Shrouded in a huge whirlpool, the never-ending Midnight Imperial Capital ushered in its darkest hour.

"Boom!"

Huge tentacles break through the ruins of the casino, the crumbling rubble sinks through the cracks in the ground, and the billowing smoke and dust are easily reminiscent of the moment before the eruption of the volcano.

In the next second, the "magma" gushed out, and thousands of rotting corpses and demons were swept up by the huge tentacles, crawling out of the ground like a swarm of ants, crawling quickly in the direction of the Golovin hills.

Most of them have long been mutilated, and even tearing and pulling each other, and the desperate surge even tore the "compatriots" in front of them into pieces of ice, and the fragments of the city were also trampled under the feet of the "companions" who rushed up behind them.

At the same time, the tentacles that broke through the ground danced under the night sky, and huge shadows were reflected on the ground like a devil's dance.

"Bang!"

The huge tentacles that stretched out fell heavily, and the smoke and dust enveloped the surging monster tide inside, and thousands of rotting corpses were crushed to pieces by the bloody tentacles.

"Boom!"

The roar continued, and one by one, the huge tentacles broke through the ground, carrying thousands of rotting demons and corroded and alienated worms and rats pouring out of the pit on the ground, quickly taking over everything in the surrounding ruins, and then surging in the direction of the Golovin hills.

More than a dozen tentacles shook towards the sky under the gray-blue vortex, and then fell one after another, slamming into the ground.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang......"

The smoke and dust were mixed with the sound of war drums, and the ground that shook incessantly wailed.

Finally......

"Boom !!!"

The earth shook, the entire ruins of the casino collapsed, and the ruins of the broken walls left in the tide of monsters fell in pieces, and a huge pit appeared in the "ring" drawn by the tentacles sticking out of the ground.

The shell of the evil god, dripping with blood and pus, crawled out of the deep pit.

It squirmed, and with every step it could hear the sound of bones shattering and blood flowing, as its tentacles and body rolled up the same frantically surging rotting corpses on the ground in the direction of the Golovin hills.

A similar scene is far more than just a casino in the imperial capital.

Baths, theatres, taverns, hostels, shops, colleges, buildings, bazaars, churches, arenas, ...... The surviving witchers and night watchmen on the hills of Golovin watched in shock and panic as the entire Imperial Capital unexpectedly unfolded.

"I... This... Is this a dream?"

"It's not true, it's not true, it's not true......"

"What's going on? Why is it suddenly ......?"

They were either stunned, or gritted their teeth, or trembled, or shook their heads desperately, or even scratched themselves with weapons, desperately trying to "wake up" from their dreams......

Looking at the tide of millions, tens of millions, or even more monsters and the bodies of evil gods, which may be countless, coming towards the Golovin hills... Not a single person, taking up arms and preparing to meet them.

In the face of doomed death, who will summon up the courage to make senseless resistance?

Even Karcolin, who faced the tide of the Azorean elven army during the battle of Ebolden, was shocked to the point that his mind went blank at this time, and his expression was in a trance:

"No, it's not a dream, it's all ... All... It's all true......"

"This is the end of the world... Hell... And the ...... of the abyss"

“...... Face. ”

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

Looking at the sneer on Seliol's face, Loren's heart sank to the bottom.

At this moment, the darkness shrouded in the "Dream of Dreams" gradually dissipated, and the original appearance of the dream world was restored, of course, in the ruin version.

With Loren's power, it is impossible to completely cut off Seriel's connection with the outside world, and it is impossible to maintain the dream of "complete body", and in his current state, he can only retain the most crucial parts.

Of course, this was something that relied on Ain's power, a special magic that combined transformation and reincarnation at the same time, and was not something that could be accomplished with his scarce imagination.

"I'm curious, this ridiculous trick... Loren Turin... How long can you last it?" the Black Cross grinned:

"A day, an hour, a quarter of an hour, a minute, or ... The next second?"

