Shaking his hand, the magic of Burning Hands quickly took effect.

Under the burning of fire magic, only a pile of charred powder was left at Weir's feet.

It's the same hall, still the same fog, and it looks quite weird.

Eve was still like that, lying motionless on the ground, but after Weir's treatment, her "demonization" seemed to have stopped - at least, there was no longer that weird black energy coming out of her body.

There is nothing wrong with this being good news.

However, the current situation does not seem to be developing as Weir expected.

The surrounding environment still seemed so weird, and it did not disappear completely because of the death of the clown-like guy. On the contrary, after the clown was killed by Weir, the atmosphere of the hall suddenly became extremely eerie and weird, as if there was something hidden everywhere.

With deadly murderous intent.

The situation seems to be getting a little tricky.

Feeling the sudden chill all around, Weir felt his whole body tremble in an inexplicable way.

There is no doubt that this is an extremely dangerous signal.

Is there something that has been overlooked?

Will thought to himself.

Forcibly suppressing the aroused murderous intention and crazy fear, Will began to think bit by bit about the details that he had ignored.

I remember what the clown said before he died, well, Morpheus will avenge me...

Morpheus?

Wait, I seem to have heard this name somewhere.

Huh? Is this anonymous?

For a moment, Weir suddenly remembered an explanation.

It was a biological introduction book he found in the Hongta Library. It recorded countless strange creatures that could not be seen in the main plane. Among them, there was an introduction to this creature called "Morpheus".

Morpheus, the anonymous Nightmare, also known as the Nightmare Knight, is a high-level strange creature transformed by a curse.

Their bodies are creatures from different planes, formed after being tempted by the God of Death and willing to accept the curse and join the undead camp.

They are the most famous dark killers in the Nightmare Knights of [Underworld].

Unlike other undead creatures, although these guys are called "knights", their methods are basically standard assassins.

The body has no form and is almost immortal, which is enough to witness the power of the "undead" life form.

Decline in dreams and pass away in silence.

Killing people but also killing people's hearts... This is what these guys are best at.

These cold killers who ride nightmares into dreams are often the enemies those with weak willpower least want to encounter.

…

Finally figured it out.

Several complex flame magic arrays were set up around him, and Weir paid very vigilant attention to his surroundings.

In this environment, every location may be a place where these strange undead creatures launch a surprise attack.

Time passed minute by minute, but there was no attack as expected.

"Did I make a mistake?" Will muttered to himself.

Now Weir is like a taut bowstring. As long as he is stimulated by an external force, he will probably rebound violently. However, he has been in a highly tense situation, and the concentration he needs to exert is far beyond the limit.

Imagine.

Something is wrong.

At this moment, Eve, who had been silent, finally woke up.

"Wil..."

"What's wrong?" Feeling someone tugging at the corner of his clothes, Weir lowered his head. Beside him, Eve was looking at him with a haggard expression.

"I feel a little uncomfortable

Clothes……"

"Well..." Will was silent.

Indeed, Eve's condition does look very bad now - on her pale face, you can still clearly feel the dark lines slowly flowing.

"I need to relax...continuously using healing techniques is harmful to the body." Sighing, Weir declined politely.

Of course, this is just an excuse.

Under such circumstances, Weir, who was too exhausted, could not concentrate on treating Eve.

In order to prepare for sudden attacks, Weir must focus on defense.

Level thirteen.

Because of the curse, no matter how strong they (Morpheus) were during their lifetime, when they transform into [Nightmare Knights], due to the curse of the gods, their strength will always be suppressed at the high level.

Weir doesn't have blind optimism. When it comes to unknown threats, he usually bases his judgment on the worst guesses. Therefore, this guy is at least level 13.

Of course, this is also the worst plan.

Hmm...there is a one-level difference.

This is undoubtedly something to be thankful for.

However, although the difference in strength between high-level classes is very large, the enemy is hiding and he is hiding, and Weir has no confidence to use his own life as a bargaining chip to test the opponent's strength.

…

"Will, I seem a little cold."

Eve folded her hands around her chest and rubbed it crazily. As she breathed, some white frost air could be vaguely seen rising out.

"I'm so cold...I feel so uncomfortable..." Her eyes were shaking violently, and Eve's body was also shaking crazily.

"Okay, it'll be fine." As he said that, Weir held Eve's palm.

Cold.

The pale little hands were extremely cold, like frost that had not melted for many years.

"Hiss~"

Weir retracted his palm as fast as lightning, with a look of disbelief on his face. With just such a touch, a thin layer of frost appeared on the back of his hand.

"so cold……"

"Wait a minute." As he said that, Weir put his hand into the space bag and fumbled around.

I still vaguely remember that there are some potions for treating magical trauma inside, which may come in handy at this time.

At this moment, Weir's right eye suddenly began to flicker and flicker, and a strange black energy was slowly floating outward. At first glance, it looked like an extremely unstable signal light.

Um?

etc……

As if he thought of something, the movements in Weir's hands suddenly stopped, his eyes swayed back and forth, and finally stopped in an inconspicuous corner.

After shaking a few times unconsciously, Weir's face suddenly became particularly ugly.

"Vell, I'm so cold..." Eve's voice was very soft, her body just curled up there, looking like a huddled hedgehog, "Hug me..."

"Okay." With that said, Will stretched out his palm again.

but--

A silver-white lightsaber suddenly took shape.

It was a sword of light condensed from Clarent's power, with some "purifying" power.

"Pfft."

The lightsaber sank straight into Eve's chest.

"Why are you?"

Without answering, Weir just suddenly raised one foot and stepped directly on Eve's stomach.

"Crack."

There was no blood and flesh flying around as expected.

"Eve"'s body quickly twisted, and then turned into a dark shadow that quickly moved around.

Zhou dispersed.

"Don't run!" shouted loudly, and sixteen thumb-thick lightsabers were thrown out by Weir immediately.

but--

A strange ripple appeared in the air instantly, like a peaceful sleep suddenly shaking violently.
To be continued...