"The dream of solitude ... That's right, Loren Turin exhausted what his ridiculously shallow imagination could conceive, confronting relying on the power of the void for effective means ... effective, but costly;"

"You are not a freak like him, just the backlash of the power of the void is enough to kill you; needless to say, you must fight the enemy under the premise of completely closing the vision and closing all the spells;

Tricks that are slightly better than suicide ... Most people prefer to escape or commit suicide. "

"So if you really intend to abandon the other high-end curses that are more cost-effective, fill your small spiritual palace with this semi-finished product that obviously‘ reforms ’other curses, of course I will not object, but ...”

"... Answer me truthfully, how determined are you?"

Falling into the darkness, he quickly adapted himself to the recruit who was rejected by the power of the void, and rushed into the memory to the position where the high king stood; the sharp blade of his hands cut through the air, and there was no sound.

Yes, it ’s just the teaching that Master Dalton Kander still has in his ears.

"This spell is regional and will have an effect on everyone; so the first problem you have to solve is not to lose the power of the void, but how to face the darkness;"

"You will be afraid, you will want to escape, you will lose your mind, your heartbeat will increase, shortness of breath, muscle tremors, cold limbs, short-term fainting-the only thing you have to do is to restrain it."

"And the best way to restrain fear is to have a deeper fear-to recall someone you are deeply afraid of, to recall his voice, expression, and imagine that he is behind you; use trembling to keep you sensible And a steady beating heart. "

In the bleak darkness, the recruit's spine was cold, and the cold touch pierced his mind from behind; clearly there was darkness in front of his eyes, but his consciousness was sober as if he had just been stabbed with a sword.

The consciousness that runs crazy with the body seems to have returned to the training time of the "dark sky"-free without thinking, without any preparation.

The killing of short soldiers is in the next moment.

"Poof—!"

The silver sword in the recruit's hand was cut, and in the darkness without light, the corrosion demon blocked in front was cleaved accurately; the figure turned, by the obstacle formed by the corrosion demon corpse, bypassed the two sides. enemy.

The next second, the non-stop recruits pulled out sharp blades with both hands, and straightened towards the direction of the dwarf "front" to the high king!

The continuous demon of corruption is still pouring into the palace of kings-they may fight each other, they may have no reason, or there may be no order and discipline;

But their number is the biggest obstacle.

"Ah ah ah--!!!!"

The roaring recruits showed no signs of stopping or even accelerating their pace; the sword waved in their hands, splitting the "obstacles" blocking the road; but when facing the enemy, they showed no signs of dodge and launched the charge at any cost.

The shoulder was cut open, the arm was bitten, the chest was seriously injured, and the foot almost fell ... The recruits who had been bruised all over the body in just a few seconds, but with the advantage of darkness, they stiffly killed a **** path from the demon colony!

Getting closer ... Even if the eyes are invisible, the recruits can instinctively feel ... The distance between himself and the Supreme King is getting closer!

"So, if you overcome the simplest and most direct fear of solitude, the next thing you have to face is another difficult problem that can never be avoided."

"Natural ... strength gap."

The **** recruits broke through the enemies like ants, and broke the jaw of a corrupt demon with one elbow in the backhand, traversed the silver sword in his hand, and aimed at the position of the highest king in the impression.

Ten steps, eight steps, five steps ... three steps.

cut!

"clang--!"

The sound of metal collision.

In the darkness, the tip of the silver sword was once again blocked by the battle axe; only a few centimetres, the sharp blade could once again penetrate the head of the High King who had long been "unshaped".

But the difference is ... this time, there is no second "new recruit" to cover him from the back to fight for opportunities; and the new recruits who are in darkness and surrounded by countless enemies have no room for retreat.

In front of him, there is an unknown strong enemy; behind him, there is a monster that can smash him to pieces.

There is no ... any retreat!

"Do you think ... the light is closed, and the power of the void ... I am an old and useless guy, can I be easily defeated?" The Supreme King said lightly, his voice was pierced by the Mithril Sleeve Sword, And become very strange:

"Like the idiot just now ... you look at me too much, look too much at the Lord of Yunling!"

