It was just a thought, not a spoken. Calamon tried to make a sound, but couldn't.

"Yes, good brother," Rodrith responded to his brother's thoughts, as usual.

"It's me I'm the last guard, and if the horn sounds, after darkness orders me to be here, stop anyone who wants to get close to the target. ”

Rodrith smiled sinisterly. "I should have known that you were the only ones who would be stupid enough to trigger my magic trap......"

"Little Ray!" Calamon choked as soon as he spoke.

For a long time he couldn't speak. Calamon was prostrated from massive blood loss and fear, and he shivered in the icy water, feeling that what was in front of him was very difficult to accept.

It would be much easier to let the black water cover his head, and let the young dragon's teeth tear him apart.

That's definitely not as painful as it is now. Then he felt Belclery writhing beside him.

The man looked at Rodrith in confusion, not understanding all this. He pulled the hand of Karamon.

"Angela is calling me, we have to go. ”

Calamon sobbed and pulled his arm away from the man's hand. Belclery looked at him angrily, then turned around and prepared to walk forward.

"No, friend. No one can leave here. ”

Rodlis held out his slender fingers, and Berclery suddenly stopped.

The Eternal looked at the pair of golden eyes, at the mage standing at the edge of the rock.

He made a meaningless sound and twisted his hands as he looked longingly at the jewel-encrusted pillar.

But there was no way for him to move. A powerful force held him back, and an unshakable barrier became a gulf between him and his sister.

Calamon held back the tears that burst into her eyes. He felt the strength in his brother and tried not to give up hope.

He can't do anything...... Unless he tried to kill Rodrith! He trembled with fear.

No, he'd rather die himself.

Calamon looked up suddenly. So be it.

If I'm going to die, I'm going to die with a bang – isn't that what I've always wanted?

Even if it means dying at the hands of his own brother.

Calamon's gaze slowly met that of his twin brother.

"Are you wearing a black robe now?" he said, his lips trembling. "In such light...... I can't see ...... clearly."

"Yes, brother," Rodrith raised the staff of Marzis and let the light shine on him.

The hug made of soft velvet hung over his shoulder, reflecting in the light, looking darker than the eternal night around him.

Calamon shuddered at the thought of what he should do, and he continued, "Your voice, more powerful, is different. Much like you...... But it's not quite the same......"

"That's a long story, Calamon," replied Rodris.

"I'll tell you later when I have time. But brother, you're in a very bad situation. The Dragonman Guards have arrived.

Their command was to seize the Eternal One and bring him before the darkness.

That's when he's done. He is not immortal, I can assure you.

She has spells that can prevent him from being reborn and turned into ashes forever. Then she would kill his sister, and finally after the darkness could finally enter Candela.

She will rule the entire world, including heaven and hell. Nothing could stop her. ”

"I don't understand—"

"Of course, you don't understand, dear brother," said Rodrith with the old irritation and disdain.

"Beside you stands the Eternal One, the only one in all Candela who can cast out the darkness and end the whole war, and you don't understand. ”

Rodrith approached the edge of the stone where he was standing, and bent down on his crutches. He motioned for his brother to come closer.

Calamon trembled and couldn't move, afraid that Rhodelis would cast a spell on him.

But his brother just watched him intently.

"The Eternal Man only needs to take a few more steps, brother, and he will be reunited with his sister, whom he has voluntarily endured for so many years of pain and suffering, and he will be able to put an end to her suffering. ”

"And then?" said Karamon, his brother's sharp eyes gripping him with more force than any spell.

The golden eyes narrowed, and Rodlis's voice softened.

He no longer needs to speak hoarsely, but it has become his preferred way of speaking.

"What is in the way of the door closing will be removed, dear brother, the door will be closed tightly.

After darkness, you will only be alone in hell and howl angrily. Rodlis's thin hand gestured.

"This ...... This rebuilt temple of Ishtar is controlled by evil...... will crash. ”

Calamon was taken aback, then frowned.

"No, I'm not lying. Rodrith responded to the question in his brother's head.

"I will if necessary. But you will find, dear brother, that we are too close for me to lie to you.

