Endless Debt

The figures of Holt and the Regent overlapped. With the increase in extreme power, the speed of the two could not be captured by the naked eye. They could only barely see the flash of illusory afterimages, followed by the roaring air explosion. A deadly shock wave swept over.

The ripples piled up layer by layer, forming the prototype of a storm between the two people. But when the strong wind was about to be released, it strangely froze in place, as if time had frozen.

Infinite light flashed in Holt's eyes. He successfully slowed down the things around him and successfully fixed the evil figure in front of him.

"Suffer death!"

Holt roared forward, the iron-cutting steel sword in his hand flashing with a deadly light. It was so dazzling that it seemed that just looking at it would cut his eyes.

"Feel free to come!"

The regent laughed. Unlike Holt, who was full of hatred, he enjoyed the duel as if he were playing a game.

The lag of amber delayed the eruption of ripples, and froze the surge of ether. Even the body of the Regent could not help but fall into this invisible swamp, but the Regent, like Holt, was the supreme glory. Otherwise, the iron wall-like ethers repel each other and cancel each other out, greatly weakening Amber's influence on the Regent.

The regent's movements were slightly slow, but far from being completely frozen. But what you need to know is that the fight between the Glorious Ones is so deadly, and just being slowed down a little is enough to be considered a huge flaw.

The secret sword stabbed straight, pulling out a dazzling pure white sword light, and the shadow blade in the regent's hand also exploded. The wriggling shadow was between reality and reality. It extended infinitely and zigzagged like thunder.

The two Glorious Ones called out the ether wantonly, and before the sword blades could cross each other, their own ether collided mercilessly like an expanding explosion.

In the overflowing ether turbulence, two figures rushed closer again, their sword blades flying across the air.

The shadow blade wrapped around the Regent's body. His movements were flexible and agile. When he landed on the ground, using his feet as the axis and exerting force on his waist, the shadow blade instantly swung from one side to the other, drawing a semicircular trajectory.

The sharp dark shadow swept across the land like a scythe.

Holt leaned back and avoided the blow. Then he straightened his back and slashed forward with the secret sword calmly and powerfully. Each sword strike was as solid as a mountain.

Relying on the power of the secret sword to cut iron and steel, Holt hit the earth, and the earth fell apart. When it intersected with the shadow blade, the shadow blade was shattered.

This is such a powerful force. At the moment of contact with the secret sword, most of the armors and weapons will collapse. Under this cold sword, everyone seems to be naked.

But this powerful force did not apply to the regent.

The shadow blade is always in a state of overlap between reality and reality. Even if it is shattered by the secret sword, it will regroup within a few seconds and extend freely to attack Holt at a more tortuous angle. Even if Holt breaks through the shadow The blade's defense directly hit the regent, but it still couldn't kill this powerful enemy.

The blood of the Night Clan flows through the body of the Regent, and powerful immortal power fills every vein.

"Faster! Faster!"

cried the Prince Regent, "Your sword is not deadly enough, Holt!"

Holt was not angered by the regent. He still attacked at his own pace. The two men's movements were as fast as lightning, and they could only hear the sound of the sword blades slicing through the air, as fast as a violent storm.

Crash, crash, crash again!

The reverse world twists and changes, like a mirror that has been bent by force. When it can no longer bear it, it completely collapses into disappearing fragments.

The world with reversed colors faded, violent winds and bloody rain invaded again, and the barren ground was covered with scarlet carpet. The regent switched the power of the duel in the mirror realm, and the two returned to a reality that was on the verge of fragmentation.

The storm is engulfing the royal city bit by bit, and the tall buildings are crumbling, leaving only vague and huge shadows cast between the sky and the earth.

Holt stared at the laughing Regent. In the previous battle, the Regent had continuously switched between the mirror world and reality. Sometimes he would drag himself along to switch, and sometimes he would travel alone.

I have to sigh that the Regent used his secret power extremely skillfully. Traveling between the two realms, he could easily avoid many fatal attacks, and at the same time, he could move forward in the Mirror Realm, completely undetectable by Holt. Angle launches surprise attack.

But Holt is not a fragile person. The sluggish amber surrounds Holt. Anything that directly breaks into Holt's field, whether it is physical matter or illusory energy, will be strongly resisted. . As long as he gets a second or two to react, Holt can launch a violent counterattack against the incoming attacker.

