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Alas, today I was going to change it on time, but it turned out to be a little worse...... The next ones should be fine, though......

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But the real Edward is also a part of it.

Like almost everyone else, it was a bystander—half of the body's power, or more than half of it was not under Edward's control—and he stood there, watching the spell burst out with some offensive intent, and unfolded, catalyzing the current Cheng dù.

Lightning, ice guns, and magic missiles are flying like waterfalls, energy shields are dense like nets, and flames bounce off the streamers on the layers of armor, one after another, one after another...... The air stream emitted a sharp roar along the way, and the air was either squeezed into a thin blade along the way, or it was pushed away from both sides by a huge force!

And I'm afraid that every spellcaster, no matter how superb or poor, will only have a surprise reaction when faced with this situation-because the two figures, one red and one black, have already escaped the category of so-called 'using spells', and they are simply endlessly extracting power from the surrounding space and from the magic net.

These forces collided with each other, and the storm of energy, drumming and expanding in the cavern, gradually became low.

It wasn't because the storm had weakened, but because they had peeled off countless stones, making the entire cave rumble incessantly! The original roof of the cave collapsed immediately, and the large rocks fell, and when they encountered those flickering lights, lightning and energy in the space, they had been shattered into countless ashes in an instant, but this misty fog could not fall into the range of tens of feet in the center of the storm at all, even the rocks on the top of the cave would be shattered within a few feet, and the drum would disappear without a trace!

And the eye of the storm is where the two of them stand.

Such a confrontation cannot be sustained......

The surprise lasted only a moment. Edward's heart. There was a flash of enlightenment.

The sound waves, which are beyond the limits of hearing, are spreading out and destroying in all directions. Devouring all the noise, for a moment, it seemed that only the heart was echoing in the ears with a powerful pulsation. The deep accent is like a war drum on the battlefield. Each blow strikes at people's most vulnerable, depths of consciousness.

The Staff of Kingship, an artifact that transcends common sense...... It's not complete now, and therefore it's impossible to exert the kind of power that even a god would be terrifying, but a few fragments of it can cause a terrifying power - it has pumped its magic effect to an almost perfect state, a missile that can turn into a storm, a bolt of lightning. can form a bunch.

But the higher-level power is not something that Edward can touch now-

It's not just that, as the opponent just said, that such an energy release will trigger 'their' awareness...... And he can clearly feel that his soul is connected with some powerful force, like inextricably linked, invisible lines, which are entangled one by one...... Around him, an invisible realm was opening. It was as if it was pulling out a dark mirror between the unreal and the real.

But it is deep and empty. Like the legendary Abyss Realm!

And from the abyss came a powerful and mysterious attraction that brutally crushed his will, dragging his consciousness into the darkness.

But how can it be, and it ends like this?

Edward gritted his teeth, condensing all the remnants of his spirit, restraining and expanding, barely resisting that strange gravitational pull...... The magic was still bursting through his fingertips like a tide, sweeping a ** storm in the space, but his eyes were already glowing with a silver arc of light.

A balanced battle situation is actually the most fragile thing, and if you want to destroy it, sometimes you only need the strength of a pinpoint, a touch at a critical point.

A series of ice spears, molded from the air, were undoubtedly the most terrifying blades of all, and their shrieks shot at the shadow in the red robe, and then disintegrated in the green light that suddenly appeared in the air, dissolving into nothingness.

"There is no point, we are equal in strength...... Stupid fellow, but if you insist on playing this trick, I can fight you for a few days, if 'they' don't bother......"

The caster in the red robe raised his head and let out a sharp giggle...... A touch of darkness condensed on his face, a mask as smooth as it was. Only in the hollow of his eyes, orange and red points of light danced, no different from the visions Edward had ever seen...... And the laughter did not shake the air, but reverberated in everyone's mind like a lich.

The laughter paused in the next moment.

Because the spirit condensed by the psychic warlock suddenly exploded...... Distorted reality, changed things, reversed reality, reshaped time and space!

The user of royal power, undeniably powerful...... The spiritual energy that is enough to make people sleepy in time for more than a dozen breaths has only a short impact on him...... But that's enough.

The second it disappeared was enough for several lightning bolts, coiled like poisonous snakes, and then poked out,

At the moment when the flow of time was twisted back to its original again, it swept over the red robe!

There was a thunderclap, and it was silent.

The storm froze, the flash flickered, the dust fell, and then fell silent, and the deep darkness belonging to the cave finally reoccupied most of the space, only on the cave that had been pierced, a touch of moonlight, quietly cut through the darkness, and fell on the flat ground swept by the storm, and also outlined the figures of everyone in the space.

