The main physical realm, the eastern border of Hartland, has been going on for four months and the war has not stopped.

The upper realm is too busy to take care of itself, and the battle in the main material realm can only be supported by the armies of the countries of the main material realm.

On the battlefields of the Eastern Front, hundreds of soldiers are carried out of the battlefield every day, at least half of them are interrupted by the breath of life at the next sunrise, and the soldiers must make sure that all the corpses are burned to ashes, otherwise the evil energy will corrupt them, creating more terrifying monsters, yesterday's comrades have become today's enemies, even if the nerves are tenacious warriors, it is difficult not to toss and turn for this while sleeping.

Compared to the Blue Flame, the catastrophe caused by this protracted war seems to be even greater.

The shadow of war tormented everyone who could think normally like a nightmare, and Serra was among them, holding her shield against the infiltration of evil powers, and after months of wearily wielding her sword, she already felt physically and mentally exhausted, and even her daily prayers were rarely done.

She gasped back into the tent and collapsed on the little bed, feeling her strength slacken.

The night battle was in charge of another group of warriors - during this time, she could rest well - and there was nothing else to do without rest, because she had no strength to move a finger.

Sister Chrissy was smacking and nibbling on the bread slices beside her, and when she heard Serra fall on the bed next to her, she crawled over with a piece of bread in her mouth and brought it to her, which made Serra laugh like a pet, and just when she didn't know what to do, Chrissy rolled her eyes, and the slice of bread in her mouth fell on the side of Serra's neck, and then her whole body fell on the paladin's body, and she grumbled with her little tongue:

"Ahh ”

“...... Thank you. Chris. Serra smiled helplessly: "I really envy you for still having the strength to eat......

"How can you do it without eating, tomorrow may be more tired......" Chrissy's tone was equally helpless: "Maybe you will eat less today, and you won't have to eat tomorrow......"

The topic suddenly became heavy, which caused a silence that passed for a while. Chrissy sighed dullly, her optimistic and cheerful face, which was originally in Serra's impression, was full of hopelessness: "Serra, do you say that evil will be defeated?"

"Of course it will ......be," Serra said hesitantly, her gaze not so determined, and she sighed as soon as the words came out of her mouth.

At the beginning of the war, countless people expected that it would be the same catastrophe in history that nearly destroyed Feron. It will quickly fall into the end under the resistance of a group of heroes, so that Faeron can return to stability and peace again, and it will only take a while for the scars caused by the blue flame to be gradually erased.

However, a month into the war, despair has spread in the hearts of many people - the amazing evil is almost invincible, and their rotten tentacles have penetrated deep into the upper realms, and the impact on the followers of the gods of the upper realms who cling to the glory of justice is undoubtedly devastating. A large number of fighters collapsed and went crazy under such despair, and those who could support it became somewhat numb.

The erosion of evil energy has severed the Heavenly Mountain from the material realm. The prayers of the believers in the lower realms have been hard to answer,

Serra didn't know how many days she hadn't prayed, as early as two months ago, neither the priest nor the Templar had been able to obtain divine magic through prayer, which made the battle doubly difficult, and the despair in the hearts of the warriors became heavier and heavier.

"Pray, Chris......" Serra's eyes changed for a moment, and she exhaled, staring blankly at the canopy of the tent. The Buddha could see the starry sky through the thick canvas: "Pray that God the Father will bless us with victory." ”...,

She closed her eyes, but she knew all too well that the chance to win the battle was in the hands of an arcaneist.

Mr. Sean, you must win.

"Enemy attack! Alert! Enemy attack! Alert! Ah——"

At this moment, earth-shattering sounds rang out in all parts of the tent. Wake up Serra, who had just fallen into a deep slumber.

Such an alarm sound indicates that the outer defense line has been breached.

The dark knows day and night.

Serra struggled to her feet, grabbed her sword and shield and rushed out of the tent—she was in armor as she lay down.

Evil energy poured in through the gaps in the defensive line, and the sky was so dark that not to mention the moon and stars, not even a single cloud could be seen.

She let out a cold breath, her turquoise eyes looking at the growing evil in the distance, and faintly sensed that something amazing was happening.

The forces of evil have become stronger.

Whether it was the upper realm or somewhere else, there were countless pairs of eyes staring nervously at a world filled with black mist, clenching their fists nervously, and even the children in their arms held their breath, watching through the sky, planes, and magic.

......

In a mist of silvery light, the black phosphorus fire in Sazastan's eyes slowly ignited, and he lowered his head and let out a laugh that no one could hear.

The figure in front of him gradually became clearer, and he looked at the expressions on the faces of Penny and the wizards behind him with satisfaction, and there was some smug emotion in his heart.

Sure enough, compared to Helast's brutal way, his method was more effective, Sazastan looked at Penny's face, and knew very well in his heart that when he sensed this place with the help of the eye of the time dragon, the little wizard in front of him must have sensed it, but it was too late to react at this time.

He ended up in the place.

The void in front of him was full of dark silver favored by the Time Dragon, and the huge silhouette could be seen in the distance, and the power that made the soul tremble fluttered out of that place one after another, which made the lich feel intoxicated, and he tilted his head to look at Penny, who had a bad expression, and said with a smile that looked very hideous on the face of the dry corpse, "My little friend, you see, its power is so impressive, isn't it?"

