Section 6: Primal Fear

"No one can live alone, we must rely on each other. Perhaps, it's not that we're afraid of being alone, it's that we can't be alone. Loneliness is not an abstract thing, but a blank space in the mind. 」

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One

A middle-aged man with unkempt hair sits in the corner of a modest tavern, with a dozen empty bottles, two golden tequilas, and a wooden wine glass in front of him. The man was drunk, his eyes were half-closed, his brown cheeks were flushed, and he kept muttering a name - "Oriana"

"Fifteen bottles of tequila, Mr. Refik, please pay!" said a boy dressed in gray coarse cloth, who looked like a young man in the tavern, and whose clothes and trousers were cut from a fabric and badly faded.

"Oriana, Oriana......" The man named Refik did not hear the boy and continued to talk to himself.

"Mr. Refik!" the boy held out a hand to touch Refik, but retracted in fear, "Mr. Refik——!" he shouted as he put his mouth into the other's ear, and some of the good guests in the tavern looked at him.

"Uh-huh, Oriana......" Refik snapped his ears and leaned on the table, snoring like thunder.

The young man looked helpless, and just then, a tall, muscular black-haired man pushed him away. The creature had a rectangular face covered with crosshair, beard, and facial hair, and it was scary, but what was even more frightening was the thick arms, which looked thicker than the little man's thighs.

"Refik!?is this the one who paid a lot of money to the boss?" the dark-haired man spoke, feeling like he was talking to something, and with his thick voice, it was not easy for people to hear what he was talking about.

"That's right, 'Steelskin'! That's him!" said a bald man, dressed in a brown silk robe, with a broad waist and a fat body, and a belly as big as a pregnant woman.

"I'll teach him a lesson! Today's wine money—" The man, who was nicknamed Steelskin, pointed with his thumb to the wooden table behind him, which had many empty wine bottles and plates left with only scraps, "Excuse me!"

The boss counted the bottles with his eyes, then looked at Refik, who was snoring loudly on the table, "You'll have to pay half the price!" he said, crooking his neck.

"Deal——!" Steelhide said as he raised his fist and smashed at Refik, just as someone kicked the door of the tavern open from the outside, and the entire door panel fell off.

The tavern fell silent in an instant, and all eyes were on the door, except for Refik, who was sleeping soundly. A tall man in a black robe walked in, with a large hood on his head that could not be seen clearly, and a silver cross embroidered on the chest of the robe, with some blood-colored roses entwined around it.

"Hey——! boy, are you raised by people?Do you want Lao Tzu to tell you what politeness is!?" A short one-eyed dragon smashed the wine bottle in front of him and angrily walked up to the black-robed man.

"The difference between you and a dog is that you can speak human words!" a dagger sticks out of the black-robed man's sleeve, pierces through the one-eyed dragon's left ear, pierces through the right ear, and kicks the guy away.

"Damn, dare you kill someone here!?" said Steelskin, lifting the bench next to him and slamming it into the black-robed man.

The black-robed man had an extra blue sword in his hand at some point, he held the sword in one hand, let the sword stand up in front of him, and the bench was immediately split in two, "You are next!" His voice was precisely good, but his tone was cold and piercing.

"Bring me a knife——! steelhide shouted at his companions, and took a six-foot-long broad-bladed machete from one of them, gritting his teeth and rushing at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man deftly dodged the steel-skinned attack and stepped forward with his sword, leaving a four-foot wound in the other's chest. However, the steel skin did not stop there, he held the knife in both hands, aimed it at the back of the black-robed man, and made a "mountain splitting style". Unexpectedly, the black-robed man just put his right hand holding the sword behind his back, and the sword body was just right to defend against this blow.

"Is the wound too shallow!?" the black-robed man glanced at the steel skin, turned around and opened the opponent's broadsword, followed by a powerful swing - for some reason, a nearby bench actually flew up on its own, blocking between the long sword and the steel skin, and was chopped to pieces by the sound.

