The magical duel that took place over the plains of Olympia didn't impress the people in the arena too much.

Compared to the looming crisis, no amount of grandeur can attract their attention.

Top floor of the tower.

Count Fastia held the deadly shadow, moving towards the nightmare little by little.

With each step, the scar left on his chest by the Shadow Sword widened a point, but Fastia remained stubborn and unwilling to let go.

"Your Majesty, it seems that your Holy Empire will not only lose an Emperor, but also take a Magister and a Sword Master at the same time. ”

Nightmare glanced at the Emperor and said lightly, "This should be the situation that the Dragon Lance Dynasty wants to see the most." ”

The emperor smiled slightly, unmoved, but the vicissitudes of life naturally revealed the majesty and bearing of the king.

"More than 1,700 years ago, my ancestor Emperor Jupiter raised troops in the southeast of the continent, at that time he only had a few thousand ordinary knights and a few mages, not even a single high-level knight, and the Dragon Lance Dynasty had more than twenty holy realm powerhouses at that time, nine archmages, the largest number of high-level knights and archmages, and the strength of all the other princes of the continent combined. ”

But now, a thousand years later, the greatest kingdom on the continent was founded by Jupiter the Great. ”

The Emperor recounted this glorious history flowing in the blood of the Gryffindel family in a plain but proud tone, "The reason why the empire can become an empire is never because of how many sword saints and mages we have, but because no matter when and where, we still have a yearning for light and a desire for order in our hearts, and the faith and pride formed by this bond is the reason why the empire is given the name of sacred." ”

"Great speech, Your Majesty. ”

"But if you really think that I'm going to be like a lot of people or those who are portrayed in the script, because you worship and move you at length, and give up the idea of killing you, then you are very wrong."

"For a bounty hunter, the character of the prey never needs to be considered, and if I kill a great man, I feel a stronger sense of accomplishment. ”

A grim smile appeared on the Legendary Slayer's face, "In Heaven, you can express your reverence for your ancestor to your heart's content. ”

Nightmare suddenly had an extra dagger in his hand, this time it was a real dagger, and with a wave of Nightmare's hand, the murder weapon turned into a swift afterimage and shot at the emperor's chest.

Fastia was shocked, let out a loud shout, let go of his hands and retreated sharply, pulling out the [Disillusionment] inserted on the ground, and at the last moment, the figure of the Sword Saint swept in front of the Emperor.

[Disillusionment] raised and flew the dagger, and the cyan demonic flame burned the dagger into a cloud of dust.

"You're too tender to keep me with this level of death, Fastia. ”

Nightmare taunted, and the Shadow Sword withdrew from his hand, "Now that you're seriously injured, how can you stop me?"

Count Fastia's face was pale, and his eyes burned with anger, he knew that Nightmare was telling the truth, and that the other party's experience in this area was indeed above his own, and he had calculated everything before he made a move.

"The best way to make your prey desperate is to give him a little hope first. Nightmare said leisurely, the shadow long sword was filled with a chilling silence sword intent, and black sword qi arcs continued to emerge in the air.

The guards' faces turned pale, and the hands holding the swords could not exert the slightest strength, and the nightmare sword intent eroded their bodies and wills.

Smelling the despair he was most familiar with, Nightmare raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction, the Shadow Sword held high, and he prepared to finish off his opponent with his strongest blow.

Countless ghostly sword qi surrounded Fastia and the Emperor from all directions, like a noose for the death of the messenger of the underworld.

[Shadow Kill], one of the strongest sword skills mastered by Nightmare.

After swinging the sword, the corner of Nightmare's eye suddenly caught a tiny crystal chip. Float past yourself.

The killer's heart moved, and he jerked back, seeing a crystal sword stabbing at him with a glittering brilliance.

Not good!

The longsword in Nightmare's hand twisted violently, and the shadow wrapped around Dawn's blade like a whip, swinging it away, and the shards from Dawn froze the floor behind him, failing to fall on top of him.

The magic of this assassin is not very strong, not even the Sanctuary, and what really makes the nightmare feel wary is the ability of the other party on the other side.

