For experienced adventurers, there is an unwritten way of surviving that you can survive the first half hour in a dangerous area on your own, and you have what it takes to gain a foothold here. Although this rule is not clearly written on the walls of the tavern like the mandatory rules such as "no account in the shop" and "no molestation of waitress in the shop", it is very valid and applicable most of the time - and it is also true to us.

After a rough initial period of time, we have fully adapted to the intensity of the fighting in the Gravel Fortress, and the fortress guards that are densely packed here can no longer threaten our lives.

For me personally, the demise of the undead lich Vesalius is a double piece of good news: on the one hand, an evil demon king who threatens the security of the world has died; On the other hand, it means that I finally don't have to deal with the boneless Rotter, and I've had enough of their super resistance to piercing attacks, which makes my sword skills not even half as powerful in combat. If you can only watch yourself "-20", "-30":+|, when your teammates are prone to shoot close to 200 attack effects, it feels like a serious damage to anyone's self-esteem.

Like the undead lich A-Vesalius, neither the troll shaman Taiken nor the vampire Marquis Dobbs have been able to stop us from saving the world. Although these diligent magicians had created terrifying miracles comparable to divine power in the research and application of magical powers, their poor performance in battle was really inconsistent with their status as nearly sixty-level magic masters. Of course. They are familiar with many powerful and offensive spells, but all of them have the common problem of not being able to penetrate them, which is that the more powerful the magic, the longer the spell that summons them, and the more time the caster has to brew emotions. Once they are caught up in fierce hand-to-hand combat, they never have the chance to show off their flamboyant magic control skills.

From the corpse of the troll shaman, I also found the "Fusion Ground Part 2". It's a thought-provoking crystal vessel, which is roughly a trumpet-shaped bottle with a long, thin neck neck. At the bottom of the bottle is a round container. Incredibly, the bottleneck of the bottle was pulled out of an arc-shaped hollow pipe, which passed through the wall of the bottle and was connected to the bottom of the bottle. This makes the inner and outer sides of this three-dimensional bottle uncanny together, that is, this. The "sub" has only one surface. If an ant crawls on it, it can crawl from its "outside" all the way to the "inside" without going through any edges.

At first glance, this vessel is in addition to its strange shape. There's nothing special about it, and when you think about it, it's a wonderful thing. This ugly "bottle" seems to contain some mysterious power that breaks all the laws of space that we currently know. In my opinion. This is simply an "impossible" thing, and its existence seems to have some kind of philosophical subversive meaning. Holding it in my hand, I could clearly feel an unstable fluctuation of magic flowing from its surface. It's as if it's connected to some dark and gloomy horror place. It is possible to shatter the confinement of this space at any time. My soul was clinging to its surface by something sticky, as if it were being drawn to the other side of space if I wasn't paying attention.

Albeit until now. I don't understand what these two "parts of the fusion" can do, and what kind of wonderful function the "fusion" assembled from them is. But the only thing I know is this: these are the brains of some of the most knowledgeable and creative magicians in the post-apocalyptic Empire, and I don't need to know what the use of these guys is for what they have painstakingly concocted, just that it must be very good, and that's enough.

With hordes of guards no longer a threat to us, and the three masters of magic being easily leveled by us, these glorious feats became a dangerous weight, shifting the scales of sanity before we knew it. The last evil commander in the fortress, the supreme ruler and the strongest guardian, the Black Sir Arthur Dengort, is inevitably taken lightly and not given enough attention. The journey of the battle was so smooth that we took it for granted that this black jazz "should" be no better than the three unworthy masters of magic, and that he would "maybe" be easy to deal with. Anyone knows that contempt for the enemy is a dangerous start and often the seed of eventual defeat. But when you are really in it, this beautiful imagination of belittling the enemy makes people flutter, as if they have grasped victory in the palm of their hands, and people are reluctant to get rid of this beautiful illusion.

At this point, who cares that we're just a bunch of ordinary adventurers who have just reached level fifty - or even one less - and we're going to face a powerful opponent who is ten levels higher than us?

The Gravel Fortress's conning tower is located at the top of the easternmost peak of the fortress, backed by a bottomless cliff, and is the highest point of the entire fortress. It is a tall cylindrical structure that can be called imposing, and it will take at least five hundred steps to walk around it. The window-side part of its interior is divided into a number of cubicles on each floor, most of which were originally used as quarters for garrison officers, with occasional one or two being used as repositories and offices. These places are now overrun by the "elite fanged guards" of the troll clan in armor, and these tall blue-skinned monsters guard the staircase to the top of the tower, and the long knives and dense crossbow arrows are really hard to beat. But in the end, we made it through without any danger and made it to the top in one go.

On the top floor of the conning tower is a huge rotunda, if in peacetime

: There is only one person in the hall. He sat with his back to us on the only chair in the hall, his back blocked by the tall back, and I was only able to identify that there was someone in the chair because I saw his silver-gloved left hand pressed against the arm of the chair, his finger and forefinger tapping lightly from time to time. Sunlight shone down from his side, casting a dark shadow on the ground.

