Gwendrin's illusion can create an infinite corridor of extension.

There, every time the enemy tries to get close to him and hurt him, they will come back in vain.

Because with each step the enemy takes forward, the corridor stretches out. You'll never touch him.

But this was the power he had a long time ago.

His power is now declining and not as good as it used to be.

So Eldridge only pestered him in that corridor for three or four hours, and the corridor collapsed on its own.

Escaping from the illusion, Gwendrin not only lost the barrier to defend himself, but also lost his already small strength.

Darkmoon magic shaped the staff into a bow and pulled the bowstring, placing a beautiful moonlight arrow on it, which was projected by Gwendrin into the sky.

'The Protoss has long since fallen, and it is better to worship your bishop than to be ruined!' ’

'Just let me eat it. Just let me eat and I'll take you to the distant future! ’

It wasn't that they had escaped, it was Eldridge's struggle to enjoy the food.

The sound of acid erosion came from the point of contact.

'Yes, that's it, call it out. ’

Eldridge whispered as the black muddy body slowly approached.

Like a meat-eating ant climbing onto a piece of carrion, it clings upward.

The Shadow Sun, who originally paid attention to the demeanor of the Protoss and regarded himself as a role model, had already begun to uncontrollably open his slender lips at this time, snorting and panting.

'The Age of Fire is destined to be a Cradle Age that will pass, the god of the Dark Moon. ’

But his own leg was quickly wrapped in the black mud that clings to it, and the black mud is still going upward.

Gerwindlin had cowered into a corner unconsciously.

Eldridge is willing, even eager to promote his 'dining philosophy' to others.

The Silver Knights don't scream, they don't even let out a shout or a battle cry in a life-and-death confrontation.

The magic of shifting his position looked like he was even more tired and weak.

Gwendrin was now holding his staff like a bow and arrow.

Frightened, he showed almost neurotic danger and aggression, making the 'food' lose his sense of security, and finally his mind collapsed.

However, when these blades entwined with golden thunder slashed at Eldridge's tar-like body, they could not spread out at all, except for the cobweb-like thunder streaks that bloomed at the landing point.

Each of the heroes of the human race is said to have been able to destroy more than 100 knights alone.

Eldridge's tone was pleasant and playful.

But in the slow and leisurely movement of the black mud, he suddenly stabbed out a swift tentacle and wrapped around the silver knight who had lost one of his arms, and in the curling sound of metal, the silver knight was pulled into his body.

But the result remained the same, and Eldridge was unharmed.

The giant didn't scream, but Gwendrin trembled and cried.

Begin to attack Eldridge.

But when facing an enemy of the level of the Salary King, the Silver Knights, who are too few in number, are of no use.

Gwendrin's face turned pale, and then the silver teeth clenched, and the head of the staff in his hand extended the blade condensed by the magic of the dark moon.

'In this great and glorious divine capital, there are only three silver knights and one slave who can stand before me, a traitor, and defend you? ’

So, in the midst of Eldridge's viscous body, the Silver Knights let out only a hissing of metal with their armor twisted and deformed, followed by the sound of flesh breaking, tearing, and shattering within the armor

A silver knight was completely wrenched to pieces and pulled into Eldridge's black mud, floating and digested like any other broken bone.

Maybe these heroes can really do it, but when these heroes face the Silver Knight, it is estimated that more than two or three will be overwhelmed.

'Great Protoss, the existence I once worshipped. Look at your current honor. ’

"It's a la-la-la-la-

The 'stabbing' golden thunder was originally the story that King Gwen once showed to the Silver Knights.

It's like a rain of blades with a cold silver light, piercing all the way down!

But this magic is too bad for Eldridge.

The rain of arrows, like icy raindrops, only blew up a tiny puff of mud on Eldridge's body, and then there was no movement.

Eldridge, on the other hand, was already surging his body and flowing towards Gwendlin.

The figure of the god of the dark moon vanished in a misty purple halo before reappearing in another place.

Eldridge seemed to have sensory organs all over his body, and the moment he touched Gwendlin's snake feet, the originally thin black mud suddenly received focused support.

Sure enough, in front of him, Gwendrin's hand holding the staff was trembling because it was too hard.

In the case of not being able to cause enough damage, Eldridge's body is not 'injured' at all!

The sloppy mass of bones in the filthy Salary King's body was chopped to pieces even more by the Silver Knights, but Eldridge was not even hindered by the movement of his body.

