In the vast snow, the two "aliens" with superior combat power confronted each other, brewing the next wave of offensives. Claude and the others stared at them intently, and the tense atmosphere even made them forget to breathe. The snowflakes forgot to slip down, and the ends of their hair had long since melted and turned into ice.

The blade in Evelyn's hand shone with scarlet blood, and the bright red of the ground touched by the tip of the sword was like a bloodstain, eroding the territory that originally belonged to the gray-black glacier.

Blood magic. The power of the sacrificial force. This force is no stranger to Saqqara. This is the method that Della is used to, the power of magic that she is most proud of.

Saqqara doesn't know who Evelyn is, but she knows if she's a light elf. Cana hated this power and called it ominous. However, the red-haired elf in front of him was clearly familiar with this power.

"Interesting, a contest between two similar forces. Saqqara laughed.

Evelyn also sneered, and the murderous aura in her eyes was unprecedentedly clear. That kind of cold eyes even if it was fierce and vicious, she didn't hide it in front of the candidates for the successor of the Glory Temple.

"It's funny. Saqqara couldn't help but sigh.

Claude and Lucian were both fascinated by God, and they couldn't tell what kind of power was the power of an elven magician, at least now the elf in front of her, who thought she knew all too well, was showing a magic that was completely different from Lonai's.

The bone-chilling cold was so strange that it swallowed all life like a whirlpool.

Sakara raised her right hand and gathered several black qi again, as if she was waiting for the other party's next move as if she had no fear.

"I'm curious, what should you sacrifice with this power?"

Saqqara thought that this desolate place was lifeless, and presumably the elf on the other side would not draw the essence blood from them when he came to save these three people, and the power of sacrifice would be greatly reduced without the support of the essence blood. On her own, the destruction of her body and the power of Della's dark magic at the mercy of her own power came from the darkness. The Northland is undoubtedly the most distant force from the light in the entire Eastern Continent, and the snow all day long, the clouds that do not disperse, and the long dark nights are all factors that make her extremely powerful.

Evelyn was not distracted by Saqara's judgment, her gaze was unwavering on the figurative spirit in front of her. Her expression did not reveal the slightest trace of her heart, it was simply bottomless.

Fear?Saqqara found no trace of Evelyn, but she wasn't disappointed. If you just use this to disrupt your opponent, it will be too unchallenging.

"I've been asleep for a thousand years, and it's been a long time since I've had such a passion. Make a move! Let me see how strong you are!" Saqqara shouted, his sword-wielding right hand pointed at the tip of Evelyn's nose.

Evelyn smiled indifferently and said lightly: "I have been sleeping for a thousand years? ”

In an instant, the blood was in full bloom, and the blood-colored mist emanated from under her skin until it enveloped her whole body. Through that blood light, Evelyn seemed to be wearing a devil's mask, the black and red mist stretched to the back of her head like an eyeshadow in her bird's nest, and her originally bright red hair was now dancing like blood in the air!

"W-What is this?!" Claude exclaimed. He couldn't believe the character he saw in front of him was Evelyn, the female elf with a gentle smile.

This is clearly a fight between two demons, and unfortunately, they both became witnesses to this battle.

"Protect yourself!" Sivir hurriedly reminded, "Their strength is too strong, so stay away, those two forces ...... It's too evil!"

Sivir motioned for Claude and Lucian to retreat. When Evelyn first joined the encounter, Sivir thought of escaping and reaching the waypoint to return to Queen's City. Only the teleportation point had already been destroyed by Saqqara, and even caused an avalanche. In desperation, the elf who opened the portal was their only chance to escape the Northlands.

"Hmph, they're all aggressive guys!" Sivir sighed to himself. Evelyn had such an indestructible desire to fight in such a situation, and with her abilities, it shouldn't be a problem to stop Saqqara's attack while passing through the portal.

Staying and doing the job is an incomprehensible decision.

"That's it, that's it, that's it!hahahahaha......haha

"Hey, Elf, what's your name? It's the first time I've faced an opponent like this!"

"Death. Evelyn's voice was unusually gloomy, like thunder in the sky, rumbling in her ears.

The second battle between the scarlet blood and the black mist began, and the elf shrouded in the blood mist attacked like lightning, until she had a sword and slashed the black sword in Saqqara's hand with a loud bang, and Claude was about to realize that Evelyn was no longer there.

