In the deepest place of darkness, that was where the first ray of light would be. Because of darkness, light would have its true meaning.
To some people, what they pursued their entire lives was light. To others, their existence was light!
In the realm of life and death, filled with longing for the past and sorrow for the future, Strange's heart was not calm at all. However, since he had already stepped onto this battlefield, he had already prepared himself for the worst. Merely, he did not expect that death would come so quickly.
However, when a black silhouette broke through space and appeared before him with scorching flames, the appearance of that tyrannical, crazy and bloody aura caused him to open his eyes. Then, he saw a silhouette standing before him, holding a saber in one hand and chopping down ferociously.
That silhouette was not very tall, nor was it very bright. However, it was as steady as a mountain, enough to make one look forward to it.
A weak flame blossomed on the edge of Saber's saber. In an instant, it transformed into a flaming blade that crazily exploded from where it stood. It exploded the darkness that had suddenly gathered. Like the first ray of light in the darkness, like a flaming blade, it streaked across the air in a circle of fatal and sharp radiance. Under this attack, the dozen or so shadow hounds that were pouncing over were ruthlessly sent flying.
The filthy bodies that were cut open and the dark liquid that was dissipating in the air were ignited by the scorching flames before they could even release their evilness.
Amidst the flying dust, a black silhouette appeared. Wearing a long windbreaker, wearing a silver mask and holding a flaming blade in his hand, he was like the first ray of color in a curtain of black and white. He stood before Strange. Under his feet was a circle of blazing teleportation formation imprints that illuminated the darkness.
In his hand was a saber covered in hellfire. On the fingertips of his right hand were jumping flames. His gaze was fixed on those howling evil spirits that were charging forward.
"You're right... Strange, running away... will only make it difficult for you to advance! I'm coming, Strange. As per your invitation, Saber... will participate in this battle! "
"Whoosh!"
The head of the tall evil spirit that rushed the fastest soared into the sky. That ugly head was ignited in the air, and together with its body, it turned into a blazing flame.
"Remember this feeling. Don't let it destroy you from the bottom of your soul … Think about your future, your expectations, your hopes, and your dreams … Then feel your hatred, your resentment, and your anger. Let them infuse you with the motivation to move forward!"
The dark mist swelled as the dark spirits raised the bone blades in their hands. In their fanaticism, they believed that they could destroy the world! The frenzied howls were the prelude to the destruction!
The old knight lifted his head with great difficulty and looked at his surroundings in despair as he said bitterly, "I'm sorry.
"But, we … we have no other choice."
Saber's lips curled into his signature smile. Beneath the silver-white helmet, there was a hint of arrogance, a hint of tyranny, and an indescribable … ease.
"No, you always have a choice. As long as I'm here …"
"Boom!"
Scarlet flames engulfed Seiper's entire body. It wasn't like Johnny's Ghost Rider form, but this scorching hellfire was a deadly poison to any evil creature. The surging hellfire wrapped around Seiper's body and burned, and the scorching aura it emitted made the evil creatures shriek incessantly.
"They are fated to not be able to take anything away! And then... there will be no return! "
"Bang!"
His figure disappeared from the spot. Like a surging flame, he left a burning trail on the ground and ruthlessly crashed into the evil spirits in front of him. In an instant, more than a dozen blazing pillars of fire appeared in the darkness. Whenever those weak evil spirits came into contact with Saber's gaze, the sins in their bodies would be easily ignited.
Saber who possessed hellfire and the Eye of Repentance might not be a complete Ghost Rider, but in a situation where he could completely control his thoughts, he was the natural nemesis of these evil spirits!
Within the blazing flames, Saber's voice streaked across the dark sky. Like a huge dragon roaring at the sky for the first time, he used flames that could burn everything to announce his existence to the world.
"This is my world! This is Saber Hawke's territory! "
"What do you want to take away from here?"
"You … Who do you think you are!!!"
"Boom!"
The Eye of Repentance, stimulated by the excessive number of evil spirits, provided Saber with an unimaginable scorching power at this moment. It was like a volcano erupting. In his eyes, wherever the magma-like ring of flames went, the weak souls were directly ignited, and the strong ones were also slowly forced to retreat under this increasingly violent pressure.
When his long saber slashed through the dark air, new pillars of fire appeared every second, and evil spirits were burned to ashes every second. The blazing hellfire grew bigger and bigger under the supply of evil. It was like a flame, a wall of fire, a long saber of fire, and a realm of ashes ignited by flames.
Cold dust scattered in the air. Wherever Seiber went, the only thing left behind was a pile of fire that looked like a burning stake.
"Ah! Listen, the sound of the blade drinking blood is so beautiful! The temperature of the flames burning souls is so warm … Why are you howling? Why are you afraid! Come! Come! "
The deranged voice resounded through the sky. He completely released himself and returned to the most primitive killing instinct. His Beast Sense was fully activated to the maximum, and he let reason roll out of his mind. Now, the stage was dominated by the instinct to destroy.
Under the trembling gaze of both the enemy and his allies, he clenched the battle blade with both hands. The flames on the blade soared and condensed into a substance. Under his crazy slash, the sharp flame blade flew out of the blade, like a sickle, crazily moving forward in the dark fog. Everywhere it went, there was a primitive raging flame.
"Embrace, this warm second death! You … have chosen the wrong opponent! "
Black spots of light flashed quickly in Saber's vision and then extinguished. He had not killed to his heart's content in a long time. He only needed to wave his sword, wave, and wave again. Everything in front of him, whether it was the cold dead spirits, the ugly stitched corpses, or the crazy ghouls, was turned to ashes under his sharp flame blade.