There was another wound on the steelskin's body, stretching from his left shoulder to his right pelvis, and his strong muscles were sliced open, exposing bones and internal organs—he glared at the other's blue-glowing sword, "Magic—you are—" He didn't finish the rest of his sentence before he fell to the ground, unconscious.

The black-robed man turned his gaze to Refik, who was still sleeping on the table, and he pointed his long sword at the other party, "Just now—it's you!"

"Wait!you-you can't fight on my turf!" The stupid boss who didn't know anything stood between Refek and the black-robed man, his hands shaking as he spoke.

"Get out of the ——!" The black-robed man waved his long sword and cut off the boss's big bald head, and the people in the tavern ran out one after another when they saw this, and some of the guys shouted "Kill someone——! as soon as they went out"

"Who are you, boy, do we know each other?"

The black-robed man only felt that the space in front of him began to distort, and his head began to hurt violently, and before he could react, someone knocked him down from behind, and he immediately got up and tried to find the person who had just attacked.

"This is for the boss!" said Refik, dressed in a brown robe, sitting at the bar, he still looked drunk, his big brown face flushed, "I owe the boss a lot of money, I don't have to pay it back now." He glanced at the "big bald head" lying quietly on the ground - the boss's dark eyes were round, and the angle was just right at him, as if to say, "Pay back!"

"Angel of Death, Refik, I'm Amuel's Avenger!" the black-robed man pointed his sword at Refik, gritting his teeth.

"I've guessed that I've been waiting for you for so many years!" Refik took a sip of a bottle of tequila from the bar, "Can you send me to see Oriana? That's my daughter, she died five years ago!"

"Ah, I'll satisfy you! Your daughter's substitute* might cry for you!" said the black-robed man as he swung his sword, a cross-shaped silver light that struck at Refik at great speed—

Refik didn't even look at it, and threw the bottle out of his hand, and the silver light disappeared strangely after shattering the bottle. "You can be here—" he pointed to the black-robed man, "that means Gregory Hasta is dead!

"Is that what you're capable of, you can attach the Eclipse* spell to objects!" the black-robed man appeared in front of Refik as he spoke, and he raised his sword in his hand and slashed at the other party, and the bar was immediately split into two pieces.

"Generally, summoners who are extremely good at spells are not good at hand-to-hand combat, you think so!" Refick dodged the opponent's fatal blow with a zero-second teleportation, "I haven't used you for a long time, come out!" A seven-foot-long Aoki staff appeared out of thin air in his hand.

The black-robed man did not hesitate, raised his sword and rushed towards Refik, however, his sword body was immediately pressed to the ground by the other party, and before he could react, the opponent crossed the other end of the staff and struck him hard at the back.

"You're too underestimated, boy!" Refik chuckled, "This is the final blow!"

"Forbidden Technique: Death Touch!"

As soon as Refek's words fell, he raised the head of his staff and pressed it against the black-robed man's heart, only to hear a crisp sound of Kala, and the other party's body immediately shattered like glass......

"You're too underestimated, Colin Refik!" the black-robed man appeared next to the tavern door, seemingly unharmed.

"Mirror reversal!?You are indeed a descendant of the Amuel family, tell me your name!" Refik sobered up completely, his words began to be clear, and the blush on his face faded.

"Son of Shuria Amuel, Mocha Amuel!" replied the black-robed man, Mocha to be exact.

"Ah, so you're not the survivor!" Refik scratched his messy brown hair with a helpless expression, "Well, since you're from the Amuel family, let's respect it!" His expression suddenly became serious, and his tone became more and more subdued, "The second touch of death, the bind of hell!"

Refik slammed his staff into the ground, and a silver six-pointed barrier immediately appeared at his feet, and at the same time, more than a dozen black shadows quickly stretched along the floor, all of which stopped at specific locations. At this moment, the six-pointed star part of the enchantment under Refik's feet turned clockwise, and all the magical mirrors hidden in the tavern hall shattered in response—

"You—actually—" Mocha's words were filled with surprise, "how did you do that?"

