...... You'd better not believe what I say......

After Chakar said this, Loren felt like his mind exploded, and his consciousness went blank for a moment.

In an instant, he lost his mind, and the "Dream of Ran" on the "caster" in his left hand dissipated.

This sentence was said by himself when he first "killed" Farnesis in Dragon King City, why did he know?

Is it a coincidence?!

Fear, consternation, inexplicable... Like a cold tentacle, crawling up the body along the spine.

"Loren——!" Luceen's roar rang in his ears.

Before the black-haired wizard could react, the gray-eyed boy forcibly pushed him to the ground, throwing a bottle of ignition with his backhand, and the next moment, the sound of a bowstring crumbling sounded behind him.

Without warning, the bottle of igniter thrown at Chakar was instantly hit by the little wizard's arrow.

"Boom ——!"

The golden-red flames lit up in an instant, and the shattering flames instantly devoured Chakar!

In the flames, the terrible and maniacal laughter faded away, until the flames dissipated, and Chakar, who had been reduced to charcoal, fell to the ground with a "poof", and his body with white smoke did not move at all.

The sudden explosion sounded, and the black-haired wizard who woke up in an instant only heard countless chaotic sounds, and in a trance, his left hand wearing the "spellcaster" snapped his fingers lightly.

High-level spells, spiritual vision.

After countless exercises, this high-level spell was already familiar to him, and after greatly reducing his accuracy, he could easily spread the range to a radius of nearly a kilometer in diameter.

Of course, the cost is to consume a lot of energy, but at the moment he can't manage so much.

In the next second, Loren's pupils dilated instantly.

Plasma gushing, stumps flying, skulls crashing to the ground... The screams were incessant, the terrible wails were accompanied by panicked faces, and the heavy smell of blood filled every corner of the air.

The corpses scattered across the battlefield howled like beasts, one by one struggling to get up from the ground, between the formations, in some inconspicuous corner, under the hooves of the knights, or behind them... But more often than not, they come out of the piles of bones that have been piled up on the battlefield.

He—" they "howled, waved their weapons or simply unarmed, and pounced on the formation, at every living person, from all directions and angles!"

Fear spread like a plague throughout the coalition's array, anxious shouts, terrible screams, unwilling wails, and cries for help......

Even if they had been well prepared, and even many of the Boi warriors had already encountered similar situations in previous battles, they could not help but panic when these bones, especially those of the former robes, rose from the ground, and stood stiff in place, shouting in fear.

Even a small number of elite knights can maintain their sanity, and without orders, they are forced to fall into a situation of fighting on their own, and they are simply unable to resist the "enemy" that will appear at any time!

In the midst of countless screams and howls, the order of the entire coalition army quickly collapsed, and the chaotic front could not stop the attack of the monsters, and the phalanx of spears on the front line collapsed before the battle was fought, becoming the prey of unilateral slaughter.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the army of nearly 60,000 men had already broken a tenth!

"Byrne, assemble ——!!!!"

The roaring gray-eyed young man unsheathed his swords, his eyes flashed with gray-blue luster, and he decapitated a "dead warrior" who had just gotten up with his backhand:

"Defending the Duke's ——!!!!"

But in the midst of the chaos in the present, no one could hear his shouts, and the vast majority of the fighters were still fighting on their own, with few responders.

One of the guardsmen, hearing the command, immediately pulled out the horn from his waist, but almost at the same moment, a "Boi hussar" who was supposed to die dragged him to the ground and bit his throat with a single bite.

"Poof——!

The whistling arrows pierced the head of the "Boi Hussar" from the temple.

The pale, small, wizard scanned the surrounding scuffle, his teeth clenched his lower lip, and the bow in his hand slammed into the sky.

"Smack!" a hand behind her suddenly pressed her shoulder.

"Master Ashamai?!" Ain was startled, and suddenly turned back angrily and said, "Please don't ......"

"It's impossible to attract everyone's attention with just one ignition agent!" Halimvan Ashamai interrupted her impatiently, and directly snapped off the cone-shaped gem at the end of her "Hammer" wand:

"Use this!"