Saqqara was also extremely surprised by such power, but before he could be defeated, the next attack of the Scarlet Elf followed. Saqara's reaction was by no means idle, his left hand was almost subconsciously waved, and the black qi in his hand shot out like an arrow, and disappeared into the air after colliding with the blood mist.

Evelyn's offensive continued like a tidal wave, and Saqqara had no room to smile. Demon Swordsman, a high-level combat force that rose to prominence in the Second Age. Possessing the ability of a magician to control magic and possessing the excellent hand-to-hand combat ability of a swordsman, he can be called a "magic swordsman" by combining the two.

"Oh, what a true magic swordsman!" Sakara thought to himself.

Only the near-non-existent distraction, a bloody light slashed across her face like a thorn, and the spirit body was also pierced, and after a dull flash, a dark purple netherworld qi slowly leaked out of the opening.

Seeing this, Evelyn's attack was even more swift. She noticed the change in Saqqara's expression at that moment, a look of surprise and then nervousness. This suggests that the undead are not immortal, at least not immune to her blood magic.

This has also just been confirmed by Saqqara. She had imagined taking the initiative to eat the opponent's attack to judge the damage of blood magic based on this, and in the end, she still received the attack in this form, and there was a possibility that she was afraid of being hit hard by a blow of blood magic.

Evelyn was right in her judgment, Saqqara's presence was not invincible. The converging armor serves as a "container" to frame the spirit, which ensures the existence of the body. Wherever the armor was broken, there was netherworld qi overflowing outward. Of course, there is also the possibility that this illusion is wrong, but this possibility has just been denied.

Evelyn's attack behind her was more purposeful - the armor that wrapped around Saqqara's body.

Sakara barely resisted her opponent's almost frantic attacks with her broken sword in hand, and she tried countless times to find an opportunity to refine the black sword again, but as soon as she recharged her strength, there was always blood stabbing her. In order to escape, the only way is to give up.

"Blood sacrifices, assassinations. ”

Evelyn struck Saqqara in the chest, and as the latter staggered back a few steps, the former gracefully retreated by inertia and stood upright in front of him with his sword in both hands.

The red blade covered half of her face, and her left hand slowly slashed across the blade, blood flowing slowly down the starry peak.

"Maniac!"

Sakara hurriedly stood firm, the scene in front of her was all too familiar, it was a necessary condition for triggering the power of blood sacrifice, but no one would use their own essence blood as a sacrifice. That kind of endless consumption is undoubtedly playing with fire and self-immolation.

Saqqara's right hand held half of the broken sword hanging to his side, and with the other hand, he transferred the converging black qi to the broken sword.

The Starlight Sword devoured blood, and the blood mist on Evelyn's body began to shift towards the blade.

The black sword in Sakara's hand grew rapidly under the black qi, and she gripped the hilt tightly with both hands as the broken blade was fully restored. The next offensive will not be light.

Blood Sacrifice!

Evelyn let out a loud roar, and her body turned into a red light under the guidance of the Starlight Sword, and the figure was still stuck in place, and even the human sword had penetrated Saqara's body. In this way, a full seven red rays of light passed through Saqqara.

At that moment, Claude and the others clearly saw eight figures surrounding Saqqara in different sword-holding postures, as if time and space had stood still.

"Uh...... Wow!"

Evelyn held the sword in her backhand, and at the moment when the tip of the sword just touched the ground, she seemed to have been hit hard, and her body collapsed uncontrollably. She tried her best to support it, using the Astrabul Sword as a fulcrum, and knelt on one knee. A mouthful of blood came out.

"Evelyn!" Claude exclaimed eagerly.

Evelyn had returned to her former form, and there was little of the blood-colored mist left above the blade. She turned her head away with some struggle, and Saqqara was still standing there, not saying a word.

"Hey, don't go over!"

Sivir was reeling from Evelyn's onslaught, and was about to stop the anxious teenager beside him, when Claude ran to Evelyn. To him, no matter how terrifying Evelyn's appearance was, he believed in her unconditionally.

"It's okay. Evelyn said softly.

Claude could clearly see the blood remaining on the corners of Evelyn's mouth, beads of sweat on her head, and even bloodshot eyes.

Kerra!

"Be careful!"

Seeing that Saqqara's body trembled violently, Sivir hurriedly said.

Evelyn didn't care, she comforted Claude again, "It's okay. ”

Kela, Kela!

The "body" was only a hollow shell, and after a few flashes of red light, foul gas came out of the cracks in the armor like smoke and dust.

Then, the armor, which had lost its support, shattered and fell.