"You've chosen the wrong enemy, boy!" Riffik frowned, and he pointed to Mocha standing in the doorway, "This is the main body! Your mirror reversal technique won't work against me, the tentacles of Hellbound will find all the sources of magic and destroy them!"

"So what!?" Mocha said, holding out his left hand, "You can't move this spell either!"

"Secret Method: Arcane Wind Blade!"

A purple crescent-shaped magic blade struck at Refik at an astonishing speed, and before he could react, the right arm holding the staff was severed, and blood burst out for a while, staining the white wall on the side red......

"Goo-" Refik screamed, he glanced at his right arm that had fallen to the ground, the bruises on his forehead were suddenly exposed, and the remaining left hand was clenched into a fist, "Losing an arm is nothing!

For some reason, Mocha's right arm was severed without warning, and the long sword in his right hand clicked as it landed, and he immediately clutched his bleeding shoulder and fell to his knees, "You—what kind of spell is this!?" His voice was already a little shaky.

"Why am I called the Angel of Death?" Refik chuckled twice with one side of his mouth, "It's because of this spell! the damage done to me will hurt you as well, and—" He showed two rows of yellow teeth, his expression smug and a little crazy, "Whoever kills me will die!"

At this moment, a black magic mirror suddenly appeared in the southwest corner of the tavern hall, and a burly guy walked out of it, his head was black, like charcoal, and his eyes were shining golden, and he could not see the other members of his facial features. This man wears the same robes as Mocha, and has a better force field than Refik.

"You've gone too far, Mocha!" the man began, his voice hoarse and tinged with a strange echo, "Though Bilgewater has always been unsafe, you can't stay here for long!"

"Mennu Amuel!" Refik stared at Mennu with seven surprises and three angers on his face, "No way——! you can't still be alive!"

"So—my old friend, what is death!?" said Mennu, stretching out his left hand, his knuckles glowing golden, "As an angel of death, you must know death well!"

"Secret Method: Dragon Flame Blade!"

Five tiny blades of burning flames struck at Refik at great speed, and Refik couldn't dodge, and his chest was full of blades...... He fell to his knees with a glare, turning his head slightly, squinting at Mocha, "You- you've been used, boy—"

......

"Stupid!" Mennu tossed a gold wyvern accessory next to Refik's corpse, then picked up Mocha and stepped into the black mirror......

[Author's Note]

* Reverse Eclipse: A kind of magic that causes the enemy's spells to "bloom" to dissolve the attack, and will not be repeated in the future.

*Explanation: "Angel of Death" Colin Refik is the creator of "Clockwork Spirit" Oriana, who was grief-stricken after the death of his daughter Oriona, so he created a mechanical monster based on his daughter's image before her death, and is one of the heroes of League of Legends. The Clockwork Demon is often seen as a killing machine, and despite her independent thinking, she is often misled by others.

Two

Anton Sharon was exhausted, he leaned against a large tree, gasping for breath, his beige robe stained with blood, "It seems that I can only stop here-" As soon as he finished speaking, a large group of black-robed and masked Shadow Blade warriors appeared around him, each armed with a long sword.

"What other tricks do you have!?summoner?" asked one of the Shadowblade warriors.

"And one more—" said Anton Salon, clasping his hands together, "I learned a spell from the Inquisitor's book that can take me to hell with you!"

"Forbidden Technique: Sword Snow Killing!" *

"Get out of here——!!"

"This is a spell that the Inquisitor and the enemy will die together!

"It's too late!" Anton Sharon lowered his head and silently recited the Enhancement Charm, "This spell will wipe out everything within a hundred feet! I haven't tried it before, I hope it will work this time!" As he spoke, a silver barrier appeared under his feet, consisting of three concentric circles, the innermost one being the brightest, and slowly radiating a sword-like silver glow, extending it along the ground. It's not fast, but everywhere you go, the temperature drops dramatically......

