The curved scarlet blade easily pierced through Sorenia's chest, slowly but with great regularity, slicing deep and slicing under Sattel's control......

No, rather, it should be, Sataire's soul.

The embarrassed corpse in the pool of blood still lay there quietly, but above there, a translucent figure with a miserable white streamer slowly floated in the air.

This is a picture that Lanlos is very clear.

The soul is fragile, and if it weren't for the help of the Sagrete Keystone, I am afraid that it would soon be wiped out. However, as a powerful necromancer, coupled with the effect of the Reaper against the wind on the soul, Satel was also able to successfully appear in this world in a stable spirit state.

And she became like a ghost, not only with the ability to float, but also the template of the void creature made Satel more difficult to deal with, and her legendary spell-casting ability was not weakened in the slightest!

"Mortals, deserve to die!" Sattel's hoarse and terrifying voice seemed to be a collection of countless evil spirits, filled with the echoes of death and terror, and made people shudder involuntarily.

But what really made Lanlos tremble was that the scarlet blade, which had almost completely pierced into Sorenia's chest, was pulled out with an unusually loud tearing sound under the hard pull of Sataire.

Blood poured to the ground.

"No !!"

The pain, the hatred, the indescribable anger was even beyond Lanlos's own imagination. A hoarse and terrible cry soared into the sky, and the daring roar set off ripples visible to the naked eye in the air, mercilessly tearing the terrible ghosts that wrapped around Lanloth to shreds.

The next moment, the majestic demonic energy exploded straight through his body, and Lanloth carried Stomka, instantly turning into a pitch-black streamer that lingered in the flames of destruction, and rushed straight towards Satel.

Bang!

The rugged blade slammed down on the Reaper against the Wind, and a terrifying roar that shook the mountains and forests seemed to rip his throat and burst out of Lanloth's mouth. However, in Sataire's view, all this was not worth mentioning.

"Your resistance is insignificant!" As soon as the words fell, endless cold magic erupted from the headwind reaper, and the miserable white streamer instantly completely submerged the two of them, and countless ghosts instantly appeared from the headwind reaper, sharp claws and terrible wails continued to tear through Lanloth's body and soul.

Demons, elves, trolls, beasts, and countless creature spirits that even Lanlos could not recognize, these are the souls that Ursaleth has mutilated and devoured over countless years, and in the endless torment, they have long since lost their minds, and have become slaves and dolls of Ursaleth.

The explosive impact caused Lanloth unimaginable pain, and he couldn't even scream, his body flew backwards in the direction he had come from, slamming into the rubble, splashing a cloud of gray dust.

Around Satel, countless resentful spirits continued to pour out of Ursales, and the piercing screams that were mixed together could be heard clearly even by the High Elves far away from the hall, and suddenly, Romans and Lanather and the others quickened their pace again.

The hideous smile on her face suddenly stopped, and Satel turned to look at the elven guards who were constantly pouring in at the entrance, the corners of her mouth almost touching the root of her ears: "Stupid mortals, your resistance is meaningless!"

The scarlet scythe slowly slashed through the air, accompanied by an imperceptible light wind, and the evil spirits like waves immediately turned their heads at the same time, and the scarlet eyes full of madness and tyranny converged on the High Elves who stepped into the battlefield, and rushed forward with a howl under Sattel's orders.

Boom –

The wall at the entrance of the hall of the sunwell completely collapsed at this moment, and more than a dozen elven warriors who rushed in front were directly submerged in the rubble, and their hoarse screams continued to be heard in the violently churning dust. The screams of despair and pain caused the support behind to reflexively stop for a moment, and the look of fear kept flashing in the eyes of these elves.

"Bastard!" Romans, as a spellcaster, could naturally judge how cruel the other party's spurned magic was, and immediately took the lead in raising the staff, and the long and obscure spell suddenly took a place in the space filled with the wails of the wraiths.

But this succeeded in attracting the attention of the endless resentful spirits.

"Defensive formation!" Lanather shouted as a pair of scarlet eyes pierced through the dust and converged on the group of arcanists. Heavy metal armor staggered, and the crisp and loud clashing sound joined together, and hundreds of elven warriors raised bright red shields engraved with golden phoenixes, and snow-bright long swords poked out of the cracks. In just a few seconds, the warriors of the Morning Blade Knights had completed the formation of the array.

But this is meaningless to imaginary creatures!

Oh!

