A light as bright as lightning, dazzling and suffocating. Behind this ray of light, there was a sound that could never be forgotten, roaring like thunder from a distance.
who I am?
There was an echo in my ears that drowned out all the noise, and there were faintly discernible words hidden in it. Certain evils that can only appear in mysterious and terrifying books are vividly reflected in my mind.
These evils seem to be returning to reality, subverting everything in the world and going beyond the common sense of the world.
where am I?
In the blurred field of vision, Roland was stopping Harandil, who looked surprised. His resolute face was filled with the ecstasy of getting what he wanted.
Then, a few seconds later, everyone gathered around him, his vision became erratic again, and his consciousness burst out like a violent explosion.
"Hahaha, hahahahaha!"
Griffith burst into a diabolical, hysterical laugh. Werner Negri on the side was holding a glass of water in his hand. He looked like he was about to feed Griffith a few mouthfuls, but he didn't dare to come close.
Roland grabbed the water glass and threw it in the War Knight's face.
"Ah——!" Griffith jumped up and looked around confusedly, "What to do?!"
"Tell us!" Roland shouted.
A chill spread through Griffith's body. Some vague whispers came from somewhere in the silent reception room. These whispers are like vague and tense conversations. Although the sound is not loud enough to make it impossible to distinguish the content involved, they have a terrifying power that makes the soul deeply uneasy.
"Tell us!" Roland repeated, "Has the sacrifice been started? Do you feel anything?
"answer me,
"conqueror!"
This loud shout made everyone present retreat, and the depths of Griffith's soul had been touched. The previous uneasiness and confusion receded like a tide.
He covered his water-stained face and whispered:
"It's too early."
"But the curtain has been lifted, whether you are ready or not," Roland chuckled, "Look, gentlemen, the wave just now was a sixth-level psychic ripple, the climax and end of the Sacrifice of the Chosen One. coming soon.
"The last seven chosen ones will decide the winner in this world as the arena. This is not a secret fight that uses gas explosions to cover up the truth, this is a fateful throw in which the whole world is a bet.
"Negri, you set off immediately and let Ravenel lead out the troops we have prepared for him. Remember, it must be kept secret. You and Griffith cannot expose your relationship with the Confederacy yet.
"As for you, my friend, you must rush back to Homonwarts, there are quite a few people there. They need a 'conqueror'."
Griffith took a deep breath: "I feel powerful spiritual energy flowing, not from the power of a selected person, but from other people. He is sacrificing flesh and blood in exchange for the opportunity to be promoted.
"He wants to challenge the Hand of God."
…
The red and black mire was soaked with devoured bones, and a red moon dripping with blood hung in the lightless dark sky.
A sharp, siren-like sound echoed in the air, endlessly long.
It was clearly daytime, but Crozier's territory had become a place of darkness. Groups of Chaos Beasts rustled their fangs together, and the winged harpies screamed in the air. The leader of these monsters is a monster with the body of an ox or beast holding a blood-red axe.
It strode forward, and one after another human soldiers were hunted, torn apart, and devoured by the monsters with their internal organs and flesh and blood. The bones were scattered on the ground, and the dripping blood splashed a pungent smell in the mud.
Blood and water kept pouring out from the ground, turning into a lake of blood that was immersed in the ankles.
Deep within this large group of monsters, there was a monster with a lion's body and a manticore's tail wandering around. It patrols the territory arrogantly like a king, watching its subjects share blood and food.
Every time it roars, it elicits frantic cries from the herd.
Nona was hiding between a hut and a low wall, holding the cross sword tightly. Berthier, Dedeus, Kurala and several surviving Beyonders were with her, too nervous to breathe. The spirituality was warning them wildly—this manticore was a mythical creature of extraordinary rank.
The change happened so suddenly that people couldn't be prepared for it.
Just for a moment, after the terrifying dragon left, a swamp suddenly appeared on the ground, and groups of monsters poured out of the stones. There are even some spider-like springtails, as big as small dogs. As long as a living person is jumped on the face by one, it won't take long for a deformed monster to break its ribs and scream out of the body. !
"I can't run away, I can't run away," Nona shook her head hard, "These monsters must have been ambushing Isius's territory for a long time, just waiting for us to come."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bloody crack opened in the swamp not far away.
The space was torn apart, and Ophelia grabbed Neferty and jumped out of it. Several people followed closely and escaped with disheveled hair.
"Run!" Ophelia shouted hoarsely towards the corner where everyone was hiding, "We have contacted Homemon Watts, run! Just run!"
"Where to run!?" Everyone was shocked.
