There was no noise, no roar.

It was an incomparably "clean" offensive. Turning everything into nothingness with pure light.

Roland's offensive was very touching to Lilia.

It was a power of immense purity.

Under that pure light, there is no hiding place for filth.

An inexplicable emotion gradually welled up in Lilia's heart.

She felt herself being watched by something truly great. It was because of Lilia's contact with priests and cultists that she was able to understand the greatness of that great will.

It was a more divine pure will that was very different from those gods.

There is a personality, but there is no character. Compared with mortals who have mastered the authority of the gods, it is closer to the embodiment of some kind of rule.

As Roland's chant of "Your days are short" uttered, Lilia seemed to see in the pure white light what the world had seen before it was destroyed.

Lilia shuddered.

She seemed to see something extremely distorted, as intimidating as the corrupted world itself.

The ground withered and cracked, the water turned to blood, and green flames burned in the dry crevices. The sky shattered, the stars all fell, and the deep night sky was filled with countless huge chasms of dark red, dripping down with large clouds of viscous red or yellow liquid. At a glance, the sky looks like it is being abused. It was as if the madness had cut through countless ugly wounds that were oozing blood.

The world is dark, gloomy, gloomy, and distorted. Crazy. The whole world is broken, and the walls of Aum seem to be torn apart. Fragments, and the rest of the bits and pieces continue to burst into a brilliant glow like a short circuit in the thunder - and this is already the only light source in the world.

Sticky, cold tentacles, huge butterflies with a woman's lips on their wings, and plants made up of eyeballs. A hundred-headed dragon, a tall giant with scaly wings without a face, a humanoid creature covered in sharp teeth, a half-human from a giant tree that turns into a shadow from the waist up, and a twisted artwork of strange creatures made of wriggling crystals......

There is no doubt that it is the enemy of the world.

Just remembering what they looked like, just remembering the atmosphere around them, Lilia felt her head ache, a violent vomiting sensation, and her soul felt as if it had been violently torn apart.

The monsters gathered into legions. Roaring and singing, densely packed. Overwhelmingly rushed at the man in front of Lilia's eyes.

Lilia had no idea what she was supposed to do at the moment.

As a druid, prophecy is her main skill. And I heard from the teacher that she has excellent talents in this area, so Lilia also has a special ability to exercise her prophecy.

But she's never seen anything like it before...... A thrilling future.

She almost felt her vision torn apart and the whole world distorted. But Lilia threw herself into a spirited attempt to forcibly write down every detail of the future.

She instinctively realized that the future she saw at this moment was very important. It is even related to the safety of the whole world.

This handsome young man, who looked more like a beautiful maiden, was draped in pure white papal robes, with a crystal crown, and a beautiful crystal scepter in his right hand, and two long golden shoulder straps flying in the air. His long, silvery-white hair, slightly longer than it was now, fluttered wildly in the thunder and the storm. His face was as calm as a saint, a little less cold than now, and a little more gentle and resolute.

It was a pure voice that made people feel bad about it. Just looking at him, it was as if a pale silver glow rose from this crumbling, shattered, and pure black world on the verge of destruction.

"The People of Twilight!"

A cold voice that was exactly the same as the man's voice at the moment rumbled in the air. In that moment, it even overpowered the short-circuited thunder of the Wall of Orm and the screams of those monsters.

He shouted, "Your hour has come—"

The next moment, something as dim yellow as dust gathered behind him, roaring to form a huge human form thousands of meters high and reaching into the sky.

The somewhat abstract figure looked somewhat like an ascetic with his mouth sewn up. His hands were tied with rope around his chest in a prayer gesture. Dusty long hair danced in all directions.

Then, a light bloomed from the giant figure. But at the moment when the figure appeared. Lilia finally fainted in a brief moment of vertigo, not seeing what happened afterward.

And as the scorching light and fleeting vague visions faded from Lilia's eyes. It's been more than ten seconds later.

"That'...... Exactly...... What......"

She muttered, gasping violently, her voice trembling.

"That's the future—"

An elegant and languid female voice suddenly rang out behind Lilia.

Lilia felt as if a soft hand was caressing her head.

"Who is it?!"

In an instant, Lilia's hairs stood on end, and a spirit suddenly turned her head.

But she didn't see anything, and even the soft touch on her head dissipated.

"Yes...... Delusion. ”

Lilia reached out and covered her forehead and muttered.

It took about half a minute of rest before Lilia recovered and looked up at Roland.

As she had expected—after defeating the wolf, the gentleman would be able to overpower the armored man with ease.

Because of the influence of some kind of awe, Lilia subconsciously changed the title of "that man" to "that gentleman", and she didn't even notice it.

The gentleman—so call it that—the gentleman, though he didn't show the same awe-inspiring temperament as he did in the future, was still handsome in battle.

He held the Suze-style long sword and went head-on with the slashing sword, which was more than three times wider than his own.

Just as the armourer, who looked a bit like a black knight, tried to make a start, Roland thrust his sword forward, slammed his wrist slightly, and slammed the armourer's wrist around the gauntlet at a tricky angle, interrupting his movements.

Then, with a stiff face, the silver-haired gentleman struck his long sword with his backhand in the middle and end of the huge slashing sword, and in an instant the armored man nearly threw the slashing sword out of his hand.

Lilia looked a little puzzled for a moment.

That style of swordsmanship, although very sharp and effective, is definitely not the military swordsmanship of the Suze people, but a bit like the dueling swordsmanship of the Titan nobles.

Is this gentleman a Titan......

At some point, Lilia began to have a strong curiosity about everything about "that gentleman". (To be continued.) )

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