Dance of the Dragons.

These animals rarely fly, but when they do, they often dance in the sky; It's a great way to express that they fought to the death. For the territory, for mating, for gold. They fought with their claws and flames, destroying the countryside until one victor remained.

However, Tai never imagined that such a thing would happen to him; He will transform into a dragon and dance with swords and spells as the universe burns.

He and Madelot circled each other, [the Death Knight] urging himself and his mount. Gone was his already thin mask of intellect; His anger and madness are on full display.

"Life is a battle, Walter!" Madero roared, using his catastrophic power, Claymore, to charge at Tye. The weapon killed his own nieces and nephews. "A battle that will never let you breathe!" Never let you rest! Keep spitting in your face! Life is a constant war that only ends when we die!"

"Then kill yourself, lest I trouble you!" The embers of their former friendship have been extinguished, and only mutual contempt remains.

Walter hurried back, keeping his distance as long as he could, and then returned fire with a chilling blizzard. If Medrot had gained his powers from Suth, the Fire King, then he should have been inherently vulnerable to the Frost elemental.

As his mount visibly struggled, the undead knight advanced in the cold, white runes appearing on his armor. The symbol of the Song of Disaster, Queen of Winter.

The [Death Knight]'s sword did not waver, but pierced Tae's chest with great skill. The flames of the sword bypassed all the protection of the necromancer as if they were non-existent, including his formlessness. Evil steel pierced Thai's thighs, and dark, screaming souls poured out instead of blood.

Ty roared and teleported a few meters away, but Medlot immediately caught up with him; Like any experienced warrior, he knows not to let the caster benefit from distance. Tai tries to slow down the Death Knight with an explosion and magic arrows, but his attack is deflected off the way by the Knight.

The two Fiannas behind Medlot weren't slouches either. The Wyvern Knight in the duo has swapped out his weapon for some kind of sacred axe, which he can use even in his immortal state; He always tries to flank Tye from the flanks and reduce his room for manoeuvre. The Knight of Pagasus turned out to be a spellcaster, attacking from the side with sharp winds and lightning. Tai is naturally resistant to these elements, but he is also not immune to them.

Since the necromancer also can't be easily healed and has to keep his SP under control, the necromancer focuses on dodging with his super flying skills, which proves impossible. Like a man scattered across three corpses, the undead trio gathers towards the necromancer; The Republicans outflanked Tye and brought Medlaot close.

"The clock stops!" Ty roared once, and there was no choice, freezing the world, the army on the ground, and Fianna.

However, by some kind of miracle, Medlot and his dragon mount continued to move in the time they stopped.

"I tried! The Death Knight roared, and the wolf Fenrir emblem appeared on his armor. An ice spear in the shape of a fanged one appeared around Walter, and a magical large mouth bit down on the prey. "I've tried it many times!" Do you think my undead are a gift, Walter? This is my punishment! Separated from the people I love the most! Forever miserable and miserable!"

Silent with contempt, Tyne raised his scepter Apophis, casting a new spell before the crampons approached him. "Styx".

A swirl, ghostly stream of water appeared around the necromancer, taking the shape of a snake. The structure of the liquid spreads in all directions, like a thousand serpents longing for souls; They shattered the jaws, attacked the Fiana River, and surrounded the island of Medrut. The dragon mount unleashed a torrent of flames that knocked them back, but some of the flames struck its belly, causing the beast to scream.

Maderot's armor makes the projectile bounce back harmlessly. "Are you happy?" He roared, summoning a burst of blue flames that vaporized the water from Walter's body. "Do you like the way it is, you rotten snake?" No joy, no happiness, nothing?"

"I'm alive," Tye replied, the phrase beating the other options. "That's all that matters. The undead are not static, they are dynamic! This can be improved! My magic can make you whole, Madora!"

"I don't think the years have diluted your arrogance as a wizard!" Med

AUT replied. "Some problems can't be solved with spells, Walter!"

"Actually, I've created quite a few for you," the necromancer replied, aiming at everyone with his scepter (Apophis). "[Walter's Ski.]

flaye

]。 ”

As soon as time recovers, this effect begins.

The skin of Fianna, the skin of their mount, and the skin of Medlot's dragon mount, were all stripped off. The scales, the feathers, all that covered their blood and veins, flew away like cloth blown away by the wind; They gathered around Tai and fused with his ethereal cloak to form flying tentacles. Some he used to stitch up wounds on his thighs to prevent more souls from flowing out.

