Outside the stream of life and death, there are thousands of floating corpses.

"Hoo ......"

As if the dead leaves would never fall, falling down piece by piece, like the dead life that would eventually return to the earth, Enola, her cold eyes looked at the sky, and above the polar night sky as far as the eye could see, there was a magnificent castle.

…… Castlevania.

Enola looked fixedly at the castle of Castlevania, although she was almost exhausted, the scenery she saw with her eyes had begun to dissipate, the mud of the wetland extended to the stream of life and death for more than two hundred meters before gradually drying up, a ground of dead leaves and broken corpses, Enola sat in front of the broken tree stump, her hands limp and paralyzed at her side.

Enola's right wrist was filled with a rich bloody aura, and a mark on her right wrist emitted a blood-colored dark light, as if it had come to life, wriggling and twisting the blood-colored dark light.

Enola's left wrist did not make a single wave, and a dark vortex appeared on her wrist, with no traces of engraving, only the absolutely deep dark vortex, as if it had the power to engulf all light.

Two meters away from her, there was a naked corpse, broken in half from the waist up, as if torn out of the middle life by some extremely strong brute force, the corpse was empty above the neck, and the only remaining upper body was covered with twisted and destroyed injuries.

This horrible corpse could no longer be seen as a noble six-armed pure-blood demon, and its death was extremely miserable.

As for Enola, she's almost ......

The ultimate spell mark lodged on her right arm, Enola underestimated its power too much, and underestimated its evil soul power.

Although the spell mark was only one-third of the original creature's power, and this one-third was too much for Enola to bear, let alone ......

The black vortex on her left arm and wrist is another spell mark, and this black vortex is an extraordinary state of existence presented by the spell mark. It wasn't the ultimate spell mark that Enola was destined for, but it was brought out of the stream of life and death.

Relying on this black swirling spell mark, Enola was able to hold on until now, not dying under the "power of the demon king" of the red spell mark.

A good weapon can provide the owner with extraordinary combat power, but a weapon that is too powerful to control will surely die under its edge. Enola didn't have the power to harness this ultimate curse mark, in fact, no one could control this curse mark.

Enola's mission is simply to bring it back to Camelot.

Even if she dies because of it, she will not hesitate to do it. As long as she can contribute to the destruction of Castlevania in this life, including dedicating her own life and exhausting every cent of the value of heroic powerhouses, Enola is willing to give everything for it!

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is that there is no ideal to live, and to live in a muddy life, it is like walking with a corpse. Enola's ultimate ideal, she longed for the day when her soul returned to heaven, to hear the carnival of the people of Camelot.

As soon as she heard Camelot cheer out and the demons were all in ruin, Enola was confident that she would smile again.

She longed to hear the evil forces being driven out of the continent, to hear the shattering destruction of Castlevania.

A hundred flowers are blooming, the sun is shrouding the happy home, there are no demons, no fear, no darkness, even if the day comes, she is dead.

For this reason, even if she sacrifices her life in the form of a chess piece, she will bring the "power of the demon king" back to the holy city of Camelot.

The pain of the flesh, under the iron will that surpassed the limits of the flesh, the obstacle of pain was squeezed into the corner, Enola's face was indifferent and pale, her chest bulged, she lifted her breath forward, stood up from the ground with her arms propped up, her shoulders leaned against the trunk of the broken wood, her cold eyes as sharp as swords, and took a deep look at the main castle of Castlevania.

Shake and shake, although you may fall at any time.

Even though this place is still demon-controlled territory, there are still enemies who hunt wetland creatures everywhere, and Enola's coat is tattered, her body is unstable, and she is covered in blood...... But she looked at the road ahead without a tremble.

The strong willpower that transcended the limits of her physical body gave Enola the strength to get back on her feet.

What is Hero?

What is a hero-level powerhouse?

Even if the body dies and the soul is destroyed, the will will last forever!

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Coughing up a few mouthfuls of black-red blood clots, Enola grabbed her right wrist. She lowered her head and walked forward step by step, her eyes under the tips of her hair flashing with scarlet blood from time to time.

The strength of the "Demon King's Power" is too strong beyond common sense, and Enola has been deeply eroded by it at this time, whether it is physical or mental torture. Two malicious whispers reverberated in her mind, as if they were about to stain Enola's mind with filth and blood.

One comes from the final engraving "Demon King's Power".

One comes from her newly collected special spell sigil "Black Hole Bites".

Two diametrically opposed but equally vicious spell marks, their remnants of their thoughts, in the form of whispers, continued to attack Enola's will.

However, Enola gritted her teeth, and her eyes were bloody, and her will was unwavering!

Enola is not afraid of death, she is afraid that she will not be able to complete the task.

If these two powerful sigils don't bring back Camelot, she'll die.

The Stream of Life and Death is a forbidden place, an absolutely dark entrance to the sky, once you strayed into it, the end is definitely more terrible than a nightmare, so few demons are dangling near the entrance of the Stream of Life and Death, not only to prevent yourself from walking into it by mistake, but also to prevent being thrown into the stream of life and death by others.

