At the same time, the upper district.

What the hell is this monster.

Dazzling sparks illuminated the darkness, red blood sprinkled on the earth, after withstanding a slash from the enemy, covering the wound in his chest and abdomen with one hand, Joshua O'Neill retreated like a frightened hamster, until the distance was temporarily stretched to a relatively safe range, and then he looked at the sword of love that had accompanied him through thirteen years of wind, frost, rain and snow with the afterglow of his eyes, and the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching slightly--just an instant, the iron sword Isfil turned out to be like this...... Curled the blade?

Are you kidding!

Isfil from the hand of Master Moffett is a real ancient quality, and it is not difficult to cut steel and iron under his full force, but just now this monster not only withstood his slash head-on, but also only relied on the armor on his body that wrapped his whole body like an insect, and the highest crystallization of human forging skills was damaged, this kind of defense beyond cognition is almost like launching some kind of defense specialization ability.

Is this guy really just a Chaos cultist?

Could it be...... Calamity incarnate, right?

Although the creature in front of him had the form of a human, the details were more close to non-human - there was a faint ominous aura, the armor of calamity that enveloped the whole body, the barbs of the elbows, knees, and even the head that looked amazingly long and sharp, and the mouthparts that seemed to grow on the helmet and closed like large scissors, from the appearance alone, it was not an easy object to provoke.

Really...... You should look a little more closely before sneaking up.

If you don't make a decision, you will be reckless or something—it's all heresy.

Thinking of this, the young Glory Man narrowed his eyes and cautiously stepped back a few more steps.

The all-out war with the Chaos Cultists began seven days ago, when the Parliament's bigwigs rarely gave up their prejudices against the Order, joined forces with the sword-wielding men, and fought a fierce battle against the Chaos Cult in front of the municipal building - but the outcome of the battle was unexpected, the dark cultists who had fled in the past gathered in one place in an extremely unusual way, and resolutely fought back with strong fighting enthusiasm, and the long-wanted dark wizard Alfred appeared with two unknown dark ministers to declare war on the entire upper district.

Joshua didn't know exactly how the battle would go, but he knew the outcome.

The three councillors, led by the Dawn Flame, were buried in the darkness, and one of the three great sword-bearers of the Order based in Hemtika fell directly, and the western suburbs that served as the battlefield were completely razed to the ground, erasing not only the three hundred and twenty-six nearby residents, but also thirty-two glorious ones, seventy-four sword-bearers, and the appearance of prosperity in Hemtika—the fate of the world took a turn for the worse at that moment, plague, death, and calamity...... All the malice in the world gushes out uncontrollably.

Greed overwhelms reason, desire infects will, and in just a few days, Hemtika seems to have become a hotbed of "evil", giving birth to something indescribable and terrible in the midst of extreme chaos and disorder.

For example –

Calamity incarnate.

It was an evil creature awakened from the darkness by some unknowable means by the Chaos Sect, perhaps because of the existence of a lack of ability, the Glory would not be helpless in the face of them, but in terms of the sense of oppression given in battle, each of them was not inferior to the High Demons, but the real reason for the change of color was not only this, but also in their terrifying number.

Ten, twenty?

No, more than anyone expected - there have been no less than twenty reports of sightings of different types of calamity avatars to date, and most of them are linked to the bloody numbers on the battle damage reports, and although it is not without a record of successful crusades, it is impossible to defeat an enemy of this level without the consciousness of sacrificing his life, ...... for him This is especially true of you.

The eyebrows fell deferentially, the bladed sword was clenched again, and Joshua O'Neill carefully kept his distance from the enemy.

He's not ready—

Not ready to bleed, not ready to ...... Facing death.

So, do you want to escape?

There is no possibility that he cannot escape, the pimple of armor in front of him armed to the teeth does not move fast, and with his foot strength, as long as he does not encounter accidents, it is almost impossible to be overtaken-but is it really so? Subtlely a little unwilling, he is not the Ulysses who turns his strategy into his mouth every day, but the arrogant O'Neils, in the eternal battlefield of order and chaos, how can he tolerate his cowardice to escape?

Moreover...... It's not like he's out of the cracks.

If the opponent has a strong defensive ability, then his ability will undoubtedly be able to play a decisive role - although there is a big gap in hard power, as long as you can use your own ability properly, victory or defeat will only exist in that insignificant blink of an eye.

Want to gamble?

The hesitation only existed for a moment, and the red eyes of the sword-wielding Glory suddenly shone brightly: what else to hesitate about? What else to hesitate about? Didn't he make a covenant with them a long time ago? Even if one of them was a bastard who could not see the dignity of the Glorious One at all, even if one of them had slept in a dream seven days ago that would never wake up again, the covenant that had been made was the covenant that had been made, and even if he risked his life, he had to practice it—this was his alone—the spell of victory!

In a trance, he seemed to see the girl's sweet smile.

In a trance, he seemed to see a friend who gave him a thumbs up.

"When things are not decided, there is a wave of recklessness. ”

Joshua O'Neill whispered his childhood vow to bring victory, and—

Stride forward!

Like the wind, like thunder, and like the colorful tiger patrolling the mountains and forests, it opened its sleepy eyes.

