A raging hurricane ran through the entire Grimbaatar, and the dust engulfed everything in front of the gate. Except for the continuous collision of falling stones like pieces of rubble, it was unusually quiet.

Arcane brilliance flashed in the slightly flat corner of the platform, and immediately after, a pitch-black figure rushed out with a powerful inertia. Rolling in embarrassment one after another, Lanlos finally adjusted his body and slid his feet into two narrow furrows on the ground before stopping.

Scarlet blood spilled uncontrollably from the corners of his mouth, and the mage clutched at his chest that was about to burst, trembling as he suppressed the intense pain that was about to erupt.

Although he used the flash to escape the fate of being smashed into a meatloaf by the Vajra Fist a second before he hit the black dragon's brain, in order to ensure that the attack just now had a strong enough killing ability, the Vajra Fist resisted the power of his back and fell, and his internal organs were almost flattened.

Although the whole person looked embarrassed, Lan Luos couldn't help but show joy under his hideous expression.

The dust in front of him gradually settled, and the huge body that had not yet been able to live was quietly crawling on the ground. The dark scales were losing their luster, the lava in the crevices was slowly fading, and the vertical pupils the size of grinding discs were losing their original vitality.

Magma-hot blood was running down his head, soon converging into a steaming orange-red pool around him.

Directly above the head, the half-cut hilt of the sword plunged into the center of the fist-shaped indentation. Above, the dark flames of shadow still burned silently. Like the night, silent and eternal.

It's done?

Stunned at all this, Lanlos held his breath, his face revealing a surprise that he couldn't even believe.

The legendary Immortal, the Dragon King who looks down on the world, and the Deathwing of the World Destroyer, just lying quietly in front of him in a pool of blood?

This, this......

The curvature of the corners of his mouth calmed step by step, and as the gray eyebrows slowly and inexorably leaned together, a strong uneasiness erupted in his heart, and Lan Luoston stepped back half a step uncontrollably.

That's impossible!

Phew——!

As if in response to the heart-rending roar in his heart, the familiar yin wind swept in dark smoke of unknown origin from all directions.

In Lanlos's terrified eyes, the huge figure that was quietly crawling in a pool of blood turned into ashes as the yin wind melted like ice and snow.

Bite!

The unsupported sword plunged vertically into the ground, and the crisp sound of impact instantly woke up Lanloth's confused brain. When he came back to his senses, the black cloud that the black dragon had turned into had completely enveloped the world around him.

What made his heart even more turbulent was that the darkness around him actually opened cracks that emitted reddish light.

呲~呲~

The sound as if flesh and blood being torn apart by brute force continued to sound with an increasingly rapid frequency, and scarlet eyes appeared in all corners of this dark space like stars in the night.

The heart, as if held by some powerful mysterious force, Lan Luos was cold, habitually reaching out to his waist, but he could only grasp a piece of cold air that made his palms sweat. Glancing quietly at the end of his line of sight, the longsword that radiated a reassuring glimmer in this eerie space, Lanloth's footsteps moved slightly and reflexively.

"That's it, mortal. Hollow voices and palpitating oppression came from all directions, "Fear, despair, and then death." ”

"Twilight, will drown you in everything!"

With a low roar, the countless scarlet eyes around him suddenly widened, and in an instant, it seemed that even the soul was about to be crushed by the sense of oppression from different angles. Like a flat boat in the whirlpool, the feeling of being stuck in the quagmire and unable to extricate itself becomes stronger and more real.

Lanlos clasped his hands behind his eyes and closed his eyes tightly, not making eye contact with those scarlet eyes at all. But even so, the feeling of being pierced by thousands of silver needles still did not weaken in the slightest.

It's a bit of a bad thing......

His body grew heavier and heavier as if it had been filled with lead, and Lanloth's forehead was suddenly covered with fine beads of sweat. The scarlet pupils beat like hearts, seemingly slowly, but under the superposition of the endless number, it seemed more and more urgent, and it became more and more deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

It seemed that only this dull and empty voice was left in Lanlos's ears.

