Chaos, dark, weird, indescribable.

It is a space beyond human comprehension, a space that has been hidden in the corners of this planet since time immemorial, but has never been known to mortals in this world. In this strange place, far and near, all you can see is countless broken towers floating in the air, crooked palaces, and mysterious long bridges that connect these twisted buildings. In the distant and dark chaos, unexplained stars and nebulae have shone on this dark world for thousands of years, casting mysterious and strange shadows on every building floating in the void, which is intimidating to look at.

No one knows who built these buildings, or what race the space once belonged to, but there is no doubt that the former owner of the space was incredibly powerful and possessed far more technology than normal, because the ruins of the buildings that floated in the air and looked like they were all so strong that even the most powerful aliens could not shake them.

And now, fierce battles are breaking out all over this space.

In the corner of the void floated a shattered and collapsed palace, and the remnants of the palace could still show its former grandeur. On the shattered side of the outer wall of the palace, several dazzling white fires suddenly erupted, and several figures wearing black trench coats could be faintly seen when the firelight exploded together. Constant shouts of killing rang out from all directions, and this once peaceful and sacred place was now completely transformed into a criminal battlefield of scuffle and betrayal.

A tall, dark-skinned, high-ranking witcher stood at the palace gate, wielding a large, strangely shaped cross, and flying several crossbow arrows in succession. Behind him, in front of the main entrance of the palace, a wall of light shone with a glimmer of light. The wall of light was crumbling, apparently already under too many attacks. A small group of tired face witchers hid behind several collapsed stone pillars. Fighting back with his bow and ranged magic, one of the warriors shouted, "Master Tutanin! It's hard to hold here! ”

Tutannin, a sturdy witcher, slammed the massive cross in his hand, which could have been seen as a war hammer, to the ground, and as the cross hit the ground, it emitted a blinding flash of lightning, temporarily creating a barrier outside the palace. He frowned and looked around, seeing an overwhelming disadvantage that was completely unfavorable to his side: almost all the warriors on his side were wounded, and the rune walls on the outer layer of the palace were almost all extinguished.

Although the warriors were still here, it was clear that the physical defenses were on the verge of collapse.

And at this moment when he was watching the situation, a huge explosion suddenly came from afar, and a dazzling flash of light illuminated the dark space within a kilometer radius nearby. He looked up. Seeing a sharp flame radiating from the top of a minaret hundreds of meters away, the whole tower lit up like a blazing torch, and on the top of the minaret, bright rune lines were bursting one by one from top to bottom: it was the parapet that the latecomers had laid on the building, and these shallow magic tricks were too fragile compared to the impregnable building itself.

“…… The energy node is lost," Tutanin watched the scene with a blank face, waving open the wall of light at the main entrance of the palace, "retreat into the second line of defense. ”

The weary warriors were pardoned. Hurriedly retreated to the palace, while Tutain was the last. Immediately, as soon as the guards had withdrawn, countless crossbows and magic bullets rained down on the walls of light with even greater recklessness: all of these attacks avoided the extraordinarily sturdy structure of the palace itself, and instead targeted the fragile additional protection. The wall of light flickered violently under the onslaught. It looks like it's only a matter of time before it collapses completely.

Tutin strode through the cloisters of the palace, the ground trembling beneath his feet from the occasional loud explosion. Judging by the sound of the explosions and the shaking around them, the attackers had used the more powerful city-breaking weapons - perhaps the part of the rebels that attacked the power node had already converged. Tutin grabbed a young hunter running by: "Where is Master White Fire?" ”

The young hunter had a look of horror in his eyes. Caught by Tuttamin, he almost screamed, and he gasped. Stammered: "Just ...... Just removed from the side wall defenses, resting in the inner sanctum. ”

Tutánin nodded calmly. He raised his legs and walked towards the inner sanctum, but before leaving, he suddenly turned around and called out to the young hunter just now: "Calm down, child, on the day you pick up the Holy Silver Equipment, you should not be afraid of dying in battle." ”

The young hunter looked at Tutain in a daze, and a smile on his face was more ugly than crying: "I'm not afraid of dying at the hands of demons, but those outside are ......"

"Go, hold the line," Tutin interrupted the young man, "and behind you are your brothers and sisters, who are still fighting with you more than those who have lost their minds. ”

Inner Sanctum.

As soon as he stepped into the place, Tutain felt a scorching heat rush from all directions, scorching his body and soul at the same time. He looked up and saw a silver-haired girl standing waist-high in a holy flame, the flames around the silver-haired girl were churning, and the silver-white sea of fire was spreading everywhere throughout the hall like a real existence, and like a spiritual illusion, but nothing in the palace was ignited by the holy flame except for the real and palpable scorching heat. Tutanin was stunned, ignoring the vast sea of fire, and strode forward: "The energy node of the West Tower has been lost. ”

"I know, I can feel it," the silver-haired girl turned, one of her hands pressed against her flank, there was a shocking wound there, but instead of blood, white flames flowed like a liquid, "the outer barrier must be about to break." ”

"How's the injury?" Tutin frowned, "I heard you've been attacked. ”

Bai Huo smiled indifferently, as if talking about other people's affairs: "That guy almost succeeded, if his spirit was a little tougher, he could withstand the pain of the Holy Flame burning body for half a second." ”

As she spoke, she removed the hand covering her flank, and could see that the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the self-healing ability was almost indistinguishable from that of a werewolf.

Boom -

Another explosion came from outside the palace, and the entire inner sanctum shook violently. Tutamin looked up at the dome structure of the main hall, and his tone was still calm: "It should last a few days, these buildings themselves are very difficult to destroy, after the outer barrier is broken, they can only send a small group of warriors to come in and fight us hand-to-hand, here are all good at melee combat." ”

"But there's no point in holding out for a few more days," Bai Huo shook his head, "should we consider closing the Tower of the Stars?" Or blow it up there......"

Tutain frowned, "Then we will lose the Holy Land forever, and this will not necessarily completely seal off this space - the Saints may have the means to reopen the Star Tower from within." ”

The two were silent for a moment, and as the white flames gradually recovered, the scorching fire in the inner sanctum gradually dissipated. Tutain broke the silence again: "Elder Hasselblad is probably still alive. ”

Bai Huo's eyes widened suddenly, and this news finally broke her indifferent attitude that she had maintained until now.

"The mentor is still alive? He ......"

"He was just taken away, but the saints shouldn't be so rash as to execute an elder-level demon hunter. According to information from other places, the rebels are more inclined to capture the elders alive, probably to some use," Tutain looked into the eyes of the white fire, "as I feared, the saints are not mad - or at least they are not completely insane, so they have tactics and some kind of goal, which will be more difficult to deal with." ”

Bai Huo's breathing became faintly rapid, and some small flames began to burst into the air around him.

"White Fire, there's a task that only you can accomplish," Tutin said suddenly, although he and White Fire are both "master" level witchers, but the two are very different in terms of seniority, and in the entire group of witchers, he is still considered to be the superior of White Fire, "Give such a thing to the countess." ”

As he spoke, he took out a delicate platinum locket from his body, and when he opened the platinum locket, there was a blood-red crystal inside.

"It's ......"

"What the elder Hasselblad left behind, it is said that the saint Bedolith gave it to him suddenly a month ago, and the saint left a sentence at that time: In case of emergency, this thing should be given to the countess. I think Bedolis is referring to the current situation. ”

"Countess......" Bai Huo felt a little overwhelmed at once, "You mean ......"

"There is only one ancient man in this world who can be called so by the saint Bedolius." (To be continued.) )