The Shadow Warriors affected by the spell couldn't stop shivering, this was the lowest temperature they could feel in their lives. The surrounding trees and mossy fields were frozen, and the exhaled air would turn into frost in the mouth before it could be lifted into the air.

"This sucks——!"

Just when all the Shadow Blade warriors were about to despair, Anton Saron's spell stopped, and the air around him quickly warmed up—all eyes were on Anton Salon, and there was a man standing beside him, wearing a beige robe, a large hood, and a silver shoulder jacket. This guy is a head taller than Anton Ssalon, and he has a fat body, and his waist circumference is almost twice that of Anton Salon.

"Don't waste your life, you can't die here yet!" the man in the beige robe spoke, his voice deep and calm, giving people a sense of security.

"Who are you!?" asked one of the Shadow Blade warriors closest to the rice-robed man.

"Death will help me answer this question!" the rice-robed man's voice suddenly became low, he slowly stretched out his left hand, the six-pointed star ring on his middle finger shining with a dazzling silver light, what happened next would be missed in the blink of an eye—to be exact, just a flash of silver, like a torrent of water through every part of the forest, and then—

Anton Salon's green eyes widened, "What about them? Why are they gone?" There was only one man in front of him at the moment, and the Shadow Blade Warrior disappeared without a trace as if the world had evaporated.

"I gave their souls to death. The rice-robed man turned to look at Anton Saron.

Anton Salonon looked at the ring on the middle finger of the other man's left hand, it was made of sterling silver, and it looked old, "You-who are you, why did you save me?" he looked up, trying to see the other man's face, but only saw the shadow of the hood, as if the man had no head.

"You'll know!" the man in the rice robe placed his left hand on Anton Saron's shoulder, and his right hand pointed to the distant glade, where there was a black mist. Gradually, the fog transformed into a human form—a tall man with short black hair, a black retro robe, and animal-skin boots on his feet.

"Corgwen—" The rice-robed man whispered, then glanced at Anton Saron, "This is the starting point for unlocking the prophecy of the doomsday, you must face him alone, child!" As soon as his words fell, his figure turned into a silver glow and vanished.

For some reason, as soon as the rice-robed man disappeared, Anton Salonn felt a powerful force field from Corgwen, which could no longer be described as terrifying, as if it could crush his bones in minutes. More importantly, he sensed a genuine fear, not a threat of death, but an inexplicable force that, if he did, would have an emotion of sadness.

Curgwen gradually approached Anton Ssalon, and stopped fifteen feet away from the other party, "Can you be my friend?"

Anton Saron didn't expect Curgwen to say such a sentence, he looked up at the other party, it was a handsome face, but the black eyes without the whites of the eyes made people feel terrible, "You-why?" he finally couldn't help but cry out, the other party's force field was tearing at his muscles, and both calves were cramping.

"It's a shame you can't be my friend!" Corgwen turned to the side and glanced at Anton Ssalon, who was on his knees and moaning, "Then die in solitude!" There was no trace of emotion in his words, and his tone was flat from beginning to end, and the flatness made people get goosebumps all over their bodies.

At this moment, a silver teleportation barrier appeared on the ground beside Anton Saron, and a blinding white light flashed, and the figures of five people appeared in the barrier, which were Fronza, Eloni, Koria, Asrema, and Zyra.

[Author's Note]

* Snow Kill: When the Inquisitors are too badly injured to complete their mission, they will choose to end themselves with the enemy, usually using this spell.

Three

Insominia entered the city last night through the abandoned sewers of Obsidian City, taking advantage of the darkness to bring the injured trio to a rooftop. It was covered with straw, and there was a three-foot-high platform on the eaves that would provide good shade of view, and he stayed on until morning. The Red-Clad Inquisitors had been manhunting for the outskirts for a long time, and information from Hank's Outpost had reached the Summoners' Council yesterday.

Insomnia leaned on the straw and looked up at the street in the distance, where several groups of inquisitors were in action, and at that moment there was a sound of footsteps from under the eaves, which he at first thought was the owner of the house, but the powerful force field that followed immediately rejected this idea. He lay on his back on the straw and glanced down at three inquisitors coming this way, so close—

"Hey, do you feel anything?"