There was a line of red soul marks floating above the back of the chair. None other than "Black Sir Arthur Dengot".

The wall in front of the chair had been completely destroyed by the catapult and disappeared without a trace, almost half of the walls on the left and right sides had been destroyed, and less than a third of the roof remained. The entire top floor is almost completely bare, an empty platform, and as far as the eye can see, the entire fortress is unobstructed. With the help of my telescopes, I was able to see even the walking corpses and rotting beasts roaming the perimeter of the fortress. Not to mention the guards patrolling the fortress. It seems that everything we have done along the way is clearly under the watchful eye of this Black Sir Excellency.

We were rampage and wreak havoc in his castle, while he sat at the top of the castle and watched from the very top. Make nothing of. I don't know why he was so indulgent to his enemies, but the coldness and gloom that he was able to watch his men wiped out by us made me feel a chill in my heart.

When we walked into the distance about ten paces away from him. Sir Arthur Dengot stood up. Turn to us.

"Huh......"

I immediately sighed in surprise. Looking at his face in disbelief, he froze on the spot.

The stronghold has three races of enemies: the Corrupt, the Troll, and the Bloodline. For the sake of fairness, half of the supreme commanders of this army would not be selected from these three races, so it was only natural for me that the leader of this multiracial mixed force would be either a tall and irascible demon or a cunning dark elf. But even if the appointment of the end king was completely unfair, the fact that Black Sir Arthur Dengot was still one of the corrupters, trolls, or vampires would never have shocked me as much as I do now.

The supreme leader of the gravel fortress was tall, with long silver-gray hair hanging down over his shoulders that covered his ears, his fair skin was delicate and smooth, and his cheeks seemed to be as shy as if there was no trace of ruddy blood because of the lack of light. The most eye-catching thing is her pale blue eyes. Her eyes were as bright and cold as jewels, and there was a hint of mockery in her indifferent gaze that was hard to hide—of course, it was possible that she didn't intend to hide it at all. She never stares at you, even if her gaze occasionally lingers on someone for a moment, and only glances at you nonchalantly. But even so, you will feel her gaze more difficult than the sharpest sword, as if it could penetrate your body at any moment, and shoot a sharp chill into your soul.

She was wearing a bright silver metal armor with a large dragon's head shoulder guard on the left, her right shoulder and her entire upper arm exposed, and a pair of long, ornate metal gloves in her hands. The chest of the armor presents a pleasing V-shaped cutout, and the sturdy metal armor squeezes an unfathomable steep furrow between the plump chest. This V-shaped void shape is so shocking that it is only a fraction of a second different from the infinitely desirable "H" shape - which cannot but be said to be a rather regrettable thing.

However, compared to the outfit of her lower body, this V-neck light armor that was opened to the belly button was still slightly more conservative. She wore a pair of metal boots that had just reached her calves, her solid and round thighs were almost completely exposed, and only a circle of ornate and delicate metal skirts around her waist, symbolically concealing the most secret parts - I swear it was the shortest dress I had ever seen in my life, and I forgive my upbringing and reserve for not being able to describe in detail how short it was, but it was certain that if it had been a little shorter, it would have been the widest belt I had ever seen in my life.

As I have described, the legendary cruel and ruthless black knight Arthur Dengot is neither a demon nor a dark elf, nor is he a race of corrupters, trolls, or vampires. She didn't belong to any of the five major races of the Last-World Empire at all.

I dare swear to you by my eyes, she's a human being. And she is also a beautiful woman who is cold and charming!

Faced with such an enemy, my mind went blank.

We have traveled all the way through mountains and rivers, experienced several lives and deaths, faced thousands of enemies, threw our heads, spilled blood, and used our lives to shed a bloody and difficult journey, just to save this fertile land that gave us life, and to save those relatives of the same clan who are connected to us by blood.

Now, the last step of this mission can be completed, and only one last enemy is left in front of us. At this time, I found out that the murderer who had personally caused countless deaths, and the demon king who was bent on exterminating my homeland and people, was actually my compatriot.

The dark irony of reality made me feel so confused that the pink silk panties that loomed under the skirt weren't all that appealing.

"Ahh Human......" Sir Deggot glanced at us, then gently landed her indifferent gaze on mine, "...... I haven't seen my fellow landers in two hundred years......"

Black Jazz's voice was languid and soft, with a hint of sweet huskyness. It's like a sticky piece of "Yuexi City Bee Candy", which sticks tightly to people's throats, and they can't swallow it or spit it out. The sweet fragrance is suffocatingly soft.

“…… I haven't seen a human since the battle in the Nafisun Heath. It's not just humans, Confucianism. Genie. Dwarf......