The boy began to gallop.

However, if the Glory's attack is as fierce as a storm, then the enemy is a mountain standing still in the wind, and it seems that he has extreme confidence in himself, and he does not make any action to meet it, but simply waves his arms.

"Buzz!"

Joshua felt as if he had been hit by a brute bull, the force of the sudden blow to the spine of the sword almost made him unable to hold the long sword in his hand, but this was not the end of the attack, and it was a little later, almost imperceptible, the sound of the atmosphere being torn apart by a simple and rough "tearing" sound, and—dizzying, disgusting retching...... Invisible fluctuations.

The young Gloryman stepped back half a position before he could regain his footing, the wound in his chest and abdomen aching, but at this moment he did not retreat, but at this moment, he did not retreat, and the fully curled sword in his hand slashed out a perfect arc, smashing into the thick armor of the enemy like a meteor falling from the sky.

"Ahh

Screaming with all his might, the boy pulled out a brilliant spark on the enemy's body again, and then ...... Again and again for nothing.

No, not for nothing - at least he got another wound.

The cry of power only strengthened the prestige, but in fact it still did not leave a trace on the ominous armor, on the contrary, because of the excessive attachment to strength, it was inevitable to lose flexibility, and the glorious one, immersed in cathartic pleasure, had no time to avoid another swing of the enemy—blood, and the red blood sprayed out from the shocking wound, leaving a strong mark on the bright silver armor.

But it's not enough.

The more enthusiastic and calm he is, for Joshua O'Neiens, there is only one chance to win, and all he can do is be as demanding as possible.

So—

Again!

Although there were many tactics he could choose from, and even quite a few options appeared in his mind at the moment of injury, for him, these were just inconsequential details, and all he needed to do was to give up useless thinking and go straight to it.

So...... He hated his abilities.

Phase ...... It's really bad.

Miscellaneous thoughts swept by, and the young man arched his injured body, and—

Turned into a bolt of lightning!

Rush!

The strength of the whole body condensed at one point, and the long sword that galloped with all its strength tore through the atmosphere and ignited the scorching wind and sand.

Here it is – the vow will win!

The red light in his eyes ignited the desire for victory, the long silver-white hair flew behind him with the howling wind, and the whole body required full dedication, and the Glory One forgot everything that had nothing to do with the battle at this moment, but simply held the purpose of penetrating the enemy, forward, forward, and forward!

Then, through!

When the armor and the long sword encountered, the terrifying force like the collision of heaven and earth made the young man's body stumble, and there was no time to confirm the results of the battle, he activated his ability.

Directional blasting.

The bloodstains stained on the armored man "lived" at this moment, as if they had some kind of will, and they were activated to the limit in less than a breath, and ushered in the most brilliant end.

An explosion ensued.

The flames engulfed the Calamity Armor in an instant.

Immediately after, the long sword sliced through the armor without any real feeling like cutting tofu.

He's dead...... When the smoke cleared, Joshua O'Neill let go of his discarded sword, and raised a frown: no, it should be said, it never really lived.

It's an empty piece of armor.

There was nothing inside.

"There's really no sense of victory," said the Glory One, who had won the final victory, slumped on the ground, skillfully treating his wounds with the bandages he carried, "and it always felt like he had just killed an empty shell." ”

At the last moment, it was clear to him that something had escaped from his sword.

What could it be?

Joshua O'Neill didn't know the answer to the question.

There was only one thing he knew, and that was ...... The war is far from over......

Nope-

It should be said that it has only just begun.

Far away, the man who knew the answer to the question suddenly stopped.

"Master Pandora?"

Alfred, the dark wizard, looked sideways at the girl who had not yet grown.

"The seeds of strife have returned," the petite girl with black hair and black eyes clutched her chest, frowning slightly, "It is difficult for this level of 'calamity' to deal with the current situation, but thanks to the spread of the 'Black Death', the accumulation of 'plague', 'death' and 'fear' has been completed, and all that is missing is a carrier - I need the corpse of the glorious." ”

With the innocent and willful tone unique to a little girl, she made a request.

The dark lords who seemed to have come out of the painting blinked, and then bowed to her like a gentleman: "If this is your will." ”

"And," the girl named Pandora restarted, and instructed the other Dark Lords who were by her side, "sow evil, spread panic, and make the world a little more lively, Raven—arrogant, jealous, angry, lazy, greedy, lustful, gluttonous, with our current strength, not enough to conquer the Temple of Hephaestus, and in order to fulfill the edict of the Demon Lord, I must awaken the 'Deadly Sin'." ”

"As you wish. "The black-haired, red-eyed crow spreads its wings and flies.

The girl with a perfect posture didn't care about the departure of the blackbird on her shoulder, but just hummed an unknown old nursery rhyme, and jumped up and down the empty wide street like a fairy in the night, but with a breeze blowing, she suddenly stopped her steps again, lifted her skirt and turned around, and bowed slightly towards the darkness not far away: "The war has just begun-"

"What do you think, Mr. Duke Goldsworthy. ”

A sweet, innocent smile appeared on her face, like a poppy flower.