"It turned out to be you...... What an honor to be able to meet you, the king of the fallen elves......" After a moment of silence, a hoarse sigh came out from the red robe that stood in place, and a series of rattling laughter ...... "Yes, you do have more vision than me, and you have chosen a more powerful being." For you and me, this result is better than expected, hehehe......"

The shrill laughter, echoing with the faint sound of the wind, was finally inaudible, and then, along with the body beneath him, slid to the ground, and then exploded with a thud, turning into a fine gray powder, which was scattered in all directions!

this time. Short. It's been a long time.

"It's over......" Edward straightened up, feeling a sharp pain all over his body, as if every inch of his skin had been torn to shreds. But that inexplicable joy. It quickly took over his heart - he raised his hand, and two flickering lights flew out of the dust that had once been his opponent......

But it's not over yet.

"Nope. El ......" a voice. Breaking the silence after the war: "No, no...... Nope!"

The psychic warrior who sat on the ground, muttered a whisper, and finally turned into a hoarse scream, her body flickered, and disappeared in place, and when she reappeared, she had already raised her long knife and pounced on Edward!

Blades like water. The knife is like the wind.

With an indomitable madness, he wanted to tear the figure apart, but the moment the long knife touched the opponent, the space around him changed...... Below her, there was only a mottled cave wall!

She slammed her head into it, and with a click, the terrible force of the impact shattered her shoulder bones almost immediately!And as she turned her head, she noticed the black shadow—from beginning to end. The figure of that person did not move at all, not even the figure he was holding in his arms.

It's space that's moving. It's the space she's always manipulated between the hands.

Two exploding magic missiles flew immediately, bursting with a large amount of blood! Among them, a severed arm flew up, but Edward's gaze was slightly stunned - the power of distorting space swayed slightly in the scattered blood mist, but the slender shadow was missing. With a flash of lightning, he turned his gaze and noticed that among the ashes, there was only one bright light left that was originally flickering!

The slender figure had now stepped into the void again, but Edward's gaze reflected the face that was about to disappear - in that pair of eyes, deep resentment and hatred condensed into a strange light. After a slight pause, it dissipates with the fluctuating space.

With a slight sigh, the Psychic Warlock withdrew his palm.

That flicker had been reduced to the cold silver metal of the tentacles in his hands. He subconsciously played with this necklace-like thing - with a few subtle and inconspicuous charms, no different from the two parts in his hand. And the faint energy on it is becoming one with its kind, and it is happily drumming.

But Edward's mood did not seem to be happy.

Kind of like that, but that's not ...... But just now, he should indeed be able to intercept that woman.

Now that the war has begun, it is natural to distinguish the winners and losers...... In war, there is no forgiveness, no mercy, no mercy, and no doubt...... Forgiveness is the mark of the weak, kindness is the mark of the weak, mercy is the mark of the weak, and doubt is the mark of the weak. The weak in the war are the fellow travelers of the losers.

As for who to kill and who to hurt? Is it right or wrong?

Edward didn't want to judge - there was no such thing as a simple right, wrong, good or evil, and Edward never wanted to be a savior or a hell warrior. He just wants to protect himself and take care of the people around him, that's all. He has always been a very simple person, and a person who is confused most of the time.

That's why I hesitated at that moment......

"You're just subconsciously refusing. A voice sounded in his heart, deep, soft, steady: "But you will soon understand that you cannot refuse, and that every wielder must establish the deepest connection with it, which is the source of their power...... Only by accepting can you do what you want. ”

"At what cost?"

"Yes, the price, there is a price to get anything, and the cost and the result have always been two sides of the same coin. The elf's voice was constantly weakening, like a sleepy person: "The price, some people think it is insignificant, some people hesitate because of it, as for you, how to judge, I don't know, but no matter what, it's your own choice." ”

"I will soon fall into a new slumber, but I believe that the next meeting will not be far away. Don't forget your mission now, otherwise, you will soon know that the road you face is not as smooth as you think......"

This is a warning.

Before the Psychic could comprehend the implications, what he needed to confront had arrived......

Edward is terrified!

His gaze involuntarily lifted upward...... Walk through the mountain wall, through the space......

In the endless height, it seemed that a pair of huge eyes suddenly opened, and the gaze like a flood of waves pierced through the dark sky and fell to the ground where he was!

Or maybe that's just an illusion. This gaze is in the blink of an eye. It has swept thousands of miles away, and the place where it now stands is only a small point in it—

But only this invisible glance. It's enough......

