Fear, almost suffocating fear.

Sivi looked at Vitara close at hand, her lips squirming and she couldn't speak. Fear completely gripped her mind, and she couldn't even lift a finger. And Rant, who was next to him, tried hard to stand up, but he also tried several times because of his exhaustion of strength, but he was unsuccessful.

"In order to kill me, you don't even have the strength to stand up?" Vitara said with some surprise, her eyes flashing a terrifying red. "But don't worry, you'll have power soon, and I'll give you new power. Make you strong, so that you will be my most powerful subordinate, to conquer the world for me, for my master. ”

In the midst of the strange laughter, Vitala's hand got closer and closer, and Rand couldn't shake off its shadow no matter how hard he tried.

That's it, failed?

Desperation, creeping up on Rand's heart, made his face pale. He struggled to lift his hand up and pressed it against his chest.

"You're not going to make it."

"Trying to kill yourself?" Vitara grinned. "Have you forgotten who I am? As the king of the dead, even if you die in my land, you are my subjects. So ......"

Vitara reached forward with her right hand, looming over Rand's head. "Obey me...... Audience with the King of the Dead......"

"Then you will become a dead first!"

At that moment, a loud shout suddenly interrupted Vitala's words. Immediately, I saw a huge energy fluctuation on the battlefield in the distance. Three thousand meters away, the dust burst up, two kilometers away the earth plowed, a thousand meters away limbs flew sideways, and then a fist came in front of Vitara.

Fast, too fast...... Not only fast, but also bursting, fierce. No one can describe the speed, let alone the furious momentum. It was as if the fist came from one end of the battlefield and crossed the entire battlefield, clearing all resistance. With indescribable power imprinted on Vitala's face. Then, as if in slow motion, Rand watched as Vitala's face twisted, flattened, shattered, eyeballs flew out of their sockets, and bones shattered under the cracked muscles. The red and white liquid shot into the sky, and Vitara's body flew out like a scarecrow.

It was only then that the owner of the fist appeared in front of everyone.

Long blond hair, wild and uninhibited aura, burly as a bear, and that cold eyes. In the eyes of everyone, Lorcan slowly lowered his fist, and behind him was a battlefield and a ravine.

"I don't agree." He said this, to Vitala who had been knocked away. "You take him from us."

"Lorcan......" Rant's lips quirmed, eventually turning into a sigh.

Once upon a time, he had always regarded this powerful witcher as an adversary, as an enemy. I have studied him more than once, and I want to overwhelm him and replace him at all costs. But only then did he realize that this witcher had never been his opponent, but a companion.

On the battlefield, when it is the most difficult, desperate, and helpless, I will not hesitate to stand in front of you......

Companion.

"I'm sorry ......"

Rand whispered, so low that he couldn't even hear it. But Lorcan heard it, and he looked down at Rand with a faint relief in his eyes.

"No need to say sorry. This is something you are bound to experience. ”

It's also the price of growth.

The second sentence Lorcan didn't say, but he knew that Rand must have known. As a star-like witcher, Rand has always been proud. Proud of his bloodline, for his background, for his abilities. He is a native of the Wind Turbidity Domain. Since birth, I have been burdened with many expectations of ordinary people. His strength and potential are also the preferred targets for investment by many big families and nobles. Wind Turbidity Domain needs the emergence of local geniuses too much, and compared to Rand, no matter how hard Lorcan tries, he is still an outsider.

It is a well-known rule that a realm cannot rely on outsiders to grow.

Now, Rand has finally grown, which makes Lorcan feel relieved and relieved. He finally fulfilled the elder's request. You can turn your attention to your own path. He believed that after this incident, Rand would become mature, steady, and more powerful.

The premise is to get through the current predicament.

"Don't pretend, stand up. That injury won't kill you. ”

Thinking of this, Lorcan took a deep breath and said to Vitara in the distance. By this time, Vitala had become accustomed to the ground in the distance, and blood gushed from her neck. It looks like a rag pocket. But with Lorcan's words, he moved a little, and actually stood up a little.

The headless body looked so terrifying, but it let out a grotesque laugh from its chest and abdomen.

"Boom...... A new witcher. Stronger, sharper...... And...... More suspicious ......"

"Let me think, how can I make you my subordinate? Where are your weaknesses? ”

As he spoke, a bloody head rose from Vitala's neck, and the top of her head was covered with sticky and loose strands of hair. Blood flowed down his hair, staining his gorgeous clothes with mottled filth. The fishy smell reached everyone's nostrils for the first time, and Xiwei couldn't help but cover her nose.

Vitala, isn't she dead yet?

Sivi's eyes widened, barely in disbelief what she was seeing. At that time, Lorcan's punch had obviously shattered his head, how could he not die?

But facts are facts, and no matter how much she doesn't believe it, Vitala is still alive, not only alive, but doesn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries. Lorken's domineering, violent punch seemed to just wipe off a bit of dust from his body.

"Little girl, there is still a lot you don't know. Don't understand me with your simple thoughts. In Sivi's horrified gaze, Vitara turned her head to look at her, a terrifying smile.

"Actually, the appearance of this witcher did not surprise me. And no matter how hard you try, you can't change the outcome of today. ”

"You don't know that your fate is sealed from the moment you step into this land of Sombra."

"Be a helping hand in your master."

Master?

Everyone's hearts jumped, they had heard Vitara mention this word more than once, could it be that this conspiracy has not yet been unveiled? What kind of existence is the 'master' hidden behind Vitala?

Lorcan frowned, thought for a moment, and said suddenly to the demon side in the distance. "Hey, you don't want to be his prey, do you? Our conflict is only competition, but he wants to convert everyone into psionic power. If you keep looking, I don't want to leave it alone. ”

"Hmph, cunning human."

A voice sounded from a distance, and then the sky darkened slightly, and two figures appeared in the eyes of everyone, one of them with a head like a lion and wings on his back. The other is slender and has skin covered in oil paint.

Could it be the Pazzs and Dionysus on the demonic side?

The strongest of the human race and the demon side finally gathered together at this moment.