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Hidden in the black flames that swept through the field, I crept up on the Inquisitor who controlled little Wami. This black fire comes from Anduriel, and Anduriel has long formed a flesh-and-blood connection with my soul, and the black fire not only does not block my vision, but becomes an extension of my perception, and I can clearly perceive every bit and every move of everyone in this black fire.

So I first found out that among the people present, in addition to a few people from the Dark Order, me and Old G, there was also a guy who had never appeared, he was lurking over there at the moment, behind Finreal, because he was afraid of the thunderball floating next to Finreal, he never moved.

I had looked there before, but I couldn't see anyone with my eyes.

Then I knew it must be the same assassin who had assassinated me during the day. It's just that now that his target is clearly Finreal, I won't expose him, and let him lurk like a rock, motionless.

Under the cover of the black fire, I slashed the inquisitor in two with a single sword, and took the unconscious little Wami from the saddle, and without me having to speak, the unicorn rushed headlong into the black fire and stopped beside me.

But the unicorn's movements, and the screams of the sudden choke-off, revealed my position, and before I could get on my horse, a long sword with a faint glow of the sun broke through the layers of black fire, stabbed in front of me, and plunged into my left shoulder without hindrance.

It just felt as if I had been hit by something, and then my left hand lost strength for a moment, and little Wami almost fell to the ground, but I twisted myself at the last moment and threw it into the unicorn's hanging basket.

"Run, run!" I only had time to give the unicorn such an order as I fell down.

The unicorn looked at me, stopped abruptly, and looked at me steadily.

The Frey, who walked in from the black flames in the Anduriel sky, said, "It seems that you are really restless. ”

As soon as he finished saying this, a sudden change occurred. At the position where Old G and Tramesino were fighting, the eggshell-shaped semi-circular black canopy was suddenly pierced by a golden sword light that pierced through the heavens and the earth, but then, this golden sword light was drowned out by a blue-white electric light.

I heard the roar of the old G, obviously lacking in qi, it should be injured.

My heart tightened, but before I could think of anything, I heard Finreal's terrifying roar, like a badly wounded arctic wolf!

Could it be that it was the counterattack of the old G when he was injured? or was it ......?

The black fire stretched out into the area, and I saw a figure flicker away beside Finreal.

At the moment when Finreal poured all his strength into sneaking up on Old G, the stealthy assassin seized this fleeting opportunity and attacked him.

Then I saw a series of trampled footprints appear in the grass in the distance, stretching straight into the distance.

Finreal let out a deep roar, and beside him, two crows of thunder and lightning suddenly appeared, and as soon as they took shape, they turned into two meteors and shot out, chasing in the direction of the assassin, and in just a breath, there was an angry roar from there.

When the crow flew back, it was carrying a piece of blood-stained blue cloth.

Tramesino gasped, but when he saw the blue cloth, he exclaimed: "It's a dark blue person...... Are you alright, Finreal?"

Fenreal covered his face with one hand, and when he heard Tramercino's voice, he slowly lowered that hand.

Even though it was so far away from the black flames, I could still see clearly, blood was oozing from Finreal's left eye socket, and a hideous knife wound was crossing his left cheek.

Frey, who was standing in front of me, suddenly gasped.

I don't know where the cold north wind blows, this weather, this wind should not be present in the interior of Calradia. The moment the wind blew up, Tramersino grabbed Finreal: "No...... You're too reluctant now!"

Finreal gently took Tramercino's hand and slowly broke it apart, inch by inch. A cold voice squeezed out from between his teeth: "Mortal...... It actually hurt the gods......"

Opposite Finreal, on the already charred black earth, suddenly loosened, and then I saw the bloodied old G struggling to stand up, his head was covered with grass and wood dust, he shook his head, and said, "Fin, ahem, Finreal, you actually did such a thing as a sneak attack, this is not your style at all, okay, you ......"

Old G suddenly stopped talking, he seemed to feel the weirdness of the weather, he stretched out his hand to test the direction of the wind in the air.

"North wind?" said Old G, puzzled, "in the interior of Calradia?"

He then looked at Finreal, and at this moment, Finreal's thunder and light were so dense that it was like a blue-white cocoon, and his whole person actually began to be suspended in the air.

And as if to echo his momentum at the moment, endless dark clouds surged into the sky at some point, covering the top of the head of this area tightly, and in the black and oppressive dark clouds, there were constantly flashes of purple-red lightning.

The north wind was fierce, and the tremendous wind pressure almost blew away the black flames of Anduriel.

