At night, Gondenat is unearthed, silent as a ghostly place of death.

The white moonlight casts mottled moon shadows in the swirling dark clouds, adding a sense of weirdness and loneliness to the land.

Countless buildings are arranged in a compact row, without revealing gaps, like a continuous mountain range, on which inhabited the demon caves with fangs and claws.

"Damn."

Thunder Pattern is as agile as a silent civet cat, scurrying over the 'mountains', leaving a few faint afterimages.

He grinned, wilting and cursing. A frightening new tear was added to his ribs, and although the bleeding had stopped, he still stained a large area of his shirt red.

It was a memento of the long thorn that Cagald had worn as he had fled, and if he hadn't leaned over the slightest, he believed it would have pierced his heart without question.

The threat behind him has not diminished by half a point, like a venomous snake with a rattling tail, playing with its prey and reminding it from time to time, and the feeling of being bitten at any time almost drives him crazy.

He casually threw out the tarnished silver ring, which reverberated crisply in the distance, and then exploded with a faint thud.

It was the physical collapse of the magic tool after the transition overdraft.

At the beginning, Linald stuffed the silver ring to himself with the coin, threw most of the things and kept this personal carrying, its preciousness can be imagined, and he who loves money like his life is in a state of distress when he uses it.

And the damn thing undoubtedly drained its pathetic magic.

The blowing wind was like a huge bag, twisting and deforming with the air current, but it was dead entwined with the thunder pattern. The whole person was enveloped in it, bitterly cold, and with flickering resistance.

The overdraft of mana affected his spirit, and the flames in his head trembled like a wail from time to time, followed by a contraction, hollow pain.

And a chilling coolness seeped out of the faint blue flames, making the fried brain slightly more comfortable. Accompanied by fragmented and messy messages, like a burning flame licking through his entire brain, Revent inexplicably felt that these things had a huge effect on him, but he couldn't stop and think carefully.

Leaving only a distorted and tangled maddening picture, bringing a burst of ignorant realization.

"What is magic?!"

A question made up of countless tiny Mayyas, flashing with light, appeared in his mind like truth, and then quickly exploded into countless messy messages.

Revent felt like he had touched a door, but he didn't have the key to open it.

"There's no time to think, it's here!"

Raising an eyebrow, he forced his chaotic brain to calm down, but missed the chance to open the door.

The central square of Gondenate, with its hazy poetry in the messy moonlight, is indeed a rare ingenuity in the bitter cold land of the north, and the cookie-cutter architecture.

Lei Wente opened his hands and jumped directly from the building on the top floor, like a whistling harrier, when he reached the ground, his arm moved, and then a few rolls fell steadily to the ground.

Almost at the same time, a faint voice sounded behind him.

"You've always surprised me."

There was a hint of surprise in Cagard's tone, and he gently turned the pitch-black spikes and spoke.

"Having lost so much blood and still being able to run at this speed. Your body intrigues me, and I want to cut it open right away! ”

Licking the pitch-black spikes with his pale tongue covered with tongue coating, an eerie contradiction strongly irritated the eyeballs, and the dead fish's eyes were filled with astonishing fanaticism.

"It's over."

Rayvein turned around and patted his tattered clothes, with a Scarlet on his face.

"I think you can choose to get out of here safely now."

Cagald glanced around strangely, and there was nothing but the night wind.

"I'm curious."

He spoke faintly, with a little surprise.

"What is supporting your poor self-confidence?"

"You'll find out in a moment."

Lei Wente grinned at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly stepped on the spot, and the golden red fighting aura on his body flashed out of his body, and rushed directly with the sound of the whistling wind.

With a crisp sound of the bell, a deformed table knife was easily picked up by the assassin, and the smile on his face became even more strange, and he raised his hand holding the blade high, and the black thunder that exploded stabbed at Lei Wente.

At the same time, Revent's face changed violently.

"Wondering why your weird helper can't be summoned?"

With the words of playful abuse, a handful of scarlet scarlet soared into the sky.

Cagalde faintly walked over to the sweaty Thunder Thread, his expression was a kind of absolute dominance.

"What have you done?"

A large scar slashed diagonally from the ribs to the lower abdomen, and the Assassin picked it open alive. Raymond endured the huge pain and asked weakly.

Just now, at the moment when he tried to summon the red lotus, the space displacement point suddenly froze, and a tangible space was directly opened up from the insubstantial particles, and the whole person of the red lotus was sealed alive, like a solid cage of steel directly generated in the space and covered the prey.

And he had already discovered that Kagalde's strange black thorn had the attribute of completely ignoring the defense of the fighting spirit, and the fighting aura of his great sword master did not hinder him at all, no wonder it was the existence of a high-level sword saint who had killed it.

Although he didn't have any fighting spirit, his body was like a strange black hole, devouring all non-material matter.

With a strange smile, the assassin gently raised his left hand, a delicate necklace wrapped around it, and a faint glow shimmered on the hanging pendant.

"The blessing of Figaro, the god of space, is it beautiful? This was originally a defensive artifact, allowing the owner to hide in a separate space and be immune to all damage... But now it seems that the effect of using it to capture your helper is also very good! ”

He glanced at the pendant in a fit of fascination, and a bloody wound was added to Revent's body.

"You're too careless, the Empire's intelligence network isn't for watching! Except for your sudden promotion to the cultivation of the Great Sword Master, everything else is in the hands of the Empire. You know, you're like a disgusting bug to the Empire, something you can crush in addition to being disgusting. ”

"Your Highness has always been interested in your helper, and ordered me to bring him back in good condition. And you! Let's go to hell in peace. ”

With a smug and cold twisted laugh, Cagard put away the pendant in his hand, raised his sword, and stabbed Ravent in the throat. There would be no immediate death there, and he could even hear the wonderful struggle and broken howls of his prey.

"Who will go to hell!"

At this moment, an elegant voice full of magnetism suddenly sounded behind him.