"Huh?"

"A force field - oh no, three strands, like four, all from the top of our heads!"

......

Inthony could only hear his own heartbeat at the moment, he clenched the long sword beside him, trying to hide his strength, he glanced at the trio lying not far away like dead people, "It's too reluctant to protect these guys and fight against the three inquisitors at the same time!" Although he was nervous, he still thought about the battle strategy in his heart.

"Why didn't I feel it?"

"Hahaha...... Lie to you, lie to you!"

"Stupid!"

......

Insominia breathed a long sigh of relief, his hanging heart finally half relaxed, and he slowly turned over and looked at the three Inquisitors who were gradually moving away. "Gotta find Michelia quickly, this is probably the last luck!" he glanced at the three of them, and the breath of life flowed from their bodies minute by second. He set up a teleportation barrier next to the three of them, and then leaped from the eaves, ready to find Michelia, but—just as he was about to turn the corner, he ran into a red-robed Inquisitor.

"Hey——! be careful!" the Inquisitor began, his voice pleasant and calm.

Insominia quickly analyzed the fact that the other party did not know that he was the target of the mission. "Yes—I'm sorry!" he lowered his head and walked past the Inquisitor, his heart beating hard, not out of fear, but knowing full well that fighting here would only attract more Inquisitors.

"Wait a minute——!" the Inquisitor called out to Insomina.

"Yes, my lord!" Inthominia turned his head slowly, unable to face the Inquisitor, which would only expose him.

"Who are you!?" the Inquisitor asked in a low voice.

"A commoner, my lord!" replied Insominia in a calm tone, however, he immediately sensed that this was wrong, and that a real civilian would not even be able to speak when he was tried.

"Oh, excuse me, you go!" the Inquisitor put his hands behind his back and prepared to turn away, just then he spotted the griffon crest that had just fallen to the ground by Sominia. "I think—you've lost something!" he picked up the griffin crest.

"That's right——!" Insominia summoned his long sword, stepped up with his sword, and used the summoner's footwork, he had no choice, considering the strength of the opponent, it was especially important to get the first attack first.

"Summoner's Footwork No. 2: Moon Slash!"

The Inquisitor was surprised at first, but that emotion quickly turned into a chuckle, "I've been favored by the Goddess, and we've been looking for the target of our mission for two days - I was the first to find out!"

"Summoner's Footwork No. 4: Crying Cicada!"

A sharp hiss sounded in Somynia's ears, like the mournful cry of Xia Cicada before it was dying, almost shattering his eardrums, and the long sword in his hand clearly slashed into the body of the Inquisitor, but there was no sense of contact—"Worthy of being the Inquisitor!" He glanced at the Inquisitor who appeared behind him, "You can actually launch such a high-level technique!"

"You're the 'Swift Shadow Summoner' Insominia!" the Inquisitor put his hands behind his back again, "Unfortunately, because you have learned of the League of Legends' top secrets, we have been ordered to kill, tell you my name, I am the most skilled of the Red Inquisitors in hand-to-hand combat, named Moral!" As soon as he finished speaking, he drew his sword from his back and slashed it to the ground, a shockwave that was indescribable and smashed the stone slab on the ground, leaving a deep mark there! The shockwave continued to move forward, leaving a three-foot-deep trail on the ground in its reach.

Insominia dodged the shock wave, but the rapidly changing air pressure in the narrow alleyway knocked it into the stone wall on one side. Before he could get to his feet, Moral's sword slashed at him against the wall, the front third of the blade stabbing into the thick wall and severing it as it moved. Insominia could never have imagined that without being strengthened with runes, a simple physical attack could have such terrifying destructive power.

"Secret Method: Rune Enhancement!"

