Kura, a man in white robe, walked into a dense forest.

This place is not too far from Yonghui Central Holy City, but it is not very close. You can vaguely hear the movement of the battle in the city.

Kura felt the faint trembling of the ground and the waves of energy shock waves coming from, and sighed: "The powerful demigod is a powerful demigod. Alas, I don't know if I have any hope of getting a glimpse of the realm of demigod in the future?"

He is currently a level nine-level Yonghui warlock. Now Durand and the man in the black robe are fighting in the city. Kura comes to this unique woods alone to help him pave the way to the saint.

"I'm here." He walked to the middle of the woods, stopped, and said without thinking.

A voice answered him: "Well, thank you for your hard work."

Kura turned her head and saw a distorted light and shadow on the right side of the empty space, and then three figures appeared.

The leader was a tall and tall old man over two meters tall. His appearance and body shape did not look old at all. A man and a woman stood on the side of the old man. The man's skin was blue, his feet were more than four meters tall, and he was wearing light blue snake-skin armor, with sharp and long ears. The woman on the other side was only about one meter five meters. She deliberately put on a big robe made of sea beast leather, and the hem of the robe was dragged long on the ground.

Kura had sharp eyes and noticed a snake tail that could not be covered by the hem of the robe.

"Sorry, I'm late." Kura bowed to show respect, because the three people on the other side were all above him.

He seemed to want to say something, but the old man in the lead waved his hand and said, "We have a general understanding of the situation here. Mr. Kura, you have done a good job. I will not lose any compensation for your promise."

“When will I get it?”

"It depends on whether Durand can win the final victory of this war." The old man smiled and said, "Come on. Let's watch the battle together. How can such a great war be missing a witness?"

"Watch the Demigod War?" Kura was startled, "Here?"

This place is still quite a distance from the Holy City, and you can't see anything clearly, but if you get closer, who can guarantee that you will not be affected by the war between the demigods?

The old man looked at Kura deeply and said, "My clan is best at three points, one is concealment, two is transmission, and three is perception. Come, please watch with us."

After saying that, the old man stretched out his hand calmly, and a blue bulge of water vapor shot out from his fingertips, and a hazy mirror condensed in front of him.

A wave of light and shadow flowed on the mirror, and a clear image gradually emerged. In the picture, a powerful sword-holding man was fighting fiercely with a headless giant beast, which was the scene in the holy city.

The old man sat down cross-legged, and a man and a woman beside him sat down. Then he greeted Kura, "Please come and watch it together. The picture is a bit blurry, and this is impossible. If you do it too much, you may be discovered."

Kura hesitated for a moment before walking forward but did not sit down.

He looked at it for a while, but found that the battle in the picture was too fast. He tried his best and couldn't understand it very much. He couldn't help but frown and asked, "What's the situation now?"

The old man sighed and said, "The Lord of the Shepherd City seems to be in a bad state."

"Durand has a chance of winning." Kura asked anxiously. Durand's victory or defeat is related to his future.

The old man thought for a while, then said calmly: "From the current situation, it should not exceed 30% at most."

Kura's face turned pale.

...

...

The battle continues.

The more intense Durand fought with the headless monster, the less anyone thought he could win. The old man who came from the sea thought so, the Paladin thought so, and even the queen was not optimistic. The bystanders saw the situation clearly. Durand was indeed gradually at a disadvantage.

On the contrary, the man in the black robe who was in the battle vaguely felt a little doubtful.

The man in black robe beaten very smoothly, and it was getting worse and worse. He had gradually suppressed Durand, but on several occasions, he seemed to be about to kill Durand under his claws, but in the end he was avoided by the other party. This made the man in black robe very depressed.

Moreover, Durand acted too calm. Even if he was suppressed to the point of desperation, his face was always calm and calm.

It is this calm that allows Durand to avoid the attacks of the headless giant beast again and again, and from time to time, he can launch a counterattack that makes the man in black robe frightened.

It was precisely because of Durand's calmness that the queen couldn't help but want to support her several times, but she endured it.

Swish! The two sides of the battle passed by again in a thrilling manner.

The headless giant beast turned around like lightning, swept across three consecutive claws, and claws were connected. Durand was like a slight floating fluff in the storm, moving with the wind, and retreating fluffy for more than two hundred meters. After he suddenly thrust his waist and stood still. The floating fluff instantly turned into a rock. Durand's feet were nailed into the void as if they had been rooted.

The man in black robe was stunned and then said sinisterly: "What? Are you not planning to escape again?"