Even he couldn't detect the little guy's approach at the first time, which showed that the other party was very good at concealment, and was very familiar with some of the habits of high-level bounty hunters.

In other words, the young man in front of him is probably a bounty hunter just like himself.

Only bounty hunters know each other best.

With a missed sword, Constantine immediately stepped back, pulling out of position, not giving the shadow sword any space to counterattack.

The Nightmare was about to strike, but sensed a powerful divine power coming from the top of the tower.

Roland stood beside Count Fastia, chanting a sacred incantation, golden light pouring out of his hand, blocking the pervasive cold sword aura.

【Holy Guardian】

The divine spell is just right to restrain the shadow sword dominated by dark power.

Although his magic power is not as good as that of Nightmare, the advantage of his attributes makes it no problem for Roland to resist the powerful dark sword skill of [Shadow Kill].

The pitch-black sword light kept wandering outside the shield, trying to break the light released by the [Divine Guardian], and the divine light flickered and dimmed.

Fastia snorted coldly, and [Disillusionment] swung forward, and the surging cyan sword qi slashed the wandering black shadow.

The two Sanctuary swordsmen joined forces, and finally succeeded in breaking the Nightmare Killer Sword.

Seeing that his most proud sword skill was in vain, Nightmare's brow slowly furrowed, Fastia was no longer afraid, but with Roland, who was a paladin, it was different.

Not to mention that there was Constantine standing aside.

"This is the first time we've met, Nightmare Senpai!" Constantine said, holding up his crystal sword, "Hopefully it won't be the last." ”

The warning in the words is clear.

"I'm also very pleased to see that the guild has such an excellent newcomer as you, and as a former guild member. ”

Nightmare glanced at Constantine, "You're the Morning Star? ”

Constantine moved slowly and quietly, his inner vigilance stronger than ever, and his hand gripping his sword tighter than ever.

Long before he entered the Hunters' Guild, Nightmare was already one of the top three legendary killers, and it was something that Constantine never dared to imagine to face off against such a legendary old-timer.

It turned out that Nightmare's strength was even stronger than the legend, and under the gaze of him, Roland, and Fastia, Nightmare still did not show nervousness, at least on the surface, and his face was still that indifferent and calm expression.

"You three can't keep me. ”

Nightmare said in a confident tone, "Fastia has been seriously injured, and although you two are the best young people I have ever met, it is too early to defeat me now, give you another ten years, maybe you can try, but unfortunately, not now." ”

Roland responded lightly, "Practice brings true knowledge, whether you can win or not, you will only know after the fight." ”

"It's a good thing to know by doing, but in reality there is a cost. Nightmare said, "Do you have the consciousness to risk your life?" ”

"Besides, the biggest threat to you right now is not me. ”

In the distance, the sound of the earth trembling became clearer, and the terrifying coercion of the Abyss High Lord was approaching the arena.

"Count Count, leave it to us. Roland said, "You go and assist the Marshal, and you must not let that demon get close to the Colosseum." ”

With that, he chanted a spell and gathered divine power into Fastia, and blessed the Count with divine techniques such as [Blessing Technique], [Healing Technique], [Light Armor], and [Aura of Faith].

Fastia watched with some surprise as the holy light slowly emerging from his body, the scars left by the previous battle were now healing rapidly, and with the blessing of the divine power, his aura was stronger than before.

Seeing this scene, the vigilance in Nightmare's eyes became more and more intense.

"I'll leave it to you, protect Your Majesty. "Fastia immediately decided, with the skills of Nightmare, he was only being held back out of thin air, and now the first task is to defeat the demon.

The Count leapt from the top of the tower and ran towards the billowing smoke and dust in the distance.

A divine flame rose from Roland's hand, instantly condensing into a blade, and Constantine also raised his crystal sword, which exuded a lustrous sheen.

Two sword intents of different attributes pointed at the nightmare standing in the center of the tower at the same time.

"Your Excellency, please" Roland seemed to humbly pose the Divine Sword Style, but the sharpness in his tone did not diminish in the slightest.