A silver six-pointed barrier appeared at Insomina's feet, and at the same time, the long sword in his hand lit up with a blinding yellow light, and he held the sword in both hands, trying to block the opponent's attack, but - the opponent's blade cut his sword in two, "It can't be—there is such a thing!" His eyes widened as he looked at the broken sword.

"You have to concentrate when you fight!" Moral said, flying up and kicking Insominia hard in the waist on the left side, and slammed his left hand into the cheek.

Insominia flew out diagonally, and for the first time since he came to the War College, he was at an absolute disadvantage in battle, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, and stood up, "I really have a tricky enemy!"

"That's right——!" Morar disappeared from the spot as soon as he finished speaking.

Knowing that the other party would be at his side, Sominia drew the two daggers that were stuck in his waist, but—Morar was so fast that before he could see it, he slammed the hilt of his sword into his left jawbone, causing his head to hit the stone wall with a huge impact—

"It's over! Descendant of the Breaker!" Moral said, slashing his sword across Insomina's neck as a young boy in a white shirt and black vest parried his blade.

"Hey——! Inquisitor!" the boy began, sounding no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, his hair was dark blonde, his skin was fair, he was a few inches shorter than Insominia, and his body was exceptionally muscular. What's more, what he used to block Moral's attack was actually a flat pole!

Insominia showed a surprised expression, he couldn't have imagined that Moral's powerful physical attack suddenly became so weak that he couldn't even chop a single piece of wood. "Y-who are you?" he asked, looking at the boy's back.

"Civilians from the outer city!" the boy glanced at Insominia behind him, then fell on Moral, "Hey, Inquisitor, you have to compensate my sister for the wine!"

"Get out of the way——! don't get in the way of the Inquisitor's mission!" Moral's tone became low, and he seemed angry.

"Hmm-" the boy looked at the shadow on Moral's hood with interest, "Are the Inquisitors ugly? Why do they have to cover their faces! It's okay! I've seen a lot of ugly guys!"

Enraged by the boy's humiliation, Morar raised his sword and struck at his opponent in the face - the opponent's move was very strange, but he always calmly fended off his own attack and left plenty of room to fight back. "There's a strange magic in your weapon, and that's why it won't shatter?"

"Weapons!?no, it's just a pole!" The boy glanced at the pole in his hand, then winked at Moral, "There's magic in it, but it's not mine, I don't know anything like that!"

"That's—"

"My sister's!" the boy interrupted Moral, curling the corners of his mouth into an unpredictable smile, "My sister's name is Michelia, and everyone calls her 'Queen', what she does best is bullying me!

"Michelia—" Moral's words were full of surprise, or more precisely, there was a hint of fear hidden in that surprise, "You're her brother!? No wonder ——!"

"My name is Severn!" said the boy pleasantly, "the wall you have destroyed just now belongs to a wine cellar, and there are many precious fruit wines in it, and my sister likes it the most! It's a pity that you have ruined it! If she had known, she might have wiped you all out!" He suddenly showed two rows of white teeth, and lowered his voice, "You know—there will always be days when women are very short-tempered!"

Morar unsheathed the blade and set his gaze on Inthominia, "You're lucky, descendant of the Spellbreaker!" he said, disappearing in place.

Insominia slowly walked up to Severn and bowed to him, "Thank you, if it weren't for you—"

"Well——!" Severn shook his head, "I didn't try to save you—" He held out the index finger of his left hand, as if thinking of something, "Oh! you can't be the one wanted by the Inquisitor!"

"Yes! I am one of them, and my name is Insominia!" replied Insominia.

"Insominia, that's a long name!I can't remember!" Severn frowned, "Is there a simplified name?"

"You can call me Insoor!" Insominia smiled at the other man, his body had multiple fractures, and he couldn't feel the pain because of his high concentration just now, and now the sharp pain was invading him.

"Forget it, good people do it to the end!" Severn saw Insomina's injury, "I'll take you to my sister!"

"That's great! I have three more seriously wounded companions!" Insominia glanced at the roof.

"What!?" Severn looked up at the straw-covered roof with a surprised expression, "You're such a genius!

