On the platform of the Night Well in the deepest part of Sulamar City, Tyrion slew more than a dozen demon warlords with a wave of his hand, and death came so quickly and silently that not even a drop of blood was shed, and it was all over.

This happened in a split second, so that the demons and demon minions on the platform couldn't react for a while.

"Miscellaneous just don't know how to judge the situation, so they will die so sadly, now, I want to warn other irrelevant people, etc.!"

The cold voice of the Great Lord sounded like muffled thunder at this moment:

"Grim Blade! Nothing to do with people, etc... Get lost! ”

Along with the sound of death, there was also a death storm that enveloped the entire platform, the black spirit wind frantically blew everything around, covering all the light, making the entire platform like night at this moment, and Tyrion, who took steps again, was like a god of death under the night.

Salorath, the Shadow Daughter, staggered back but was punched by the invisible force of death.

"Protect the fraudsters!"

The next moment, all the demons moved, Banazar waved the hammer of Kazgros in his hand, this holy relic was already in Argus by the fallen titan Agrama to release the restriction, so that the demons can also use it, at the moment when the war hammer that shone with the power of the mountains and rivers was swung, the entire buildings around the dark night well were distorted as if by a pair of invisible hands, and smashed hard at the Great Lord.

Behind Banazal, the reflexing archmage Elisandr held up his shield to block the power of death, and then snatched the Eye of Amansur from the hands of Oresus, she had been manipulating the artifact for more than 10,000 years, and she knew how to use it.

"Bang"

The power of the earth evoked by Banazar was easily shattered by the sharp blade wielded by Tyrion, but the next moment, the power of time from the Eye of Amansur, like the most accurate prison cage, trapped the Great Lord who was carrying the sword and walking forward in the flow of time, as if banishing the Great Lord to another dimension, completely severing his connection with death at this moment, those gloomy and terrifying illusions of death, and even the spirit wind that came with a whistling spirit completely dissipated at this moment.

It's like that hellish scene just now, it's just an illusion.

Tyrion's expression was a little puzzled, he swung his fist, and in the lingering power of death, he slammed into this flow of time, causing a trace of waves in the invisible light of time, but he was completely unable to break the shackles of time.

"Hehehehe"

The Archdemon turned around, and Kilgardan looked at the High Lord trapped in time, and he glanced at Elisandr with satisfaction, who was struggling to maintain the cage of time, and said:

"Well done! I see your value! You have won a bright future for your people. ”

With that, the deceitful took his battle axe, covered in evil power, and walked over the crowd before the eyes of the great lord like a victorious general, and Kil'Gardan's eyes shone with undisguised mockery:

"That's great! Today is my lucky day, and I can solve two big troubles at once! You... Tyrion. Dawnblade, you're a good opponent, but unfortunately, I'm stronger. ”

"And this tomahawk, it's for you!"

"Today, even if it is death, kneel before me!"

The deceiter swung his tomahawk, but at the moment when the tomahawk fell, the expression on Tyrion's face, trapped in time, suddenly became strangely calm, he ignored the fallen tomahawk, and then raised his finger, put it to his mouth, and said to the archdemon:

"Shhhh Don't be so arrogant, you crazy words, death... Death will hear..."

"And I'm not here today as a warrior... I'm here to watch! ”

"Now, allow me to introduce you to an old friend, Kilgardan..."

"He's right behind you!"

"Bang"

Like an earth-shattering shock, at the moment when the Great Demon was about to kill the killer, a hand with black hand armor poked out of the air behind the fraudster, and the cold power wrapped in his finger tore through the evil energy shield surging around the fraudster, and accurately buckled on Kil'Gardan's waving arm from behind, and the next moment, the huge force of death struck, and the sneak attacker behind it threw the unprepared fraudster to the other side of the platform.

The power was so great that even though the fraudster was quickly maintaining his body in the air, the moment it fell, it still blasted the white jade platform into a terrifying depression like a meteor falling to the ground.

