This sword.

Wilson stared at the red and black antique dagger in the Gloryman's hand, and it was hard to imagine that such an inconspicuous weapon could burst out with such terrifying power, leaving the nightmare that had lingered in the lower districts for nearly a hundred years to go to the end of his destiny without any power to fight back.

Is it a relic of the truth-seeking madmen of the pre-ancient kings?

No, not really.

Although alchemists can use the remains of demons to make all kinds of incredible alchemy items, even the great alchemists who are on the side of truth cannot create a blade of direct death that can directly erase the high-level demons with immortal bodies from the root - there is no Shengke on the ability, and there is no special ability attached to the blade, just a simple and clean sword, but under this sword, not only the fog of the murderer dissipates without resistance, but even his atmospheric control is shattered like glass.

If you want to describe it, it is probably the earth meets the stone, the water meets the ice, and in the face of some higher force, whether it is his ability or the talent of the murderer, it is directly rejected from the source.

This power ...... The Chosen One?

The young man of the House of the Lost narrowed his eyes, and in retrospect, the Ignati guy seemed to know something, and he had looked at Amy Ulysses differently from the beginning, and since the boy had set foot in the lower districts, he had ordered himself to approach the fallen Descendant of Glory, and even went so far as to break his usual secretive habits and personally receive the unknown man.

Ulysses, a seemingly ordinary surname, definitely hides a very terrible secret.

But...... What does it have to do with him?

What he had to do was never to find secrets, nor to escape with his life, but to ...... Create opportunities.

Thanks to the Glory One and his unkind female companion, he was able to earn a little respite from the killer's hunt and invoke Obadiah's name—the strange from the depths of the night that had hidden in the cracks of the world before he was forced by the killer to unleash the dragon's hole cards.

He could get out of this death match at any time, if he wanted to.

It's just that since he has made an oath in the name of his father, he has no intention of backing down. After all...... He also had the surname Ferdinand.

And now, without the shackles of the oath, he can withdraw from the battle at any time and get out of this senseless battle.

But crises have always been relative, and both Amy Ulysses and the sword-wielder beside him are valuable combat powers, and the Dark Guild has already proved with its own demise that it is not difficult to change the structure of the Upper Regions if it can be harnessed well.

Although he doesn't have much sense of belonging to the House of the Lost, he has lived in a place for more than ten years, and it is impossible to say that he has no feelings at all, and he finally wants to do something for this place where he was born and raised - especially now that the situation is not peaceful, since the end of the Dark Guild, the once stable tripartite system of checks and balances has completely collapsed, judging from the information transmitted by the intelligence officers, Emperor Michelangelo and the mask seem to intend to make the lower districts belong to one voice - and this undoubtedly means the arrival of a life-and-death struggle.

It is true that Ignati, a traveler who has returned from the darkness, is the ceiling of combat power in the lower districts and even in the entire Hemtica, even if the foggy night murderer who once shocked an era and the mysterious King of Shadows are also afraid, but he is finally old, his physical functions have deteriorated greatly, and his ability control is far less handy than before, and he may still be able to retain the title of the strongest, but he is no longer invincible after all.

The death of the Misty Night Killer was an out-and-out good thing for him, which not only meant that he was forced to accept that the shame of his demon part was washed away, but also that it meant ...... The possibility of Michelangelo's attack on the House of the Lost has become less - although he is reluctant to admit it, but regardless of Ignati, in terms of conventional combat power alone, the House of the Lost who pursues secrecy is not at the same level as the dominant person on the surface of the lower districts, and once the conflict breaks out, even if it can really be won, it must be a crushing victory without a winner.

In order to eliminate this war, another fuse that induces the war - the mask, must die!

Unlike the Glory, who has no idea about the division of power in the lower districts, Wilson is very aware of the horror of this Lord of Shadows, if Ignati is regarded as the ultimate force of the Lost Family, and the Misty Night Killer is regarded as the ultimate weapon of the Dark Guild, then the mask is the strongest blade that Michelangelo can become the emperor!