These mounts are the only living creatures among Tye's enemies, and they let out a wail of pain loud enough to drown out the sound of explosions and artillery fire. However, there is one more thing that haunts the necromancer. His spell range includes Medro, and while he doesn't have skins, he should at least be made aware of them. It doesn't.

Why don't his spells work? He can hide his weaknesses in certain elements and schools of magic, but not all!

Unless...

"Impossible......" The undead light in Tye's eyes trembled when he realized the truth.

"It's a great example," Medlot said, channeling dark energy through his mount to keep it alive. "I have divine immunity to magic."

Impossible. "As long as time permits, there is no obstacle that magic cannot overcome!"

"Your time is running out, Walter," said Medlawt, ordering the wounded Fianna to abandon the offensive and change tactics. "This is the end."

The two undead commanders of [the Death Knight] flew down and headed for the hole below that led to Nastron. Apparently, Medlaut could have his deputy go and destroy the roots, instead of doing it himself.

Tay immediately flew behind them, ready to cast [Meteor Shower]. However, the Pegasus Knight immediately fought back against him, covering her fellow Wyvern and letting him fall towards the hole.

If only they had the blood he could manipulate!

Tay stretched out his skin tentacles and successfully closed the passage for the duo, forcing them to dive into the water to avoid the active limbs. However, Medlot chose to cast a spell on himself at this moment, and the symbol of the Midgard Serpent Jomongander flashed on his armor.

"[Rune of Destruction]." Tay draws an invisible symbol in the air as revenge.

Suddenly, Maderot's magic vanished, much to his surprise. His team of Knights of Pagasus tried to summon a bolt of lightning at Tai, knocking him down like a fallen angel, but the runes also broke the spell.

"As I thought, you're only immune to magic damage." Tay said, quickly carving a second rune into the air. "You're still affected by magical effects. Not all, but somewhat. (Make a yellow sign)!"

A golden, sickly symbol of sorcery shone in a cloud of ashes, its glow bathing every warrior in evil energy.

Med

AUT is not immune to everything, but he has too many defenses to fall victim to spiritual domination. His control over the undead slave also protects his puppets from Tye's control.

But their mounts ......

While Medero's skinning dragon resists attempts at mind control, Fianna's beasts succumb to Tai's command; This symbol overwhelmed their primitive thoughts. The necromancer immediately ordered them to enter the hell where their army had begun in Leonis.

Obeying his spiritual commands, the mount dragged the rider and flew away. Like arrows, they knocked Fianna into their cremation pit and disappeared from Tha's sight.

Medlot watched the scene angrily, but didn't let it affect his resolve. Instead, he orders his skinning dragon to rush straight at Tye, who considers his options. Cast accelerated stack VIII and IX spells cost twice as fast as usual, and while his perks optimize his magic efficiency, his power is not unlimited. Even his blood ring was almost dry. He has to make every attack count.

Medlot thinks he can defeat any spellcaster, but magic isn't the only weapon in Tye's arsenal.

After all, he was a disaster.

With his innate racial abilities, Tye inhales and releases a cloud of poison. The breath began to rapidly devour the flesh of the dragon mount, revealing all the bones. But Medrot was confident in his undead immunity, and he succeeded. Unable to dodge or teleport quickly, Tai instinctively raised his scepter Apophis and skin tentacles as a defense.

Medero's Claymore slice everything like butter.

It shattered the dragonbone scepter, splitting its tentacles in two, bypassing all magical protection, and eventually stabbing into Tye's cloak and flesh. The sword passes through his left shoulder and continues through his torso, potentially slicing him off entirety if his momentum is a little better.

Meanwhile, Tai's weapon detonated in an explosion of necromantic energy, knocking both enemies back. Medlot's sword left a flame on the necromancer's wounds, and the blue flames were quickly extinguished by the icy darkness that poured out of his body.

However, despite his anger at the destruction of his weapon, feeling intense physical pain for the first time in months, Tay couldn't help but laugh.

Because the rot has begun to spread on the burning bones of Maderot.

"Impossible...... (Poison)?" (The Death Knight) looked over his shoulder and hissed. Rot spreads over him, and his flames can't stop anything. "I'm immune to this!"

"Do you know what's different between us, my old friend? You're a pessimist, and I'm an optimist. You think there are some problems that can't be solved; I don't think there's anything I can't do. ”

Tye said as he ordered some skin tentacles to rotate around the two parts of his body and sew them together. Despite the blow to his health, he managed to regain his health.