Four

"Curgwen—well, we're so unlucky!" Fronza looked at Kogwen on the side, showing a helpless expression.

Anton Salons looked at Fronsa in surprise, he didn't know why the other party didn't feel fear and pain at all, obviously Kogwen was a guy with that kind of strength. However, at this moment, he caught a glimpse of something that surprised him—Fronsa's "pendant", which he had never seen the other wear, it was a silver ring tied to a chain, "Hexagram!" he said dreamily, and the man who had just rescued him was wearing the same ring.

"I know you, Summoner!" Corgwen squinted at Fronza with his dark eyes, "The last time we met—"

"Alright! Corgwen!" Fronza waved his hand and motioned for the other party not to continue, "We're going to get the rune amethyst back, can you give it to us?"

"Hey——! Aslema's wounds were half healed, but Curgwen's force field made him almost unable to straighten up and speak, "Are you crazy, Fronsa!?

"Actually, as I began—" Fronza's left hand suddenly lit up with a blinding silver light, "I just wanted to grab it!" As soon as he finished speaking, an extra spear appeared in his left hand, if that could still be called a spear...... The entire weapon shone with a blinding silver glow, and those rays of light seemed to flow in a loop. The tip of the spear was thick and empty in the middle, and a red polygonal crystal was suspended there, and the rest of the spear was engraved with unknown words and pictograms.

Anton Salons looked at Fronsa, for a few seconds, his brain lost the ability to analyze, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that the person in front of him was no longer Fronsa, but a complete stranger! The force field bursting out of the other party's body could almost compete with Corgwen, but unlike this, this force field did not have a trace of oppression, and even made people feel relaxed and happy. Just like when the man in the rice robe was there, Anton Saron couldn't feel the power of Kogwen, and the fear in his heart and the pain in his body disappeared.

"Is this—Tenys' spear!?" Corgovern had a surprised look on his face, and his words seemed to have a hint of emotion.

"You recognize this!?" Fronza glanced at the spear in his left hand, and disappeared in the blink of an eye. When his form reappeared, he unleashed an indescribable attack on Curgwen, the ground around him trembled, and a huge shockwave uprooted the tall trees...... Where Curgewen was, as if it had been smashed by a meteorite, a crater with a radius of ten feet appeared.

Anton Saron tried to protect his companions with three ice barriers, but the powerful impact defused his spell, and the crowd was lifted into the air like leaves, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"I'm sorry! I forgot! you're still standing here!" said Fronza, scratching his head, as he appeared beside his companions.

"Stay away from us!" Aroni hugged Zyra to the side, only to be pricked by the spikes in the other arm, "Ah——!h

"You idiot!Fronza!" Asrema leaned against a tree, clutching his stomach and tearing open the wound that had healed so hard, "you—want to kill us?"

"Brother Fronsa-" Coria pointed to the ten-foot-long spear in Fronsa's hand, "That's—that's one of the three ancient artifacts of Valoran—"

"Tenys's Spear!" Fronsa finished speaking for Coria before raising an eyebrow at the other party, "yes, this is it! I got it by surprise, as you can see, I can't control its power yet!"

"Very good attack, you're a lot stronger than when you first met!" Corgwen suddenly appeared not far from everyone, startling the big guy.

"As I thought, you're not such an easy character to eliminate!" Fronza wielded his spear and pointed the tip of it at Cogwen, "though, I did some tricks in the attack just now!"

"Forbidden Technique: Tripartite Trial Enchantment!"

Curgwen showed a surprised expression, and at this moment, a silver regular triangle appeared under his feet, and on each corner of the triangle was a six-pointed star disk, and the silver light emitted from it immediately formed a triangular enclosed space. "Can such an enchantment trap me?" said Curgwen, chuckling as he closed his eyes slightly.

"Of course not!" Fronza thrust the giant spear in his hand into the ground, then folded his hands and cast a spell, "Second, double three-way ban!"