The two sometimes chased each other, and sometimes faced each other, like violent thunder. Wherever they went, only a steady stream of destruction followed.

The Regent's movements became faster and more flexible. With the continuous attacks, Holt was forced to retreat continuously. Then the Regent launched a strong attack. The shadow blade spun like a tornado and stabbed Holt. The rising ether was like a roaring wave. Like eruption.

Holt had faced similar attacks many times before. He calmly activated the Secret Energy Amber and responded to the Shadow Blade's advance with absolute sluggishness. But this time, just when the two were about to come into contact, the colors reacted. The ripples of phase erupted, and the two of them were once again dragged into the mirror world.

In the silent world, Holt still maintained a high-pitched ether reaction, his eyes fixed on the enemy in front of him, without moving at all. As time went by, Holt had kept up with the regent's rhythm. Next, he Just look for an opportunity to kill with one hit.

Suddenly, a dull pain spread from Holt's chest, forcibly interrupting his thoughts, and then the pain gradually became stronger until it turned into a heartbreaking pain.

Holt lowered his head and saw that the shadow blade actually broke through Amber's slowness and penetrated his chest. A steady stream of blood and pure energy after etherization overflowed from the wound.

"Didn't you notice?"

The regent held the shadow blade flat with a proud smile on his face, "When I launched the Mirror Realm Duel, your environment also changed."

Holt blinked in a daze, and swung his sword to cut off the shadow blade on his chest. The shadow was broken and recovered, and the wound on Holt's chest healed and stopped bleeding under the influence of etherification.

A few black particles overflowed from the wound, floating in the air like dust and disappearing.

"I see, were you trying to paralyze me before?"

Holt understood the regent's intention. When the world switched, the area that Holt previously controlled was forcibly stripped away and disappeared. When he came to the mirror world and controlled the surrounding area again, the world would be different. There was a very short gap in the process of switching and control. The regent seized this gap and launched an attack on Holt.

It's a pity that Holt is already a Glorious One, and his body is highly etheric. Even if the sword hits Holt's throat and head, as long as he is still alive, Holt cannot be completely obliterated.

But the trauma is already there.

Even after the wound healed, Holt could still feel the dull pain in his chest.

The Prince Regent held the Shadow Blade upright in front of him and stood upright, "I like dueling very much. Don't you think it is like a sacred ritual?"

"One-on-one, testing, and gaming, until the winner is determined... Compared to the final outcome, I enjoy the glorious process of dueling very much."

The Shadow Blade was close to the Regent, covering most of his face, revealing the pale and scarlet color of the other half.

"In the gap between life and death, fool the God of Death and gain supreme pleasure!"

Holt seemed to be amused by the regent. He had an ugly smile on his face and shook his head, "You're lying."

"An undead man is talking about the joy of fooling Death? Are you kidding me?"

Holt laughed and said, "Everyone who goes to the duel has the idea of ​​​​going there and never returning, but you are different. You are an undead person above us. Even if your head is cut off and your heart is pierced, what will happen to you?" Always come back alive.”

"Yes, the reason why you like duels is that you simply like to kill without any worries. Anyway, you are an immortal and you will not fall."

The Regent's smile gradually turned cold, and he put down the Shadow Blade in disappointment, "You don't understand the etiquette of dueling at all."

"Ha, there is no etiquette at all. It's just a means of self-deception created by you undead people. It's really ridiculous to use these illusory rituals to prove your nobility and call yourself glory."

Holt mocked unceremoniously, "You are all a group of cowards, cowards who are afraid of death. You think you can prove your courage after such a trial."

"That's ridiculous."

After finishing speaking, Holt's figure twisted into a blur of nothingness and disappeared in an instant. At the same time, the ground beneath his feet collapsed.

As if a series of detonators were detonated on the ground, the ground continued to explode, creating a collapse trajectory, and this was the trajectory Holt was running on.

The Prince Regent did not give in, he set up the Shadow Blade and waved a huge arc decisively, sweeping towards Holt's path. According to his prediction, this blow was enough to stop Holt's progress, but when the Shadow Blade fell When Holt was above his head, the Shadow Blade was strangely frozen in mid-air, unable to move.

It's like being cut into an invisible quagmire, unable to be swung down and difficult to recover.