There are monsters in front, back, left and right, and there is no way out!
Immediately afterwards, another crimson crack opened between heaven and earth.
A humanoid creature, wearing a black robe, walked out of the gap and followed.
The aura of danger lingers around him like a snake, and the eyes in the shadows give people the illusion of penetrating the human heart. It seemed that it was no longer the eyes, but the pale red moon hanging high above the head.
The surrounding background became increasingly hazy at this moment, with only those eyes rising and magnifying as if occupying the world, like an ancient ferocious beast at the top of the food chain admiring the death struggle of its prey among the decaying grass and dead leaves.
"Who!? How can he have the same type of power as Ophelia's space transfer!" Kurala whispered, "Is he also a Void Ripper?"
The man in black robe waved slightly, and the monsters coming from all directions stopped, watching his actions as if they were worshiping their own master.
“I come, I watch, I record!
"I recruit the power of the Dread Knights!"
Everyone present felt their hearts tightening, and their souls were strangled by the invisible aura of terror. With just a hesitation, those strange eyes began to wave and melt away in the dark night, and only the dark aura of the void became stronger.
Nona immediately clenched the hilt of the sword, and the power of the holy instrument allowed her to resist the impact of fear and break free from the restraints faster.
"Punishment! In the name of the Holy Light!"
The glorious blade of the cross sword emits golden morning light like the rising sun, and even the blood moon and darkness will be purified and expelled by this blow.
The sword light tore the enemy's robe to pieces, revealing a crystal magical barrier. This person is clearly——
Isius!
He, who had always been very low-key, appeared here, blocking himself in front of his friends and classmates.
"Iseus, what's going on!" The shocked Berthier was the first to ask loudly, "Does the Crozier family want to be the enemy of the entire Beyeland!!"
Isius just laughed coldly:
“If you want to be resentful, then resent this twisted world.
“Feel life!
"Experience withering!"
His voice sounded like chanting, but there was no magic in it. His expression was calm and almost desperate, but it seemed to hide indescribable distortion and madness:
"Let you take a look at the truth and perfection that the Crozier family has been pursuing for generations!
"Start it, the moment of the red moon! I sacrifice my memories, flesh and blood, and everything I cherish to the supreme existence in exchange for the ultimate answer to life!
After Isius said the last word, everyone present fell into unusual confusion for a moment. This feeling is as if liquid has penetrated into the body, spreading towards the nerve and consciousness endings, and is about to assimilate and erode everything!
Nona immediately activated her psychic energy, trying to expel this ever-penetrating force. But she soon discovered that some rules had been changed.
At the same time, Kurala on the side reacted, bending her bow and shooting an arrow wrapped in the cold aura.
"Bang!"
This attack hit a wall of light, and the power of the holy light aura attached to the surface collided with each other, and then was destroyed together.
"This?" Nona looked at the broken ice arrows in surprise, "Is this the power of the Paladin?"
Isius did not respond, but whispered: "I come from the shadows."
I saw his figure flash and disappear out of thin air.
Kulala has noticed the abnormality:
"Is this the stealth of the stalker? Why can he use so many abilities?"
As soon as she finished speaking, her pupils suddenly shrank, and the premonition of danger had locked her tightly.
"Culala, get back!" Ophelia shouted loudly, "Everyone, cover her!"
The one with the strongest perception among the Extraordinaries present was Kurala, and Isius had already locked her position immediately.
A sharp blade appeared in the mist and cut her throat from behind.
"Here!" Kulala shouted, and her long white hair suddenly flew up, condensing into a dense forest of ice-sealed spears in the coldness and wrapping up the sharp blade.
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the blade, ice and long hair were broken together. Kurala's long silver hair was cut in half, but she managed to escape from the sneak attack from behind. She dodged quickly towards Dedeus' position.
"Come close to me!" Deedius has already raised a wall of fire waves around him. The water mist that invaded from all sides dissipated one after another.
As soon as the words came out, a twisted storm appeared before Kurala and Dedeus, and the terrifying arc that tore the air was raging wildly. Isius actually calculated Kurala's actions accurately and directly dropped the wind pressure of death. At the same time, he himself had appeared behind Kulala again, stabbing him with a dark blood short blade again.
Seeing that Kulala no longer had the ability or equipment to escape from the backstab this time, Nona, who was dozens of steps away, suddenly raised the cross sword in front of her and recited an indecipherable prayer quickly. Her tall figure suddenly became blurry like ripples thrown into the water. Then, Kulala's figure with flying hair appeared in Nona's position, and Nona took the place of her companion and faced Isius's attack.
"The king's car castles!"