"Compared to those of you race in the sun, darkness ... is as familiar to me as home!"

"clang--!"

There was another sound of sharp blade friction, and the battle axe crossed the spine of the silver sword; at the moment when he was about to hit the neck of the recruit, the Mithril dagger in front of his throat stopped the axe blade at the last minute.

Only a few centimeters.

"I definitely don't mean to underestimate you ... Evil God's running dog." The new recruit shivered with a deep breath, his voice crying:

"Yes ... alchemy bombs, mithril weapons, high-level spells ... these are not enough to defeat you; I am not the Duke of Loren Turin, what I can do ... it is too limited."

"But now, under the power of the" dream of solitude ", His Majesty the Supreme King ... there is no difference between you and our mortal flesh." Even though nothing can be seen, the tearful recruit is still screaming. Eyes closed:

"You who have lost the power of the void can be killed."

"And I ... will kill you!"

Responding to him, the Supreme King snorted with disapproval:

"Crazy."

"Ah ah ah--!!!!"

With endless hatred in his eyes, hysterical roaring recruits slammed the battle axe, and the two swords in his hands poured power into the whole body, thrusting straight forward.

Poof—!

The pus splashed, and the tip of the sword was once again stopped by the stabbed tentacles, passing by the target; almost at the same time, the strange sound came out from the chest of the High King again; in the dark, the tomahawk wrapped by the tentacle With a thousand strengths, head off!

"... Even if you can really master this powerful effect, with the same powerful side effects, the difference in strength is still obvious."

Near the moment of death, the recruit who slid the blade of the axe across his cheek rang Dalton Kander's voice again in his ear:

"The power of the void ... is different from the material world, and follows the absolute principle of" weak flesh and strong food "-strong power can absolutely suppress the weaker side, and the probability of resistance is very small."

"Even if you can distort the law, your weak and pitiful power of the void is not worth mentioning in front of monsters and evil spirit apostles ... Similarly, the" Dream of Dream "that you dominate is extremely limited in their suppression. . "

"Therefore, even if everything really goes well, the probability that you will be able to defeat them on this basis should be ..."

"... less than one in 10,000."

Along with the "Dream of Dream", the energy is rapidly consumed, and the body's backlash by the power of the void is becoming more and more obvious ... Even if it is not killed by the Supreme King, I am afraid there is no way to leave alive.

But ... it doesn't matter.

As long as you can kill it, as long as you can end the war, as long as you can get revenge ... It doesn't matter if you can't go back.

Even if you crush your bones and drain the last drop of blood, you will die ... and you will be dragged to hell!

"clang--!"

The silver sword that cut off the tentacles was stopped by the axe blade, but the Supreme King in the dark was also unable to judge the exact position of the recruits, and could only be blocked by instinct.

But there is another Mithril Dagger in the left hand of the recruit!

Just before the tentacles climbed to the right arm, the recruit decisively loosened the hilt and squatted down sharply, clenching the last sharp blade in his hand; the silver sword that had been entangled in the tentacle had left and right with the battle axe, waving to him .

Both sides are too late to dodge or parry, and they pin their hopes on the next attack.

This is the moment.

"Go die to me !!!!!!"

The roaring recruits did not dodge, but rushed to the Supreme King's chest without hesitation.

"Go to hell-!!!!!!"

The dagger penetrated the neck of the Supreme King.

At that moment, the supreme king who had penetrated the throat and lost the power of the void shuddered in pain.

At that moment, it seemed as though experiencing the agony before death.

But ... it's only a moment.

"puff--!"

The sharp silver sword penetrated the chest of the recruit along with the tentacles; there was a sound of friction between metal and bones in the torn skin.

A pleasant smile solidified on the recruit's face.

"I reminded you ... Don't underestimate me." A sound like a ghost came from behind the recruit:

"Think that if you have the courage to die together, you can beat me?"

"Who gives you the courage to be so arrogant?"

As the words fell, the battle axe wrapped in tentacles squeezed the cold axe blade into the chest of the recruits bit by bit—the squeezed, crushed ribs made a harsh and disturbing sound.