The Silver Knight's armor, which was still bright after tens of thousands of years and countless battles, was touched by Eldridge's body, and it was only an instant that it was branded with hideous and scorched marks.

'Let's finish this holy feeding together!' ’

Instead, he spat out the Silver Knight's sword, clanging and sliding in front of Gwendrin on the marble floor.

While Eldridge was still trying to roll up the black mud and rush towards Gwendrin, his big foot stepped on Gwendrin's side, blocking the god of the dark moon.

The crippled silver knight who had been pulled into Eldridge's body still burst into golden thunder at the last moment, and the only remaining sword-wielding hand was there.

He was not impatient, and although he longed for the flesh and power of the Protoss, he was still able to uphold his 'dining philosophy'.

Several snake feet slid through the black mud Eldridge had brought, keeping Gwendrin as far away as possible from the filthy and dangerous Salary King.

That black mud-like body, does it really care about a puncture wound with a small trauma area?

Nothing works.

He roared, and even the air around his mouth was roared into a substantial wave of air.

"Blasphemous, thief against God!"

The tarred body took advantage of the approach of the Silver Knights and clinged to their ancient, bright silver armor.

And after attacking the enemy's greatest symbol of strength, Eldridge's tone suddenly became relaxed, and it could even be said to be tolerant and benevolent!

'Tremble! Scream! The Great Shadow Sun. ’

A moonlight arrow that was thrown out of the way, and with the effect of the Dark Moon magic, countless arrows were duplicated.

The black mud, which had been moving quickly, became unhurried.

One of his snake feet suddenly touched a slippery piece of the corner of Eldridge's spread body.

The other Silver Knight, who was not affected and did not seem to be very dull in consciousness, cut off one of his companion's arms in time, pulling his crippled companion back for a moment.

But he still stubbornly held the weapon in his hand.

'The story of the Protoss, the divine great thunder, the power of the Lord of the Sun to defeat the ancient dragon. ’

"Sting", the whole snake foot was cut off by himself.

The nostalgia for these ancient warriors and the trampling of the dignity of the Protoss gave birth to this anger.

The whispers of the soul that came out of the black mud felt sticky and heavy just by hearing it, as if the soul had been stained with a layer of tar.

The Silver Knights fought in silence, only to burst into a noisy golden thunderbolt on their swords.

Eldridge is getting more and more fond of the situation.

And the black mud with teeth and claws stretching his body wantonly in the dormitory.

His teeth clenched in rage, and the Silver Knights became food, dying without dignity and sense.

It is undeniable that every Silver Knight, even the spirit, has been blunted to the point of being like a golem or a geist. But they are still great knights who have won the war of the ancient dragons.

This is Eldridge's tried-and-true 'eating trick'.

And because he had already consumed a lot of strength before, Gwendrin hadn't even been able to move himself far.

"Ahh

In the whispers of the soul, there is a cruel evil taste.

There is no intention of giving in, giving up, and never allowing yourself to show the weakness that can satisfy this monster in eating.

Because of his slow movement, the three of Gwendelin, the Broken Leg Giant, and the Silver Knight, who felt that they had found an opportunity to adjust and recuperate, were immediately forced to re-tense up.

But what is this power of use to me, a king who has given his life for the world and for the first fire? ’

In desperation, Gwendrin could only extend the magic blade on the staff once more and slash towards the giant's knee!

He personally cut off a leg of a man who had just saved him, and he was on the verge of collapse at this time, both physically and mentally.

This is the Silver Knights of the Guardian Gods.

Taking this opportunity, the giant blacksmith realized that he was the closest support to the god of the dark moon.

Immediately after breaking out of the illusion, the three Silver Knights followed the supreme order they had ever received, from the Shadow Sun.

It can do damage, but it's similar to what happened when Eldridge crushed Rosalia's followers in the Gloomy Chapel.

'I want to save you and save more people!' ’

Instead, he stepped back a bit.

Excluding the high-level forces such as the Salary King and the Protoss, each of them can be called a powerful heroic knight.

- Feeling the trembling of life while bathing in the sound of sorrow is the real way to eat.

And then we can be together. Leapfrog to the next era. With my help. ’

It is like a hunter who shows off his might, and feels that he has the chance to win, so he can observe the struggle of his prey with a relaxed attitude.

Getting closer

"Buzz!"

But suddenly, dozens of dark purple flying stars flew out of Gwendlin's staff, and then drifted towards Eldridge with a trailing trail.

(End of chapter)