Breaking into the absolute darkness of the stream of life and death, it is a horror that tortures the spiritual will more than death, and many demons who understand the stream of life and death would rather be killed than enter it. As a result, there are very few creatures roaming around the stream of life and death, and even wild animals are hard to see.

No one will approach this place without a special purpose. The six-armed pure-blood demon with a group of minions was confessed to Enola along with her minions, and the noble pure-blood demon not only did not get the spell mark she coveted, but instead lost her own life.

The six-armed demon who died was just one of the thousands of lives that fell, and even the wetlands outside the stream of life and death, separated by more than ten kilometers away, are also staging scenes of killing people and goods, harming others and benefiting themselves.

……

"Snort-"

The bright silver-plated dinner knife was pulled out of the neck of a strong man, and the knife stabbed out of the throat with a puff and spurted out blood, drenching Qiao Li's body. The bright red coat he was already wearing was even more bright red by the blood, and the white leather trousers were also stained with patches of blood.

Throwing away the frightened man in his hand, Jory held the knife, put his tongue out to his lips and licked it.

"Stinky, ......"

Spit out a mouthful of bloodshot saliva, and Jory wiped the blood from his face. Jory didn't use the power of the dead, his appearance was very normal at the moment, and if you didn't pay attention to the smell of blood on his body, it would make people think that Jory was still a normal human appearance.

…… It is because of his normal human appearance, without an inhuman image, that he has encountered obstacles again and again.

The closer it is to the image of a normal human being, the weaker such a person is in the cognition of the power of the demon, but the appearance is strong, hideous, and terrifying, and the inhuman body shape is a strong embodiment of the demon's identity.

So in the eyes of many people, Jory, who looks similar to a normal human, is weak.

So, there are a lot of strangers in his way.

Then, he killed a lot of people.

The appearance of the first blockers, Jory had a good idea in his heart, and did not kill them. Later, Jory found that his kindness not only did not impress these guys who picked soft persimmons, but the other party intensified.

The reality is that the weaker you are, the kinder you are, the more your enemies will gain an inch. In the peaceful world of science and technology in the past, it was not uncommon for people to make such inches, not to mention the continent of Aitharas, which was called "Heavenly Damnation"?

A world where demons are dancing wildly, and you expect a group of people to be touched by your kindness?

In the interpretation of the Bible, this type of person is the irreredeemable.

Later, when Jory saw these evil smiles appearing, he came around with a cruel smile, and looked at his strangers with a greedy smile, but anyone who dared to do anything to him, Jory treated them with only one word, kill.

Sorry, Jory is running out of patience.

Darkness in the heart is darkness, this hopeless world is not worthy of Jory's kindness.

"Hey, boy, dare to wander in the wild alone? Come here, brother......"

A small group of three or five simple split iron armor guards laughed heartily and stopped Qiao Li head-on. When they saw that Jory dared to walk in the wetland alone, they all showed a trace of vigilance, but when they saw that Jory was no different from a normal human, this trace of vigilance was put back into their stomachs.

Jory, whose hair was a little messy, stopped to look at the few people walking towards him in front of him, and at the evil man whose face was crawling with black lines.

The eerie black under the skin, the two rows of fine fangs exposed by the open lips, and the few people who walked towards Jory and spread out and closed around them, were obviously no longer ordinary human appearances. Compared with these creatures who may no longer be human, Jory, who is faintly surrounded by them, is like a pink little lamb.

The man with black lines on his face walked over and said with a satisfied smile: "Soul value, gold, obediently hand it over and I will spare you from death." ”

Seeing that he didn't have the slightest sincere smile, he deliberately said this idiotic-sounding sentence, which was clearly playing with Jory.

Jory pretended to be stunned, and asked in a light tone: "I handed it all over, do you really spare me not to die?" ”

The evil man who had already walked not far from Qiao Li was stunned when he heard this, as if he didn't expect that his words to tease this kid would be taken seriously by him, and then the man couldn't help but smile maliciously: "Of course it's true, I'm a good ......"

"Roar!!

The brilliant red soul light in Jory's eyes flashed away, and he opened his mouth suddenly, and the sound was like a lion tiger's impact.

The moment he opened his mouth, he saw a bundle of transparent shockwaves blasting straight forward, and the man in front of him was directly hit by this powerful shockwave, neither he nor his accomplices expected Jory's sudden attack, and the man didn't have time to take any precautions, and he was already bombarded upside down by the surging lion roar.

Jory, he still looked stunned as he believed it really was, and then his stupid face turned to the others, and he deftly pulled out a dinner knife from the backpack on his waist.

Holding the silver-plated dinner knife, Jory still had a stunned and stupid expression on his face, and he said to a few stunned roadblockers: "Hand over all the soul points and gold, and I will let you die." ”

Compassion, morality, Jory left these qualities in his hometown.

This "damned" world, the cursed world, does not deserve Jory's mercy.