However, when those evil souls were ignited, Seiber could feel the flames in his eyes growing stronger and stronger. Not only did it not cause him any pressure, but as more and more evil souls were ignited, the flames that he could control grew bigger and bigger. It was as if he was using the existence of those evil souls to fuel the flames of hell. The temperature was getting higher and higher, and it even began to burn Seiber's skin and bones. Outside of his eyes, wisps of green smoke were emitted from them.
He had to find a way to disperse the burning energy in his eyes!
"Ah … Hahaha! 'Is this … is this your true way of using it?' So I … have been using it wrongly all this time? "
He let go of his right hand that was covering his eyes, and the Eyes of Repentance that burned like tangible flames raised his ability to control fire to the maximum at this moment. A ball of flames burst out from his palm and quickly flowed along his palm, fingers, and arms, until all the flames on the surface of his body and the ground around him were sucked dry.
A roaring fire dragon appeared beside Saber and wrapped around his body. It was imbued with Saber's will. The moment he held the Saber with his left hand, under the command of Saber's raised fingers, it roared and charged into the darkness ahead.
Nothing could stop it, and nothing dared to stop it.
The fire dragon roared and charged into the depths of the dark fog, exterminating at least one-fifth of the evil spirits present. At the last moment, under the gazes of everyone who stood up from the ruins, a ball of oppressive fire suddenly exploded in the depths of the dark fog. It was as if it had truly pierced through the darkness and opened up a gap in the area where the dark energy lingered.
The sunlight from the outside world shone through the gap into the ruins filled with blood and death. It was like the first ray of light in the darkness. In this desperate battle to the death, it gave people the most realistic and touching hope.
No one knew if it was a coincidence or not, but the light that pierced through the darkness just happened to hit Saber. His figure holding the long saber looked so tall and silent at this moment, like a dark mountain. Even though his crazy killing previously made people feel afraid, in the midst of the flying ashes, everyone had to admit that the person in front of them … had saved them.
Saber did not have the self-awareness of a savior. He swung the saber in his hand and took a step forward. He walked out of the light and into the darkness again. The flames had dissipated, and his Eyes of Repentance had turned into ordinary eyes. However, the evil spirits in front of him who did not know what to do took a step back in unison.
Saber pointed at the darkness ahead that had been pierced through by the path of ashes. With a clang, the cold blade of the alloy saber stabbed into the ground like a boundary. His low and cold voice resounded throughout the ruins of the Sanctum.
"You want to come over? Sure! Come on! "
"I'm standing right here. Come on! If one comes, I'll kill one! "
Hiding in the dark clouds and watching all this, Casillas' eyes couldn't help but twitch. It wasn't that he had never seen Saber before, but he really didn't know that when facing a group of evil spirits that could destroy a city, Saber's combat power would be magnified to such a shocking extent.
Of course, he recognized the flame that could burn souls. It was Mephisto's unique hellfire, but wasn't Mephisto already imprisoned by the Ancient One? The only Ghost Rider in this world was still far away in the United States. This bastard … where the hell did he come from?
"Just one step away! Bastard! "
Casillas frantically flipped through the book in front of him. His black eyes were full of anger and a touch of unforgettable hatred. "Just one step away! I'll let you die here and completely destroy all your hope! Right here! Die! "
"Hum!"
A golden portal that occupied half of the sky opened in the center of the ruins. More than 30 fully armed combat mages, led by Modu, rushed out of the portal with murderous intent, intending to support the London Sanctum that was still fighting fiercely. But the next moment, they were stunned to find that the battle seemed to be over.
Casillas's act of flipping through the pages also stopped at this moment. After the arrival of this new force, this raid was no longer meaningful. He glanced at the devastated battlefield with hatred, then looked back at the southwest. The support that should have been in place did not appear, so he put away the book, turned around, and walked into the dark magic circle in the air.
The dark fog quickly dissipated, and more and more warm light shone on the ground. A figure holding a saber stood in front of the ruins. His body was covered with burn wounds from the dark power. His handsome trench coat was in tatters, and he looked extremely miserable. However, no one was standing next to him. Opposite him was the dark fog that had stopped moving forward, and there was a looming evil spirit in it.
One person was like a line of defense that would never fall.
"What a … lunatic …"
The old Knight, who was on his last breath, stared blankly at Seiber who was standing in front of him. He had seen many arrogant people in his long life, but this was the only one who was so arrogant that he couldn't help but admire.
"No, he's not …"
Strange looked at the figure bathed in light in front of him, and a look of admiration appeared in his eyes.
"He's not a lunatic … He may not be a good person, but at this moment, he's a true hero. He saved us."
Saber looked at the dissipating evil spirit army in front of him. He looked back at Strange and turned to walk out of the ruins, but he was stopped by Strange.
"Saber, where are you going? Come back to Kamar-Taj with me. You've made a great contribution, and the Sorcerer Supreme will heal you! "
Saber turned around, and there was a strange relief in his eyes under the helmet. He waved his left hand and intimately wrapped it around Strange's neck, and lowered his voice.
"Go back and tell Ancient One that I've repaid what I owed her. Oh, that's right, you still owe me a life, so... help me get something. Heh, Mage Strange, listen up, I just saved your life. If you dare to say 'no', I'll beat you up!"
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