“Attack!”
Hearing the Chief’s words, Derrick froze for a moment, then instinctively opened his arms.
In the process, his vision abruptly blurred, and a sound of extreme suppression and deepness escaped his throat.
A ball filled with sacred flames descended out of thin air, engulfing the figures of the “Dark Angel” Saslier and
Before the light burst out, Derrick pulled his arm back and condensed a blazing white, pure “Spear of Light Without Darkness” in his palm.
With a crackling sound, this spear of light pierced through the sacred flames and accurately struck the evil spirit’s head.
A brilliant, dazzling light exploded, completely covering that area. Even Klein, who was in the midst of restraining his mad thoughts, was too close to dodge; he couldn’t help but close his eyes and twist his face, feeling one “Worm of Spirit” after another evaporating, feeling that the not-yet-established connection between the “Blasphemy Slate” and the corrupting force of the “
In the place where it seemed a sun had risen, the figure of the “Dark Angel” Saslier faintly emerged, twisting and swaying in the blazing white radiance and sacred flames, fading and dissolving.
Then, the shadows covering the walls, pillars, and floor tiles began to disintegrate, revealing inch by inch of orange-red radiance.
This palace hidden within the
It also meant that the special evil spirit that had lost contact with the “
Just as the shadow palace began to collapse but was not yet completely disintegrated, an invisible force finally penetrated the barrier, descending in a small amount, sharply increasing the activity of the corrosive part gathered within Klein!
It bulged out from Klein’s chest, turning into a mass of black flesh.
This flesh then detached from Klein’s body, severing all invisible connections with him, and rapidly squirmed and grew, turning into a giant shadowy hand, grasping through the illusory “light” between itself and the first “Blasphemy Slate” toward that item.
Meanwhile, in the dream world of the “Battle of
Suddenly, he adjusted the monocle on his right eye, easily jumped down from the railing, and came to the door of the projection of the Giant King’s residence.
“The power of the ‘Chaos Sea’ has begun to recede; we can use that bug to go directly in…” Amon murmured with a smile, extending his right hand to press on the door’s projection.
His figure then softened, lost its solidity, and “flowed” into the door like light.
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Crestet Cesima, with short golden-brown hair and dark green eyes, knelt on one knee, inserting a pure white bone sword less than a meter long in front of him to support himself.
His body was covered with holes with charred edges and cracks that passed through his body; his teeth had protruded one by one, becoming sharp, like a beast’s.
This high-level executive of the Nighthawks, whose consciousness was beginning to blur, with difficulty shifted his gaze from the weakened enemy nearby and looked to the sky.
The orange-red dusk had already partially invaded the deep night.
Crestet Cesima struggled to pull out the bone sword, stand up, and fight, fulfilling the last duty of a night watchman, but his arms were shaking violently, and his breathing had become weak.
In the astral world, an endless tranquil darkness overgrown with moonflowers, night-scented plants, and the like.
Suddenly, streaks of orange-red light shone into this realm, returning some areas to dusk, causing flowers and plants to wither in succession, on the verge of fading.
In the desolate dusk, a figure as huge as a mountain came out; its limbs were abnormally long, wearing a silver armor full of dilapidation, its face hidden by a visor, only a mass of orange-red light faintly visible.
In its hand, it carried an exaggeratedly long sword, letting the tip naturally droop, touching the “ground” of darkness.
As this terrifying giant walked step by step, the sword dragged continuously through the darkness, splitting the ground and freezing the dusk.
From the depths of darkness, a similarly massive figure emerged, dragging a long massive scythe.
She wore a layered but not intricate dark black dress, adorned with countless sparkles, as if embedded with the stars of the night sky.
From her sides and waist grew two arms each, covered with dark short fur.
In her six hands, two held the heavy black scythe, two held a crimson “moon,” one was empty, and one tightly gripped an ancient ornament that seemed to be made of gold.
The ornament was in the shape of a slender bird, with wings made of pale flames around it; in its bronze eyes, light interlayered layer upon layer, as if forming one illusory door after another.