He alone may not be able to shake the status of this King of Shadows at all.

So—

He needed Amy Ulysses' help.

The former intelligence merchant did not love war, even if the short sword in the boy's hand looked plain, but the young man who had seen its fierce nature did not dare to have the slightest carelessness - he fought and retreated, and the dragon-like body gave him stronger strength and faster speed than the boy, even if he was slightly lacking in combat skills and combat experience, it should be his advantage if he fought head-on.

It's just that Wilson doesn't seek victory, and he doesn't want to defeat or kill the teenager in front of him.

His style of play is quite conservative, like a stinky and hard old turtle that makes people unable to start, coupled with the escape doctrine of fighting and retreating, there are actually a few rounds of real hard-hitting fights, often just symbolic collisions of weapons after a few times before withdrawing, starting a new round of pursuit.

It's almost there......

I don't know what's going on with Simon.

Out of the corner of his eye, Wilson's mind swept over the lush woods, and Wilson's mind couldn't help but pass a little distraction.

On the other side, Amy Ulysses, who was right behind the dragons, also noticed that something was wrong.

- Here...... Is it Paul's mansion?

The Glory One subconsciously narrowed his eyes.

He is not a reckless person, he has long been aware of the anomalies revealed by the intelligence merchant in battle, but many times just knowing it does not mean anything, and any changes and actions he makes are meaningless in the absence of clearer and more intuitive information.

He was waiting, waiting for the moment when the other party would see him.

And now, it seems, it's coming?

But it didn't matter—he couldn't escape.

As the incarnation of the dragon that stands at the top even in mythology, the dragon's beak is undoubtedly powerful, not only the physical fitness has been strengthened in all directions, but the whole body is covered with scale armor that is difficult to be injured by swords. Regardless of the aspect and possible constraints, the usefulness of this ability is far higher than the atomization of the murderer and the pressurization of the sword-wielder, and can be above it, only the pupil of truth and the harbinger of death, even the dark wizard Alfred, who almost drove him to a real death, can hardly be compared with only a single power.

But who gave him such an unreasonable ability as a precursor of death? The precious life of many people is a bargaining chip that can be weighed on the scales of victory and defeat for him - from the very beginning, this battle is not fair at all.

What's more, fighting has always been a matter of life and death, and there is no fairness.

The Glorious One half-squinted, Sen Ran's killing intent was well concealed, carefully and cautiously looking for an opportunity to kill with one blow, but as he expected, the intelligence merchant who witnessed the murderer coming to an end did not leave him even the slightest opportunity to take advantage of.

Fight and retreat, retreat and fight, like a swimming fish churning in the waves, avoiding possible dangers.

Amy Ulysses was not discouraged, the dragonman's plight had long been expected by him, and he could not assassinate him with a short sword by surprise, and the chances of subsequent victory were slim - but not impossible, after all, he was not fighting alone.

Mia, the sword-wielder, will not be defeated by the rejection of the mere reaction—underneath that cold countenance, the girl has a heart as hot as a volcano.

She'll come.

The boy was so sure.

This is not blind obedience or blind faith, but only based on the most basic trust in the partner who can be entrusted with the back.

Time has always passed so long in the wait, and before today, the Glory and the Intelligence Merchant may have no grudges, and even a little friendship, but at the moment, Amy Ulysses has no reason to show mercy to his subordinates - not to mention the innate enmity between the High Demon and the People of Order, and in terms of stakes, he can't let go of this guy who is hostile to him and knows his hole cards.

So, now, kill him.

His gaze swept over the girl with a slightly soothed face not far away, and the Glory One took a deep breath.

Subsequently—

"Westeria Solin!"

With the sacrifice of the blood of the ancestors at the beginning of the inheritance to the beginning of the order, the sword of light and flame that had once cut through the darkness was once again held in his hand, and before the sound fell, his body had already leaned forward, and with a simple sweep, the long sword slashed through the atmosphere, setting off a monstrous heat wave.