Looking at Holt at this time, he was already in front of the regent. The regent noticed the strangeness around him. Under the influence of the mutual repulsion of ether, Amber could not completely control the regent, but this did not mean that it could not freeze the shadow blade. 's march.

When the Regent paralyzed Holt and delivered the fatal blow, Holt was also plotting against the Regent. They were both trying to figure each other out, looking for each other's weaknesses.

Holt yelled, "Stop!"

The Glory One tried its best to release its power. Since it could not completely delay the Regent, it interfered with him. After controlling the Shadow Blade, Holt immediately created several differential zones around the Regent.

The palms can move freely, but the arms are affected by the lag, the torso is forced to freeze, the thighs can move freely, and then the ankles are controlled...

Holt was unable to break through the Regent's Moment Soul threshold and make more subtle differential changes, but what he had for now was enough.

Almost instantly, the Prince Regent felt the impact on his body. Without Holt's action, the Prince Regent twisted his body to pieces due to the inertia of his movements. His limbs were deformed and bent, and the bones under his skin were broken and obvious bulges were formed. , the muscles were violently strained.

During the conflict between the Glorious Ones, Holt's power only affected the Regent for a few seconds, but within these seconds, the Regent's body had been twisted into a deformed shape by himself.

The amber shattered and the mirror world flipped.

The two returned to the material world again. At the same time, the Regent relied on the vacuum gap of Holt's power when the mirror world flipped. The shadow blade broke free from the restraints and stabbed Holt like a snake.

"too slow!"

Holt scolded, and when the shadow blade approached Holt's neck, it was forced to freeze again. At the same time, Holt thrust out the secret sword and hit the regent's abdomen.

In an instant, as if time had been frozen, a cold and chilling atmosphere filled the air.

The iron-cutting sword ruthlessly split the objects it touched. Under its influence, the Regent's body felt as if it had been cruelly cut by countless blades. The entire abdomen became bloody and bloody, and blood poured down like a torrential rain in the wind. .

His luxurious attire and the mail hidden under his clothes made a crisp and shattering sound under the impact of the blade, as if to accompany his pain.

In the blink of an eye, the body, full of majesty and power, was riddled with cuts, the skin and flesh burst open, and blood spurted out.

Holt stepped forward again, raising the secret sword high and slashing it down with thunderous force. The Regent's eyes widened with anger, his own ether surged, and the surrounding space wriggled strangely, mercilessly squeezing the Regent's body. .

The mirror world flipped again, but this time, Holt was not swallowed into the mirror world. Only the regent hid in the reflection world.

The thunderous blow missed and penetrated the air and the earth. In an instant, the earth under Holt completely collapsed, as if a giant plowed the earth and collapsed into fragments of different sizes.

Holt unfolds his secret power, and amber wraps the surrounding area. As soon as the regent appears, Holt will immediately discover his location. In the mirror world, the regent stands in a desolate world, Look serious.

Although the mirror world can protect the regent from the influence of the material world, similarly, the mirror world cannot interfere with the material world. In the mirror world, the regent cannot see Holt's position and can only follow the mirror world. Judging from the approximate position of Holt when flipped.

Lowering his head, the force of cutting iron and steel left shocking injuries on the Regent's body. The wounds varied in depth, some cut open the skin, exposing the muscles underneath, and some deeply cut the bones, and the blood and flesh rolled around, it was too horrible to see. .

The regent's face was twisted with pain and anger, and he clenched his hands tightly in an attempt to relieve some of the pain, but the cuts from the countless blades were too severe, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe. ,

This is how the confrontation between the Glorious Ones can either resolve each other or cause serious damage with one blow.

The air was filled with a thick smell of blood, which was suffocating. The regent's body gradually began to tremble, but at this time, there was no longer any pain on his face, but an inexplicable sense of excitement.

"Where will you be?"

The Regent was walking in the Mirror Realm, and the blood of the Night Clan healed his injuries at a high speed. Except for the fact that Holt's remaining ether was somewhat difficult to fade away, just like Holt's self-healing, the etherification and the power of immortality made the Regent A new look.

He walked to a deserted corner, took a deep breath, and at the same time as the ether was triggered, the mirror world flipped, and he descended into the material world again.

"Are you here?"

Almost the moment the Regent returned to the material world, he heard Holt's roar and the sound of the storm.

The broken earth, rising dust, wildly dancing air currents, surging blood, and drizzling rain, everything was frozen in mid-air under Holt's will, including the regent's body.

