Atfans slowly descended back to the ground, let out a long sigh of relief, and looked around. The fifth floor was empty, and there wasn't a single necromancer left.

"Are you alright?" Artevans asked Rusa softly in her body.

"It's fine." It was clear from Rusa's tone that she was also more energetic, and the injuries she had suffered seemed to have recovered, after all, the inner space of Atvance was an excellent place for Rusha to rest and recuperate.

Not far away, Dvoga and Ive, as well as other demon soldiers, were surprised by Artfans' strength, and couldn't help but widen their eyes and sigh in their mouths. Sheola smiled, looking unsurprised.

The "Ring of Annihilation" can be said to be the strongest direct attack magic of Artevans at present, but with Artfans' current strength, it takes a certain amount of time to prepare in order to cast this magic, and the cost is huge.

Atfans didn't hold back, he wanted to see how far his strongest moves could go. It took a very short time to break through the fifth layer, and there was not enough time for Dvoga and the others to rest.

"Sheola, I wonder what would have happened if we had just stood here and didn't attack?" Devoga noticed that the Necrons had no intention of attacking, but were holding on to one layer after another, and asked Theola.

(Probably, the Necrons won't do anything, Trier's terrain determines that these unintelligent Necrons can't go around the rear after we attack and sneak attack.) As long as we are in a high place, we will be able to notice whether there is an enemy in a low place. ）

"I'm afraid it's going to be dangerous, because I can't predict the Necromancy's tactics, and I don't know if that mysterious man is in Trier or not." Sheola had one thing in mind, but Sheola said something else. With unflickering eyes and near-perfect expression control, no one can tell from the outside whether Theola's words are true or not.

Even if it is false, Sheola's words seem to be full of convincing magic, and it is what Sheola is good at using the other party's lack of cognition and misguiding the other party through language loopholes that are difficult to catch.

Artevans, who had returned to the fourth floor, couldn't help but secretly laugh when he heard the conversation between Siola and Dvoga. I'm afraid Atlance was the only one in the room who knew if Sheora was lying.

Seeing this scene, Artevans remembered that there was almost no difference between Talia and Rodart, and that Devoga and Eve's trust in Siola was almost no different from Talia and Rodat's trust in himself.

"Good work, Master Artefans." Sheola noticed the return of Artevans and smiled to greet him.

"What's next?" Atfans asked.

"The next words......" Sheola thought for a moment and said.

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While the demon warriors are trying to reclaim Trier, the city of Dimor, inside the demon castle.

"I don't know if they're going well." Zac stood on the open-air platform of the Demon King's Hall, looking in the direction of Trill in the distance, his face seemed to be a little worried.

"Your Majesty, instead of worrying about the warriors who go on the expedition, you should pay attention to whether the Necrons will take advantage of this to launch a sneak attack." Kaina leaned against the wall, flipping through the books in Xiola's study, and her words did not give the Demon King any affection to Zac.

"You're still talking like you were before." Sack smiled helplessly.

Although Sak is a little older than Kaina, the two have known each other since childhood and know each other well. When he was alone with Kaina, Sack didn't have to put up a stand for the Demon King, and of course, he couldn't put on a stand like that in front of Kaina.

"yes, probably." Kaina said, looking up at the sky, her face changing, "I'm afraid, Sheola guessed right."

"What does this mean...... Before Sark could finish his words, a huge fireball suddenly appeared in the sky and flew in the direction of the castle.

Sack was about to spread the barrier to fend off, but Kaina behind him pulled him back into the main hall.

The fireball fell, hitting the castle, and the force was so powerful that the castle, which had not yet been fully repaired after the last attack, could not withstand it and collapsed with a bang. The Demon King's Hall was saved from this catastrophe because it floated in the air, but due to the destruction of the Philosopher's Stone on the city wall, the palace lost its energy supply and fell to the ground.

At the same time, the noise in the town also faintly reached Sark's ears. But before Sack could get up, Kaina took the lead and disappeared into the palace.

"The Necrons are really coming to attack, I'll go to the town to deal with it." Before Kaina left, she left a word.

Sack stood up and retrieved the scepter hovering beside the throne into his hand, ready to follow in Kaina's footsteps.

"Your Majesty the Demon King, where do you want to go?" A voice suddenly sounded, and Yaktri led two necromantic generals to block the door of the Demon King's Palace.

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Dimmor has been invaded, and I don't know how many times. But this time, because almost all the troops were sent to Trier, there were less than twenty soldiers left in the city of Diemor, and this strength of less than twenty men was destroyed almost instantly. Once again, the city of Dimore was filled with gunsmoke, and the civilians, as before, scattered and fled for their lives, still not choosing to fight back.