And, in any case, I don't have to lie - it's better for me to let you know the facts. ”

Calamon couldn't react. He didn't understand it at all. But he didn't have time to be in a daze.

Behind him, he could hear the footsteps of the dragons beginning to sound on the stairs. His expression became calm, revealing a firm determination.

"Then you must know what I'm going to do, little Lei," he said. "You may be strong, but you still have to concentrate to use your spells.

If you take the time to deal with me, Berclery will have time to escape. You can't kill him," Calamon only hoped that Belclell would understand his hints and act when the time came.

"I guess it can only be done after darkness. In this way—"

"Yes, dear brother," said Rodrith softly. "That's right, I can kill you......"

He straightened up and raised his hand, before Calamon could yell or grab his hand—a huge fireball lit up the dark space like the sun.

It exploded on Calamon's head, and the shockwave crushed him into the dark water.

Calamon was burned by the flash of light, and Venus was scurrying in front of him. He was stupefied by the force of the impact, and found himself in the water and nearly unconscious.

Then, sharp teeth bit down on his arm and tore off a piece of flesh. The pain was so painful that he woke up.

Calamon shouted frantically, trying to get up from the deadly current.

He stood up trembling. The young dragon, already tasting the smell of blood, attacked him frantically, banging his boots incessantly.

Calamon gripped his arm, and was disappointed to find that Belclaire hadn't even moved.

"Angela, I'm here! I'm going to set you free!" Beclaire shouted, but he stood still, held in place by the spell.

He banged furiously against the invisible wall that stood in front of him, almost on the verge of complete madness.

Rodrith calmly watched as his brother stood in front of him, blood gushing from his bare arm.

"My strength is strong, Calamon," Rodrith looked coldly, the twin brother's eyes in pain.

"With Robert's inadvertent help, I've taken out the only person on the Candela continent who has the potential to surpass me.

Now I'm the strongest magician in the world. I'm going to get stronger and stronger...... After being driven away after darkness - Calamon looked at his brother in a daze, unable to understand what he was saying. He could hear the dragonmen wading through the water behind him, cries of victory.

He was dumbfounded, staring blankly at his brother.

When Rodrith gestured to Beclery, Calamon vaguely understood what he meant.

As soon as that gesture was compared, Berclery regained his freedom. The Eternal quickly glanced back at Calamon and at the dragonman approaching with his sword.

Finally, he looked at Rodris, dressed in black robes and standing on the rock, and let out a cry that echoed through the tunnel, and Berclere jumped to the jewel-strewn pillar.

"Angela, I'm coming!"

"Remember, brother!" Rodrith's voice echoed in Calamon's head, "It's all my choice!"

Calamon looked back to see the dragonmen roaring, watching their prey escape from their eyes.

The young dragon kept biting his boots, and the wound on his arm was very painful, but Karamon didn't notice it.

He turned again, and watched as if in a dream as Beclaire ran toward the pillar full of gems. In fact, it seems even more unreal than a dream.

Maybe it was his hallucination, but as the Eternal Man ran close to the pillar, the green gem on his chest glowed brighter than the fireball of Rodres.

In that light, a pale, indistinct woman's figure appeared in the pillar.

She looked very weak and beautiful in simple leather trousers, like the eyes of Belclery, which looked too young.

Then, when he ran to the pillar, Becler stopped at the water's edge.

Everything stopped in an instant. The dragons stood still, deadly weapons in their hands.

They vaguely know, I don't know why, their fate is at a turning point, and everything depends on this person.

Karamon could no longer feel the cold air, or the cold water, or the pain of the wound.

He no longer felt fear, despair, or hope. Tears rolled in his eyes, and it was as if something was burning in his throat.

Berclere confronts his sister, the sister he killed with his own hands, and she sacrificed herself to keep him and the world alive.

No, we can't let everything they have done come to naught! Calamon strengthened his conviction and seemed to have regained some courage.

What kind of ancient magic books did Rodlis see in the Great Library, and he would directly become a black-robed mage symbolizing evil.

"I'm going to stop that guy, even if he's my brother!" Calamon cried out like crazy inside.