"Any problem can be solved with the judicious use of available resources," the necromancer confidently declared. "It's like my natural [Breath of Decay] reduces [toxin] immunity to resistance. A terrible venom that can even poison the soul. Even the undead I created to eat. ”

Aware of the danger, Medro ordered his dying dragon to back off before attempting to heal. "[Loki's Dark Miracle-]"

Predictable. "[Niehogg's kiss]."

This spell was not intended to deal direct damage, but it was successful in affecting Maderot. [Death Knight] protects himself from Freezing Time because he wants the high-level caster to use spells like [Clock Stop].

But none of the undead would have expected a disease-based attack.

Med

AUT can no longer revoke [poison] disease. [Poison damage is doubled.]

The pale snake invented this combined spell, and it was very effective. Medero's divine magic failed to remove the poison that consumed him. Even the forces of other calamities could not save their warriors from their own strength.

"It's like Thor would kill the Midgard Serpent, only to be killed by its venom." Tye said. "Today, a great warrior will also be poisoned to death."

The undead can only have one liege.

The mad [Death Knight] let out a roar, and his bones burned, rotted, and regenerated in a continuous cycle. Even when he was hurt, Medlot possessed an advanced healing factor, which was given to him by his dark master. Apparently, he had lost more health than he had recovered, and the rot was slowly creeping, but it would take some time for the venom to destroy him.

Nagelfa may have exorcised his immortal soul, but the conditions were not right at the time. The stone on Thai's forehead was useless either.

Feeling like I can't win this protracted battle, Med

AUT changed tactics and ordered his bleeding mount to pounce on the hole, gambling everything to reach the root before [Poison] finished him. Walter chased after him, grabbing the dragon's wings with the rest of his skin tentacles, snapping them off with a snap.

At the last minute, Medlot did something unexpected.

He was startled.

The knight jumped off his mount, but did not jump to the hole. Instead, he aimed at the surprised Tye, who was already too close.

"Accelerate—"

Medlot's sword pierced Ty's chest, exactly where his heart should have been before he teleported. The magic on the sword invalidates Tae's own buff, canceling his flight and informability.

The necromancer let out a roar of pain, and he felt the flames burn within him, and he and the dragon fell in different directions. The beast was now a rotting corpse, crashing into Tay's shop and nearby houses. Whether it was a coincidence, or a terrible joke by fate, the necromancer did not know.

But it made him very angry.

Tai managed to control the flight path to some extent, trying to smash Medrot's head with his bare hands; But the mad knight kept twisting his sword and wouldn't let go. Two undead crashed to the ground near the edge of Nastrand's cabin, blowing dust and ash in all directions.

Warn you that your HP is below half!

"Annie, teleport over and open the box!" Tai contacted his apprentice through psychic messages. He tried to cast a spell to force the knight to leave him, but Medolot stomped heavily on his head with his iron boots. The necromancer felt a vicious crack in his jaw.

"It's already started!" She replied, not contradicting her teacher.

"So you can still feel the pain, even if you're a god." Medlaw said, pulling the sword from Tye's chest, and quickly stabbing him through the chest again and again. Like the poison he was infected within, Mederot's flames spread within him, even devouring the souls that made up his body of calamity.

"Not as good as you," Tai replied hissing like a snake, his reason overwhelmed by primitive instincts.

Flames erupted from Medlawt's rotting skull, and he lifted his Cremo over Tay's head, intending to shatter his skull this time. His voice changed, from a twisted man to an angry demon. "I don't feel anything but pain!"

Tai responded with a reptilian roar, sending a telepathic message to his reinforcements.

Before he could finish the final blow, Delinom Demiric instantly moved behind Medlot.

Before he could catch a glance at the newcomer, the dragon bit him by the neck. Due to his spell enhancements, Medlot was as big as a dragon, so the sudden attack didn't kill him immediately. It did, however, force him into a pile of wreckage, giving Tye room to recover.

The necromancer got back to his feet, leaving Maderot struggling on his mount while casting more spells on himself. He glanced at the edge of the cave and the Nastron below. His lair is intact and the cathedral is still standing.

Then, silently, Tay ordered all his remaining skin to wrap around his body like a bandage, trying to tie himself together. He looks more like Sbuck than Asclepius. "This is my last gift to you, old friend!" The necromancer said, muttering incantations as he kept Maderot busy with his Linom cards. "The peaceful oblivion you crave!"

Then, the sky shattered like glass, and lava fell from the sky like droplets.

[Calamity Survivor] activates [Calamity Force (Age of Fire)].