Durand held the sword in reverse, and the blade was facing downwards, making an action of inserting it on the ground. Naturally, his feet were not the ground, but the void. At this moment, a ground-like energy platform naturally emerged, smooth and flat, and the blade pierced into the energy ground and stood steadily in front of Durand.

"You're right, and you really don't plan to dodge anymore." Durand smiled brightly: "Because, there's no need for it next."

After the previous battle, Durand understood very well that relying solely on the halved power of the two swords, he could not defeat the powerful opponent in front of him. Fortunately, he had basically figured out the fighting style of the man in the black robe and the headless giant beast.

It's time to decide the outcome.

Durand inserted his sword in front of him, freed up his hands, and then took out a small thing from his arms.

"Huh?" The queen looked over in surprise, her eyes falling on the thing in Durand's hand, "What is this?"

Durand did not deliberately avoid others, so the Paladin and Merlin also clearly saw what was in his hands, and they were also unclear.

It was a small weapon with a length of a palm, a bit like a dagger, with a very thin weapon. I don’t know what material it was made of, presenting a translucent charming texture.

In the woods, the old man stared at the picture in the water mirror and thoughtfully: "Is this some kind of weapon? What can such a small weapon do?"

What Durand held in his hand was naturally the standard soul weapon he and Iron Fist spent more than half a month creating. Of course, this is just a simplified version.

"Durand. Is this your trump card? Hahahahahahahaha!" The man in black robe laughed, "Do you think this simple weapon can defeat me?"

"Of course not." Durand had a smile on his face, but his voice did not contain a smile: "It's not just to defeat you, but to... kill you."

After pausing, Durand looked down at the soul weapon in his hand and said, "Also, who told you that this is a 'weapon'?"

"Hmph, isn't it?" The man in black robe vaguely felt a little bad, and was immediately suppressed by him. "What kind of weapon is not a weapon? It's just a pretentious mystery!"

Durand didn't say anything more. He took a deep breath in front of everyone, and then made an action that was still dumbfounded by everyone.

——Reverse the soul weapon, hold the handle with one hand, aim the blade at his heart, and stabbed it in one bit, until it has no handle!

"Ah...this, this-!" Merlin exclaimed, widening his eyes, unable to understand Durand's sudden "suicide behavior".

The Paladin's reaction was similar. This change was too sudden and it made people wonder what to react. The Paladin recalled several battles with Durand before. Durand had stabbed himself in the heart more than once with the orange flame ghost slash, but it was all to confuse the enemy's tactics. Before the blade stabbed into the heart, it would sink into the void.

But the situation in front of him was different. The Paladin clearly saw that the translucent blades pierced Durand's chest.

"Durand! What are you doing?!" The queen was the one who was most surprised by everyone.

Although I believe Durand won’t kill himself for no reason. This is probably some special means, but the heart is the core of the strong and the key!

The queen watched Durand pierce his heart with her own eyes, and then felt her heart being lifted up and almost jumped out of her throat!

Durand did not answer. He just raised his slightly lowered head, revealing a pale face without any color, and a pair of bright eyes that looked like stars.

His face was pale because of pain. As many combat mages who used this method in Sendlow's history described, the pain was indeed endless when he stabbed his heart with his soul and weapons. Even with Durand's strong will, he could hardly help but exhale.

The bright eyes were because of the pleasure. He could feel that the blade broke through the seven-colored heart without any obstacles, and the soul power hidden deep in it was finally liberated!

Durand turned his head slightly, looked at the queen, grinning with a "no worries" smile.

Then he opened his mouth and raised his head and burst out with a wild roar, like a wild beast.

He was venting the intense pain everywhere, and cheering for the completely burning battle.

"Is this-?" The queen's face changed, because she could feel that the aura on Durand's body began to change.

Durand did not pull out his soul weapon, letting it hang on his chest, revealing only a short handle. Then, a breath that had never appeared on Durand began to rise!

It was a trembling aura that made people's soul tremble, containing extreme cold and extreme heat, like a sharp knife, which seemed to be able to directly penetrate into a person's heart!

"Ho huh!"

Durand was still roaring freely. The soul weapon flashed with inexplicable light. It was a channel, a channel for the release of the soul power hidden deep in the seven-colored heart.

The soul of a combat mage is born in the elemental crystal (the predecessor of the seven-colored heart), which determines the elemental attributes of a combat mage. For example, Durand, his elemental attributes have the power of ice and fire, which is determined by the essence of the soul. When the soul power begins to be released, the true meaning of ice and fire is finally revealed in front of others.
Chapter completed!