It was like a beautiful painting, but unfortunately, the sword that cut through iron and steel came through the air and ruthlessly tore this beauty into pieces.

After the last round of gaming, the Regent has realized that when faced with Holt's differential lag, all he can do is do nothing.

As long as you stand honestly in place and prevent yourself from being twisted by your own movements, you can protect your own safety to a large extent, and then just wait for the ether to break through.

An ether powerful enough to dissipate the power of the Glory One.

"I swear……"

The Prince Regent crooned, "I swear to you."

Scarlet eyes fell on the tower in the center of chaos, and his voice was like a spell, resonating with the evil existence in the dark.

Blessing and arrogance barrier instrument.

As if endless ether poured out from the regent's alchemy matrix, he let out bursts of ferocious laughter. The agitated ether vented out without reservation. The ethers repeled each other like wild beasts breaking out of their cages, colliding crazily. Holt's blockade was opened and a safe zone was created around the Regent.

This time the Regent did it. The expanded field squeezed Holt's field away and forcibly dispersed his power. However, the dispute over the secret energy was only temporary. The real victory or defeat came from the tip of the knife. Decide.

At this time, the sword that cuts iron and steel is close at hand.

The Prince Regent was not afraid, raised the Shadow Blade and faced the difficulty. He shouted, "Let the celebration be more lively!"

Listening to those words full of fanaticism, Holt couldn't help but feel a little doubt. The Land of Evernight was already in such danger, but the Regent didn't seem impatient at all.

The regent didn't care about the destruction of the royal city or the erection of the Origin Tower. As the leader of the rebellious royal court, he obviously should go to the core of the battlefield to preside over the overall situation, but he would rather stay on the edge and engage in this boring battle with himself. duel.

Either the Prince Regent still has a trump card, or... he is indeed a lunatic obsessed with dueling.

Holt couldn't understand this person, but that didn't prevent them from facing each other with swords.

The fatal sword fight is about to break out. Every collision between the blades is like a thunderous explosion, shaking the surrounding air. Every time the sword is swung, it is like a huge wave in the wind, setting off waves of sword energy storms.

The two chased each other as the storm advanced, and the battlefield also advanced from the edge to under the high wall of the royal city. Holt collapsed a high wall with one sword. The regent rose again among the ruins, and the mirror world flipped. Two people engulfed.

After a moment, their figures appeared from the other side of the high wall. Both sides had injuries on their bodies, and the heat was rising, with hot white gas rising.

Disappear, appear, disappear again.

The duel between the two ran through the material world and the mirror world, intertwining cruel and fierce scenes. The sword movements were as coherent as flowing water, the combination of speed and slowness, and the alternation of attack and defense, as if they were playing a deadly symphony.

Holt gradually forgot about the things around him, and all he could see was the regent's irritating smile. Similarly, the regent stared at Holt, never taking his eyes away from the tip of the sword.

The sword blades drew arcs, like meteors in the night sky, gorgeous and deadly. Every collision would cause sparks to fly, and among these sparks, their figures moved quickly, disappearing and appearing, like Ghostly.

Many people have noticed the duel between the two. The two Glorious Ones have such high-pitched etheric reactions that it is impossible not to notice it, but it is useless if they notice it. No one can interfere in the duel between the Glorious Ones. They can only stay away. They watched and waited, expecting one party to fall permanently.

Finally, in this enjoyable duel, the mirror world flipped over again, like an intermission, and the two figures appeared, but they did not fight together again.

Holding the sword in one hand and covering his abdomen with the other, Holt stood panting. At this time, there were several blood holes in his body. The blood seemed to have drained out, and only pure ether was left under the wounds. squirming.

Fatigue and pain lingered in Holt's mind, and most of the ether was consumed. After a series of heavy injuries, even some cracks appeared on the alchemy matrix.

Holt was in such a mess for the first time since he was promoted to the Glory One, but similarly, his opponent was not having a hard time either.

The regent fell completely to the ground, covered in blood and flesh. The fatal wound spanned his shoulder, almost cutting off half of his body, and his internal organs were spilled on the floor.

This degree of injury is not easy even for the Glorious One, but the Regent is an immortal. After a moment of dead silence, the flesh and blood began to squirm on its own. They stuck to each other and were mended until the pale skin wrapped them. got up.