The terrible scream intensified again, and while everyone trembled at the soul-piercing sound, endless evil spirits shattered the dust in the air like a flood of broken embankments, and in the blink of an eye, the army was drowned.

The tearing of flesh, the screams of the elves, and the laughter of the evil spirits seemed to merge into a chaotic symphony of horror at this moment. Ursalus has been around for almost as long as the Burning Legion was founded, and it has been involved in destroying countless worlds, killing countless living beings, and likewise, devouring countless powerful demons.

Underneath the manifestation of its true power, it was nothing short of a one-sided slaughter!

Blood, almost pooled outside the hall......

The smoke and dust around him gradually dissipated, and Lanlos turned his back to Sataire, his wide wings wrapped around his front, even under the cover of shadow magic, he could still see hideous wounds all over his back and wings, and the scarlet blood had just overflowed before it was swallowed up by the fire of evil energy that was irregularly distributed in his upper body.

The lethality caused by the endless evil spirits is far more terrifying than imagined.

But the physical pain did not cause even the slightest reaction from Lanlos, and his attention was all on front of him.

The wings slowly unfurled, and as the light poured into view, the scorching flames rising in Lanloth's eyes gradually subsided, and the reflections in them became clearer.

In his arms, blood completely stained Sorenia's robes, and his long gray blonde hair was soaked in scarlet. The hideous wound almost cut his entire chest cavity, and the slowly wriggling heart was clearly visible, but what made Lanlos's eyes tear was that the heart was almost split in half!

As mentioned before, the heart and brain are the core of mortal bodily functions, and if they are so badly damaged, let alone Sorenia, even a legendary priest......

Yes, Pastor!

A ray of spiritual light suddenly burst out of his mind, and Lanlos immediately hugged Solania's increasingly stiff and cold body, and the incantation of the teleportation technique was pronounced from his mouth at the fastest speed in his life, and the lilac magic aura continued to surge and subside on him. Unfortunately, the space lock still exists, and until his mana is almost depleted, he still can't break through the confines of a legendary spellcaster.

As if affected by Lanlos's increasingly anxious movements, Sorenia, whose face was like a blank piece of paper, struggled to open his eyes, and the dark blue eyes that were originally full of wisdom and determination looked dull and cloudy at this moment.

His palm, which was stiff as if there was only a bone left, grabbed Lanloth's fingers that kept drawing in the air, and after interrupting Lanloth's useless work, he slowly shook his head at the sad gaze of the other party.

Then, he didn't know where the strength came from, his stiff palm suddenly clenched hard, and there was a faint crisp sound from the interlacing of bones, and the pain invaded Lanlos's body over and over again.

Instead, he was overjoyed, and how he wished that the pain would go on forever.

"Surely, yes, keep the sunwell......" Blood poured down her throat, and Sorenia's voice became more and more imperceptible, as if her lungs were leaking. In fact, it was, seeing that every time Solania spoke, the wound in his chest continued to accelerate the blood gushing outward, Lanlos gritted his teeth and forcibly stopped the idea of interrupting the other party.

When the smell of blood filled his mouth, Lan Luo Si calmed down a little, and met the other party's expectant gaze, he nodded heavily: "I promise!"

That wasn't enough, and although Solania didn't speak, her eyes still widened to convey the message to Lanlos. After a short pause, Lanlos finally reacted, took a deep breath, and said in the most solemn tone of his life:

“Anar'alah belore！”

The meaning of this phrase is, in the name of daylight. For Quildore, this is the most solemn and irreversible oath!

As soon as Lan Luos finished speaking, he immediately set his eyes on the other party's face, but what made his heart ache was that those cloudy eyes had completely lost their brilliance.

Strictly speaking, Solania's education method can be called a seedling, but without his help, Lanlos would not be able to reach his current level. He was a qualified and responsible teacher, and although he began with a debt to the Council of Tirispha, he knew everything about himself.

Although it is said that the strictness is the embodiment of the mentor's responsibility, Kelan Los also has a resistance to this middle-aged man. But don't forget, in the past half a year, strictly speaking, he has probably spent the most time with Solania.

Now, no one will ever take the trouble to correct their spellcasting spells and gestures over and over again, no one will break the bank to help them with simulation exercises, no one will ever nag in their ear, no one will ......

Somehow, an inexplicable scorching temperature appeared in Lanlos's eyes, making him close his eyes slightly.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that the person who didn't let him call him a mentor had become more important than a mentor in his heart......