The startled little wizard glanced at him, and without hesitation, he grabbed the bowstring and shot it into the sky.

The bowstring snapped, and the conical blue jewel soared into the air, disappearing without a trace.

But in the next second, the sky changed!

First it was a small point of light, and then the dazzling light instantly swallowed everything on the earth, and then there was a thunderous explosion.

"Boom ————————————!!!!"

The thunder that shook the sky even drowned out the sound of fighting on the battlefield, and the panicked warriors turned their gaze almost simultaneously in the direction from which the light source came.

For a moment, the whole battlefield was silent.

"This is... High-level spells, like thunder?" The light dissipated, and the stunned Al Yin still squinted his eyes, and his voice trembled in disbelief: "But the experiment of fixing high-level spells in matter has not all failed......

"It's the only one that has succeeded... Before last year. Master Ashamai said softly, chuckling a little proudly: "Why, do you think that the patriarchs of the Nine-Pointed Star Wizard Tower are all outright old fools, and they don't know the truth of 'keeping a hand'?"

The next moment, taking advantage of this rare opportunity, the Byanboi coalition army immediately began to regroup their formation.

"The Byrnese, the Boians——! lined up to meet the ——!!!!"

The first to react was the Byrne knights in the center of the line, and the moment they heard the order, they turned to the center of the Duke's Guard, quickly abandoned the enemy, and assembled in the direction of the black-haired wizard;

Immediately after that, the coalition infantry on the periphery also began to receive orders, and the centurions of each centurion took the opportunity to regroup, and the centurions of the spear phalanx formed a formation to stabilize their positions in front of the unruly and fierce beast-like enemy.

The scattered Boi hussars, on the other hand, simply abandoned their mounts, which were very cumbersome in positional warfare, and turned to wield their sabers and threw themselves into foot combat; they fought in twos and threes, back to back, in the rear of the phalanx, constantly fighting with the "dead soldiers" who rose from the ground.

And when order began to be restored in the coalition army, the veterans and elite knights began to play their part to cheer up the warriors who were still trembling.

"Hold your ground, hold on to each other, hold your shield, and protect your brothers!"

"Don't be afraid, don't hesitate, those monsters are no longer your robes!"

"Hold the line, beware of the flanks! Don't look back, look ahead!"

"Point the tip of the gun at the head, these monsters won't be able to get up as long as they break their heads!"

"Boys, use the sabers in your hands to keep the last dignity for Boy!"

The continuous shouts and shouts of orders stabilized the entire Bairboi coalition in the blink of an eye, the original one-sided battle situation was reversed in an instant, and the howling "dead soldiers" could no longer easily break the coalition line.

And under the joint efforts of the Byrne knights and the Boi hussars, the dead who rose from the ground changed back to their original appearance - messy corpses everywhere.

Immediate results!

In order to ensure the speed of the march and combat effectiveness, the 10,000 elite troops brought by Loren were not only knights, but also seven Earls of Byrne in command, almost gathering all the elite strength of the entire Thirteen Lords of Byrne;

And despite the heavy casualties of the Boi army, with only 40,000 remnants remaining, they were originally the elite handpicked by Laszló Varna, and were filled with a large number of experienced veterans.

The sudden attack sent them into a panic, even a one-sided slaughter, but as long as they could regain their composure, a group of beastly, irrational and even defenseless enemies could not be their opponents.

This is the gap, the most fundamental gap between the mob beast and the well-trained war machine!

"I said... Reptiles ......"

A sudden voice startled everyone who had just breathed.

"Rejoice now, isn't it ......?"

The gray-eyed boy turned his head suddenly, his face difficult to see.

Chakar, the centaur Khan who was obviously dead and had turned into charcoal, actually struggled to get up little by little.

I saw that the charred skin and flesh on his body were falling off little by little, and the fragmented body was restored at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even under the wound, the tender red "new meat" was like countless tentacle worms, growing rapidly and disgustingly.

“...... Too early?"