The withered chest swelled up again. The Regent opened his eyes suddenly and coughed up blood clots in pain. The suffocation in his throat was relieved a lot.

He stroked his body up and down, and looked at Holt, who was holding a sword, in surprise and joy.

"Did I just die?"

The continuity of the Regent's consciousness was interrupted for a moment, and the darkness revealed his own death.

"As expected of the youngest glorious person in the Order Bureau, you actually killed me once."

The Prince Regent stood up and stroked his throat. On his smooth lower jaw, he could feel some rough bumps, which were scars that had just healed.

Holt ignored the regent's words. While the regent healed himself, Holt's own injuries also healed through the ether.

Logically speaking, as the youngest Glorious One, Holt's advantage in the alchemical matrix is ​​enough to surpass all the Glorious Ones, but this is only Holt's only advantage.

The Regent is not only undead, he also has the protection of the devil. At first, Holt still had the advantage, but as the battle progressed, the two gradually became evenly matched.

If the entanglement continues, Holt will be consumed by the Regent bit by bit, until his throat is slit by the Shadow Blade.

Holt whispered, "The undead would be too troublesome."

The undead, the damn undead, these unkillable things are like a piece of rotten meat that is difficult to chop. No matter how hard you knock them down, they will still stand up and laugh at you silently.

Holt was fed up and couldn't help complaining, "So, the duel between the immortals is a joke. What does the fairness in your oath mean?"

"Oath? Fair?" The regent was confused for a moment and couldn't help but smile, "Don't you think that the oath I gave to protect you is a so-called fair duel?"

"if not?"

Holt inserted the secret sword into the ground at his feet, "In the previous duel between you and Bologo, you clearly had the ability to kill him, but you said that for the sake of fairness, and... and when you were in the abandoned land, and In my duel, I was the defender at that time, and you were equally capable of killing me."

After saying all this, Holt felt even more tired. This moment was like an intermission. Neither he nor the Prince Regent made a move. In the rare peace, Holt looked into the distance.

The mighty power of the Glorious One flashed in the storm, and Voen was still fighting to his heart's content. Little did he know that the Song of Wind and Meteor guided by him had completely destroyed a corner of the royal city. The high walls collapsed and ruins were everywhere. If this continues, the entire city would be destroyed. The royal city will be swallowed up.

No... there is no need to wait for the Song of Windfall to destroy it. On the other side of the royal city, the bloody battle in the Butcher's Pit is still going on. Holt doesn't know what is going on there, but he can see those red trees standing in the distance. Crystals, rising darkness, and the complete collapse of reality.

OMG...

Thinking of this, Holt couldn't help but smile. Who knows what happened there? Did Boluogo and the others do it? That would be too great. If things continue to develop like this, it won't be long before the entire royal city will fall into the etheric realm. If the disaster spreads further and triggers the etheric vortex point above the angry sea, maybe the entire land of eternal night will be destroyed. All will be erased from the material world.

The break is over.

Holt clenched the secret sword again and looked at the Regent with burning eyes. The Regent noticed Holt's gaze, and he also withdrew his gaze from the distance and looked at Holt.

"Did I guess wrong?" Holt asked, "Isn't your oath the so-called fairness?"

The regent lowered his head and looked at the ground, then shook his head. Finally, he raised his head again, smiled and frowned, and affirmed, "That's not my oath. Really, how could anyone set the oath as such?" What about things like fairness?”

"Then why?" Holt didn't understand, "If not..."

Holt's voice stopped suddenly. He understood the reason for all this. He was a little surprised and a little unbelievable.

"That's not an oath, it's just my self-restraint," the regent spread his hands, "I'm just like you, Holt. We are both proud people and we all have some stubborn pursuits, right?"

Holt's cold face showed a slight smile, "I suddenly find you interesting."

Rather than being arrogant, it is better to say that both Holt and the Regent are people who abide by certain rules. Self-restraint separates them from the beasts, thus bringing inner satisfaction and dignity.

Holt asked curiously, "So, what is your real vow?"

"A real vow?"

The regent hesitated for a moment, and his eyes fell unnaturally on the Origin Tower that stood among the clouds.

In the end, he did not answer Holt's question, but turned sideways, put his left hand behind his back, and raised the shadow blade with his right hand. The slender shadow was as thin as a feather.

The Regent asked, "Next round?"