Global temperatures will rise at a rate of 4 degrees per hour, and hell will begin spontaneously. The [Fire] effect reduces Resistance to Weakness and [Fire] Immunity to Resistance.

Tay glanced up and saw where the sun was supposed to be.

An armoured fire giant the size of a hill managed to squeeze his arm in. His hands were bigger than the streets, and the flaming sword he wielded ......

Tai had never seen such a large weapon. Claymore was the size of Lyons' bridge, brighter than the sun. As it radiated heat, its bearer let out a battle cry, his voice like the echo of a catastrophic volcanic eruption.

"It's all burned!"

The sword of Satelle fell on Leons and set the world on fire.

Hagen loves to kill.

Some people think he likes to fight, but they are wrong; While he appreciates the contest of skill and weapons, his true mission is to tear others to shreds. The criminals, taking pleasure in bringing down the "glorious" knights, slowly deprived them of illusions of a just world. When you lived as long as Durahan, you had some strange hobbies.

So he doesn't like to fight the soulless dead.

His scepter collided with a fiery red spear, and his shield collided with an icy spear. The skeleton he fought with had once been a member of the Fianna, but had now become a mindless killing machine; One man went on the offensive without saying a word, forcing both sides into a stalemate. His bones were as black as charcoal, and his chest was covered in golden armor that even Hagan's magical scepter could not penetrate. The fighter was quick and left no room for Durahan to recover.

By the time Fianna led Medlot's army into the city, the battle had already moved from the gates to the streets. Due to lack of space, Hagen even had to expel his Phantom mount and fight on foot. Everywhere he looked, Tye's best friend saw burning houses, piles of corpses, and cracks in space. Flame giants emerge from them in droves, giants stepping on warriors like ants, destroying barricades with their blazing blades.

While Hagen led an undead legion on the ground in an attempt to pin down Medlaw's commanders and elites, Lady Searle protected in the rear. Using Nihogg's dark magic, she summoned a purple undead giant worm larger than a dragon. The creatures attacked the fire giants and the giant winter wolves, and the priestess supported them with a purple glow.

Caster. Always so show-off.

However, the battle went surprisingly smoothly. Thanks to teleporters hidden in the city, the defenders managed to summon an indestructible golem and slime cauldron behind enemy rear. Before dueling with the axe-wielding Fianna, the massive machine breaks through the hordes of attackers.

Hagen didn't know who he was supposed to be more impressed with. A mindless puppet can take on a legendary warrior, or a warrior can take on a huge, almost indestructible machine on his own.

Channeling the forces of evil through his scepter, Hagen successfully repelled the pikemen, and the commander retreated with a hooded group of Calamity cultists. Given the current situation, it is likely that they will decide to regroup with other forces and return en masse to overwhelm Hegen's positions.

The ghost string chose that moment to appear, appearing in stages in the soil.

"Asclepius broke their path with a meteor." The ghost explained, quickly providing a report, and then using telepathy to throw a giant wolf at a group of enemy mages. "Their dead have risen and spread confusion among their ranks"

At last. They have reached a tipping point where the number of deaths exceeds that of the living. If they could hold out for a few more hours...... "Princess?"

"She came from the east and blew a hole in the flank of the troops."

"It's time," Kurakan whispered. "The stage has been set."

"But the chief is still busy dealing with Medlot."

He'll be fine. Hagen looked at the sky, trying to find Walter in the smoke.

Instead, he watched as the sun set over them.

No. Not the sun. A huge shining sword.

The Republicans did not retreat and regroup. They fled in extreme fear.

"Oh my God......" Seeing this terrible scene, Mrs. Selt whispered, unable to finish her sentence.

"Hidden!" Kurakan shouted, but it was too late.

Suter's greatsword struck the center of Rhaenys's body, blasting it into flames.

First, an earthquake shook the entire city, and subsequent explosions razed it to the ground. A huge cloud of flames, debris, ash, and pyroclastic smoke spread around the point of impact, vaporizing all nearby buildings; Then, it spread further, destroying houses, burning monsters, shattering windows, and even destroying the façade of the city. Tons of dust and debris erupt in the atmosphere, just like a volcano erupts in the center of a city.

Although far from "Return to Zero", Hagen and his companions were still hit head-on by the flood of pyroclastic clouds. The undead turned into gray-white statues, the worms of Lady Shelr and their enemies were blown away like straw, and the Dura Khan was thrown backwards, crashing into a pile of burning corpses.

The attack cut the city in half, separated by a wall of flames.

