"The figure that lurks in the night, the demon who weeps under the dark moon, please respond to the anger in my heart, please turn into an eternal cage, and put the foolish human beings in front of me into endless darkness!—the dark cage!"

When the spell ended, a powerful dark magic coalesced in front of Brooke. In mid-air, a huge square black cage suddenly fell, like a giant iron pot that had been burned black from the sky.

In the next moment, Brant only felt that it was dark in front of him, and the necromancer who was close at hand suddenly disappeared. His eyes could see no light, his ears could not hear the slightest sound, and his nose could not smell the slightest breath...... The one qiē around, all the one qiē, are cut off from him.

All that remained around Brandt was darkness, the deepest darkness, and in the darkness there was only himself wandering and sighing! And the darkness was brewing in his heart a nameless fear, as if it were a murderous demon devouring his soul!

The necromancer's cold, blue eyes stared at the dark cage in front of him. "It's time to end the game," his tone irrepressibly sneered, "reckless and ignorant little ghost, you will truly experience the despair and fear that comes with loneliness and darkness!"

On the city walls, fierce battles continued.

The scarred knights, under the leadership of Sir Lyon, still fought bravely and tenaciously against the necromantic creatures dozens of times their size. But at this moment, the scales of victory have been completely tilted in favor of the tireless army of the undead.

Luke the Giant and Rhaegar the Flower of the Knight did their best to resist the Death Knight's powerful onslaught, and if it weren't for Father Morris's continued blessing spells, they would have been able to heal their blood. Captain Luke and Knight Rhaegar have long since been defeated by the sword of the Death Knight.

Father Morris and Pastor Martin are incessantly casting. The magic power contained in the body is close to exhaustion. And their faces were as pale as the dead. It seems that at any moment he may throw himself into the arms of the Father, or fall into the endless abyss.

Under the city gates, Henry 'Grizzly 'Grizzly' alone fought against the necromantic warriors swarming down from the city walls with a heavy sword in his hand, while the bloodied Baron Kane and the Rand Knight led the remaining fifty soldiers to defend the city gate with the determination to die.

At this moment, there is no one to help Brant, who has rushed into the enemy camp, to escape, and he is alone and has to rely on his own strength to break through the shackles of magic.

Brant found himself in a dark cage, where there was no light, no wind, and no way out. Even if he had bright eyes, he couldn't see a glimmer of light. So he cast a fireball spell to light a beam of light in the lost darkness.

All around the fire. It's still endless darkness. He stood helplessly in place, in this never-ending darkness, neither side was his direction. Brandt told himself that darkness is not terrible, what is terrible is that there is no courage and faith to challenge it!

With the light reflected in the fireball, he lowered his hand and moved his steps silently. Then he saw a door in front of him, and he was ecstatic to embrace it, but behind that door - there was another darkness, and on the other side of the darkness there was also a door, as he passed through it......

In this dark cage. How many doors are there, how many people want to find a real exit from the darkness, how many people have experienced this torment of despair, and how many have left in this lonely fear?

I wish there was a rope in the sky, Brandt thought. I'm going to hold it firmly and won't let go. He cowered in fear, as if all the qiē around him were about to swallow him, and he was faced with endless darkness.

He realized that this brief encounter with the necromancer was over, or rather lost. To his surprise, the price of failure would be the endless darkness and the despair and fear that sprung up in his heart.

Time passed quickly with Brandt's popping heartbeat, fear creeping through his breathing.

At this moment, his mind was blank, he felt that he was the only one in time, and there was darkness all around, and he was so scared that he didn't know how to die even if he died. Everything is scary, just want to get out of this place that scares him.

Brant felt his limbs grow cold, and he couldn't open his mouth, and he felt his heart beat weaker, and of course it would jump a few times suddenly. His suspicion that he was dying and was about to die was not unfounded. In this enclosed space, he felt that he was about to suffocate, very uncomfortable, his hands and feet were weak, and even his brain became drowsy.

He felt as if there was a force behind him pushing him, pushing him, as if urging him to step into the temple of death. Somehow, he was so disgusted with this. He was reluctant to be pushed by any force, and he hated the terrifying darkness that was crowding the already narrow space.

Brandt shouted loudly with all his might, "I hate it rather than live like this, and I will want to reject." So Brandt waved his hand as hard as he could, he wanted to break free from this disgusting darkness, he wanted to leave room for his own death, and he had to sing and dance in life or death.

At this moment, Brant seemed to hear another voice, which seemed to be the result of his vigorous wave......

"Lift my seal, and I will lead you through this dark cage. The clear, melodious voice was sharp and sharp. Maybe it's because it's a matter of life and death.

This is the first time since Phoenix was sealed that he has spoken to each other with telepathy. She decides to help the dying boy break free from the call of hell.

Brandt noticed that the flamingo pattern on his right arm was getting brighter and brighter, and he felt a powerful force in his body to break through the seal. After Brant hesitated for a moment, the corners of his mouth began to squirm slightly, and his weak palm slowly sealed.

He had no choice, even if he was unwilling to lose this hard-won power.

"In the endless loneliness of indifference, the Lord of Creation who stays, in the eternal sorrow of emptiness, the spirit of doom who shuttles, the supreme being that controls the real and the illusory, please listen to my request, intersect light and darkness, draw the final boundary, and lift the seal of bondage!"

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light broke free from Brandt's arm, and a heart-rending sensation instantly spread throughout his body. Suddenly, a flamingo wrapped in blue flames appeared in front of Brant, and the blazing light of the fire illuminated the darkness around him at the same time.

The flamingo waved its golden, glittering wings and sped towards the pitch-black sky like a fiery meteor shuttling through the infinite darkness. In an instant, the flamingo broke through the dark cage that imprisoned Brant.

Brant looked up at the sky, and suddenly, he noticed a bright silver color—the moon. Around it, there was a faint hazy light. In this black brocade is a unique embellishment, it is the passage from darkness to light! (To be continued......