"Of course I have my own reasons."

Weir's answer was only this short sentence.

"You took it away, right? Can you give it to me?"

Shaking her head, Fiona threw the mask aside. She looked at Will quietly, her eyes seemed a little uncertain.

After a long time, she spoke slowly.

"I checked about your life experience."

"Really? Ha. What next? You're waiting for me here not just to tell me this, right?"

Weir calmly moved back a few steps, getting as close as possible to the position of the magic sword Naros.

Wilko, who was particularly sensitive to murderous intent, never ignored the terrifying aura that was lingering on Fiona's body - even Wilco was somewhat affected by this biting murderous intent that was like a sharp knife piercing the heart.

"Give up." As she said that, the pressure brought by Fiona seemed to have eased a bit.

"Um?"

"Your revenge."

"Heh." Will smiled contemptuously.

"The Holy Light Church has been completely corrupted, and the word 'Holy Light' has long lost its original meaning." As she said that, Fiona took out a black stone from nowhere and placed it in the palm of her hand.

She rubbed it gently with her index finger and thumb, and a very weak fighting spirit slowly penetrated into it with the touch of her fingertips.

Under the nourishment of Fiona's power, the stone soon became white and flawless.

"The wheel of fate has already begun its journey, and darkness will eventually swallow everything. However, just like the alternation of night, the sun rises and sets, darkness falls, but the light will never die. Your efforts can only be in vain."

"I don't know how far I can go, but I want to give it a try. At least, this is the only goal I lived for before." After moving to a suitable position, Weir put his hand on the hilt of the magic sword,

Then he closed his eyes, "This is not just my revenge... You will never understand how many people died in the church's so-called 'Fallen Angel Project'."

The black mist slowly climbed up along the hilt of the magic sword, and then seeped into Weir's hand holding the sword.

Veins popped up, and the muscles in his hands began to twitch involuntarily.

"...There are too many things I don't know, too many. No one knows how many innocent souls are buried under that so-called light. But I know that in this plan, I am the only one

A poor thing who survived... Yes, poor thing." Weir muttered to himself as if he was complaining about something.

Ignoring Will's words, Fiona continued to rub the stone in her hand. When the stone became completely transparent, she finally stopped.

When she stopped what she was doing, the stone began to slowly turn into darkness again.

"Human beings always tie themselves to the past and cannot extricate themselves, but they never think that what restrains them is often themselves. Who knows whether they are free or not? The reason why the prison bird cannot fly is that it is imprisoned by an invisible cage.

, just forget about the splendor of the sky. This is the final decision of the two camps, you are just the one who is too small to ignore. You should not get involved, and your future should not stay here," Fiona

Lifting his head, in his eyes,

There seems to be a blazing flame, "You know - even without you, it will eventually be destroyed."

The implication is self-evident.

"Can not go back."

Opening his eyes, two lines of blood and tears fell from the corners of Will's eyes. He pointed at his chest and slowly shook his head.

"What about you? Who do you represent?"

"I do not represent the church. But you should understand that besides the church, there are other things in this world," Fiona pointed to the sky and continued, "Your behavior has aroused opposition from some people.

Therefore, I must take it away before you do."

"It's sad, are you just a pawn?" Weir continued to sneer.

At this moment, the back of Fiona's hand suddenly began to tremble crazily.

Scarlet lines were intertwined with sticky blood, and a strange text was engraved on it.

"Well……"

"Looks like I got something right, doesn't it?"

"Why bother? There's no benefit in irritating them. I'm sorry, please forgive me." With a pinch, a pile of black powder fell away diagonally from Fiona's fingertips.

There is no wind.

The powder did not fall to the ground, but slowly floated towards Weir.

"It has nothing to do with evil, I am just a piece on the chessboard of the gods. This is the curse of fate, and I have no way to defy it." Fiona sighed and continued, "Your heart has been assimilated by darkness.

The body has also decayed. Although I know very well that you still maintain your sanity, but... draw the sword, this is the last limit I can allow. The oracle has explained everything, and I have no reason to let you exist in this world anymore.

superior."

"Sanctimonious guys. Those guys behind you are actually no different from the church... Roar! Narrows!"

…

Two blurry figures intersected and collided crazily on the broken earth.

During the battle between Will and Fiona, the area where the landforms could still be seen had completely turned into a weird basin, with potholes of different sizes everywhere.

Smoke and dust rose up during the battle, and then were completely blown away by the suddenly expanding air waves.

bass!

bass!

bass!

It doesn't sound like the sound of metal colliding at all.

There are no extremely gorgeous magic moves like the magician, nor are there the brutal fights between you and me like the berserker. The swordsman's moves are always so simple and unpretentious.

Especially those high-level swordsmen.

If it weren't for the large pits several meters wide that occasionally appeared on the ground, or the deep and invisible ravines, I'm afraid others wouldn't be able to understand the terrifying murderous intention contained in this high-level "swordsmen".

The swirling wind kept blowing.

Although nothing can be seen on the surface, in fact, any poor person who accidentally gets mixed in will be completely torn into incomplete pieces by this terrifying wind blade cyclone at the first opportunity.

In the sky of dust, only two colors, one blue and one black, could be seen flickering.

The cold air of frost spread in the battle, but soon it was hit by an oncoming wave.

The incoming air waves were completely driven away.

The aura of darkness spread crazily, but the next second the black mist rose, there was a flash of cold blue light that completely disintegrated it.

As time went by, bits and pieces of ice and fire began to appear on this crisscrossed land.

In this wilderness, two guys who are temporarily called sword masters are frantically launching fierce attacks on their enemies.

No scruples.

play hard.

One has powerful fighting spirit and powerful swordsmanship; the other has terrifying magic power and various strange powers.

However, judging from the current situation, it seems that Vail has a slight upper hand.

…

"bass!"

Another violent impact.

However, with the support of Weir's power that suddenly doubled several times, after this collision, Fiona's entire body flew out like a cannonball.

"boom!"

A huge cloud of smoke instantly rose up as Fiona landed.

After the smoke and dust dispersed, a pit several meters deep appeared clearly on the cracked ground.

"Give up. After recovering and becoming stronger, I will never be the same person again. I know your painstaking efforts, but you should understand that I am not the kind of person who will give up." Even if Naros's sword

The handle was stained by the blood in his hand, but Weir still "stubbornly" used this terrible double-edged sword, "Give it to me, I can control it."

"Cough...cough, naive guy."

Propping up her body with her long sword, Fiona stood up again.

The viscous liquid slowly overflowed from the corners of her mouth, but she didn't seem to care.

When the blood-red liquid fell to the ground, beautiful blood-colored ice flowers bloomed quietly on the ground at her feet.

"You should understand that your resistance is not just as simple as the church..."

"It's all the same to me."

"No, you don't understand. This is just an illusion. Wait until you are completely... eh?"

Suddenly, Fiona suddenly hugged her head, and with the sound of the cloth being torn to pieces, the hat whose feathers were cut off by Will suddenly exploded into a pile of broken pieces of cloth.

"Uh... no! Don't... uhhhhhhh!"
To be continued...