"It's a rash thing for you to show up, Lord Sazastan. Penny said with a strange look on his face.

He didn't expect Sazastan to appear directly, which was far beyond his imagination.

"So, you seem to have known I was coming. Or do you already know that 'it' exists?" Sazastan was a little stunned, he looked at Penny in amazement, and shook his head: "Ah, I did underestimate your intelligence. Bub. ”

"Lord Sazastan, do you have any thoughts now?" The wizard behind Penny drew his weapon, revealing his true face hidden under his robes - a group of powerful Upper Realm Divine Servants who had come to ambush Sazastan.

"I don't have any ideas, kid, but I just want to say that your preparations are a little hasty. Sazastan smiled. Numerous cracks appeared behind him, and a flood of demonic deformities poured out of them, including Penny's familiar faces—such as Lifar Odyssillon, who had become one with the Mind Flayer, and many of his Mind Flayer's subordinates, who also appeared among the corrupted creatures, as well as the face of Litania inside—the Apostle was similar to the Lich, and could be resurrected infinitely as long as Pendrim's evil power remained.

These characters have a deep enmity with wizards. At this time, they all looked at him with fierce eyes, and waited with a sinister smile on their faces to send Penny to hell. ...,

Sazastan looked at Penny, who was gradually surrounded by evil energy: "If I were you, knowing that I have the key in my hand. No matter how great the pressure is, I won't just rush into this place. ”

"But how can I lure you in here without casting a spell?"

Seeing the smile on Penny's face, Sazastan felt a little stunned: "Hmm, you actually deliberately 'lured' me to this place?

He chuckled under his breath, "You know it's in my hands, and you can't even think of this?" Or don't you know how powerful I am now?"

His body transformed into transparent crystals, and the highly concentrated evil energy pulled the surrounding space like a black hole, and a huge amount of source power surged in it: "Even with only magical power, I am no longer afraid of any existence in this universe. Why do you want to bring me down?"

"Uh...... I admit that you are telling the truth, Lord Sazastan...... But you're obviously getting one thing wrong......" Penny shrugged, "I don't seem to have said that...... This is the place you're looking for?"

“...... What?" Pinnny's words made Sazastan feel strange, and the lich looked around again, sensing the pervasive power of time, which could never have come from some shoddy arrangement or trap - no being in the multiverse could have laid out such a powerful force of time.

Wait a minute!

A thought suddenly appeared in Sazastan's heart, which made him once again raise his mind to observe the surrounding environment: "Oh~ What a surprise. So you have such an idea, kid, I have to admit that I was indeed deceived by you. ”

This is not the remnants of the Imaska hiding the corpses of the Time Dragons at all, but another place where Torreel's time power is strong.

An illusion coalesced behind Penny, conjuring up a giant eye staring at Sazastan at the center of the sea-like evil deformity.

This is the graveyard of the Time Dragon.

In addition to the physical body, the only thing that can resonate with the horns and eyes is probably the soul.

Sazastan suddenly realized how Penny could deal with him - lured him to this place, where he could be suppressed with the power of the dragon soul and defeated.

In this Tomb of Time, it seems that it is not so easy for evil energy to wreak havoc as it does in the Upper Realm.

"Lord Sazastan, I'm surprised that you came in like this. Penny sighed with emotion, and a bright light released from that eye, sweeping away all the evil deformities that swept through: "Your judgment and confidence in yourself seem to be too much. ”

"Really?" The beam of light that had swept away many evil deformities was eroded by a burst of darkness as it hit Sazastan's side, and he let out a series of hoarse laughs: "Little friend, I admit that this time I was not very thoughtful, but do you really think you will win this way? I forgot to tell you, I have countless clones, even if I lose one here, it is nothing, as long as the eyes are still in my hands, I can always track you, you can fool me this time, can you in the future?" Or are you going to never open that ruin, and let me destroy all the upper and lower planes?"

"Not really, Lord Sazastan, I'm going to open the ruins, but I'll have to deal with you first......"

"Solve me?" Sazastan's tone was full of surprise, "Is there any way you can solve me here?"

The realm of evil energy swelled to the point where half of the Time Dragon Tomb was filled in the next moment: "This place can't trap me at all. ”

"It really can't trap you. Penny muttered in a low voice, but it was enough for Sazastan to hear clearly, "But are you sure you don't need to see what's going on in the main physical realm?"

"What?" Sazastan confused, connecting with the main material realm, and his face changed dramatically in an instant.

A terrifying force of destruction rampaged through the valley of Searle, obliterating everything it touched with impunity, and half of Searle was reduced to nothingness by the destruction of this terrifying force, and just as Sazastan sensed this, he felt that his connection with the meditation room in the center of Searle Mountain was cut off.

"Impossible!"

The realm of evil energy then fell into chaos and faltered, and Sazastan's body became agitated and trembled, and his mind kept thinking back to the figure that caused the overturning of Searle: "Impossible! I checked him! He is obviously not under your control!!"

"I didn't think about controlling Mr. Black Robe. Penny spread his hands: "But since I have broken his methodology, it is enough to leave something in his mind and make him suddenly insane at the right time, and it is not necessary to use the easy means of 'control', Lord Sazastan, do you think it is right?!" If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )