"I'm upgrading."

Isius Shi Shiran fell back to the ground. He felt that he was getting stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming more powerful every second.

He took a deep breath, turned around, and faced Nona who was attacking with his sword.

"Nonna, get back!" Berthier screamed almost heartbreakingly. At this moment, the whole world seemed to slow down, and it was inexplicably clear, imprinting everything clearly on his mind.

inside.

Nona split Isius's neck with a sword, tearing it from his left shoulder to his right abdomen. The cross sword blessed by extraordinary power was extremely sharp and was about to split Isius into two pieces.

However, a strange scene occurred.

Isius's split shoulders, neck and chest began to shake like a mass of paste, and even glued together along the wounds. Nona's attack was like cutting off water with a sword. When her sword blade reached her waist and abdomen

When it reaches the position, it has become stagnant and cannot move.

"Hmmm~"

Isius smiled, even curiously looking at himself who was almost split in half, and then looked up at Nona with a determined face. Then, he raised his hand.

"Hiss!"

There was a frightening tearing sound, and Isius's right hand turned into a waving whip, breaking Nona's right hand at the elbow. The severely injured trainee knight hurriedly retreated, only to see another cold light sweep in front of her eyes.

Pass.

Isius's right limb had now turned into a long whip like an octopus tentacle. He directly rolled up the long sword still inserted in his body and threw it towards Nona, penetrating her breastplate.

Nona crashed into the crowd and fell at Berthier's feet.

The sacrifice at the moment of the red moon licked the blood mist of the sacrifice with satisfaction. The atmospheric mirror in mid-air teleported this bloody scene into the distance.

"Homonworth is watching you," Isius said, "but they can't save you. No one can cross the world and come here."

He raised his hand and pointed to the sky. On the ground, monsters had surrounded the remaining living people from all sides.

Desai took Neferti and ran to the nearby hillside. When he looked back at the blood swamp, those officers and sergeants who were more powerful and older than him had disappeared, and the last ones had lost their shields.

and a helmet, and only a few swords and daggers in his hands.

He was breathing heavily, and his chest felt like a shabby hole. The blood all over his body was about to solidify, making his whole body tremble in the cold.

Desai helplessly saw Berthier pouring the last potion. Nona, who had broken her arm, pulled out her right hand from the hilt of the sword, pulled it a few times, took out a necklace and put it on herself.

.

"Bertier, stop the bleeding."

Nona's silver breastplate had been dyed red. She trembled at the corner of her mouth, pinched the sword blade inserted into her chest with her left hand, and folded it hard, breaking the rare holy weapon into two pieces. Half of it was left on her chest.

He held the other piece in his hand, "I can still do it, pfft"

Before she finished speaking, she spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Hey, guys, I'm ready," Ophelia's red left eye with two-color eyes bloomed with a beautiful and confusing light, "I'm okay, I'm just a little confused."

"My lovely ladies, let me sum it up," Berthier said, "the current situation is that we are finished."

"Um."

"right."

Nona and Ophelia nodded together.

"Therefore, we have to make arrangements for the next battle," Berthier said. "We have to block Isius's intentions and pave the way for Griffith and the others' battle."

As soon as he finished speaking, the intertwined spiritual energy surged up.

It was a darkness so deep that it was pure, and the starlight like fine sand gathered into an eye-like illusion, occupying the vastness of the entire starry sky.

During this sharp and heartbreaking psychic surge, Ophelia's eyes were instantly stained with a layer of blood, and warm, viscous liquid flowed out of her nose uncontrollably.

Isius suddenly noticed something. He raised his wand and pointed it towards Ophelia. The broken swords and broken guns that fell on the ground all flew up and roared towards Ophelia who fell to the ground, blocking the shooting trajectory.

Berthier was the first to be shot through the shield and fell to the ground. Just before hitting Ophelia, a figure suddenly rushed up and blocked her front.

"Bah, bah, bah!"

In a series of piercing howls, the blade trembled violently first, followed by the sound of tearing metal and flesh.

Nona stood in front of Ophelia, her half-broken sword was broken into pieces, and six weapons were pierced into her body. Her left eye was penetrated by a broken sword, and she was hit by three throwing spears in the chest.

There are two swords stabbed in the legs.