"It's over...... Frey whispered, "it's a Doomsday Thunderstorm!" Finreal...... Stormed!" It seemed that in the fierce north wind, Frey's words were harsh no matter how whispered they were, and the dark clouds above his head suddenly cracked open, and a purple-red thunder light the size of a bucket carried the power of annihilation, and slashed down towards Frey with a bang.

Frey roared, threw the golden sword in his hand into the sky, and quickly rolled away to the side, and the thunder struck the golden sword with undoubted accuracy, slamming the sword deep into the ground, just beside me, forming a scorched black pit with a diameter of three or four meters.

It's just that the sword doesn't know what material it is, but it still shines under such a lightning strike, and there is no sign of damage.

But this was only a blow to the edge of the thunderstorm cloud, and more and more of the same thunderstorm cloud began to converge around Finreal, more and more, in a row, with no end in sight.

In the constantly flickering thunder, I saw a rare solemn expression on the blood-covered old G, and even a trace of hesitation or fear, he frowned and said, "Very powerful." But I've heard my master say that you lose as much as you gain, and that you have such a powerful power of destruction and destruction that it is far beyond the limits of what this world can accommodate, what will you lose because of this? Will you completely lose your combat effectiveness after using this time? Or will you simply die?"

The thunderstorm clouds in the sky paused for a moment, then became more stormy, and in the howling wind, I heard Finreal say, "Old G, do you know, the thing I regret most now is to stop Kells from killing you in the first place!"

After saying this, I saw the thunderclouds in the sky light up almost at the same time, illuminating this dark heaven and earth in a delicate light, and infinite purple-red thunder and lightning flashed straight down from the sky, densely packed, as if the whole sky was cracked.

All the thunder and lightning thundered down on the old G.

At the same time as the sky lit up, I heard a dull "bang", and then some chorus sounds like a hymn entered my ears, and in the outer layer of Old G's body, that exquisite set of armor instantly emitted an incomparably magnificent golden holy light, and countless runes formed a huge translucent golden shield, which was firmly blocked above Old G's head.

A flash of intense white light seemed to freeze the whole world.

When Finreal fell back to the ground with blood spurting blood, wisps of black smoke were rising from the crater-like crater, and there was no sound.

"...... Has it been killed?" asked Finreal, gasping, though he was trying to keep his voice calm, anyone could tell from his trembling tone that he was on the verge of running out of oil.

I suddenly wondered if the followers he controlled would suddenly have any bad thoughts in the face of such a weak Finreal.

But this was just my unrealistic fantasy, in fact, as soon as he landed, Heimdall leaned over and put his hands on his bloody back, and a soft golden halo immediately enveloped Finreal, and Fenreal's breath in the halo immediately subsided a lot.

Then there was Tramersino, the old man with a look of concern on his face, and took out some small blue pills from his bosom, stuffed them into Finreal's mouth one by one, and then took the water bladder and filled it.

When he lowered the water bladder, a hint of blood appeared on Finreal's face.

During the whole process, the big pit that suddenly appeared in the previous position of the old G, and there was no movement in it.

I felt that my world was all still, and when I saw the chaos over there, I seemed to have completely become a perspective parallel to this world, and the feeling of life and death was terrible.

I struggled to climb over the edge of the arched pit, only to see that the dirt inside had turned a crystal clear glaze, as if the dirt had been crystallized by the terrible thunderstorm. At the bottom of the pit was a black, charcoal-like mass that could not be seen in its original form.

No, it's just coke?

A very strange feeling suddenly welled up in my heart, it seemed to be sadness, and it seemed to be mourning, and even my nose began to sour, and I almost cried, but why? Half a day ago, I was still enemies of life and death with this man who was bombarded to charcoal, and just after half a day, I was actually grieving for his death?

It's not scientific, it's too unscientific, the question I should be thinking about now should be the question of what I should do after the old G dies, not these boring inexplicable sentimentality!

But why can't I help but blur in my eyes?

I brushed my head, trying to get the negativity out of my head, but suddenly I heard a slight moan from under the pile of coke.

My eyes immediately widened, wouldn't I, under such a lightning strike, I wasn't even dead?!

The pile of coke suddenly collapsed out of thin air, and I saw that in the depths of the pit, the old G, whose armor was blackened and torn, was covered in blood, but he struggled to stand up. He shook his head and looked up just in time to see my eyes.

Then I saw Old G smiling at me, and his body floated up the edge of the pit like a cloud.

"Hey, Finreal!" Old G grinned, though the laughter sounded weak.

He said, "Under one blow, I lose my combat effectiveness first." Is this the weakness of your move? If you can't defeat the enemy with one blow, you can only be slaughtered by others?"

