slash hit Serol's head, and the desperate Oath Knight did not see that another black mist had struck, aimed at his chest.

"Poof!"

The tattered knight's robe was torn to shreds, and the knight of the oath with his chest sunken in his chest slammed into the direction of the cathedral from the bottom up, and the gushing blood left a long mark on the stairs.

The dying Knight of the Oath collapsed in a pool of blood, his sword in his hand, and rose to his feet once more.

"How long are you going to have to resist, wild dog!"

"Until your ambitions end, until you give up completely......" Blood spilled from his mouth, and the trembling Knight of Oath straightened his unsteady body, and once again... Aiming the blade at the familiar face:

"I'm going to fight to stop you... Lord Fanescis!"

Selyol's expression contorted slightly.

"Stop me... Can you save this world by stopping me, can you change the fate of this world?!" Seliol screamed:

"Stupid! ridiculous—even without me, the Holy Cross you believe in would have destroyed the world with your own hands, and the collapse of the old order was inevitable!"

"Or is it not me, do you want this world to be a plaything in the hands of Loren Turin?a stranger, a stranger from another world, what do you believe will happen to this world if it falls into his hands?!"

"See, you can't save anyone, not even yourself, dog of the Holy Cross!"

Burst!

Blood gushed out, and the dancing black mist severed the right leg of the Oath Knight, and the resolute body fell to a pool of blood once more.

"Even if it is destined to sink, at least... At least with my strength, I can save you... Lord Fanenthe. ”

The embarrassed Knight of the Oath roared in a low voice.

"Phanesis of Lothair, that stupid fellow... He was dead when he was in the Dragon King's City, and now I... I'm Black Cross, I'm Serol!"

"Quite the opposite!" the Bloody Oath Knight's eyes widened, and he roared with all his might:

"Standing in front of you to this moment, I can still provoke your anger, and it proves that Lord Fanecis is still alive - even if there is only a trace of consciousness remaining, Lord Fanecis is still alive!"

"I... There's still time to stop you, Lord Fanescre!"

"Die!"

Several streaks of black mist rolled up, striking the steps where the Oath Knight was standing from left and right at once.

Bang——!

With the sound of bricks and stone shattering, the expressionless body of the Knight of the Oath had already returned to its original state again, and rushed to within three steps of Serol, and the blood-stained Bright Star Sword blade slashed diagonally from the bottom up.

"Bell!"

The blade of the sharpened iron was blocked by the sudden rise of the stone wall.

At the same moment, Seliol, who frowned slightly, raised his right hand to the stone wall, and then shook it hard.

"Boom!" The shattered stone wall turned into a billion-sized, equally sized stone cone, and swept towards the figure of the Oath Knight.

"Poof!poof!poof!poof!

The resolute figure turned into shapeless plasma in the blink of an eye, and the sword that came out of his hand spun and fell towards the edge of the cathedral's rock wall.

Boom –

The moment the thunder sounded, Seriel's expression was once again hideous, and he grabbed a black mist and turned it into a sharp blade, swinging it behind him.

"Bell ——!!!!"

The blades collided, causing countless thunders.

The lightning flashed again and again, and the already hideous and distorted face of Seriel was reflected in a terrible light.

"I'll stop you, Lord Fanescis. Looking at the vicious expression, which could no longer be described as hatred and malice, the Knight of the Oath was as cold and indifferent as ever:

"Die a thousand, ten thousand times, and I will continue to stand in front of you... Stop you. ”

"Ahh——!!!!h

Serol, who was in a violent mood swing, had blue cheeks, and his face was hard to see.

I see... Although he had already died once, because the imprint he had left on him was too deep, the consciousness of Fanecist had completely merged with himself, right?

So much so that he would still feel such a real anger because of the dog fed out by a holy cross desperately to protect himself, and even his body couldn't help shaking.

Farnessc... He made his ambition a part of himself.

"Stop me at all costs... Really?" said Seriel, with a sinister smile on his lips:

"Well, let's give it a try... Let me see your determination, and see how far the Holy Cross's final dying struggle and stubborn resistance can go!"

"Use the despair and destruction of you and Loren Turin to make the losers see clearly once again, and see their last stubborn resistance, in front of me, Serol... It's not worth mentioning!"

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