At the same time, outside the tent, anxiety is creeping in.

As the sky brightened, more and more soldiers woke up from their slumber and gathered in front of the tents and campfires, pointing and talking to the huge "gray-blue vortex" beneath the distant sky.

It wasn't a whirlpool of dark clouds, or even the other way around—not a single cloud was visible around the whirlpool, as if a hole had been torn out of the dome, with only a bottomless darkness in between.

The huge whirlpools hanging in the sky, which seemed far away, seemed to be very close to them, and a dull thunderous roar came from the whirlpools from time to time, as if to swallow the whole world.

No matter how the knights and counts reprimanded and shouted angrily, they never let the eyes of the soldiers really leave the whirlpool, and even themselves, while angrily scolding the soldiers, their pupils radiated the color of shock and bewilderment.

No one told them what had happened, and no matter how much they asked, the wizards remained silent, and the Grand Duke and the Legion Commanders repeatedly warned them to shut up the soldiers, not to spread rumors, and to dare to talk nonsense.

Spreading rumors in the barracks is a felony in the first place, and repeating what is right is tantamount to telling someone else that it is true.

From top to bottom, both the Grand Duke and the lowest soldiers had a faint feeling that there was no point in doing so—from the moment they were suppressed, rumors were born.

The collective silence of the wizards, the missing emperors, the silence of the archduke and the counts, desperately trying to suppress the rumors—the atmosphere in the camp is gradually developing towards a situation of treachery and panic.

"How long has it been?"

Outside the dead tent, Charlotte, who was the first to hold back, couldn't help but speak, and the eyes of the grand dukes present invariably looked at Edward, who had always been silent.

The leader of the Night's Watch let out a long sigh, his expression irritated and helpless.

"Your Majesty summoned the Duke of Byrne in the early hours of the morning, and it is now almost noon. Edward said expressionlessly, "Counting the time, it's almost a few hours." ”

"What the hell are these two talking about to get to this point?" Salika, who was holding the knife, was already starting to get impatient, even though she had only gotten out of bed almost an hour earlier.

Charlotte and Yuri Wirtz frowned, and Nolan Ode looked indifferent from beginning to end - the battle of the Azorean elves was over, he had already gotten what he deserved, and he had no interest in the huge vortex overhead.

"Probably... You're talking about that huge vortex, right?"

The new Grand Duke of Lothair, Karn Fleet, spoke cautiously, cautiously like a student answering a teacher's question: "I heard that Your Majesty was aware of the vortex last night, and it just so happened that the Grand Duke of Byrne had just become an advisor to the wizards, and it just so happened that I had just discovered something wrong, such as ......"

"Yes, yes, thank you for reminding me, otherwise where would we know where to go?!"

The irascible Archduchess of Scimitar interrupted impatiently: "If you know, you can talk less nonsense - when you shut up, you look smarter than you are now!"

"I ......"

"Sir Salika Jonah, please be careful with your words—Your Excellency Karn Fried is an archduke who has been recognized by the Empire and Lothair, and is equal to you and me. ”

Yuri Wirtz, who frowned lightly, said in a deep voice, glancing at the Archduke with an unhappy scimitar on her face, and turning her gaze to the panicked and restless Karn Fleet: "Duke Lothair, what have you discovered?"

"I—I discovered... Finding ......" Karn Fleet, who was stared at by a crowd and looked quite nervous, swallowed his saliva and looked evasive, pointing to the vortex above his head as if he had been out of the way:

"Have you noticed that vortex, that vortex and its direction......"

"Directions?"

"Yes, in the direction! it has been, has always been in that direction; There is no distinction between near and far......"

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

"It's the remnants of the Void, right?"

Although he was asking, the little wizard's tone was very affirmative, and his sapphire-like eyes kept staring at the huge vortex in the distance:

"I don't know how... But there was no void reaction in that vortex at all, there was just a wave of void power rushing in the face, in other words......"

In other words, it was just a remnant of a powerful void power gushing out, a fantasy created - so in the eyes of us beings in the physical world, it is like the sun that cannot see far or near. ”

Isaac snapped over the conversation, biting his nails: "The vortex that really tore apart the boundary between matter and void should be somewhere, very far, far away. ”

"It's nothing special, ordinary spells can also produce illusions due to too strong void power, and there are even high-level spells developed specifically to use illusions, so it's nothing special, it's very ordinary, nothing... Exceptional place......"

As he spoke, both of them fell into a kind of silence... Silence of fear.

Although they were similar emotions to ordinary soldiers, there were subtle differences—Isaac and Ain, who specialized in the study of the materialization of the power of the void, knew better than them what the vortex illusion in the distance meant.

This level of Void Remnant has long surpassed all "common sense", and even violates the power of the balance between matter and the Void World - if even Ebolden, who is so far away, can see such a clear vision, then where is really affected by that void power......

I'm afraid it's no different from the real "Void World", right?

The ground beneath his feet changed shape, the sky above his head turned into a muddy clutter, and all living life mutated, twisted, and grew iron bones, liquid muscles, golden eyes... Or simply become a mass of flesh and blood, flowing freely.

Everything that can be imagined, what cannot be imagined, what cannot be imagined, what cannot be imagined, what dare not be imagined...... It will all be in that land and become real.

And the mastermind behind all this, the existence that manipulates this huge void power, the "Black Cross" Selior......

The more they thought about it, the heavier their hearts became.

"This time... Can you really win?" muttered to the little wizard, the fear in Sapphire's eyes swept away and was replaced by inexplicable worry.

"Loren, he... Can you really beat Serol?"

It's strange - from the very beginning, the black-haired wizard never said that he would fight the Black Cross alone, but Ain had this hunch and almost decided that the big liar would definitely go on his own adventure without saying goodbye.