The voice of the devil.

The stiff hands were slowly lowered, and Lanlos opened his eyes at some point, and his emerald green eyes were densely filled with scarlet reflections.

Boom!

The space in front of him trembled violently, and with a dull sound of agitation, a dark red eyeball the size of a person, as if embedded in the darkness behind it, suddenly appeared. The pitch-black vertical pupils stared at the mage with endless coldness, and the latter's eyes were completely engulfed in this insane scarlet.

"Heaven and earth are opened, and the void is coming. ”

"The heart of the world will drown in the shadows. ”

"Twilight is coming, the end of the world. ”

Hoarse and thick voices came from the surroundings one after another, like thunder, like a landslide. It's terrifying, but it's also irresistibly penetrating. It didn't seem to come through the ears at all, but exploded directly in the depths of Lanloth's soul.

"The death knell of the end has been sounded, prophecy is being fulfilled, and the unbelievers are bound to perish. ”

"Twilight, it's coming...... Ahh

I only heard a galloping whistling pass by, and the dark red eyeballs had been torn open by arrows with a huge gap. The roar that almost tore his eardrums hit Lanros with a poke, only to see the mage tremble, and his dull eyes actually regained a little vitality.

"Lanloth, get out of there!" In the corner of the dark space, a fluttering silver color looked so out of place.

Wen Lessa's anxious cry succeeded in attracting the attention of the enemy, and the countless eyeballs that were originally centered on Lanloth suddenly turned to look at the girl together. A biting coldness rose from the soles of her feet, and Wen Leisa's whole body movement obviously stopped. Incredibly, unlike Lanros, she didn't fall into a sluggish state after a brief pause.

The brighter and brighter light on the girl's hairband dispelled the little confusion that was left in Lanlos's heart, and the latter did not hesitate or say anything more, his feet instantly exerted force, and the whole person disappeared in place like an arrow from a string.

"Mortal, you made a pathetic mistake. ”

The largest scarlet pupil came to her in front of her in an instant, and Wen Lesa unconsciously tensed her whole body, but just as she reflexively grasped the hilt of the knife, her movements froze again. In the rapidly shrinking pupils, several streaks of phantom were reflected that were rapidly approaching and almost merging into the darkness.

Dangdang!

In the dark red space, the deafening sound of collision seemed so abrupt. Lanlos's raised hands seemed to carry something invisible but extremely weighty, and as they trembled violently, the thick green tendons became more and more prominent.

Beside him, the magical shield pierced by several spikes was emitting a long, sharp wail.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Under the pressure that almost crushed his soul, Lanlos roared hoarsely at the eyeball.

A moment of dead silence was followed by a seeming chuckle. Lanloth's panicked questions inadvertently revealed a lot of things.

'Who', not 'what', means that the mage has an idea of who he is. Of course, it knows why, and that's why it's here.

"I'm not going to be as stupid as Yugsaron. Hoarse voices came from all directions, and the taste of ridicule and ridicule was simply not too obvious. At the same time, the spikes that pierced through the shield suddenly softened.

"Give up the resistance, and you will gain eternity in Niolosa!"

Lanloth's eyes widened again. Where are the spikes? Those are the dark tentacles covered with disgusting mottles!

In the moment he was stunned, a tentacle had squeezed into the crack in the shield, and it was swept towards his face with a howling wind.

Scold!

In the pitch black environment, the snow light of the sword was extremely dazzling.

The tentacles severed by the Wind Blade fell to the ground and turned into pitch-black smoke, and Lanloth immediately came back to his senses. Then, without waiting for Wen Lessa, who had just helped him intercept the attack, say something, and press it down.

At the same time, the stout tentacles around him had completely broken free from the shield. only heard the whistling, and the figures of the two had been completely submerged.