Chaos, darkness, weirdness, and indescribable.
This was a space beyond human understanding. A space that had been hidden in the corner of this planet since ancient times but had never been known by the mortals of this world. In this strange place where there was no distinction between near and far, up, down, left and right, one could only see countless broken towers floating in the air, crooked palaces, and mysterious long bridges connecting these twisted buildings. In the distant and dark Chaos, inexplicable stars and nebulae had been shining on this dark world for thousands of years. They also cast a mysterious and treacherous shadow on every building that floated in the void, which made people feel timid just by looking at it.
No one knew who built these buildings, and no one knew which race this space once belonged to. The only thing that was certain was that the previous owner of this space was extremely powerful, and possessed technology that far surpassed common sense. That was because these run-down buildings that floated in the air were, without exception, extraordinarily sturdy. Even the strongest of the unusual races could not shake them in the slightest.
Now, intense battles were breaking out in every corner of this space.
In a corner of the void, a broken and collapsed palace floated. The structure of the palace still showed the grandeur of the past. On one side of the broken wall of the palace, a few dazzling white flames suddenly burst out. Along with the explosion of the flames, a few vague figures in black trench coats could be seen. Continuous battle cries rang from all directions. This once peaceful and sacred place had completely turned into a criminal battlefield of chaos and betrayal.
A tall, dark-skinned high-ranking demon hunter stood at the entrance of the palace. He waved a strange huge cross and continuously deflected several crossbow bolts that were shot at him. Behind him, in front of the main entrance of the palace, there was a glimmering light wall. The light wall was on the verge of collapse. Obviously, it had suffered too many attacks. A small group of exhausted demon hunters hid behind a few collapsed stone pillars, fighting back with their crossbows and long-range magic. A warrior shouted, "Master Teuton! We can't hold this place any longer! "
The burly demon hunter, Teuton, slammed the huge cross in his hand, which looked like a war hammer, on the ground. When the cross hit the ground, a dazzling electric light burst out, temporarily creating a barrier outside the palace. He frowned and looked around. What he saw was an overwhelming disadvantage: almost all of his warriors were injured, and the rune wall outside the palace was almost extinguished.
Although the warriors were still here, the physical line of defense was obviously on the verge of collapse.
Just as he was looking at the situation, a huge explosion suddenly came from afar, and a dazzling flash lit up the dark space within a radius of a kilometer. He looked up and saw the top of a spire hundreds of meters away emitting a fierce flame. The whole spire was like a burning torch that lit up the surroundings. On the spire, bright lines of runes were exploding one by one from top to bottom. It was the protective wall that the later generations had laid on the building. Compared to the indestructible body of the building, these crude magic tricks were too fragile.
"… The energy node has fallen," Teuton said, looking at the scene with a poker face. He waved his hand to open the light wall at the main entrance of the palace. "Retreat to the second line of defense."
The exhausted warriors felt as if they had been pardoned and quickly retreated into the palace. Teuton was the last to leave. After the guards retreated, countless crossbow bolts and magic bullets immediately poured on the protective light wall. All of these attacks avoided the unusually strong building structure of the palace itself, but aimed at the fragile additional protection. The light wall flickered violently under the fierce attack, and it seemed that it was only a matter of time before it completely collapsed.
Teuton strode in the palace corridor, and the occasional huge explosion made the ground under his feet tremble. Judging from the explosion and the shaking around him, the attackers had used more powerful siege weapons. Perhaps the part of the rebel army that attacked the energy node had come here to join forces. Teuton grabbed a young hunter who ran past him. "Where is Master White Flame?"
The young hunter's eyes were filled with fear, and he almost screamed when Teuton grabbed him. He gasped and stammered, "Just … just retreated from the side wall, and is resting in the inner hall."
Teuton nodded calmly and walked into the inner hall. But before he left, he suddenly turned around and stopped the young hunter. "Calm down, boy. The day you picked up the Sacred Silver Weapon, you should not be afraid of dying in battle."
The young hunter looked at Teuton blankly, and his face showed a smile that was uglier than crying. "I am not afraid of dying in the hands of the demons, but those outside are …"
"Go, hold the line," Teuton interrupted the young man. "Those standing behind you are also your brothers and sisters. Compared to those who have lost their minds, those who are still fighting with you are more precious."
Inner hall.
As soon as he stepped into this place, Teuton felt a scorching heat coming from all directions, burning his body and soul at the same time. He looked up and saw a silver-haired girl standing in the middle of the Sacred Flame. The silver-haired girl was surrounded by flames, and the silver-white sea of fire was like a real existence, spreading throughout the hall like a spiritual illusion. But other than the real heat, nothing in the hall was ignited by the Sacred Flame. Teuton was stunned. Ignoring the large sea of fire, he strode forward. "The energy node of West Tower has fallen."
"I know, I can feel it." The silver-haired girl turned around. She pressed one hand on the side of her abdomen, where there was a shocking wound. But it was not blood that gushed out of the wound, but a stream of white flame that flowed like liquid. "The barrier outside should be broken soon."
"How's the injury?" Teuton frowned. "I heard that you were attacked."
White Flame smiled indifferently, as if she was talking about someone else's business. "The guy almost succeeded. If his spirit was stronger, he could have withstood the pain of the Sacred Flame for half a second longer."
As she spoke, she removed her hand from the side of her abdomen. The wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her self-healing ability was no different from that of a werewolf.
Boom!
Another explosion came from outside the hall, and the entire inner hall shook violently. Teuton looked up at the dome structure of the hall, and his tone was still calm. "It should be able to hold on for a few more days. These buildings are very difficult to destroy. After the barrier outside is broken, they can only send a small group of soldiers in to fight with us. Everyone here is good at close combat."
"But it's meaningless to hold on for a few more days." White Flame shook her head. "Should we consider closing the Stellar Spire? Or blow it up … "
Teuton frowned. "If we do that, we will lose the sacred place forever, and it may not be able to completely seal this space. I'm afraid the sages have a way to reopen the Stellar Spire from the inside."
The two of them were silent for a moment. As White Flame's injury gradually recovered, the sea of fire in the inner hall gradually dissipated. Teuton broke the silence again. "I'm afraid Elder Hasse is still alive," he said.
White Flame's eyes suddenly widened. The news finally broke her indifferent attitude.
"Mentor is still alive? He … "
"He was just taken away, but the sages will not execute an elder demon hunter so hastily. According to intelligence from other places, the rebels are more inclined to capture the elder alive, probably to use him, "Teuton said, looking into White Flame's eyes." As I feared, the sages are not crazy. Or at least they are not completely crazy. So they have tactics and some kind of goal, which will be more difficult to deal with. "
White Flame's breathing became slightly rapid, and small flames began to burst in the air around her.
"White Flame, there is a task that only you can complete," Teuton suddenly said. Although he and White Flame were both master-level demon hunters, there was a huge gap in seniority between them. In the entire group of demon hunters, he was still White Flame's superior. "Give this to the Countess," he said.
As he spoke, he took out an exquisite platinum box from his body. After opening the platinum box, there was a blood-red crystal inside.
"This is …"
"It was left by Elder Hasse. It is said that Sage Beetholis suddenly gave it to him a month ago. At that time, the sage also left a message: in case of emergency, this thing should be given to the Countess. I think His Holiness Beetholis was referring to the current situation. "
"The Countess …" White Flame was a little stunned. "You mean …"
"There is only one ancient in this world who can be called by Sage Beetholis," Teuton said.
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