I stood on the side of the old G, and clearly saw that when the old G was crossing his waist and saying this arrogantly, behind his back, the previous shiny armor was almost completely damaged and peeled off, and there were large burn wounds, and blood could not stop pouring out.

In fact, the old G is also on the verge of running out of oil, and all this is just made for Tramercino to see.

But isn't he afraid that I will pierce him with a word next to him?

Over there, Tracino's face hidden under his gray hair was cloudy, he slowly stood up, more black mist emanated from his body, and he said coldly: "Old G, the heir of the Holy King Leon." You're really good, a year ago you were a little-known person, and in the blink of an eye, you were able to compete with Finreal. I don't believe you're as innocent as you appear, I guess you're one step away from falling. ”

Old G pursed his lips, waved his sword very easily, and said, "If you don't believe it, you can come up and try it yourself." ”

After saying this, Lao G pulled a sword flower and put on a posture to meet the enemy. At the same time, the voice of the old G suddenly sounded very strangely in my ears, as if it was speaking next to my ear.

He said: "I'm too injured to be their opponent, and when I get Tramercino's attention, you run away immediately, as far as you can." ”

I looked at old G, my mouth moved, why did he do this?

As if hearing the thoughts in my heart, the corners of Old G's mouth smiled, and the voice continued to whisper: "No, you just let me go crazy once, like the first time I saw you, believe that you are a good person." ”

I seem to have been stabbed in the heart by something, believe that I am a good person? I almost shouted out in my mouth, then why did you make such a vicious blood pact against me, why did you kill my brother Caesar? Why did you send a killer to assassinate my brother in Banbu Mountain?

But before I could ask, Old G suddenly roared, carrying a magnificent golden holy light, and rushed straight towards Tramesino in the billowing black mist.

I hesitated for a second, and in the middle of that moment, the unicorn came to me with the unconscious little Vami and arched his head to try to get me on its back, where the three legions, Heimdall, were healing Finreal with his golden halo, Frey was empty-handed, his sword was still in the pit, and he was staring at me with a wry smile and a wry brow, and Vader, who had untied the greatsword from his back, his eyes swept over me and Old G.

And in this second, Old G's golden holy light had collided with Tramercino's black mist.

That golden holy light, like an indestructible divine lightning, sliced the black mist surging in front of him to both sides like slicing tofu, and the fierce wind blew those lifeless black mist out in all directions.

But that golden light is also weakening at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, the brightness has been weakened by half, looking at the trend, before it pierces the core of the black mist, it will be completely swallowed by the black mist.

And at that time, if I wanted to escape, I would have no chance.

I touched the knife on my waist, looked back at the unicorn behind me with anticipation, and suddenly gritted my teeth and turned over and stepped onto the unicorn.

But instead of fleeing backwards, I swung Anduriel and rushed into the depths of the black mist, which ignited a raging black flame in the sky.

No why, I just don't want to owe it to other people's handouts, especially old G.

As soon as I made a move, Vader roared wildly, swung his giant sword from afar, and slashed in my direction, and in an instant, the flying grass in front of him was cut through the air, and a huge translucent wind blade slashed towards me, and the fierce wind pressure avoided the flying dust in the sky.

I pressed it against the crystal ball.

"Dragon's roar?"

A distorted and condensed mass of air erupted and collided with Vader's slashing blade, and the air flow over there exploded, exploding a series of milky white air waves.

I didn't look in Vader's direction again, and the unicorn's speed increased for a moment, like a twinkling meteor, crashing headlong into the black mist.

As soon as I crashed into the black mist, I completely lost my vision, and I could only vaguely see things within two meters, and I saw the transparent shield around the unicorn squeaking, and it was quickly corroded by the black mist, and the soul in the crystal ball passed quickly, turning into the support of the shield, and it was quickly corroded by the black mist, and soon, the soul accumulated in the crystal ball was only enough for me to hold on in the black fog for five seconds.

But at this time, I saw an already faint golden light flash into my sight, it was old G, just two meters in front of me.

The unicorn hissed, and with an acceleration, enveloping him in the protective realm of the shield as well.

I only had time to take a quick look at him, the old G at this moment described it as extremely miserable, the armor of the light had been completely damaged, and there were few fragments left on his body, but the long sword in his hand still exuded a faint golden light, the whole person looked tired and weak, and several wounds on his body were oozing deep black blood.

I said, "Can it still be supported?"

Old G said: "No problem, but now we can't get out!"

As he spoke, the soul in the crystal ball was completely depleted, and the shield around the unicorn was like boiling water splashed on the heavy snow, and it was eroded away in an instant, and a thick black mist poured in from the broken mouth, enveloping us in it at once.