Slowly, Calamity Su

t

Raise his sword and prepare for a second attack. It will destroy the city and wipe out all the survivors.

"The world is destroyed!"

A massive lightning bolt struck the arm of the almighty God of Calamity, causing his sword to deflect its course.

A spatial rift opened, an entrance different from that created by convergence; A rainbow bridge that disperses the smoke and illuminates the darkness. A troop of cavalry galloped on it, aiming to challenge Sartre himself.

A cyclops rides a multi-legged horse and wields a lightning spear and leads a group of flying shields.

The father of the gods has gone into battle.

“Ghost

i

g !” Kurakan shouted, regaining his senses. His armor began to melt, and his shield and arms melted together. “Ghost

i

g。 ”

Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The people of Durahan could not even detect the ghosts wandering the area.

Even ghosts can be burned to death.

Immortals can too. The explosion scorched the right half of Mrs. Sear's body, and Hagen could even see the bones underneath. Her robes were on fire and her whole body was burned. Previously she was a beautiful goddess, now she looks more like an undead than a living person.

Fit.

The chief didn't do a good job of masking the weakness of regeneration against fire; This is not an innate ability, but is acquired through tattoos and spells. The fire bypassed it, preventing her from fully recovering.

However, the fact that the woman was still able to breathe was impressive. Beneath her outward vulnerability, the priestess was a strong man.

"I feel numb," Soult admitted, her voice hoarse as she exhaled a cigarette. The flames must have consumed her nerves and lungs.

"Can you walk?" Hagen asked, he couldn't touch her or the molten steel would splash on her.

"I've experienced something worse." She whispered, struggling to her feet. Although she needs a flying charm to help her. She glanced at the sky, only one eye still working.

The Lord of Esir and his army tried to drive Suter back from the gate, but he simply got too close and caused some of the Valkyries to spontaneously combust.

"Odin...... He can't win," Soult whispered, "Suter is the most powerful god of calamity, destined to kill Esir, set the World Tree on fire, and then perish in his own flames. Why? Why is the Father of All Gods here?"

Kurakan didn't care at all. As the damage is done and more Fire Giants arrive, survival is his top priority. "Do you still have an SP?"

"Very little," she admitted.

"Then flee and evacuate through the teleporter," Hagen ordered, knowing her importance. He didn't care about the priestess, but Walter did; It's good for her and the elixir of life in her veins.

"What about you?" The priestess asked, frowning.

Ah, she cares. "I will gather as many of our own people as I can to rejoin you," Durahan said. "But if we don't show up within 15 minutes, let's assume we're dead."

“But—”

"Run," Hagen commanded. "The city has been lost."

"Where?!" she asked angrily. The world is burning!"

"Do you have faith in him?"

The words left the priestess speechless, and she was speechless. Without waiting for an answer, Hagen called his ghostly mount to his side and ran north, where Percy and the other immortals had been last time. The priestess took one last look at him, then flew in the other direction, believing in Walter's plan.

Hagen rushed as fast as he could, and Fianna and the Fire Giant chased after him on foot. They identified him as a key target, the commander of the defenders; They won't stop until they crush him. However, the Durahan could outpace them. He is good at escaping.

But then, another group of familiar people blocked his way through the flames.

"Betrayal ......"

Hagen stopped, and a mad prince foamed at him like a mad dog.

"Looking for them?" Morgan Sigrinder held Percy and Robin's charred and lifeless heads in both hands.

Ryoma's sword still has their blood on it. Apparently, the divine weapon, empowered by Hale's evil magic, even bypassed the immortality and rebirth granted by Walter's elixir. The swordsman glared at Durahan with utter hatred, apparently trying to intimidate him.

"Hey, it's a little porter," Hagen mocked his previous victim, disapproving.

"You ......" the swordsman hissed, raising his sword, while the possessed Arthur simply rushed towards Hagen like a wild boar. Only the archers did not attend this rally, perhaps looking for a position that would be the most suitable for sniping the Durahans.

"It's over." Little Morgan said, tossing both heads aside, and then using his fingertips to teleport Helheim's evil energy out. "You dead souls, it's time to go back to the grave"

"As you wish?" Hagen replied, gauging his odds. Heroes of the Dead on the Frontline; Fianna in the back. There were no reinforcements in either case.

He was cornered.

This is the fate that awaits a scoundrel like Hagen; If you rebel against the law, the enforcers will push you into a corner. It doesn't matter if the law is sacred or deadly. But he can still run. Make a last-ditch gamble and try to break through the encirclement.