In the midst of the vibrations of the Well of Night, in the apocalyptic scene where the bricks and stones fell, the Knights of the Damned Legion stepped out of the torn rift of the Dead.

The cold aura of death wrapped around the tall knight, and under the black helmet dotted with sharp horns, the eyes that had once made Kil'Gardan extremely familiar were now full of death's indifference and ruthlessness.

The knight held the black cross hammer in his hand, and he stood there, confronting Kilgardan, for a moment, neither of them made any sound, like a sculpture, but the air on the platform seemed to be frozen because of the confrontation between the two big guys.

"They all thought I was here for those broken stones!"

The deceitster moved his arms, the fire of evil burning on his body, melting the death frost covering his skin, and reflecting the distorted figure of the deceitr on the broken platform, he looked at the silent as death in front of him, and in the burning of the terrifying flames, the body of the archdemon crouched slightly, just like the battle posture of the former High Archon of Eredar, his hands clenched in the bone battle axe, his eyes shining with stubbornness and some complicated feelings.

He whispered:

"But I'm here for you! I won't allow you to accept this fate that is not yours! Viren..."

"I'll take you back to Argus! I will take you into the destiny I have shaped for you! ”

The Knight of Damnation straightened up, and the taciturn knight, like Kil'Gardan, clenched the hammer of the cross in both hands, and held the weapon at his side, and replied in a hoarse voice:

"This is my fate, Kilgardan."

"Here, settle grievances! I've embraced death, and now it's your turn..."

"I won't allow it!"

In the midst of the deceit's roar, the scorching and terrifying crimson flames shrouded the entire platform like an erupting volcano, and the temperature quickly rose enough to melt the steel, it was the first time in the 10,000-year war that the deceitr had used his demonic power so wantonly, and in the burning of the flaming hell, the deceitr was like the bravest warrior, and he roared and rushed towards Viren as the platform of the Night Well collapsed.

Flames, flames burning, the power of the Great Demon was unleashed, and the entire land of Surama seemed to be thrown into a scorching hell.

"Bang"

The heavy tomahawk and the black cross war hammer collided together, the incomparably powerful storm of evil energy collided with the cold of death without reservation, and the energy that burst out was in the manipulation of the two strong men, frantically colliding, annihilating, and even between the collision of the two weapons, a dangerous black singularity was derived.

It was a sign that the solid space was tearing apart because it could not withstand the force.

"Let's go!"

Queen Salorath grabbed her sister's wrist and disappeared into the terrifying battlefield in the beating shadows, Elisandr and the stargazers also evacuated the land of destruction early, and in the corner where no one was looking, Banazal slashed the chains on Casanatyr's body, carrying the weak First Lord and quickly disappeared into the depths of the collapsed night well.

Kilgardan has fallen into a death trap, and all pretense is no longer necessary.

But because of the High Lord's request, they still have to perform the last "play" to add a dramatic twist to the imminent fall of the fraudster.

"Those two lunatics didn't even think to keep their hands! The end of Surama is at hand! ”

On top of Elisunder's tower, with the glow of magic, the figures of the archmage and the astrowizard appeared on the terrace, and the two looked down, and the original magnificent temple of order had begun to crumble in the aftermath of the death battle between the deceitr and the viren, and the dust and rubble raised by the moon-white tower that kept collapsing downwards were like miserable things that could no longer stand in a terrible earthquake.

And that is only a symptom of Sulama's destruction today.

This... This is not the end that Elisander desires, the archmage is vicious and greedy, but she still has the place of the people in her heart, seeing that this war of destruction is about to affect the entire city, the archmage's face became very indented, she turned her head and screamed to the astral behind her:

"Move the people out before the city collapses! No matter what way you use it! Fast! ”

Aitaeus, the sorcerer, did not refuse, he turned and hurried away, and a moment later, the entire Twilight Lily Guard belonging to the archmage Elisandr was dispatched, wielding magic carpets or all kinds of tools, wielding weapons, and violently driving the civilians hiding in their homes out, and swarming towards the borders of the city.