He's going to do it, because he's Loren Turin, the big liar who lied to himself in Wild Dog Village that he was going to "fight side by side".

"I don't know, this, this level... Even the evil gods in the records of the Dragon King Tower did not have this level of power. Isaac shook his head desperately: "I only know one thing. ”

"If what we see right now is his true power, if he really gets the Holy Grail of the Nine-Pointed Star... In this world, I'm afraid there is really nothing that can stop his existence. ”

Isaac gasped desperately to suppress the fear in his heart, and the nail of his thumb was almost bitten by him.

"He's not going to get it, is he?" said the little wizard with no help but say:

"The Holy Grail of Eberton is in the hands of Loren, and another... The other one doesn't even know about Loren, so the 'Black Cross' Selior should also ......"

"No, no, no... It's just theoretical. ”

"Theoretically?"

"Yes, theoretically. Isaac nodded: "Loren opened the second valve, and for those who opened the second valve, they can experience what has happened and will happen in their spiritual world an infinite number of times... It's a bit like a prophecy but it's not the same, because there is no concept of time in the void. ”

"If, I mean if... If the 'Black Cross' Serol had simulated the confrontation with Loren countless times in his spiritual world, all possibilities would be eliminated one by one. Isaac swallowed:

"So... It was still possible for him to find that flaw and confirm the true location of the Nine-Pointed Star Holy Grail. ”

Right now.

"Boom ——!"

A thunderclap rang out from the sky, purple lightning flashed through the center of the vortex, and almost at the same time, the three dragons in the camp let out a long roar in response to the roar that exploded in the dome.

The little wizard and Isaac turned their heads in unison, staring at the vortex with fearful eyes, a more terrifying conjecture echoing through their minds.

Maybe... Seliol he ......

Already got another Nine-Pointed Holy Grail for counterinsurgency?

"No, no, no, no... This can't be, it can't be!" Isaac immediately dismissed the idea, comforting the little wizard with a taste he didn't quite believe:

"If he did get his hands on another nine-pointed chalice, then what we saw would not just be an illusion but a real vortex - think about it, Loren could banish it into the void with the power of the Holy Grail when he could only open one valve......

"What would it be like if he did get another Holy Grail?"

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

"In this case, the exact position of the vortex must be confirmed as soon as possible. ”

After learning from Edward, the leader of the Night's Watch, that the vortex in front of him could not tell the distance from the near was an illusion, Yuri Wirtz immediately began to order:

"Order the guards of the barracks, the messengers coming from any direction of the Empire, no matter what the information, are not allowed to intercept them, and rush here as soon as possible, and at the same time send men to confirm the exact point of the vortex as soon as possible. ”

The officer who received the order bowed slightly, and turned to leave without waiting for the rest of the dukes to speak—in the battle of the Azorean elves, the Duke of Elem, who was the first to respond to the army, although he was the youngest, gradually became the existence second only to Byrne among the dukes by virtue of his military exploits.

"And thank the Duke of Lothair for his timely detection, otherwise I'm afraid we would have waited here any longer. Yuri Wirtz turned his gaze and bowed slightly to Karn Fleet, who looked frightened behind him:

"True to the Fried family of sharpshooters, your insight is not much inferior to that of Rubén Fleet. ”

"No, no, no, you're so polite, I'm just, just ......"

Karn Fried waved his hand in fear, as if he had accepted a great favor, but neither Yuri Wirtz nor the rest of the Grand Dukes were in the mood to pay attention to him, and turned their gaze in the direction of the sound of horses' hooves in the distance.

A herald galloping horseback was approaching this direction.

Glancing at the group, Edward stepped forward to take the letterhead from the herald's hand, and the moment he saw the first line on it, the expression of the leader of the Night's Watch, who had been relatively calm, changed suddenly.

"Is the information accurate?!"

"This is the letterhead sent all the way from West Sackland in the early hours of last night, and the subordinate is the seventh person responsible for delivering the letter!" the breathless herald nodded with all his might: "You can check, there should be eight letter stamps on it!"

Shocked Edward stared at the letterhead and nodded in dismay.

"What's wrong, what's wrong?" Charlotte, who had always been nervous, asked uneasily, "The true location of the maelstrom... Where is it?"

Tension pervades the surroundings, and fear begins to ferment.

"It's a letter, from West Sacland—it's scribbled, probably written by some messenger who sensed something was wrong. ”

After a long silence, Edward slowly turned around and looked at the people who were staring at him with frightened eyes: "The content of the letter is also very simple, only two lines. ”

"It's dark... There was thunder. ”

"It's simple, it's, the problem is the letter stamp on it — the first letter stamp is a lakeside estate in West Sackland. ”

"It's only half a day away from the imperial capital of Golovin. ”

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

"Ah...... It's finally begun. ”

The bloodless little elven prince stared at his feeble eyes, his increasingly blurred vision through the narrow gaps between the iron fences, looking at the whirlpools that swirled in the sky.

He didn't know what it was, or even what it meant, but at the first sight of the vortex, the elven prince knew that the guy who was hiding behind everything, manipulating the destruction of the Azorean elves and the Imperials..."Serol, the Black Cross", was already about to do it.

The last war is over, the Azorean elves have been wiped out, and the exhausted Imperials have lost all strength to resist him.

But Loren Torino... He probably already guessed this, right?

"So, what would you do... Dying, stubborn, or give it all and enjoy the game?"

The little elf prince said to himself:

"I want to... See for yourself. ”

"I'd love to see it for myself... Look at you struggling desperately, surviving in death, trying your best to resist fate, exhausting all possibilities, even sacrificing what you cherish, and finally still falling in front of fate, with a painful and desperate expression, Loren... Turin!"

"I'd love to see it with my own eyes... What a scene!"