By the light of the staff of Rodres, Calamon saw the man's pale, grief-stricken face distorted with pain.

"Angela," he whispered, spreading his hands, "can you forgive me?"

Except for the sound of the water, there was silence everywhere, and the droplets of water kept falling from the rocks, as if they had never changed since time immemorial.

"Brother, there is nothing to forgive between us. ”

Angela's image welcomes with open hands, her weather-beaten face filled with calm and love.

Berclere let out a senseless roar and happily threw herself on her sister's hands.

Calamon blinked, taken aback. The image was gone.

He was astonished to see the Eternal Man pounce on the pillar so violently that his muscles were cut by the sharp edges of the pillar.

His last voice was a scream, with a triumphant pride in it.

Berclery's body twitched incessantly. The dark red blood overshadowed the gems, making them no longer shiny.

"Beclaire, you've failed. Nothing!

Calamon roared hoarsely and pounced on the dying man, who knew that there was no way that Becleral would die.

It's crazy! He wants to - Calamon pause.

The rocks around him began to shake. The floor shook under his feet.

The black water stopped flowing and suddenly became sluggish.

He could hear the dragonman behind him shouting alertly.

Calamon looked at Belclery, who collapsed on the pillar. The body twitched slightly, as if exhaling its last breath.

And then he didn't move. For a moment, two shaky images appeared inside the pillar. And then it was gone.

The eternal man died.

Robert looked up just in time to see a goblin raise his spear, ready to stab him in the air.

He quickly rolled over, grabbed the goblin's boots, and pulled him to the ground.

This time, another goblin in a different uniform smashed his head with a mace.

Robert hurriedly stood up. He's got to get out of here! He's got to find Lorana.

A dragonman rushed at him, and he impatiently drew his sword into his body, just before the corpse turned to stone!

I remembered to draw my sword. Then he heard a voice shouting his name, and he turned to see Ser Souths standing beside Ella, his skeletal soldiers surrounding him.

Ella looked at Robert hatefully, and she pointed at him.

Sir Souths gestured and sent his skeletal soldiers to rush down from the platform, like a wave of death, destroying everything that passed in his path.

Robert turned around and was about to flee, only to find himself trapped in the crowd.

He pushed frantically, and could feel the cold murderous aura getting closer and closer. The panic almost made him lose his mind.

Then, there was a crackling sound. The floor began to shake beneath his feet.

The people around him stopped fighting and tried to stand their feet.

Robert looked around confused, not knowing what was going on.

A large, tile-covered stone fell from the top and smashed right on a group of dragonmen, who fled in panic.

Then another piece, another piece. Torches fall from the walls,

The candle fell to the ground and was tempered by its own wax. The shaking of the ground became more and more violent.

Robert saw that even the skeleton warriors had stopped, and his fiery eyes looked at their leader in fear.

The floor beneath his feet suddenly collapsed. Robert clung to a pillar and looked around curiously.

Then the darkness pressed down on him like a tangible weight.

He betrayed me!

The anger that followed the darkness danced in Robert's head, and the anger and fear almost split his head.

He clutched his head in pain and screamed. When Taxis realizes her danger and tries to prevent the door from shut, the darkness grows thicker.

Her massive dark form extinguished every flame. The wings of darkness descended on this great hall.

The dragonmen around Robert staggered through the darkness.

Their chief's voice rang out from all around, trying to suppress the chaos, trying to stop the panic that the soldiers felt as they felt the darkness fade away.

Robert listened to Ella's angry shouting, and then abruptly interrupted.

There was a terrifying, violent crash, and Robert's first thought was that the whole building seemed to be collapsing.

"Lorana!" roberts yelled.

Struggling to stand up straight, he walked unsteadily, only to be knocked to the floor by panicked dragonman soldiers—weapons clashing against each other.

He could hear Ella's voice reappearing, ordering her men.

Robert helplessly tried to get back on his feet. His arm was in great pain.

He angrily dodged the sword that slashed at him in the darkness, and kicked at his attackers with all his strength.

Then, a loud bang brought all the fighting to a halt.

For a moment of breath away, everyone looked up at the thick darkness overhead. Everyone kept their mouths shut in awe.

Taxis, after darkness, appeared in this space in her living form.

Her massive body changed colors. So many, dizzying, confusing.