Amidst the landslide and destruction, Holt responded in the affirmative.

"Next round."

Just when they were determined to fight selflessly, a roaring explosion suddenly erupted from the sky, like a wild horse running wildly across the sky, breaking the tranquility and waking people up instantly.

The two of them looked in the direction of the sound, and a blazing red filled their field of vision.

The fire was hot and bright, and with unstoppable momentum, it burned across the entire sky in an instant, making the dim earth look pale and feeble.

Following the source of the light, I saw the Origin Tower burning, and a huge scar bloomed on the tower, as if it had been pierced by a huge sharp blade.

From the wound, the scalding fire fiercely spurted out, turning into a rain of fire that spread to the earth, and then poured along the tower, bathing the royal city in flames.

Looking at that scene, Holt's heart did not waver. At this moment, this place was like the eve of the doomsday. No matter what kind of disaster happened, Holt would not be shocked. On the contrary, the regent, after seeing the tower of origin, When he saw the fire, his expression immediately became serious.

Holt was about to continue the duel with the Regent, but the Regent didn't even look at Holt. He dived directly into the mirror world and disappeared.

Holt was suddenly the only one left on the empty and desolate ruins. He blinked as if he didn't react. When he noticed that the Regent's ether gradually dissipated, he realized that the Regent had given up the duel. .

Immediately afterwards, Holt realized that the only reason that could make such an arrogant and somewhat stupid guy give up the duel was his true oath.

Looking at the burning Origin Tower at this time, Holt walked quickly towards the center of the royal city without stopping for a moment.

The Origin Tower is like a huge torch, burning brightly. No matter where you are in the Land of Eternal Night, as long as you raise your head, you can spy this dazzling light.

Melissa and the other blood people burst into tears at the light, while the Night Tribes were terrified by the burning light. It was so dazzling, just like the morning star in the story.

Everyone saw it, even Sere, who was trapped in darkness and nothingness.

When the darkness was about to completely submerge Sere, a burning light spot pierced the darkness. At this moment, in this swamp of annihilation of information, the lost sense of direction returned. Sere used the light spot as a reference and successfully found the way out. direction.

up! up!

Sere was like a drowning man struggling to rise, the light spots in his eyes became bigger and bigger, and the dark swamp could no longer restrain him, and he broke out of the darkness.

In an instant, the noisy noises, the cold hurricane, the smelly blood...the lost senses returned one after another, and the excited Sere almost shed tears.

The absolute silent darkness was not only eating away at Sere's body, but also exerting unimaginable pressure on his spirit. Not only was there no sense of direction, but even the perception of time became extremely blurry and long.

Breaking out of the darkness, Sere fell heavily among the crystals. He quickly stood up and raised his head. The bulging darkness was close at hand.

This time Serei was not planning to put himself in danger. Anyway, the Night King hated him so much that even if he did not step into the dark void, it would be enough to arouse his hatred and restrain him.

Sere couldn't help complaining, "It's not easy."

Large and small blood holes were all over Sere's body. Fortunately, he was also an immortal. These blood holes soon healed on their own. But just when Sere was about to continue his plan, he found that the darkness and nothingness in front of him was changing. It retreated bit by bit, reinfiltrated into the ruins, and hid in the Origin Tower.

Sere raised his head and glanced at the blazing fire. A large amount of ether was surging around the Origin Tower. It was obvious that it had sunk into the ether realm first.

"Damn it, are you so afraid of death?"

This time, it was Sere who was chasing the dark void, cursing as he ran.

Sere knew his father too well. He sensed the crisis in the Origin Tower. Even if the crisis was caused by a defender, as long as there was even the slightest threat to him, the Night King would become completely nervous, so much so that he You can let go of your hatred for Sere.

No matter how much Sere yelled and launched attacks, Darkness and Nothingness still stubbornly defended. Seeing this scene, Sere was extremely anxious. Once this ghost shrank back, Boluogo and others would be surrounded in the Origin Tower. .

Sere was not worried about Boluogo and the others, but Olivia was still with them.

To use an inappropriate metaphor, Sere is like a child with delayed development. It took many years for him to face up to Olivia's significance to him and his responsibilities as a father.

Although it's a little late, fortunately it's not too late.

Sere ran as fast as he could, trying to stop the Night King's defense at all costs, but suddenly several thorns rose from the ground. Not only did they block Sere's path, they also delivered a heavy blow, knocking Sere down. land.

