The battle has been going on for six hours.

Eren gasped tiredly, and Faithri was not feeling well, and the entire mental space began to fluctuate, sometimes illusory, sometimes stable, as if it was about to dissipate at any time.

"So, you should just do it, in your mental space, you can't use other powers, right?"

Iren was tired, but he still chuckled.

Faithli's face did not change, and she said calmly: "Indeed, pulling you into this mental image space also means that you are also integrated into this mental image, so I also need to give up other powers. But so what? Your consumption is far above mine. ”

Her methods of combat have been assassinated, and her physical strength is far superior to that of Elen.

Although Iren can use all kinds of tricks like real spells, the cost is also huge.

Even if Faith still had to bear the cost of maintaining the mental image space, as a star seed rank, she was still much more comfortable than Elion, who was in the firefly rank.

"It's really, really, unfair."

Eren chuckled, and at the same time felt that he was about to reach his limit, and he also understood one thing, that is, although the star seed level with magic power was stronger than his firefly level, it was not too disparity, which gave him a chance to defeat her.

It's a pity that these opportunities, his own ability is not enough, and he can't seize them, to put it bluntly, his reaction ability can't keep up with the timing of grasping.

And Faithli's ability to recover her position in this space also made it impossible for Eren to deal with her in the same way as he did with Count Wim, and he had no chance to inflict heavy damage on Faithli.

"Well, there's no point in staying any longer."

Eren shook his head, his expression indifferent, and then said softly: "Dark!"

Felt the space darken, and she immediately became vigilant, ready for Iren's final struggle, but when the darkness cleared, she found something that shocked her.

I saw that Yi Lun turned the long sword upside down, stabbed directly into his heart, and smiled at her calmly.

"We ...... We'll see you again. ”

Ilyen chuckled.

Faithry looked at the fallen young man, who still had the grace of nobility before she died, and her heart was a little restless, and she muttered, "Why...... The prophet clearly said that he should be wary of the gifts given to him by the gods. ”

"What a weird person......"

She looked at Eren who had closed her eyes in a complicated way, stepped forward silently, and decided to start burning the corpse.

……

The sky and the earth are white, the cold wind blows the snow, and the faces of the pedestrians are painful.

In the long snowstorm, Phasli waited for the arrival of the man she was about to kill, and the prophet of the clan told her that the noble boy who had destroyed the arrangement they had set up to summon the demon god would pass by.

"Demon God...... Demons only. ”

Faithry muttered.

The next moment, a look of pain appeared on her face, her cloudy purple eyes lit up with a faint light, and the blue and black lines on her face similar to tattoos were like a red-hot soldering iron at this time, showing a faint red, Faithli covered her face and crawled on the ground, her mouth let out a suppressed low roar, with pain and unwillingness, after a long time, she got up from the ground, and her eyes and face were restored to their original state.

"Blessing of the Demon God......"

What a blessing, just a curse!

Faithri thought so, but she didn't say it again, as a race cursed by demons, she was not qualified to declare her hatred to demons.

"For the sake of the clan, I can only kill that boy, but Ion's nobility is not a good thing, just let them bite the hair."

Faithri can only call the demon a demon god, and cannot vent her hatred, and must obey the demon's orders.

She was used to it, so after a short period of unwillingness, she reverted to expressionless indifference.

A dark shadow suddenly flashed in the sky, and she glanced at it with some confusion, and she saw that it seemed to be the shadow bird of the Okmos family.

"Other shadow birds?"

She thought silently, and then raised her hand and slipped into the necklace around her neck.

The necklace was draped by a cyan stone, and as Faithry gripped her, an invisible magic spread out of the cyan stone before dissipating in the air around her.

"I've strengthened the covert magic again, and it should be fine."

Phasli was wary, knowing that she was assassinating his heir near a transcendent who might be a fourth-order spirit realm.

So she used some of her mana again to enhance her concealment spell, which would allow her to disappear from the eyes of other creatures unless she showed up, an extremely powerful constant spell.

It is also her reliance as an assassin.

And in the distance.

Standing on the top floor of Okmos Castle in the snow, in a room covered with rich monster skins and furs, with all kinds of precious but simple ornaments, a man sitting on a huge chair, elbows on the armrest, holding his head as if he were sleeping.

He was very handsome, and was dressed in a luxurious black earl's coat.

A scepter rests next to the armrest of the chair.

He seemed to be forty or fifty years old, but the years had brought him nothing but majesty, and only a little remnant of wind and frost.

Outside the window, a black parrot banged on the glass, and the man opened his eyes, his gaze was very peaceful, but it was dangerous and strange, because it was a pair of gray vertical eyes like a dragon.

His left hand, which was not supporting his head, moved his index finger slightly, and a trace of magic power instantly spread out.

The lock on the window fell automatically and was blown open by the wind.

The cold wind and snow blew in directly, but a warm magic force repelled the wind and snow smile back out of the window.

After the black parrot flew in, the window closed automatically, and the cold of the wind and snow outside did not affect the room at all.

"Your?"

The Dragon-Eyed Earl looked at the shadow bird he had kept in captivity, held a letter in his hand, and stretched out his hand to take it.

After taking it apart, he read it.

Then his brows furrowed slightly, he looked to the left, a pair of vertical pupils flashed a faint light in an instant, and then the next moment the light of the vertical pupils disappeared, and the count sat up straight and groaned.

After a long time, he sighed lightly: "This kid has really caused a lot of trouble." But a reminder from the gods? Looks like he's really favored by the gods. Never mind...... Butler, tell Wells to lead a team to the location in this letter and kill a woman with purple eyes. ”

"Yes, my master."

A rigid sound that resembles a mechanical sound suddenly sounds, then disappears again.

Horne. Okmos re-read the letter that Eren had written to him, and muttered, "Did the prophet of the Credorians make a move?" This group of demon-cursed races is really getting more and more arrogant. ”

"But this kid Yiren, after that incident, he has learned a little more and is more vigilant, which is not bad."