This is one of the most powerful abilities that Nona possesses as a Paladin. She can target allies or enemies and change locations with them. After replacement, the companion in danger is placed in a safe area, while the enemy is thrown into a siege trap. Nona herself will appear in the most dangerous position surrounded by enemies.
However, she is a Paladin, a Paladin with the protection of the Holy Shield, and she is never afraid of being surrounded by enemies!
"Bang!"
The short dark blood blade tore a stream of light on Nona's shield and slid away.
"Repent!" Nona shouted, the silver cross sword in her hand was raised high, and she cast sanctions on Isius, "You have nowhere to escape. Liquidation!"
The pressure of this sword was like thunder, and the illusion of an elf with wings of light appeared in the sword light, killing it with pure and sacred power.
Isius's shield immediately cracked and shattered under the heavy blow. Before he could withdraw, Nona's second sharp blow followed, and a ray of holy light fell from the sky like a hammer.
In a heroic roar, Nona's "reckoning" first shattered the shield, and then split Isius's shoulder with a sword, splitting his chest in half. Even the unfathomable Isius was severely injured by this combo, and fell to his knees slumped, as if to repent for his conspiracy.
"As expected of Nona, your two major abilities, Holy Shield and King Cart Castling, have been strengthened to level four, right? I can even feel the extraordinary door being shaken by you!
"When you become extraordinary, Murat may not even be your opponent."
The compliment was like air to Nona's ears. She stared closely at the kneeling Isius, showing no mercy or hesitation, and swung down the third sword with her firm eyes.
"Not bad, but useless."
The ethereal voice of Isius came, but it did not come from the fallen body, but the phantom sound like breaking glass came from all directions. His body suddenly disappeared from under the sword, leaving only a terrifying echo like in a nightmare:
"Shutoral, you are indeed an existence judged to be cursed by the prophecy. If your true inheritance had not been cut off by us, the truth of this world might have been shaken.
"Of course, this is only a possibility. Now, you have no chance."
The ethereal echo had not disappeared yet, and everyone present heard an exclamation. Kurala, who was dozens of steps away, suddenly retreated quickly.
"Protect her!" Ophelia, who was almost unable to stand up due to exhaustion, shouted, "Isius wants to cut off our perception first!"
Kulala used all her trump cards at the critical moment. Having chosen the path of a demon hunter, she has first-class reflexes and speed, and the sealed artifact she controls can also create an airtight ice cone storm for all-round attack and defense.
Isius is using several abilities that are supposed to be mutually exclusive, and they are of extremely high levels. However, he is only one person after all, and his skills and items must have cooldown limits. He must be afraid of my presence, worried that once we stabilize our formation, we will begin to sense his presence and interrupt his hiding and rest.
Sure enough, he came to me!
Kurala's mind was running at high speed. The girl who survived the meat-grinder-like battlefield of the Eastern Front did not wear military uniform just because she looked good.
As long as I hold on for a few seconds, the cooldown of Nona's ability ends and we can block it! As long as Berthier and Dedeus complete the fusion and have a wide range of attacks...
Yes, we can win!
Kurala's agile figure retreated quickly, opening her arms and waving them like flowers in bloom, and the blooming ice picks flew densely around in the shape of petals:
"Take the move, Isius, it's not that easy to kill me! Ice crystal star thorn flower with a radius of twenty yards!
"Your progress and retreat have been blocked by me..."
"Bang!"
A loud noise interrupted Kurala's thinking. She lowered her head and found that she was flying backwards rapidly.
Amidst the layers of ice picks, her chest was penetrated, spurting out blood and broken bones. Because the speed was too fast, the air was filled with a whimpering sound, mixed with a chilling crackling and breaking sound.
The crackle of broken breastplates, ribs, and spine.
"Kulala—!"
Nona, Dedeus and Ophelia watched helplessly as Kurala, who was scattering ice picks a second ago, was shot through the chest, flew upside down and hit a large rock, and then slid down softly. .
Her beautiful eyes looked up at the sky, and until now she still couldn't believe that she had received a fatal blow.
How is this possible?
How did Isius avoid my ice pick? At this distance, I should hit him and tear him apart... Did he use any special abilities? what happened?
A bloody glimmer fell from the sky, illuminating everyone's horrified faces.
Ah——is this what it feels like?
Kurala looked at the sky and lowered her head again. From the corner of his vision, he saw a large hole ripped open in the center of the breastplate, and blood was dripping down his arm and blending into the blood lake on the ground. Because she couldn't see her wounds and couldn't feel the pain, this scene made her feel a little unbelievable.
