All the debris in front of him was torn apart by the violent magic power. In the entanglement of purple luster, the Dread Lord controlled the archmage's body and walked out of the library. However, the moment he opened the door, a figure stood in front of it.

Sasoval stared at the slender figure, and it let out a deep laugh:

"Hey, Mr. Tyrion, are you here to greet me?"

Tyrion, who rushed back from Hellfire Fortress, frowned and looked at Khadgar in front of him. It was obvious that there was another soul hidden under the archmage's body. He asked in a hollow voice:

"Who are you?"

"I?"

A twisted smile appeared on Khadgar's face. He crossed his fingers habitually and said in a strange voice:

"I am Archmage Khadgar, am I not your friend?"

"bass"

The buzzing magic blade was unsheathed, and Tyrion's voice turned cold:

"Get out of him! Now, right now!"

The unsheathing of Apocalypse made the Corruptor Sasoval shrink his eyes. As an orthodox Nasrezim demon, it recognized this magic sword, which was two pieces forged by the ancient Nasrezim ancestors.

One of the magic blades, it was rumored that the Dreadlord Cassanatir disappeared among the stars with it. Unexpectedly, this thing actually fell into Tyrion's hands.

But facing the threat of the death knight, the Dread Lord was not nervous. He waved the staff in his hand and said in Khadgar's voice:

"What if I say no? You see, whether you are living or dead, you will always be very hesitant when facing "friends". This meaningless emotion binds you, but it is my sharpest weapon. I really want to

You know, what would you do when faced with this choice?"

"puff"

As soon as Sasovar finished speaking, Tyrion's body turned into a swift shadow and appeared in front of the Archmage. Under the horrified gaze of the Dread Lord, Demon Blade Apocalypse easily broke through the Archmage's shield.

Then he pierced the Archmage's heart without hesitation. As the blood surged, Tyrion stared at Khadgar's black eyes and whispered:

"It seems that your weapon is not sharp enough... Also, what gave you the illusion that he is my friend?"

The Dread Lord struggled to escape from Khadgar's pierced body, but the buzzing demon blade forged by the ancestors of Nathrezim tightly grabbed the Dread Lord's soul, biting it away.

Little by little, it was dragged into the screaming sword body.
Chapter completed!