…

No.

The next target is Walter. Hagen knew about the plan, but his troops needed more time to complete it. If he dies now, the fate that awaits him will be terrible, but the other option is even worse.

This is the most pragmatic decision. If he escapes and Walter dies, then the end of the world will come, and all of Hagan's efforts will be in vain. If Walter survives, he will find a way to bring Durahan back. Necromancers always have a way.

The woman thinks that Hagen is a non-believer...... But he was not a man who did not believe in God.

"I don't regret it, Walter," Hagen said. "It's amazing."

He raised his mace and ordered his horse to charge, and the hero of death and the Fianna gathered towards him, like a pack of wolves uniting against a bear.

"I had a lot of fun."

When Satyre's sword slashed at Leonis and split it in half, the hole around the buried city collapsed with it.

When Tay regained his consciousness and composure, he lay face down in the square of Naström; His body was covered in holes and open wounds. Tons of rock fell on the streets, smashing old buildings and snake statues. The flames of Sirte had begun to spread towards it, though the mist of Helheim slowly extinguished them.

Linom Demiric died by Ty's side, forever. Its charred bones were blackened by fire and ashes. Not even dragons can survive the wrath of Sirter the Destroyer.

At least the cathedral is still standing, protected from damage by an ancient parapet.

But so did Medero.

The Death Knight was half-rotten and limping, but he still climbed the stairs of the cathedral with ferocious determination; The blow dissipated all of his magical protection, shattering his armor and returning him to his normal size. He's just a skeleton that won't fall.

If it were someone else, he would have collapsed to the ground in fright, but the fire of revenge in his heart was still burning. His desire to destroy everything kept him going, and now he was just a few steps away from victory.

Tay quickly stood up and rushed to his former friend, trying to shake off Styx.

Instead, his magic vanished.

SP is not enough.

Not now! He doesn't even have any money left in his belongings!

With no other choice, despite his contempt for rough physical contact, Tye accepts the last means at his disposal: his body. The same instinct that led him to consume Bailey and countless other, reptilian brains asserted its dominance.

He would kill Medlot the old way. The way of the dragon.

Eat him whole, first of all feet!

With a reptilian roar, Tai opened his mouth, stretched out his hands, and charged towards the Death Knight. Medolot glanced back, empty eyes filled with hatred and fear. He knew he was in the Dragon's Lair, and now the beast had woken up.

The knight wanted to speed up, but the necromancer ran faster. Soon, Tye's hands were ready to grab his foe and slam his face into the stairs.

It's just that a black arrow hit the stone on the necromancer's forehead. The projectile pierced the gem, shattered it, and then pierced Tay's skull.

Huge damage!

Tay let out a wail of pain, and the stone exploded into a miasma and screaming souls. The tips of arrows pierced his brain and soul, and the hideous faces that made up his body howled like an orchestra.

Possessed Take

U stood above the cathedral and raised his bow.

"Distance"

Without saying a word or showing mercy, the puppet fired a second bullet at the necromancer, severing his left hand and breaking his spell. If he can cast it with his depleted reserves. The Death Knight took advantage of this reprieve, turned his back to Tye, and continued his ascent.

Warn! Health matters! Warn! Warn!

The necromancer hissed and endured excruciating pain. The souls that made up his shell began to leave him like exorcised ghosts, and the tainted sacred weapon completely destroyed them.

"You've lost your protection, darling."

How long had she been waiting for this moment, standing far beyond his assumptions?

She stepped out of the fog around Nastrand with a pleasant smile on her face. Her eyes sparkled with terrible enthusiasm and joy; A ferocious beast has finally driven its prey into its lair.

Medlot entered the cathedral and put an end to it all.

"I won," he whispered.

Anne stayed safely in the gray-white ruins of the Brocksamud Forest, watching the terrible battle from afar.

Leonis was razed to the ground by the bombardment and Sartre's attack, covered in fire. The cracks widened, and lava and molten steel poured down like a flood. The sky was filled with smoke, and she couldn't see what was happening on the ground.

Lord Odin himself appeared on the battlefield and repelled Calamity Su from the rift

t

, his lightning spear Gu

g

i

Laevatei with the flaming sword

Collide. But the flames engulfed the lord of Asgard, threatening to burn him to death.

This... This is the end. It's all over.

She still has a card to play. It was her last choice.

The witch held her breath, picked up the box entrusted to her by her mentor, and opened it.

Darkness spreads and consumes everything.