The trees behind him suddenly burst, and several pieces of cracked and burning wood shards pierced directly into Tradar's back. The longest of them was the length of a child's forearm, and the tip sank deep into his waist, dark red blood dripping down the wood.

The collapse on his forehead was shaken open again by the shock wave, and thick, dark red blood seeped down of it, dripping down his chin as he passed his eyes and cheeks.

Tradar squinted at the Ash Spirits who had gathered around with ill intentions, silently counting their numbers in his mind.

One, two...... Five, six...... Eight, nine.

There were nine of them.

Nine of the same strong enemies as Tradar in the Silver Rank.

Maybe they were still bronze before they completed some kind of forbidden ritual, but anyway, they are now silver this is a fact. No matter how desperate Tradar tried, he would not be able to escape from their encirclement.

Tradar watched his comrades be swept up by the monsters and then die, but he didn't say a word.

The flame-burning sword could still easily slice through the monster's rocky surface, but that was about it. There is no special effect that can burn people to the ground as they used to be, and their simple swordsmanship is not enough to achieve victory against such a number of enemies.

They are just militia after all. Even though they responded to the call of the mourners, put on masks and emblems, and were protected by their mentors, they did not have the slightest ability to resist their disadvantages.

The silvery-white light that had sheltered them and could easily block the druid's magic could not stop the scorching heat of the lava figures who called themselves the Ash Spirits - their black cloth robes were not enchanted at all, they had no resistance to heat, and once they were captured by several enemies at the same time, they could only be roasted alive in a wail.

Just by contact, they quickly collapsed.

Is. A group of underdogs. It's a shame for the mentor.

Tradar pursed the corners of his lips in disdain, not showing the slightest hint of their death.

Anyway, they themselves just came to count people, and this group of people is not even a priest. The faith is not pious enough, and the ability is not enough to be called elite, and there is nothing wrong with saying that it is cannon fodder. It's just because they have the protection of their mentor and the command of the Overseers that this group of people who didn't even touch a weapon a week ago were able to wipe out several druid settlements in quick succession. It cannot be said that Tradar is not very capable.

But that's all he has to offer.

He's an Overseer, but he's only an Overseer. His strength depends on the army itself.

If Tradar were given the same number of elite legionnaires as this group of trash, even if the number of enemies doubled, Tradar would still have the confidence to defeat them.

However, now it is different.

After he had struggled to defeat one of the Ember Spirits, he knew immediately that his fate was inevitable.

The ash spirits opposite him hesitated to approach because they felt that Tradar's life force was burning violently.

Anyway, if it drags on for a little longer, he'll die on his own.

"Hehehe......"

But in the face of such a desperate situation. Tradar burst out laughing. The hoarse laughter sounded like that of a crow, ominous and hoarse.

His right hand, which was holding the man's neck, drooped slightly. As if waiting for something.

"I'm so stupid. What else was I thinking? What a ......."

He lowered his head and muttered, silver-white flames slowly spilling out of his mouth.

The spirit of ashes at the head immediately realized that something was wrong.

However, it was already too late.

Silver-gray flames exploded from Tradar's body without warning.

A silver cloud of light that shimmered like a thundercloud exploded around him, electrocuting the two Ash Men who had accidentally got too close into ashes.

Knock knock!

The dull sound of the engine's heartbeat suddenly sounded, and it roared and roared.

The next moment, a silvery-white tide of light like ocean waves suddenly slapped around.

"O Mentor! I sacrifice to you with the blood of my enemies! ”

A laughing Tradar roared in the center of the light tide.

His left eye was scorched black, and his right eye was beating with a silvery-white electric light. The bones of the ribcage were bent outward, and the contents burned violently. It shimmers like a reactor with a dazzling silvery-white light.

An increasingly intense silvery-white glow began to flicker in Tradar's chest, growing stronger and brighter.

A terrible feeling of suffocation filled the Ash Spirit's chest, pressing them against each other, desperately trying to escape.

It's not just them. Deeper in the woods, two druids, a man and a woman in dark red robes, also had drastic expressions and tried to escape.

But. The air starts to get sticky. Everyone's movements became slow.

The next moment, an extremely dazzling blazing white brilliance suddenly pierced out of Tradar's chest, and the arc of light flickered, and it was pulled out in a long way. His whole body was dyed silvery-white.

Then, with him as the center. The boundless silver-white electric light overwhelmed the entire world.

His color became more and more dazzling, eventually turning a shadowy blazing white.

The next moment, all the blazing white exploded at the same time, and an unimaginable roar rolled and drowned out everything.

A visible shockwave burst around Tradar. Layers of dirt were swept away, and the ancient trees around them were blown to pieces and crushed into pieces in the storm. The trees a little farther away were also blown by the storm and leaned slightly outward.

By the time everything had subsided, it would be half an hour later.

Don't say it's the Spirit of Ashes. Even the surrounding earth was reduced to nothingness. Everything within about eighty feet was gone.

And at this time, the second wave finally arrived. They also wore masks with beaks and wore black robes.

When the man in the lead saw this somewhat familiar scene, his left hand couldn't help but tremble, and he was half-kneeling, gently caressing the ground.

“…… One step late. ”

He muttered softly, "Another ...... Do you want to die like that? ”

Behind him, someone hesitated for a long time and asked, "Lord Kakarit, what ......do you mean?"

Kakarit shook his head and did not reply.

He was silent for a long time, then stood up, his voice calming down.

"Pass it on, Father Tradar was martyred in the Forest of the Elders."

He whispered, "I will ask His Majesty Roland to posthumously crown him as a saint - St. Tradar!" As for ...... now"

Under the mask, Kakarit's eyes turned cold: "Immediately search for the Ash Disciple Falina hiding in the Forest of the Elders!" ”

"- Live or die!" (To be continued.) )