When Nightshade looked up, Nighttime swooped down like a falcon.

The expression on the face of "Night" seemed to be mocking Yeyu.

"You're here again...... It's a pointless fight again. ”

Nightshade silently put away the heavy dead, pouring the recovered power into the dark moon.

If it weren't for his advancement, he wouldn't have been able to summon two King Spirit Weapons at the same time.

Calm down, be sure to calm down.

Ye Xi stared at the wrist of "Night" with wide eyes, and the dagger was as black as night, devouring the light, and also devouring Ye Yu's battle intent.

Nightshade bit down on his lower lip hard, the pain drawing his attention, and he couldn't dodge even if the blade was so close to him. The only chance to fight back is in the gap between the enemy's shots.

Block him, and then, kill him!

This is the crisis of the night, and the "night" that fell from a high altitude occupies a geographical advantage, and his attack is bound to be fierce. At the same time, this is also an opportunity for the night, and there is no way back for the "night" at this moment.

Twisting the valve of the spiritual power in his body, Yeyu poured all his power into the dark moon. The blue fire entwined by the long knife turned into an ice-blue air current, and the extreme fire that burned everything turned into a cold air of eternal-year-old ice.

The invisible realm groans from the sword, and the victory or defeat is in one fell swoop!

Three seconds to go...... Now is the time——!!

The night bowl struck upward, and the semicircular arc drawn by the dark blue cold long knife was exactly what its name called - Dark Moon.

Seeing that the long knife and dagger were about to collide together.

Under the shocked gaze of the night, the figure of "Night" dissipated suddenly.

Nightshade swayed, and the all-out attack hit the remaining shadow once again. Disturbing the blurred figure, the dark face of the "night" showed a certain look of pity.

Checkmate ......

A rustling sound came from below him, and "Night" appeared, appearing in Yezhu's arms.

The other dagger that Nighttime had thrown backwards earlier happened to be hidden in the tumbling dirt. This is exactly the second "knife" that the killer should have prepared in order to make a flash mark of the night.

Yexi's hands were still in the sense of detachment from the empty blade, and he couldn't deal with the unexpected situation in front of him. He tried to move his arms desperately, but he could only watch in vain.

"Poof."

The sound of a fork inserting into a pudding sounded.

The dagger stabbed into the heart of the night, and the black blade seeped through the bones and from the back of the night.

"It's useless."

The child chuckled, his voice like a bell.

The moment he was defeated, he instinctively broke away from the deep meditation.

"Ahem——!

Yeji, who was sitting on the princess's bed, suddenly opened his eyes, and he suddenly coughed violently. The sound of coughing echoed through the room, as if it was about to cough out all the lungs. The right hand, frozen in mid-air, covered his mouth and nose, and scarlet blood continued to flow from between his fingers.

A cold sweat broke out in the night, his chest was roaring at a high frequency, and his heart was pounding like a torrential rain.

He reluctantly mobilized the spiritual power in his body, moving it as slowly as possible, controlling the blood that was speeding up due to the change in mood.

A faint steam came out of the night's head, and the cool spiritual power was forcibly cooling the overheated body. The spiritual power swirled from the heart and flowed into the brain, and the eyes gradually became clear.

Nighttime gulps in the lily-scented air of the room. After a while, his breathing eased and gradually calmed down.

"The 17,000 and 80th simulated battle...... Fail. ”

Yelu sighed softly.

Simulated battles, deep meditation.

It has nothing to do with Panish, it was a form of training that Yeyu's original master taught him.

In addition to high-intensity physical training and comprehensive training, killers also need to fight powerful enemies and gain experience. But the killer has no right to lose, and to lose is to die.

Dead, what's the use of being so experienced in combat? Practicing radio gymnastics with black and white impermanence in hell?

At this time, it is necessary to imagine a powerful enemy in your mind, an invincible enemy. Then do whatever it takes to defeat him! Crush him! Gain XP!

Experience Points (EXP) is an abbreviation whose full name is Execution Point, a way of measuring the damage you have done to others.

Every time you kill an enemy, your experience points increase.

When you reach a certain amount of experience, your Love level will increase. Similarly, Love is an abbreviation. Its full name is Level of violence, which measures a person's ability to harm others.

The more people you kill, the easier it is to drift away from your original intentions.

The farther away you are from your own heart, the harder it is to be hurt, and the easier it is to let yourself go and hurt others.

At first, the master also used hallucinogens to help Yezhu fantasize about this almost invincible enemy, but he didn't expect Yexi's simulated battle presence to be so strong, just like the person in his head...... It's really there.

After that, the master did not use hallucinogens on the night and reminded him to avoid deep meditation, for fear that something would happen to him.

Ye Xi remembered it in his heart, and then challenged "Night" again and again without repentance, challenging the second personality who bore all the sins for him at the beginning.

"yes, it's useless, me."

The battle record between Yeyu and "Night"——

There were 17,000 defeats and 17,080 victories in the night.

"I'm going to beat you, 'I'."

Night's blood-stained right hand clenched tightly, closed his eyes again, and whispered to himself.

"The Seventeenth Thousand and Eighty-First Simulated Battles - Begin."

- Iloster Mansion and Conference Hall.

Gred sent Noor, who was clamoring to sleep, to his room and returned to the conference hall.

Lige sat on the table and chair near the windowsill, looking out the window, not knowing what she was thinking. Her expression became a little sad, probably recalling something not so good.

"Lord Iloste......"

"Just call me Lige, you can't remember it after saying it so many times, did you do it on purpose or intentionally?"

Lige glanced at him nonchalantly, her eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"Yes, yes, Ligo. You are my master and my commander, and my name always feels strange and decent. ”

"What, do you have an opinion? If you don't accept to win me, you will be my master if you win me, and you will be the marshal. Otherwise, just do as I say, and don't worry about it so much. Li Ge gave Greed a blank look, how did she claim this disobedient apprentice in the first place?

It seems that before the holy war, Li Ge looked at this stupid boy with a long sword and rushed towards the demon army with the eyes of caring for the mentally handicapped child. So she grabbed the gap in Greed's armor with a gun and threw it directly back to the barracks.

Well, there was a wonderful encounter between the master and the apprentice.

"Tell me, what's the matter, I'm very upset right now, if you joke with me, I'll shoot you." Li Ge gestured with her right hand, and said with "biubiubiu" in her mouth, pretending to be vicious.

Greed's face was gloomy, dark and terrifying.

He took a rusty badge from his pocket and handed it to Ligo.

"We found the insignia of the Hilbot family in the corpse of the Bloodline."

— Gurred Hilbot, so said.