On the way to Tristram, Liszt, who had forced himself to relax and think about nothing, fell into a deep sleep, waking up on and off every day, and then immediately falling back asleep. With adequate sleep and the help of the necromancer Zur, Liszt's physical skills were quickly restored, and when Liszt no longer had to rely on sleep to speed up his recovery, they had already reached the sea.

Liszt, who woke up, was surprised to find that the boat they were riding on turned out to be bone! And the ones who are driving the ship are actually some skeletons! It's simply unheard of.

Zur, who was meditating with his eyes closed, sensed Liszt's awakening, opened his eyes, and said jokingly: "As a loner, we must have much more than others, otherwise it will be very troublesome." ”

Liszt nodded to Zur in thanks: "Thank you for saving your life, Mr. Zur, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd be dead." ”

"No, Lee, I just hastened your recovery and cast out the shadows and curses from you, according to the old man, an angel named Tyrell, who saved you from hell." Zur shook his head, "I don't know what that old man has to do with angels, but I can sense he's a liability. ”

"Damn! It's just a little bit close! Liszt thought of the battle and couldn't help but be chagrined.

In that duel with Diablo, not only did the Shadow eat away at his body, but he also squandered the Shadow Power in his armor. Therefore, as soon as Liszt thought that the Diablo he was facing now might be much stronger than last time, he became angry with Kane.

"What about Kane? Where is he? Liszt asked through gritted teeth.

"He just finished wiping your body and then went to sleep, and he has taken care of you in the past few days." Zur said expressionlessly.

Liszt suppressed the anger in his heart, he was really not afraid of god-like opponents, only pig-like teammates. But it's useless to blame the old man now, the most important thing for Liszt is to think about how to quickly increase his strength.

Liszt calmed down and seriously recalled the scene of the duel with Diablo in the underground of the monastery. After he balanced the hatred and discipline in his heart, the dark power that Diablo emanated was at his disposal. Although the shadow was eating away at his body, it was powerful enough to make up for it - if you lose your life, you will lose nothing.

With the experience of a successful shadow synchronization, Liszt was confident that he would continue to harness this power. However, what bothers Liszt now is that in the human world, shadow is a rarer element than wind, fire, electricity, and electricity, and the reason why he was able to use shadow last time was thanks to the shadow element created by Diablo when he was resurrected. But Liszt could not have expected such a good thing in every battle - to let his enemies create conditions for him. Liszt had to learn to summon and even create the Shadow Element. He remembered that when his father killed Issad, he summoned a thick shadow from the void.

"Mr. Zur, do you know how to create the Shadows?" After thinking about it, Liszt was still ready to ask Zur, who did not reject the power of any element, so regarding the shadow, Zur was the only person Liszt could consult.

"You're interested in the Shadows?" "If that's the case, you're already in the Aether Realm, and you're sure to know that the use of a variety of elemental powers will have varying degrees of influence on a person's character. If you want to summon or even create shadows, then you must first learn to accept evil. ”

"Accept evil? Do you want me to be in the same league as the devil? Liszt could not have imagined that there would be such a big price.

"Not really, Lee. You are not going to be a slave to the shadows. However, unlike being close to the fire elemental personality will become irritable and close to the water element will become conservative, if you want to get close to the shadows, then you will start to become evil, and if you can't grasp this degree, then you will become a demon. ”

I see! Liszt had an idea. It's no wonder that the diary says that his father and Covaan were extremely cautious in refining the power of the Shadows, and even entrusted each other with the aftermath, in fact, they were afraid that their own will would not be able to defeat the evil corrosion.

"I don't recommend that you use the power of Shadow, because in all my long history, I have never heard of anyone who could use the power of Shadow without falling into madness. However, no one is stronger than you at your age. Maybe you can harness the power of this evil. Zur shrugged.

"So what do I do?" Liszt asked.

"The easiest way to do this is to practice the spell that summons demons over and over again, but of course, it doesn't work. So you can try to absorb the power of demons, like the Sinking Demon. It's also very simple, and it only requires me to cast a curse. Zur patiently spoke to Liszt.

"Remember, you can't fail and become a slave to the devil!" "I need a strong helper, and if you don't meet my requirements, or want to quit, it's better to leave it to me to deal with that demon god alone." ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Zur," Liszt sneered slightly, "I have never lost against demons!" ”

In Brewell, west of Tristram, Westmar's army had been assembled. The news of King Leorric's declaration of war on Westmar soon spread throughout the continent, and the Emperor of Westmar was puzzled by the untold King Canduras, who had only been in office for a few days, to find himself dead. However, the Emperor of Westmar did not take Leoric to heart—he believed that any of his troops could completely occupy all of Canduras.

For Rakdanan, who was in the city, the situation was extremely bad. Westmar's army did not attack, they just retreated in the city, and now it was Rakdanan who had to follow the king's orders and invade Westmar's land.

Originally, the Knights were far less manpower than the other side, and now they had to fight an absolutely inferior siege battle, and the experienced Rakdanan really couldn't figure out how to fight this confused battle.

Rakdanan knew that he had to attack, and even though it was sending his brothers to hell, as paladins, they had no choice but to be loyal to the king.

Rakdanan no longer thought about anything else, he concentrated his mind, and the powerful psychic power spread his concentration out, so that the other paladins who were restless also gained peace and concentration. Some paladins have ignited a frenzy for desperate battles, which has inspired his other teammates to become eager to try and fight. That's how powerful the Paladins are - they're always a united whole, motivating and reminding each other in battle, leaving the Paladins with few obvious weaknesses.

"My robe, today's battle is destined to be sacrificed innumerable, but since we are the king's knights, we must guard the king's dignity! We do not fight today for justice, for the weak, or even for the light. But don't be confused, brothers, our loyalty will guide us! Knights, strike! ”