"Before this is over, I can give you enough chance to snatch the Nine-Pointed Star Holy Grail from me, you can try a thousand, ten thousand times... You can just try to see if you can use your life and even the survival of the world to risk whether you can win this turnaround. ”

The black cross slowly raised his right hand, floating in the center of the nine-pointed star chalice in his palm, emitting a residual glimmer of light, it was the holy cross that did his best, and the last of his breath lingered.

Biting his lower lip, the dark-haired wizard stared at the chalice, drops of sweat running from his forehead across his cheeks and dripping down his feet.

There really isn't much time left for him.

"Come on, try it, why not?"

The smile faded, and Seriel's expression was gloomy:

"Isn't that what you used to switch to... A chance to end it all?"

"All stories have an end, good or bad, and all goals have a day to be accomplished, whether they succeed or fail... What we desire is not victory, glory, success or perfection, but what we desire ......"

"It's when it's all over... Relieved... Freely. ”

The heavy words without a hint of emotion slammed into the black-haired wizard's heart like a bell.

Loren's breathing became more rapid, and he clenched the spear and sword in his hand.

"Freedom... You and I know very well, don't we?" Seliol sighed softly: "For the 'Loren' who did not appear in the Wild Dog Village, the survival and continuation of the world has nothing to do with him, and living with the wandering knight is his whole world. ”

"It's the same for me, and if it weren't for you, my perfect plan would have been over long ago, and there wouldn't have been so many variables. ”

"The cruel reality has turned you and me into a cage for each other, and only a complete erasure can put an end to this terrible continuation, let it all end, and exchange it for freedom. ”

"This is the fate of you and me, Loren Turin, between you and me... Two separate and detached beings from this world... War. ”

The cold voice echoed in his mind.

"Nope. ”

Loren, with a solemn expression, suddenly spoke.

"No?"

The inexplicable answer made Seliol raise his eyebrows: "I'm not asking. ”

And that's my answer. The black-haired wizard's lips curled into a smile:

"I don't know what you think, but at least the starting point is wrong, because if there are only two of us, then at least it can't be called war. ”

"So it's not my fate alone, and it's not just me, it's all of us......"

"War!"

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

"Boom !!!"

An ice-cracking roar exploded beneath the Golovin hills, and a flood of tens of millions of rotting corpses headed for the top of the hill.

"Celestial Wings Array!"

After a brief loss of consciousness, Carl Collin, who had regained consciousness, immediately roared and ordered the witchers who were still in a daze:

"Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The black flood inundated the foot of the mountain and began to spread towards the summit at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Hearing the order behind them, the demon hunters drew their swords, crossbows, shields, and other weapons, and placed their bright spears on the shoulders of the robe in front rows, while the equally expressionless night watchmen stood on either side, either acting as a "human wall" or covering the flanks of the battle formation.

Everyone formed a defensive formation in an orderly manner, and put on a posture of preparing to defend to the death.

But this was not because of how well trained they were, or how loyal they were to Commander Karlkolin;

They weren't the ones who couldn't find the north after being fooled, thinking they could defeat the dragon with their morale and courage, and who had no new recruits but not afraid of death, but all of them who stood alive were the best of the Night's Watch and the Witchers.

The moment they saw the tide of monsters in the entire imperial capital surging towards the hills, they knew that they were going to die, no matter what they did.

Standing at the top of the hill, they had already blocked their way out by an enemy thousands of times their size, and no one believed that they could win by their morale and faith if they fought until the last moment.

The moment when the tide of monsters poured into the Heavenly Dome Palace, it was the moment when the position under his feet was lost, and it was his own death.

"The enemy is approaching, ready to engage the enemy!"

Looking at the tide of enemies, Carl Colin's expression remained as calm as ever.

“...... If I had to do it, I would like to be a person who can fight for all living people, not for money, not for fame, but for the living, for the living......"

“...... Tell me about the reasons and justifications for the fight ... Even if not all of them, give me a chance to choose......"

“...... All I ask for is to know what I am fighting for and for whom......"