Kaina appeared on the streets of Dimor City as quickly as she could, killing the necromantic soldiers she could see. Then, she gathered a purple light on her right hand and slapped it to the ground with one palm.

A stream of energy is injected into the ground and spreads outward. In less than four seconds, the energy returned to Kaina's hands, transferring all the necromancers in Dimore except the castle to herself.

(Three generals and eighty soldiers, it seems that Sheola was right, a large-scale attack consumed most of the troops that could be sent outside.) However, in the case of the vacancy of combat strength in Dimore City, this number of troops is indeed deadly. ）

Kaina looked expressionlessly at the necromancer who had been transferred to her eyes without a trace of nervousness on her face. Sak became the Demon King by his means, and Kaina served as the High Priest of the "Black Temple", relying on absolute strength.

The necromancers who were transferred to Kaina were still a little confused, but when they saw Kaina, they understood what was going on with them. Without saying a word, he rushed to Kaina and prepared to attack.

Kaina was unhurried and covered the left side of her face without a mask, and her right eye, which was slightly blocked by the mask, shone with an eerie glow.

The necromantic soldiers who were illuminated by this light slowed down their movements, their expressions gradually became sluggish, and finally stopped, facing the nearest clansmen.

Syllable!

Kaina snapped her fingers lightly, and the necromantic soldiers tore at each other as if they were going mad, as if they didn't feel pain. Until one of the Sources is dug up and crushed, and the "victorious" side is thrown into attacking the other companion.

The three necromantic generals standing in the rear were a little surprised, but they instantly understood that this was Kaina's spell, so they immediately distanced themselves and watched Kaina vigilantly.

Kaina stood still, silently watching the necromantic soldiers kill each other. When the battle reached the end, Kaina didn't do anything, and the only "survivor" in this "fight" smirked blankly and slowly walked towards Kaina.

Kaina opened her arms and let the necromantic soldier walk towards her, raising her weapon and stabbing her in the chest.

The moment the weapon pierced Kaina's chest, a look of success appeared on her face. Kaina's figure blurred, and when she reappeared, she was the one holding the weapon, and it was the necromantic soldier who had been pierced through her chest.

"Do you want to go up together?" Kaina asked the remaining three necromantic generals in front of her in an emotionless voice, and although her face showed calmness, this expression was like mockery and disdain in the eyes of the three necromantic generals.

After glancing at each other, the three necromantic generals attacked Kaina together.

"......" Kaina lowered her head, not knowing what she was muttering, and when she looked up, a breeze blew through Kaina's silky hair.

At the moment when the three necromantic generals almost hit Kaina, they disappeared as if they had never appeared.

"May you have a good time in the world of illusions." Kaina didn't move half a step from start to finish, not even a drop of sweat on her face. Her absolute confidence in her strength allowed her to end the battle in the fastest time and in her own way.

"Now that the necromancers have come here, it means that this plan has officially begun, Sheola." With her purple smoke emitting her hand, Kaina casually touched the corpses of the five necromantic soldiers. The soldier, who had been confirmed dead, stood up as if he had been given life, and moved sluggishly.

"You guys, you should be able to fly." Kaina looked at the sky and said to the walking corpses.

The five "resurrected" necromantic soldiers nodded, turned into spirits and flew into the sky.

Kaina nodded in satisfaction and snapped her fingers again. The necromantic soldiers, who were able to move again because of their spells, exploded in the air, "blooming" into brilliant purple fireworks.

"Well, then, there shouldn't be anything for me here. Sark, we've known each other for a long time, but this time, allow me to say I'm sorry.'" After doing all this, Kaina turned her head and looked at the demon castle that had been reduced to ruins.

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"Is it a message from Dimor!?" Dvoga noticed the purple fireworks in the distance and couldn't help but look startled.

"That's a signal from Lord Kaina that Dimor City is in danger and needs help." Theora also noticed Kaina's signal, and secretly showed a wicked smile, but a look of surprise appeared on her face.

"Damn the Necromancy, we still have this hand, what are we going to do?" Iver seemed a little angry, and the tomahawk slammed into the ground and said loudly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, retreat to Yelan first, where Arusha stays here to monitor the Necromancy's every move, Lord Artevans, and return with me to Dimore to assist in the battle." With that, Siola whistled, gathered an icebird at his feet, and left Trier with Atellans.

"Finally, is it time to start?" In the sky, Artevans couldn't help but show an excited expression......