An insidious race that lives on the continent of Falvi. I've never seen a single Sir Grace leaning back in his chair and speaking softly. It seems that there is no hostility towards us at all. I was probably infected by her emotions, and I couldn't raise a trace of fighting enthusiasm. Not only me, but also my companions didn't say anything without a fight, though they all seemed a little impatient.

"It's like this every time, I always have to talk for a long time before the fight......" Nocturne in B-flat minor complained quietly.

"What do you know, this is the main plot, we have to feel the plot of the game, we know how boring it is to fight and kill all day long......" Ding Ding Xiaoge glanced at the Confucian bard, "...... You can see how many people are so calm that you can feel the deep cultural connotation of this game......"

Indeed, as Ding Ding Xiaoge said, Niu Million, who had always had little patience, was surprisingly calm at this moment, and sat on the side without arrogance or impatience, listening attentively to Sir Dengot's narration. He opened his huge bull's eyes, and he didn't even blink a blink, and the whites of his eyes were covered with red bloodshots, which made people worry that he would not stare out of the eyeballs with all his might. As he looked in the direction, his focused gaze seemed to fall right between a soft valley......

"Hey, Brother Niu, why did you get a nosebleed?" The fairy descended and suddenly cried out in surprise.

"You're so right......" Nocturne in B-flat minor patted Ding Dingxiaoge's arm, "...... Sure enough, it's a 'deep' cultural connotation......"

Ding Ding Xiaoge: "......"

What a shame! I glanced at Niu Wan contemptuously, and subconsciously touched my nostrils - well, thankfully there was no blood.

Putting aside the ugliness of the Bull Million, Sir Arthur Dengot's narration continues:

“…… Maybe you'll be curious about my presence, but those hypocritical old guys of the Continental Alliance won't tell you the truth. All they would say was that I was just a traitor to the continent like the trolls. They won't tell you who the real traitors are, at the cost of millions of allies' lives in exchange for a vile victory, and that's what I'm going to tell you......"

“…… Two hundred years ago, the trolls were a native of the continent of Falvi, along with the minotaurs, Confucians, elves, dwarves, and orcs. When the Apocalyptic Empire invaded, the Trolls also joined the Continental Alliance, bravely took up arms, and desperately defended the land in which they lived, and also defended all life in this land......"

“…… In one battle, the Trolls, under the command of the Alliance Headquarters, used the strength of their entire clan to hold back the main force of the Imperial army in the Naphexon Wasteland. It was a time of desperate horror, with thousands of deaths every day, the brave tribes of trolls dying out one by one, and even the elderly and children being sent into battle. Urgent letters for help were sent to the Alliance headquarters every day, and then they were never heard from again......"

“…… And I was an ordinary liaison officer sent to the trolls by the Alliance headquarters at that time. ”

“…… With an urgent message for help, I hurried to the holy city of Freschit day and night to report the danger to the Trolls to Lord Dedotan. And he just waved his hand and told me to stand down, he wasn't even interested in hearing about the horrors of those ugly allies......"

“…… That night, by chance, I overheard the meanest and most shameless thing in the world: it was a trap, and while the trolls were struggling to the brink of extinction, fighting desperately, Lord Dedotam—the wisest of them, the most benevolent of them, the greatest of them, the "Guardian of the Firmaments," Lord Dedotan, had sent the best troops of the alliance to enemy-occupied territory, and while the enemy had no time to divide their forces, they had captured the city and won the most glorious victory since the beginning of the war......

"Dirty victory!" The woman roared and slapped the chair beside her, and the sturdy chair shattered to pieces.

"While the shameless aristocrats revel in unprecedented glory and victory, the troll children who have just grown their tender fangs are dying in droves! They were so reluctant because it was the least outnumbered and weakest race in the Alliance. And while they share in the glory, those who have been abandoned are still fighting with their last strength, still loyally guarding the flanks of the so-called 'allies', still waiting for reinforcements that only exist in the illusion! ”

"I'm leaving! Return to the death-drowning wasteland and tell the High Priestess of the Trolls, the Hand of the Void, that they have been abandoned, that their sacrifice is meaningless, and that the other people who live with them in this land are not worthy of such defense. ”

"The trolls surrendered like that, at my persuasion. If I hadn't returned, these brave and innocent warriors would have continued to fight until the last drop of troll's blue blood was shed. Their bravery was respected by the kings of the last days and became part of the empire. And I, as the only human being in the Empire, have gained greater power, which has allowed me to live to this day, and have the opportunity to return to this dirty land. ”

"And what I hope is to wipe out all the vile and ugly creatures of this continent, and rot and perdition will be the most suitable outcome for you. Now, no matter what you do, it will be useless, the poison that corrupts the world has completely succeeded. As he spoke, Sir smirked and took out a vial of blue-gray viscous potion from under the cloak behind his back. If everything is as she says it is, then this potion is a potent poison capable of turning all living things into rotting walking corpses.

"Then, the destruction of this world begins with you......" said this, a cold and piercing chill suddenly exploded in Sir Dengot's gaze!