At the same time, outside the camp, anxiety is gradually spreading.

As the sky brightened, more and more soldiers woke up from their sleep, gathered in front of camps and bonfires, and pointed to the huge "grey-blue vortex" under the distant sky, talking about something.

It was not a vortex where dark clouds converged, or even the opposite-a cloud could not be seen around the vortex, as if the dome was torn with a crack, and there was only bottomless darkness in the middle.

The huge vortex hanging from the sky looks far away, but seems to be close to them again; dull thunderous roar, from time to time coming from the vortex, like to swallow the whole world.

No matter how the knights and counts scolded, screamed, from the beginning to the end, the soldiers' eyes were not really taken away from the vortex; even themselves, while screaming at the soldiers, the pupils also exuded colors of shock and at a loss.

No one told them what had happened, and the wizards remained silent no matter what they asked. The Duke and the commander of the legion warned them over and over again that they should shut up the soldiers and refrain from spreading rumors.

The rumor spread in the barracks was originally a felony; repeating what was supposed to happen is equivalent to telling others that something really happened.

From top to bottom, both the Duke and the soldiers at the lowest level have a feeling that this is actually meaningless-from the moment the rumor is suppressed, the rumor has been born.

The collectively silent wizard, the missing emperor, kept silent, and desperately suppressed the atmosphere of the ruling Grand Duke and Earl-the camp, step by step toward the situation of treacherous and panic.

"How long has it been?"

Outside the dead camp, Charlotte, the first uncontrollable Charlotte, couldn't help but open his eyes, and the eyes of the Grand Duke invariably looked at Edward, who was always silent.

The leader of the night watchman sighed for a long time, his expression irritated and helpless.

"Your Majesty is the Duke of Byrne called in the early morning, and it is almost noon." Edward said expressionlessly: "It takes almost a few hours to calculate the time."

"What the **** are these two people talking about before they can talk to the present?" Sallyka, holding the knife, has become impatient, even though she only got up about an hour ago.

Charlotte frowned with Yuli Wiltz, and Nolan Odd had an indifferent posture from beginning to end-the battle of the Azores had ended, and all he deserved had been obtained, as for the huge vortex above his head , He had no interest at all.

"Probably ... is that huge vortex being discussed?"

The new Grand Duke Lothal on the side, Kahn Fried said carefully, as if the student was answering the teacher ’s question: "I heard that Your Majesty had noticed the vortex last night, and it just happened that Grand Duke Bayern had just become Yuqian Wizard Advisor; I just found something wrong, like ... "

"Yeah yeah, thank you for reminding, otherwise where do we know to go?"

The irritable maternal grandfather interrupted impatiently: "If you know it, you can say less nonsense-when you shut up, it looks smarter than now!"

"I……"

"Your Excellency Selika Jonah, please pay attention to your words a little bit-His Excellency Kahn Frid is the Grand Duke that has been recognized by the Empire and Lotel, and his status is equal to you and me."

The frivolous Julie Wiltz murmured and glanced at the displeased maternal grandfather whose face was full of displeasure. His eyes turned to panic, restless Kahn Frid: "Duke Lotel, you found What happened? "

"I, I found ... discovered ..." Kane Frid, who was staring at the crowd with a very nervous expression, swallowed the saliva, dodged his eyes, and pointed to the vortex above his head like a gap:

"Have you noticed the vortex, the direction of the vortex ..."

"Direction?"

"Yes, direction! It's always, always in that direction; there's no difference ..."

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"It was caused by the remains of the void, right?"

Although he was asking, the little wizard's tone was very certain that his sapphire-like eyes kept staring at the huge vortex in the distance:

"Although I don't know how to do it ... but there is no void reaction at all in that vortex, and some are just rushing in, the power of the wave-like void, in other words ..."

"In other words, it was just a remnant of the powerful force of the void, the fantasy created-so in the eyes of life in our material world, it can't see the distance like the sun."

Isaac snatched the conversation and bit his fingernails: "The vortex that really tears the boundary between matter and void should be somewhere far and far away."

"It's nothing special. Ordinary magic spells can also produce illusions because of the too strong force of the void. There are even higher-order magic spells specially developed using illusions; so there is nothing special. , Nothing ... special place ... "

Said that the two of them fell into a certain silence ... the silence of fear.

Although it is the same emotion as ordinary soldiers, there are subtle differences-Isaac and Ain, who specialize in the substantive research of the power of the void, no one knows more about the meaning of the vortex illusion in the distance. What.

This level of void residue has already surpassed all "common sense", and even violated the power of the balance between the material and the void world-if even Eboden so far away can see such a clear illusion, then it is truly The place affected by the power of the void ...

I am afraid that it has become the same as the real "Void World", right?

The ground beneath the feet changed shape, the sky above the head became muddy and squeezed out of shape, all living life mutations, twists, iron bones, liquid muscles, golden eyes ... or simply turned into a flesh, Wanton flow.

Everything that can be imagined, unimaginable, unimaginable, and dare not to think ... will be true in that land.

And the master behind all this, the existence that manipulates the power of this vast void, "Black Cross" Cerior ...

The more thinking, the heavier the mood of the two.

"This time ... can I really win?" The little wizard muttered to himself, and the fear in the sapphire eyes swept away, replaced by inexplicable worries.

"Loren he ... can he really beat Serel?"

This is very strange-from the beginning, the black-haired wizard never said that he would confront the Black Cross alone; but Ain had such a hunch that she almost believed that the big liar would leave without saying goodbye. Go on an adventure.

