Ancient evil spirits, strange things that live in the depths of the sea of ​​light.

Few people have really seen them. Those who are lucky enough to face the lives of ancient evil spirits, either die or go crazy, and they have no chance to spread the legend of ancient evil spirits again.

But it is certain that these things are dangerous.

When Merlin helped Riana kill the "ghost father" Bellakos, he had seen the scene of an ancient evil spirit crossing the dimension and entering hell.

The kind of experience that makes people feel devastated by just one glance and almost going crazy is really very uncomfortable. Even the Raven Lord is not willing to do it again.

The ancient evil spirits are actually not evil in nature. They are nothing to do with evil, they are just chaos.

What is chaos?

Disorder is the absolute opposition of chaos and order.

The other side of order is not evil or darkness, but pure "nothing"!

The ancient evil spirits have no body in the conventional sense, and are the ultimate manifestation of chaos. When looking directly at them, wisdom will encounter extreme challenges.

If you do not have enough knowledge and experiences to understand the form of the ancient gods with your own consciousness, then the power of nothingness will swallow you, interfere with you, and transform you into the same form.

Your will will collapse and you will go crazy.

But if you have enough knowledge, or have big brains, you can understand the existence form of ancient evil spirits in your own way, then you can barely retain your reason and escape your life in that kind of gaze.

Whether one can understand, accept, and adapt is the only criterion for determining whether life can continue to exist when facing ancient evil spirits.

This has nothing to do with strength.

Evil objects at this conceptual level are the enemy of all orders. They rely on instinctive actions and once they cross the dimension and enter the real world, they will trigger large-scale chaos infection.

Just like this ghost world.

Through the flesh and blood eroded by chaos, the ancient evil spirits formed a body in the material world. In the process of longing to swallow the world, the countless lives that were swallowed in this world, the originally unconscious evil spirits also gained a personalized consciousness.

That is "it".

All the malicious images of this world.

Now, with a premonition of the crisis and the cursed flesh-and-blood servants who rely on their own cursed flesh-and-blood servants, it is also taking risks, coercing Wanda to help it broaden the road to the sea of ​​light.

This will allow more evil spirits to appear in this world.

This means that it wants to share this world that will be completely swallowed with other evil spirits.

This is not a good deal.

But the arrival of those evil spirits will allow it to survive the ending of being destroyed by these damn outsiders.

Its will cannot crush the spirit of these outsiders, but it will be enough if the help of other evil spirits is added.

In the sky, the invasion of the great evil spirits brought extreme terrifying results.

The ebony throat, which was beaten so badly by Dum, screamed. The alien with a strong mind covered his bloody head and screamed like a killing chicken.

In this area of ​​concern, the concentration of chaotic force is increasing rapidly.

It's like a large-scale will detection magic being thrown here, and all creatures here must be forced to undergo will detection from the great evil spirits and the world's malicious will.

It’s like facing a super high-intensity fear aura. Once the will detection fails, the spirit will be hit terrible.

"Crash"

In the air beside Dum, purple sparks were beating visible to the naked eye.

It was the spiritual magic he imposed on himself, the energy collision caused by the continuous flux of chaotic will.

As powerful as Doom, he was also trapped in a war of will at this moment.

He shook and retreated, and in front of his eyes, the floating magic formed various strange images, like countless people singing in his ears, but it was a noisy sound.

Those sneaky whispers.

The more you want to hear it clearly, the less you can hear it clearly.

And the dawn that was supposed to arrive was pushed back into the night again under the influence of the great evil spirits emerging from the pale, blue, and dark red light balls in the sky.

Those evil spirits without fixed bodies wantonly spread their power into this desperate world.

As the glow repeatedly tangled and intertwined, the entire night sky was dyed into a strange lilac color, and even the gloomy and cold moon turned into an extremely evil purple moon arc.

The beach is not the only one that is affected.

Deep in the spreading mountains, outside the shelter where the gate had been opened, the witch Hermione stared at the change in the sky in a daze, and she was not infected by chaos.

Because of her heroic spirit, Joan of Arc, the judginger of order, was leaning on the battle flag of the holy white and protecting this land with a white light shield.