Fortunately, the magical barrier used to seal the city has long been closed due to the diversion of the energy of the Night Well to the Stargate, which gives the Night Children in Sulamar City the last hope.

They were like refugees in the apocalypse, weeping and wailing, driven out of the city they were about to destroy, and this was not in the plan of the Grand Magus.

Elisandr had never been so flustered in more than 10,000 years, and she watched as the destructive power erupted from the underground well of the night, the green evil energy and pale death, like a storm of destruction, swallowing the magnificent and majestic city little by little, which made Elisandr extremely desperate.

Her manipulation of the future eventually went awry.

She can't be blamed for this, after all, she's just a mortal too.

Standing on top of the tower, feeling the whole city trembling in the shadow of destruction, the archmage lowered her head, looking at the eye of Almansur shining with the light of time in her hand, her still beautiful face was cloudy, and finally, she gritted her teeth and made up her mind, in the light of magic, the figure of the archmage disappeared from the tower.

"Bang"

Evil energy wrapped around Kil'Gardan's demon claws, the claws that shone with strange evil energy slapped fiercely on Viren's chest, the spatial rifts wrapped around the claws tore the armor of the dark scroll open five terrifying claw marks, the fire of evil energy roared around the body of the death knight, and was extinguished by Viren's brutality, in the smoke ignited by the extinguishing flames, Viren showed no weakness, he ignored the curse imposed by the deceit, picked up the war hammer with one hand, and smashed it into Kil'Gardan's head, but was blocked by the battle axe raised by the deceit.

"Bang"

The ground under Kil'Gardan's feet suddenly cracked, as if he had been knocked down by a meteorite, and Viren's other fist, the other clenched fist, roared and rushed up, and in the beating sonic boom, it smashed Kil'Gardan's cheek, and the violent death force distorted the entire face of the Great Demon, and even scattered the crimson flames on the fraudster's body, and the accompanying terrifying kinetic energy swept Kil'Gardan's entire person away.

In the battle of pure strength, the Great Demon and Viren, who was extremely strengthened by death, were almost indistinguishable.

"Phew!"

Staggering to the ground, Kil'Gardan turned his head and spat out a few broken teeth, and he touched the blood stains on the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand, the smell of blood with the smell of sulfur, the green blood stains that fell on his armor, all of which made Kiljadan look so hideous.

Opposite him, Viren, who was holding the hammer of the Cross in one hand, took a step forward, and in the sound of black armor, the cold aura attached to the Knight of Damnation caused all the scorching heat to freeze everywhere he went, and even the flames that danced in the ruins themselves were frozen in an instant.

One hot and one cold, one life and one death.

This pair of once good brothers has never seemed so-for-tat in the past.

In the hedge of the huge energy, the ground of the entire city of Sulama was like a dam that had been washed away by the tide, as if a large bomb had been detonated underground, and the shock wave caused the ground of this gorgeous city to jump, roll, and then collapse inward.

"Wow"

Realizing that he had no upper hand on the ground, the demonic wings behind Kil'Gardan snapped open at this moment, and between the flicks of his wings, the deceitr rushed into the sky like a red shadow, he held an axe in one hand, and spread it in the other, and in the green lightning that roared with evil energy, the darkness above the city of Sulama, the shattered space was torn apart, and dozens of meteorites entwined with rolling flames fell from the sky, roaring and smashing into the collapsed place below.

"Viren! Let's fight in the apocalypse! ”

The roar of the deceitster echoed in the darkness, and in the ruins of the dark well, the vast amount of magic tumbled and rose, and Viren raised his head, and under the black heavy helmet, the blue eyes danced with deadly killing intent, and the hand of the Knight of Damnation flicked outward, and a cold ray of death flew out of his fingertips, annihilating all the meteorites that had fallen.

In the face of the deceit's invitation, in the midst of the flames and icy storms of murderous intent, in the near-end city of Sulamar, Viren's answer was remarkably simple.

"Let's use blood..."

"Convey the will of death."