He will definitely do it, because he is Loren Turin, the big liar who tricked himself in the wild dog village and said he would "fight side by side".

"I don't know, this, this level ... even the evil spirits recorded in the Dragon King Tower have no power of this level." Isaac shook his head desperately: "I only know one thing."

"If what we see right now is his real power; if he is truly given the Holy Grail of the Nine Stars ... this world, I am afraid there is really no way to stop his existence."

Taking a breath, Isaac desperately suppressed his inner fear, and the nails of his thumb were almost bitten by him.

"He won't get it, right?" The little wizard could not help saying:

"The holy grail of Ebden is in Loren's hand, and the other ... the other one doesn't even know Loren, then the" Black Cross "Serel should also ..."

"No no no ... just theoretically."

"Theoretical?"

"Yes, in theory." Isaac nodded: "Loren opened the second valve. For the existence of the second valve, they can experience an unlimited number of experiences in their spiritual world that have happened and will happen. Things ... a bit like prophecy but not the same, because there is no concept of time in the existence of the void. "

"If, I mean if ... If the 'Black Cross' Serel has simulated the confrontation with Loren in his spiritual world countless times, one by one ruled out all the possibilities." Isaac swallowed. Saliva:

"Then ... it is still possible for him to find the flaw and confirm the true position of the Holy Grail of the Nine Stars."

Is at this moment.

"Boom--!"

A thunder sound rang from the horizon, purple electric light flashed in the center of the vortex; almost at the same time, the three giant dragons in the camp also screamed in response to the roar that exploded in the dome.

The little wizard and Isaac Qiqi turned their heads, staring at the vortex with a dreadful gaze, and a more terrible conjecture echoed in their minds.

Maybe ... Serior ...

Already got rebelled against another Nine Mansions Holy Grail?

"No, no, no ... This is impossible, impossible!" Isaac immediately rejected the idea, comforting the little wizard with a taste he didn't quite believe:

"If he really got another holy grail of nine stars, then what we see is not just illusions but really vortexes-think about it, Loren can rely on when only one valve can be opened Exiled into the void with the power of the Holy Grail ... "

"If he really got another holy grail, what would it be like?"

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"In this case, it is necessary to confirm the exact position of the vortex as soon as possible."

After learning from Edward, the night watchman ’s leader, that the vortex in front of him was an illusion, the sudden realization of Julie Wiltz immediately began to order:

"Guards from all parts of the barracks, messengers coming from any direction of the empire, no matter what the intelligence is, are not allowed to intercept them. They will be here as soon as possible; at the same time, they will send people to confirm the exact location of the vortex as soon as possible."

The commanded officer nodded slightly, and turned around and left without waiting for the rest of the Duke to open the mouth-the battle of the Azores, Duke Elmand, who was the first to respond to the soldiers, although he was the youngest, gradually became the second-ranked Duke by virtue of his military merits. Yu Bain's existence.

"Thank you Duke Lothal for being aware of it in time, or I am afraid we will continue to wait here." Julie Wiltz turned his eyes and nodded to Kane Frid with a frightened face behind him:

"It is worthy of the Frid family who came out of the marksman, and your insight is no less than Ruben Fridson."

"No, no, you are too polite, I just, just ..."

Kahn Frid waved his hands in fear, as if he had inherited a lot of human feelings; but neither Uli Wiltz nor the other princes had any mood to ignore him, and he turned his eyes to the distant horseshoe. Direction.

A herald who was running hurriedly was approaching here.

Glanced at the crowd, Edward stepped forward to take the letterhead from the herald soldiers; the moment the first line of words above was seen, the expression of the calm nightwatch leader suddenly changed.

"Is the information accurate?"

"This is the first letterhead sent from West Sackland early in the morning last night. The subordinate is the seventh person responsible for sending the letter!" The breathless herald nodded as much as possible: "You can check, there should be Eight letter stamps! "

Earth shocked Edward stared at the letterhead and nodded blankly.

"What's wrong, is there any problem?" Charlotte, who was always nervous, asked anxiously: "The real position of the maelstrom ... where is it?"

The tense atmosphere permeated around, and the fear began to ferment.

"This is a letterhead from West Sacran-the text above is very sloppy, and it was roughly written by a courier who noticed something was wrong."

Silent for a long time, Edward slowly turned around and looked at the crowd watching him with frightened eyes: "The letter above is also very simple, only two lines."

"It's getting dark ... Thunder."

"Very simple, nonsense-like content ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ The problem is the letter stamp above-the first letter stamp is a lakeside manor in West Sakland."

"It is only half a day away from the imperial capital of Golovin."

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"Ah ... finally started."

Restrained by iron chains, the bloodless elf prince stared at his feeble eyes, his increasingly blurred vision through the narrow gap between the iron fences, looking at the vortex scrolling in the sky.

He did n’t know what it was, or even what it meant; but the first glance at the whirlpool, the elf little prince, understood that the one hiding behind everything, manipulating the destruction of the Azores and the Empire Guy ... "Black Cross" Serior, already about to start.

The last war is over, the Azore elves are annihilated, and the exhausted empire has lost all the power to resist him.

But Loren Turin ... He probably already guessed this already?

"So, what would you do ... dying, stubbornly resisting? Or do everything and enjoy the game?"

The elf little prince said to himself:

"I really want to see it myself."

"I really want to see for myself ... to see that you are struggling desperately, dying to survive, trying your best to resist destiny, exhausting all possibilities, even sacrificing what you cherish, and finally falling down in front of destiny, the expression of pain and despair Loren ... Turin! "

"I really want to see ... that scene!"