The same barrier appeared on top of Corgwen's head, and the spell was completed in the same way, only this time in a chamfered cpine. "I remember—" He looked up at the barrier above him, "It's Exio's spell!"

"Hmm——!" Fronza nodded, his expression very relaxed, "I'll show you another spell of Exio! This spell has only been used once before—— it's coming, look carefully!"

"Forbidden Technique: Boundary Gate Rift!"

Five feet above Cogwen's head, a three-foot-wide and eight-foot-long gate appeared, glowing with a blinding green light. The door was upside down, and the doorway was directed at Curgewen's head. The door seemed to be embedded in the surrounding space, or rather, it was a crack in the space itself. Suddenly, a golden ray shot out of the door, shattering the barrier that trapped him—

Anton Sharon shielded his eyes with his arm, trying to see through the gap in the crook of his arm to see what was going on with Corgwen, but the golden rays stung his eyes again, and it felt like a needle had been stuck in his eye, and it was unbearable.

"Krya, use your teleportation spell to take everyone to a farther place!" Fronza glanced at Krya behind her, "It's over soon, just watch from a distance!"

Koria nodded, and teleported her companions twenty feet away into the dense forest, where even here they couldn't look directly at the golden glow radiating from the door, the brightness was simply too high!

"I remember, this spell wasn't meant to be like this—yes, the door won't open!" said Corgwen, who was surrounded by golden mangs, his tone still very flat, as if he were just a bystander.

"The reason why this spell is called the Boundary Gate Rift is because when Exio used it, the door only cracked a crack!" Fronza had already closed his eyes, and as a spellcaster, he still couldn't bear the light of that brightness, so he had to open the eyes of his mind and learn about Cogwen's situation. "I developed it into a state of opening the door, which is the first level of this spell, called the Light of Refuge. The more serious a person's sin is, the easier it is for this spell to kill him, it seems that there is no trace of sin in your heart, although I don't know why, but let me let you see the second weight of the boundary gate rift!"

"The Second Layer of the Gate Rift - The Cross of Judgment!"

The deadly golden glow was gone, replaced by a ten-foot-tall cross with a human skeleton on it, arms and ribs that trapped Curgwen and immobilized him, for even the slightest tremor would have tightened the skeleton. "I've never seen a spell like this!" Curgwen looked at Fronza on the side with a blank face, "You're powerful, summoner! Your strength is strikingly similar to Exio's, tell me your name, I forgot." ”

"I'm just a little person, you don't need to remember my name!" Fronza smiled, "I have two ways to kill you right now, the first is to stick the Tenyss Spear into your heart, and the second is to use the third layer of this spell - but I'm not going to use either!I don't want to kill, give me the rune amethyst, I think we can still be friends!"

"If this spell is used on humans, I'm afraid no one can dissolve it!" Corgovin crossed his hands in front of him, "But I'm not human, and I don't want to be friends with you!" As soon as he finished speaking, the cross that trapped him and the gate above his head were shattered by some terrible force—

"Y-are you!?" Fronsa's face was filled with surprise, but it had only been there for three seconds, and by the time his expression had regained its composure, Corgwen had knocked him to the ground.

"Looks like you've guessed who I am, then—I'll have enough reason to kill you!" Cogwen's choke around Fronsa's neck, whose neck bone was already clicking crisply, "Ask for mercy?"

Fronza looked at Corgwen's expressionless face and showed a very reluctant smile, "A small person like me, it's not a pity to die, and no one will praise your victory!"

"Aren't you afraid of death at all?" asked Curgwen in a low voice.

"If fear can overcome death, people will erect a monument for you, Cogwen!" replied Fronza with a smile.

Curgwen let go of the hand that was holding Fronsa, and pulled him up, "I can't kill you, I don't see that fear in your heart—"

"Fear of the dark, you mean this?" said Fronza, grinning over his neck, his neck already badly bruised, "the darkness is always unknown, but that's not the most primitive fear!"

"There are those among you who can overcome me, and I give you three days. With that, Curgwen said, and his figure turned into a black mist and vanished.