But no matter how big the momentum is, it is in vain to fail to hit the enemy.

Wilson never let his guard down, and when the boy lit the flame, he didn't hesitate, didn't hesitate, and didn't pay attention to any demeanor, his body naturally curled up into a ball, and rolled to the ground, quite lightly avoiding the mighty attack of Ulysses.

Not bad reaction.

The Glory One made a judgment in his heart, did not pursue, but just watched the dragon-humanized intelligence merchant go away, and then extinguished the sword of light and flame that was sipping blood in his hand, and spat out a heavy breath of turbidity.

But—

He looked away at the sword-wielder not far away, at the silver-white cross in her hand, and at her delicate hands falling with a restless atmosphere.

Sorry, this path leads to the Nine Levels of Hell.

And Wilson, who had finally gotten up from the ground, also felt the approach of the crisis at this time, and he was quite impressed by the girl's previous sword that poked a hole in the clouds, although he did not expect that she would recover from the backlash and join forces with Ulysses, but he never expected that it would come so quickly, so quickly, and so inappropriately.

That's right, out of place.

Compared to the unpredictable wind of madness, which is undoubtedly more dangerous than the Glory One's sword of light and flame that is enough to kill the murderous ghost under the fog with one blow, even if there is a faint guess about the existence of the sword wielder, there is nothing to hesitate or choose before the life and death crisis, you can only look at the present first, and then think about the long term.

And now, the time has clearly come to pay the price.

The intelligence merchant thought a little bitterly, but he was not too pessimistic, compared to the unknowable terrible light, although the wind controlled by the girl was equally amazing, but at least it was understandable and acceptable, with the two abilities of atmospheric control and dragon humanization, he was sure that he could survive the raging wind relatively intact, at most he would suffer a little and suffer a little flesh injury.

That's what he thinks, and that's what he does.

- Atmospheric control.

At the first moment of the approaching crisis, he unleashed his abilities.

Although it is named in the name of atmospheric control, but this is more of a good expectation for themselves, at this stage, in addition to creating a vacuum area, at most can only interfere with the atmosphere to a certain extent, in the face of the imminent frenzied wind, the influence that can be exerted is only a little, almost at the same time as the ability to take effect, the wind tornado wrapped in a large amount of sand and soil will engulf it, roaring forward, smashing dozens of thick trees in a row, before gradually subsided.

But that's about it.

The protection brought by the dragon's humanization is more powerful than he expected, although the wood chips and gravel under the high-speed movement are not small, but after all, they are not comparable to the scimitar of the murderer, and they do not break through the defenses of his body at all, the only thing that makes him feel troublesome is the lack of balance of his body - Ulysses, who has had the same experience once, can very well understand this feeling, in his words it is very simple and vivid, like being thrown into a washing machine, centrifuge and rolled out a few times, even if nothing happens, the whole person will be dizzy and unable to find the north.

Of course, what exactly are washing machines and centrifuges?

Wilson naturally didn't know how the Glory Man had felt, and he didn't expect such a situation in advance, so he shook his head for a while before he got up from the ground, but before he could find his way...... The already vague horizon was soaked in a dazzling flame of light.

Worst!

Even though he was not yet conscious, the dragonman instinctively sensed the danger approaching, and without the slightest hesitation, he fell to the ground with a sharp back, the touch of his head colliding with a hard object made him regain a little consciousness, and just in time for the next blow to contact Obadiah's castle, crushing the transparent orb in his hand, calling the name of the demon.

"Obadiah—"

He said, and then the flames that ignited out of thin air were like a bloody mouth, engulfing it completely.

About three-thousandths of a second late, the Sword of Light and Fire slashed into nothingness.

"It's gone. ”

The Glory One looked around, remembering the last thing he had seen, his dark pupils full of surprise, but he finally made a final confirmation in the affirmative.

"—no, it's gone. ”