The human senses could not accept such a strong stimulus, to recognize so many colors, to appreciate her incomparably noble Extaxis, which looked like this.

All five heads opened their mouths wide, and a burning flame appeared in their compound eyes, as if each mouth was intent on devouring the world.

It's all over, Robert thought. It was her moment of victory. We failed.

Five heads held high in triumph...... The dome was knocked open.

The temple of Estar began to shrunk and deform, regrouping, changing shapes, returning to the way it was before the darkness manipulated it.

Inside the main hall, the darkness shook for a moment, then shattered by the silver moonlight at the end of Thorin, which the dwarves called the Night Candle.

"Now, brother, goodbye. ”

Rodrith pulled a small bead out of his pocket. The secret treasure of the dragon god.

Calamon felt his power drained away. Putting his hand on the bandage around his waist, he found it soaked with wet blood.

He felt dizzy, and the light on his brother's cane flickered before his eyes.

From a long distance, as if in a dream, he heard the dragonmen break free from the shackles of fear and begin to run towards him. The ground shook under his feet, maybe his legs were shaking.

"Kill me, Rodrith. Calamon looked at his brother with eyes that had lost his senses.

Rodrith paused for a moment, his golden eyes narrowed.

"Don't let me die at their hands," Calamon said calmly, demanding this last favor. "Give it to me now. You owe me at least that-"

The golden eyes suddenly lit up.

"I owe you!" Rodrith took a breath. "I owe you!" he said in a muffled voice, his face pale in the glow of the staff.

He angrily held out his hand to the dragons. Lightning shot out of his hand, right in their chests.

They let out screams of pain and fell helplessly into the water, quickly turning into a cloudy mass of green flesh, while the young dragons munched on their cousins with excitement.

Calamon stared blankly, too weak to think. He could hear more spells, more screams.

He stumbled forward, his weak legs no longer able to support him, and black water met him......

He suddenly found himself lying on hard ground. He blinked and looked up, and he sat on a rock next to his brother.

Rodrith knelt beside him, staff in his hand.

"Little Thunder!" Calamon gasped, tears welling up in his eyes.

He reached out to touch his brother's arm, and could feel the smooth touch of black velvet.

Rodrius coldly removed his hand. "Calamon, remember this," he said, his voice as cold as the running water around him.

"I'll only save you this once, and then our entanglement will be over. I don't owe you anything anymore. ”

Calamon swallowed. "Little brother," he said softly, "I—I didn't mean that"

Rodrith ignored him. Can you stand up, he said hoarsely.

"I—I think so," Calamon said hesitantly. "Can you take us out of here with that thing?" he pointed to the dragon god's secret treasure.

"I can, but I'm afraid you won't like that feeling too much, brother.

And, have you forgotten the people who came with you?"

"Lena! Wade," Calamon was shocked.

Grabbing the slippery rock, he struggled to his feet. "And Robert! and—"

"Robert is on his own. I've paid off everything I owe him," said Rodris, "but maybe I can pay off what I owe to others." ”

A shout was heard at the end of the corridor, and a group of troops rushed into the water to carry out the last orders after the darkness.

Calamon wearily put his hand on the hilt of his sword, but his brother's cold hand stopped him.

"No, Calamon," Rodrith smiled like a ghost.

"I don't need you anymore. I don't need you anymore...... Never. Look!"

In an instant, this dark underground cavern was illuminated by the amazing mana of Rodlis.

Calamon could only hold his sword and stand beside his brother in a blank watch as the enemies fell one by one, before Rodlis's spell.

Lightning shot out from his fingertips, flames erupted from his palms, and the ghost was summoned.

They seem terrifying, and fear alone can solve the enemies that confront them.

The goblins fell screaming, hordes of knightly apparitions impaled them with spears, and Rodrith summoned them with a spell before making them disappear.

The young dragon ran back to their dark, secret lair in fear.

Dragonmen turned into charcoal in the flames. Following the orders of their master, the dark priests who swarmed down the stairs were pierced by the transparent spears that lit up and off, and the last prayer turned into a mournful cry.

The last to come is the black-robed mage, the most senior wizard who wants to destroy the newborn calf.

Rhodelis was now the most powerful mage in the Candela Continent, how could these miscellaneous fish in front of him be his opponent.