Slowly looking up, Chakal's face, whose skin had not yet recovered, showed a maniacal smile.

Creeps!

Lusen's eyes widened, and he only felt that he was frozen from head to toe, unable to move.

Gritting his teeth, the little wizard raised his bow again, while Harlevin Ashamai silently clenched his wand with a short-handled hammer.

"So, let's talk again. Chacar, who was covered in blood, approached everyone step by step with a hideous and convulsive expression:

"Let's sit down and start negotiating again, oh, this time you'll speak first... Let's see what kind of conditions you can come up with, and let me let you live!"

The eyes are as black as ink, but there is a certain strange playfulness.

"No, I don't have to. ”

Well?!

Chakar, who heard the voice, wanted to look back, but found that his neck could no longer turn.

A gray-blue sword stab out from the center of his collarbone.

"The story of the wolf...... the black-haired wizard who appeared in front of him at some point, his right hand tightly clutching the bright silver that pierced Chakal's throat, and at the same time raised his left hand wearing "spellcaster":

"Listen to it once, it's enough. ”

"Smack!"

Snap your fingers slightly.

A high-level spell, the fire of Turin.

"Boom ——!!!!"

The moment the flames exploded, Chakar's figure instantly turned into a blood mist.

Disappeared without a trace.

"Loren?!"

As soon as Ain spoke, he saw the black-haired wizard still standing motionless, waving his hand behind him.

And Harlem Van Ashamai and Lusen on the side are still like facing a great enemy, and they are extremely nervous.

The sound of the battle still echoed in his ears, but Loren still stood quietly, ignoring the chaotic battlefield around him and the attacking centaur army in the distance.

The traces of that void power did not dissipate, not even show signs of abating.

Chakar, he's still alive.

Really... In the next moment, the blood stains of the wreckage scattered on the ground and the "blood mist" that should have evaporated long ago gathered towards the center as if they had suddenly come to life.

The "running" drops of blood, the "beating" stumps, the "tumbling" bones...... Even though he had seen a similar scene several times in Ebolden and in the Red Blood Castle, Ain's expression was still instantly pale, and his face was bloodless.

And the gray-eyed boy beside Loren was desperately resisting the urge to spit out.

The black-haired wizard with a blank face silently looked at Chakar, who had been "killed" by himself less than five minutes ago, and stood in front of him again.

"I'm curious, Loren Turin......"

Stretching his muscles and bones, Chakar stared at the black-haired wizard in front of him: "Kill me, how are you going to get off the iron horse of tens of thousands of four-hoofed people... Get out of here alive?"

Raising his eyebrows, Loren sneered: "What do you say... Can I get on my knees and beg for mercy, and you will let us live?"

At that moment, Chakar was suddenly stunned.

"Hehe... Heheha...... Loren Turin, you really... You're so much fun!"

Laughing madly, Chakar twitched as if he were shivering, and every word that came out of his mouth was a tremor of excitement.

That's the creepy sound too!

"Really?"

"Of course! I've put so much thought into it, how can I get you out of here alive?! I'm going to kill you, skin you alive... ——!!!! in front of all of them"

There was a hysterical roar, gray-blue pus spilling out of the inky black eye sockets.

Feeling the sudden surge of the power of the void, the black-haired wizard suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

"Everyone, stand back ——!"

With a roar, Loren slammed the bright silver in front of him.

The members of the Duke's Guard, who were stunned, instinctively obeyed the order, but they couldn't help but subconsciously look back.

Then they saw a sight that they would never forget.

Chakar, who laughed hysterically, his burly body swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and swelled two or three times its size;

Thick black hair burst out of the skin, and the whole body was dyed pitch black;

The strong arms stretched out, and the claws of the hungry wolf grew;

The human-like cheeks are rapidly distorted, the ears are towering, the mouth and nose are extended, the eyes are like ink, and the fangs are terrifying.

"Loren... Turin ——!!!!"

The mad centaur Chakar, transformed into a hideous beast with the head of a four-hoofed wolf, roars and attacks the black-haired wizard!