Enough to make people shudder.

Enough to make humans tremble.

In that moment, an extremely strong sense of danger enveloped Edward's entire mind...... Your own soul, your own strength. own a qiē. At this moment, it all became insignificant, he had no choice, no way to judge, he could only stand still...... I can't even look down, and I can't even take my eyes off it!

It was as grand as the sea, and as majestic as a hell.

In a moment, like eternity.

The feeling of sight faded in an instant, and it was fleeting. Disappear into infinite distance.

But it wasn't until countless years of ordinary moments that Edward took control of himself with difficulty, and felt that his soul had returned to its original place.

This instantaneous upheaval was no less than, or even far more than, the feeling he had ever felt on the verge of a dead reincarnation...... Edward's back was clammy and sticky, and cold sweat seemed to be pouring out layer by layer. Although Elena in her arms and Lisa, who was close at hand, didn't seem to be aware of this. But instinct sue sù Edward. The qiē that was just born should be true.

This world is different.

He couldn't help but mumble to himself.

This is how the world is. People are bound to a simple hierarchy of life, life, and existence...... There is no difference between high and low, only the difference in strength remains.

In the face of too many high-level forces, numbers, courage, wisdom, experience, status, nothing is useless, everything is just illusory, and only strength can deal with power. The difference in rank actually divides the most realistic classes in the crowd, and there is no equality between the different power classes. Just like in the grassland, lions never think about the mood of zebras, and rulers do not care about the rights and feelings of ordinary people or even low-level powers. Human rights and equality can only become a reality within the same or similar hierarchy of power, otherwise they are useless indignation and empty groans of the weak.

And the lives of all the weak are just symbols, not worthy of pity at all, and those who are high up never know what mercy is. Especially when a person stands too high and sees too far and wide, he will become like an ant at his feet, trampling to death and trampling to death, even if he sees it, it is not worth moving his feet at all.

Will I do the same?

No...... What belongs to oneself is one's own, and cannot be plundered, occupied, or used...... My will, my soul, my qiē, cannot dwell below anything, not even the slightest, the slightest slight!

After a long time, Edward took a deep breath.

He moved his body slightly, and under the torn robe, the originally hideous wounds had disappeared without a trace, and even the blood that had been soaked through the robe and scattered on the ground had dissipated at some point...... He seemed to be able to feel that the blood had returned to his body, running through it at high speed.

This is also one of the forces of royal power. However, this power made him raise his eyebrows......

"We ...... Victory, huh?"

Elena looked up slightly, as if she had just woken up from a dream. The cold moonlight shone on half of her face, casting a hazy shadow on her slightly tired and delicate face.

Her body was in a state of extreme emptiness, almost all of her body was depleted, and even the strength to lift her hand had been lost. But as soon as she woke up, she felt that the powerful arm was still there. Moreover, it began to warm up gradually, so she simply did not move, but just snuggled up in this warm and quiet haven.

On the side, the half-elf let out a grunt of dissatisfaction, grabbed Edward's arm fiercely, and held it in his arms. Edward could only smile wryly and shake his head.

"Let's go......"

The teleportation had sent them a short distance, but after a few more walks, they were already in a small city.

The slack of garrison here did not seem to have been affected in the slightest by the war, and even the three strangers, who looked a little down, and were armed, were not interrogated when they passed through the gates of Guò.

Well, actually, there may have never been a habit of checking off the armed men here—walking down the street, there was a crisp clanging sound from the blacksmith shops on both sides, and several knights were leading their mounts through the side, looking for a suitable hotel, and although it was already nightfall, the streets were full of people with all kinds of weapons, who seemed to be mercenaries, but their manners were more standardized and elegant, so that the weapons and armor seemed to be stained with an elegant and shiny smell on their bodies.

Moreover, the streets and alleys here are far more noisy and messy than those in some big cities...... All kinds of dialects are mixed in the lingua franca, and it is unusually messy, because it is very likely that the speaker is a dwarf with a beard and a dwarf in strange costumes...... Even some tall and strong, blue-faced and fanged people with green skin don't seem to be abnormal people here.

And those pure-blooded humans are not quite the same as a few people have seen - they are more slender, with high noses and deep eyes, and some reddish-brown skin in the skin. The proprietors of several shops have long beards and carefully repaired water chestnut horns at the ends......

Repair to the edges?

Edward couldn't help but shake his head...... I remember a saying on the mainland, using "like the imperial people's Hu Xiang Fangzhi" to indicate something that has been done well or done carefully.

So, these three Tumenians are likely to be swimming in an imperial city? (To be continued......

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