The image of the negotiation with Lord Loren echoes in my mind, and at that time, I was still a night watchman who was confused about the future, fought for some reason, died for some reason, and was found to be a spy.

But now, I know.

Carl Collin's eyes are resolute,

Even if it's only for a moment, not even a moment of time, standing here to block the tide of monsters, is also for the world, for all the living... To give yourself a reason to fight, Lord Loren... Go to battle.

His own death was the path he chose with his own hands after being told all the truth and reasons.

His own death is meaningful!

"Eight hundred steps of the Bright Light Spear, ready!"

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

At the moment of the roar, thunder rang in his ears, and the deafening loud noise drowned out all sounds, and Carl Kolin, who could not see the battlefield clearly in the dark, could only judge the enemy's position by instinct and experience.

Black Cross... In addition to the damn monsters, did you also prepare lightning to "entertain" yourself these people?

It's really overlooked.

"Boom...... Rumble...... Boom ......"

The dull thunder sounded again, intermittent but unstoppable, and in the deep darkness of the night, there was no view in sight except for the great whirlpool overhead.

The only thing that was certain was the thunder overhead and the roar of ice cracking beneath his feet, getting closer and closer.

"Front-row shield!"

Carl Colin roared hoarsely, almost inaudible in the midst of thunder and roar.

But the soldiers were still mechanically carrying out orders, or the instinctive reaction when they saw orders, although in the face of tens of thousands of monsters, the soldiers of only a few dozen people did not need to divide the front row and the back row.

"Boom... Thundered... Rumble ......"

The thunder was getting louder and clearer, and most importantly it sounded... It seems familiar.

Well?

Subconsciously looking up at the sky, Carl Colin was stunned.

Although His Majesty Brandon had promised before setting out that he would bring the three-headed dragon from the Battle of Eboden to their aid, the voice that sounded like it was now... It's definitely not like a three-headed dragon can send it out.

"It's difficult, can you say ......?"

"Boom !!!"

The roar of the dragon that shook the sky exploded over the hills of Golovin.

The golden-red flames turned into a rain of fire and rain down from the sky before Carl Colin's eyes.

The witchers and night watchmen, who had long been numb and waiting to die, looked at the sky, at the fire that fell from the sky, and at the reflection in the firelight... The shadow of the dragon.

Not one, two, three......

But... A dozen heads!

Silver, blue, red, black, purple...... In the firelight that filled the sky, more than a dozen dragons of different sizes were reflected in the whirlpool.

"Obscured by black wings, darkness is the end of the day;

Summer thunder is deafening......"

Stunned, Karcolin stared at the sky, his trembling voice whispering a song from his childhood memories.

Not only him, but all the witchers and night watchmen were already dumbfounded.

No one... In the centuries-old history of the Empire for fourteen generations, no one but the Dragon Queen Brünnhilde... I have seen so many dragons appear on the same battlefield with my own eyes.

The unheard of and even more unseen are found only in the legends of Nidhogg, the mythical dragon kingdom!

The dragons flapping their wings circled around the Golovin hills, roaring and opening their jaws of blood, sending golden-red pillars of fire to cling to every corner of the mountain, sweeping through the tide of surging monsters.

The flood tide of monsters quickly melted under the sweeping dragon flames, turning into a wave of air that evaporated and disappeared in the sea of fire.

Of course, even this could not stop the steady stream of monsters from pouring into the hills from all sides of the imperial capital, and the raging sea of fire would be swallowed up by the carrion demons and the shells of the evil gods little by little, like living creatures.

But Carl Kolin was stunned not only by the dragons hovering in the sky, but also by the hovering dragons in the center, slowly descending in the sky......

...... The figure above.

"Smack!"

The figure that was not light jumped up, landed on all fours in the standard posture of almost falling to the ground, and then pretended to be normal, raised his chest, crossed his waist and looked at the stunned everyone, and grinned at the corner of his mouth:

"Excuse me... Is it too late for His Royal Highness the Prince to save the princess this time?"