"Boom!"

Miss Shutoral, who was fully armored, fell to her knees. She shook, and her body twitched uncontrollably. The gun on her chest supported the ground, hanging her on the gun shaft, preventing her from falling.

Woo, uh, I can't breathe, so cold, so hard, something is stuck in my throat...

Murat's necklace...

Is it the necklace, strangling me?

Nona struggled to raise her hand, pulled down the necklace from her neck and held it in her hand. She held it tightly and raised it to the sky. She seemed to see a vague, familiar figure coming to her side.

A smile appeared at the corner of her blood-clotted mouth. She was speechless and just murmured in her heart:

"If, if we didn't meet in this world, if we didn't meet in such a miserable place, and just have ordinary daily life every day, I can definitely let you know.

"Oh, there is probably no result, but I can be brave and won't end up with regrets..."

Big tears fell from the corners of her eyes, dripping with blood and forming tear stains.

"I feel so regretful. Even if I just express my feelings, it's good, isn't it? I really want to say it... It's so embarrassing. I shouldn't become a wraith...

"There is no chance anymore, and so does everyone. We obviously have good intentions, but we are so sorry...

"This twisted world."

Nona clenched her left hand for the last time.

"Mura, crush this twisted world...to pieces!"

She raised her left hand hard and then dropped it.

In the 1443 issue, Shutoral and Nona were killed in battle, on the same day as Kurara, Dedeus and five 1444 issue Shutoral.

It's over, my sacrifice is complete. I can take care of the remaining captives... huh?

Isius, who was just thinking about it, suddenly raised his head. He had been preparing to declare victory to all living things and the world, and a flash of surprise and fear suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Ophelia, who had lost her fighting power, knelt on the ground. She seemed to be integrating with the world and the starry sky, sending her call to the planet.

The blood-stained world is lit up.

Ophelia chanted intermittently. She was about to lose consciousness. However, the magic eye was still executing orders, guiding the trajectory of distant existences in the star realm:

An orange-red trail flashed in the dark depths of the sky.

What is that!? Ishu's smile suddenly disappeared.

He was sure that he saw something! Some kind of unknown, subversive existence flashed past in the distance, soaring into the sky!

"What's going on? What's going on! Am I being targeted?" Isius screamed, "You are channeling the Tears of the Moon Goddess! Ophelia, you crazy woman, don't you know this can only

I will crush you, but am I immortal?!

"Wait a minute, that's not right, the breath is wrong! The ripples of psychic energy are wrong too...

"This is not the same thing that crashed in Odessa!

"What are you doing!?"

…

Raindrops pounded on the roof, and thunder roared in on black clouds. The teleportation array connecting Homemonworth and Sebasto was being activated at high speed, and someone was about to return from there.

"Griffith!" Galadia, who was waiting anxiously beside the teleportation array, stood up, "Isius is making a sacrifice, and psychic energy is pouring into reality! Nona, everyone..."

The girl wiped away the endless tears and tried her best to make her words coherent: "Are you going there?"

The war knight emerged from the magic light particles, as thick and cold as an ancient sculpture. He nodded and gently brushed away the elf's tears: "War is calling me."

"There seems to be a dragon there!"

"There is indeed a dragon there," Griffith nodded slightly. "A dragon has never appeared in our story. The outer god has sent his minions, and the mystery is increasing.

"The Hand of God and their enemies are about to fight.

"Garadia, although the world is vast, we have no retreat."

…

The True Knowledge Crystal kept in the Hall of Homemon Watts showed an image, just now. Sonia stared blankly, the scene in front of her completely shattered her world, everything was tragic and unreal.

All the teachers and students in the school who had learned about the attack on Berthier's column last night saw the tragic death of Dedeus. Nona was shot through with a spear and a long sword, but she still supported herself with a cross sword and half-knelt on the ground.

Like a knight who took a short rest, he still maintained his posture to get up and fight again.

Kulala's beautiful head hung on the tip of the gun, and the corners of her mouth were slightly pursed, as if she had fallen asleep with infinite attachment. Blood stains fell like teardrops, and there was a faint trace of sadness between her curved eyebrows.

A cracking sound came from the cold and silent hall. The marble floor let out an unbearable whine, and then exploded with a bang.
To be continued...