Joan of Arc is the legendary saint, and he was reborn on this battlefield in the posture of a heroic spirit.

She wore silver armor and war skirt, a large blue cloak with cross badges embroidered, a black sheathed white blade on her waist, and a metal headdress with m-fitted clothes on her head.

She is a silent girl with a strange appearance and a strange similarity to Artoria, but her personality is completely different.

But at this moment, the silent girl held the double triangle battle flag sniffing the golden holy emblem in her left hand, and held it on the hilt of the sword at her waist with her right hand. The white, warm light rose from the rushing battle flag and turned into protection to cover her and the shelter behind her.

The golden hair swayed in the erosion of chaos, and the blue eyes were full of firmness and mercy.

She was like a guardian stone statue, blocking the innocent people who were ragged and had long been defeated by despair and could only seek hope.

The witch Hermione stood beside Joan of Arc, and Shazam and Strange who had just been picked up.

They stood in the barrier of the Holy White, looking at the sky that had turned into a desperate purple.

The evil moon arc hung high in the sky and the red light column that pierced into the sky, as if it were a symbol of the arrival of the doomsday in this world.

"Something must have happened over there..."

Hermione looked at the red beam under the night with concern, and said to Strange and Shazam beside her:

"That was Wanda's magic, but she was opening the door to the evil spirits to enter this world. Wanda was likely to be controlled, or even worse, and she was most likely out of control."

"I'll go and have a look."

Shazan clenched his fists, and he turned around and looked at the hundreds of lives behind him who were kneeling on the ground and praying, who had not been invaded by chaos, and a trace of unbearableness flashed in his eyes.

The young man blessed by the divine power was about to step out of the barrier, but he was blocked by the battle flag waved by the heroic spirit.

The Holy Spirit, who was covered with white holy light, said coldly:

"Don't go out! Such filth will inflict your divine body. You do not control your own power enough, and the power in your body cannot protect you."

"Then we just watch it?"

Shazam retorted:

"Watch the end of the world?"

"No, we stick to it."

Joan of Arc looked back at the resentful Shazam, and she whispered in a low but quick and calm tone:

“This place is hope.”

"boom"

The great evil spirits entered this world more and more quickly, and the chaos erosion imposed on the world was further increased.

In the harsh sound of glass breaking, Strange looked up and saw that the white lights in the outer layer of the order barrier supported by Joan of Arc were as if they were hit by flowing water and were quickly darkening.

"Master! I'm going to launch a higher barrier."

Joan of Arc's face also changed. She looked back at Hermione and said:

"But if I want to make up my mind to protect this place, I will inject all my magic into this place, form a barrier that cannot move, and I will no longer be able to fight for you..."

Hermione was hesitant.

She looked back at the back where a little girl about the same age as her daughter Rose was grabbing the corner of her skirt.

Unlike his little princess, this poor little girl was not covered in clothes, and her face became thinner due to long-term hunger and panic, which further highlighted her big eyes.

And the eyes were full of despair and fear, like a heart-wrenching kitten.

Hermione pursed her lips, and she squatted down, took out a candy prepared for her daughter from her pocket, put it into the little girl's hand, and then touched the little girl's yellow hair.

The hundreds of normal children in this shelter are probably the last normal lives of this world.

They are the last remaining hope in this world.

"It's enough to have Artoria, Skaha and Brenheld, Joan of Arc, I know you don't like fighting, so just guard it."

"We are here not only bringing disasters to the world, but we can also protect these hopes."

Hermione breathed a long sigh, and she said to Joan of Arc without looking back:

"I probably understand now that my brother's intention to send me into this battlefield... Open the barrier! Joan of Arc, I command you as the Lord of the Lord that you must protect these lives before the battle ends..."

"As you protect me."

Behind the witch, a warm light flashed in the big blue eyes of the Saint Hero Spirit. A smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, which was always serious, but it was fleeting.

In the already dim halo, Joan of Arc turned around, and she raised the Holy White Battle Flag in her hand, and while waving her wrist, the elegant white sword on her waist was pulled out of the black scabbard.

Between the sharp blades, the white battle flags flew in the wind.
To be continued...