In the war, the people's will of unity was naturally commendable. Their determination to risk their lives was equally moving, but everyone had to admit one thing.
Some objective existences were difficult to contend with or change by people's subjective will, such as the gap in strength.
"Boom —!"
Violent thunder exploded in Leinster City for the umpteenth time. The torrent of curse power continued to wash forward like water as if it would never end. The old man with the lantern stood still, but the soldiers and students on the city wall had to retreat in a panic.
Antonio, who was at the front of the crowd, looked exhausted. Sensing that the intensity of the white thunderbolts had not changed at all, as if there was no end to them, the young man understood the black-robed old man's intention.
Priest was conserving his strength. Facing Antonio, he did not burst out like last night. Instead, he had been maintaining the level of a full-force attack of Source-Rank Level 2, constantly attacking. But even so, Antonio was overwhelmed after a long confrontation.
After everyone on the city wall evacuated, the solidified Space Shield finally dissipated. The moment Antonio left, the explosive thunder destroyed the towering high wall, and the collapsed tower rushed into the city with the turbulence.
The people's resistance did not stop the steps of the Lord of Curses after all. In the chaotic whispers, the Redemption Legion gathered here began to march toward the broken city gate. They crossed the gap in the city wall to pursue the retreating soldiers and students. Bursts of strange voices came, but the crazy murmurs were offset by the special effect of the Dream Enchantment.
In Estrid's enchantment, people barely gained the ability to resist the murmurs, but even so, they could only fight in close combat for a short time. The retreating soldiers retreated to the second city wall and organized resistance again, but the effect was very limited.
Without the strong fortifications and the powerful curse vessel system, the defenders were no longer able to resist the black-armored soldiers that swarmed in. The city walls fell one after another. At midnight, the monsters from hell finally broke through the last barrier and rushed into the college.
Behind the innumerable monsters, Priest returned to the academy that was nominally under his charge with an oil lamp in hand. There was a smile on his aged face, and his pace was steady, neither fast nor slow, just like a returning king or a general returning victorious.
The moment Priest entered the Dream Enchantment, a familiar feeling suddenly surged in his heart. But before he could think about it, a violent fluctuation of curse power came from the sky. In the hall where Estrid was, colorful rainbows soared into the sky. Countless dream elves glowed. The colorful aurora lit up the sky and then shone toward the intruders.
The old man under the aurora remained unmoved. He cut open his finger and used his bloodline ability. The Miracle Tree and the grassland glowing appeared again. The Lord of Curses, who was also protected by the elves, was unscathed by Estrid's killer move..
"Boring trick."
Priest looked at the end of the aurora in the distance and curled up the corner of his mouth. The more Estrid prepared, the more it meant that she was unable to break free from the dream. Although the combined attack of the elves was powerful, it was far from being able to hurt him.
The hundred-year wait was finally coming to an end. The Lord of Curses stepped forward again. The ghostly green lamp was surrounded by white fog. The old man who walked out of the fog was like the Grim Reaper, bringing destruction to everyone with him. But the moment he stepped into the Nighttime College that was only left with a few lights, Priest's movement paused.
A feeling of stagnation and pressure on the heart suddenly appeared in the old man's body. It was the instinctive sense of danger of the Lord of Curses who had experienced countless battles over the years. Its appearance could only mean one thing, and that was the arrival of a crisis.
Priest's pupils shrunk in an instant. The next moment, the old man, who seemed to have sensed something, turned his head abruptly. His eyes, which had seen the vicissitudes of life, pierced through the obstacles like an eagle and landed on the top of the clock tower in the moonlit night.
It was a figure with an illusory beauty like an elf that no longer existed in this world. The figure was wearing a dark coat, and his body was slightly thin. His skin was slightly pale due to blood loss, and his shoulder-length hair was fluttering in the night wind. His cold and majestic gaze looked down. The moonlight attached to his body, dyeing it with brilliance like a guardian.
“！”
The moment he saw the familiar yet strange figure, Priest's eyes widened abruptly. The Lord of Curses naturally would not lose his composure because of the change in his enemy's appearance. What really made him feel strange was Luo Ya's eyes.
It was a pair of eyes that was calm and vicissitudes, as if it had experienced countless years and seen the prosperity and decline of the world. The bright color in the golden eyes seemed to have been erased by time, leaving only the dim color of dusk. The moment Priest looked into Luo Ya's eyes, he even had the illusion that he was looking directly at an ancient existence.
Something was not right.
Almost instinctively, Priest's curses began to churn in his body. Luo Ya, who was staring at him, did not move or have any killing intent, but it was precisely because of that that made Priest's hair stand on end.
"What did you do?"
The old man furrowed his brows and questioned. However, he did not expect an answer at all. Vigilant in his heart, Prister simply raised his hand. The radiance of spells shone like stars that fell to the ground in the dark night. The intense radiance rushed towards the figure on top of the tower along with his words.
Everything before him turned into white light just like last night. The familiar scene made the black-haired young man's eyes flicker slightly. But now, he was no longer the same as before.
The moment before the radiance reached him, a dusk-colored airflow suddenly burst out of the youth's body. The turbid airflow instantly covered heaven and earth, spreading in all directions. The dusk-colored hurricane firmly withstood Priest's attack, and then turned it into nothingness as if wiping away dust.
However, that was not the end. As the night wind blew, the sound of the wind was heard. Almost in an instant, the entire Saint Freya Academy seemed to have fallen into another world.
It was a dusk-colored airflow that filled the surroundings as if it was the end of the world. The ear-piercing sound of the wind mixed with the sound of rolling sand echoed in the air. The call of death filled the surroundings as if it was right beside one's ears.
"This is …"
The old man in the black robe looked at the scene in front of him and frowned in surprise. However, he did not unleash his curses like he did when he faced the freezing air of the Frozen Earth. Because unlike the freezing air before, the dusk-colored airflow did not attack in a straight line but was everywhere.
"I see. I didn't expect you to have obtained a new power."
The old man in the black robe's face gradually turned gloomy in the sandstorm. Thick curses began to accumulate in his body. In just a short day, Luo Ya had undergone such a huge change. This situation surprised him and at the same time, it also aroused the murderous intent in Priest's heart.
As expected, this family member must be dealt with, or else there would be endless trouble in the future. Fortunately, everything was not too late.
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