One, two, three ... left arm, right arm, thigh, waist, abdomen, clavicle ... countless tentacles continue to penetrate the recruit's body from the front and back; time and time again, the broken organ fragments Mixed with plasma, it emerged from his nostrils, mouth and orbits.

"It's not ... who gave the courage ..."

The trembling brace lifted the body, and the recruit who had the bleeding in his mouth turned his head very hard-even if he could not see anything at all in the dark, he still opened his eyes desperately.

It seems as if the other party is looking at himself.

"But from the beginning ... I was ready to die with you ..."

"His Majesty the Supreme King ... under the testimony of the solitary dream, join me ... and go to **** together!"

Ok? !

what? !

That's right ... I'm too weak ...

Weak enough that even if we gamble on our lives, we are still not opponents of monsters. Weak enough to do our best, we can only exert one-tenth of the "Dream of Dream" effect, and we cannot even completely suppress the enemy's power of the void.

But one thing is correct.

That is under the "Dream of Dreams", whether it is a monster or an evil apostle ... it can be killed!

Poof—!

The silver sword pierced into the body penetrated the chest of the recruit completely; while protruding from the back, he hit the heart of the Supreme King with precision.

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!!!!"

The fierce and fierce Supreme King sent out a scream for the first time.

The trembling recruits tried their best and clenched the handle of the tomahawk axe into the abdomen. With the strength of the whole body, they poke directly from the position of the lower back.

The supreme king with his big mouth raised his head violently, and the severe pain had made his throat no longer a little, and his body was trembling like a recruit.

And ... the last blow.

The right hand of the clenched dagger was raised little by little, and the blood-stained blade pointed at the face of the Supreme King, and between his eyebrows.

But it failed to fall.

The trembling fingers slackened slightly, and the dagger slipped from the palm, leaving only a blood stain on the Supreme King's cheek.

Nearly at the same time, the darkness around them gradually dissipated, and the bright sunshine once again shone into the smoke, the corpses everywhere.

When the tentacles were released, the recruit's body collapsed into the pool of blood uncontrollably, trembling with convulsions; the burning pupils were rapidly cooling down.

Knot, over?

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ... dead, all dead! All dead! Sure enough ... they really are not my opponents, I really are invincible! Ha ha ha ha ha ..."

The surviving Supreme King laughed wildly in a nearly hysterical voice.

Until there was a cold behind him.

"puff--!"

The cold blade once again penetrated his heart from behind!

"So ... I hate recruits ... obviously tell him to let him run away, and I have to stay on my own ..."

A very weak voice sounded faintly behind the Supreme King:

"I don't listen to the command, I have a **** brain, and I don't have the consciousness of a warrior ... What's special ... I always like to think that I am ..."

The stunned Supreme King turned his head and looked incredulously at Carl Colin who had climbed up from the pool of blood, even forgetting that there was a long sword in the heart of his chest.

"you are still alive?!"

"I almost died." The demon hunter looked at him indifferently, holding the rune on the back of the neck with his left arm: "For some ... special reasons, the rune I carved on the back of the neck is not with other companions. They are the same as transcending perception, but the more unpopular one ... "

"The high-order curse, dies at the moment-very partial, something that no one wants to use, but it works especially when it matters most.

Of course, because a new recruit who left behind his own claim and opened up a ‘solitary dream’ that shielded all the forces of the void, I almost could n’t wait for the moment it worked. "

"But now ..." Carl Colin's cold eyes ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ stayed on the scarred figure in the pool of blood, lifted up the Mithril Sleeve Sword left in his right hand, aiming Supreme King ’s face:

"Sorry, can you please go down and be his companion ... I can't let my soldiers go on the road alone."

The demon hunter's voice trembles, desperately suppressing his anger.

"It's up to you, it's up to you alone ?!" Supreme Wang Bao said with a laugh:

"Who is going to hell?"

"Of course you go to hell, Your Supreme Highness."

The demon hunter's eyes widened abruptly, and the corner of his mouth was vaguely raised, pointing outside the palace of kings, the sky in the distance: "Ah, what is that?"

"Ha! This kind of old-fashioned trick can't be more old-fashioned, even for our honest Yunling people ... um ?!"

"That's ... UFO- ?!"