After rolling a few times, Sere quickly stood up, and his secret energy attacked the thorn bushes indiscriminately. However, except for detonating a few corpses buried under the ruins, these thorns were completely unaffected by Sere.

They have no blood or flesh. If we look at their essence, they are beyond mortal things, fragments of the devil.

Sere saw the incarnation of the devil fragment.

It was a monster through and through. His existence was even indescribable as a monster. It was a life form that completely surpassed human cognition. It was an entity composed of endless blood and madness, and was wrapped in countless thorns.

As he advanced, the corpses and entrails hanging from the thorn bars swayed like carnival decorations, the spoils of victory.

Sere swallowed. There were horrifying thorns. They were twisted and weird. They pierced York's skin, penetrated deeply into the flesh, and even touched the bones. However, York did not show any pain or cry. , On the contrary, as the body was cut, ecstasy and satisfaction could not stop flooding into my heart.

Clothed with thorns, adorned with corpses, and fed with blood.

"Here comes another one."

Heavy pressure fell on Sere's shoulders. Originally, York was suppressed by the swarming undead. However, as the war progressed and more and more death and blood were shed, York, who was originally suppressed, was instead suppressed here. After a series of sacrifices, the power was further strengthened and became the embodiment of war.

Sere could not estimate York's power. From an extraordinary perspective, he was only a first-stage sublime person. Even if he was deformed into this appearance, he was not considered a so-called evil in this world.

But this does not mean that York is weak. On the contrary, this special existence possesses fragments of the sin of rage, part of his authority. Maybe this guy is more dangerous than the Night King.

No matter how threatening it was, this bastard really blocked Sere's path, and Sere had no other choice but to cut through the endless weeds.

Sere's eyes flashed with a dangerous red light, and York also unfolded his posture.

The thorns surged and waved wildly in the air, like a group of crazy snakes, sometimes leaping upward, sometimes rolling in the air, and sometimes stretching out in all directions. Each thorn showed an extremely twisted state, as if it was bearing the weight of something. An unbearable pain.

Sere took a deep breath and prepared to deal with this unknown powerful enemy. However, in the midst of this chaos and madness, the thorns suddenly froze in mid-air.

The clear and crisp sound of breaking reached Sere's ears.

Clear cracks spread across the world, and then reality collapsed.

Just when the two were about to fight, the overlap between the two realms spread here, and a massive amount of ether flooded through it like a tide, dragging reality into the ether realm. At the same time, the entire world seemed to be at a standstill.

The thorns that were still waving wildly just now seemed to be fixed by invisible force, stopping all movements, and Sere himself stood stiffly in place.

At this moment, there was a strange and tense atmosphere in the air. The thorns were still in mid-air, as if waiting for something, like a group of cheetahs waiting for an opportunity, staring closely at the prey, preparing to kill the prey when it is most careless. moment to deliver a fatal blow.

Sere felt that some invisible existence was quietly approaching, giving people a feeling of extreme fear.

Footsteps sounded behind Sere. He tried to turn his head, but his neck was completely frozen. Sere could not do anything until the scarred figure passed him.

"Sai... Sai Zong?"

Looking at the flaming figure, Serei suspected that he had seen it wrong, but the fact was that Sai Zong had come and visited this hell in person.

In an instant, the tight tension in Sere's heart relaxed. Sai Zong was here. The chosen one who held the power of rage was here. With him here, Sere could not think of any opponent who could stop them.

"In the end, we have to face each other with swords."

Another voice sounded, not from Sai Zong, but from directly in front of Sere.

"if not?"

Sai Zong responded, "Besides swords, is there anything else that can forcibly change your will and mine?"

Sere looked towards the direction of the sound and saw a dark figure walking slowly among the ruins.

The figure was very thin, as if a gust of wind could blow it down, but in this apocalyptic scene, he was as strong as steel and unaffected.

The man was bright blue, as if a deep starry sky was embedded in his eyes. Apart from these beautiful eyes, his face was completely hidden in the darkness, like an abrupt silhouette.

No one told Sere the identity of the man, but the moment he saw the man, Sere felt a connection that went beyond blood and saw the source of the Vellelis family's sins.

Sere's body couldn't stop shaking. He couldn't tell whether it was from excitement or fear. A sinful name emerged from Sere's mind.

The sin of pride.