The surprise was sudden.

Similarly, as an affix with the same word Jing, Jing is also very sudden.

At least, at the moment, varky and Tiber are deeply and suddenly.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

After secretly cheering himself up.

WalkI asked the key question.

As the inquired, Olga did not disappoint him.

He answered the question directly:

"No orders."

With that, he tossed varky's head to the outside door, intending to add some ornaments to it.

This is the time.

Through the corner of his eye, looking at the familiar body lying on the ground next to Tiber, who was numb, warky gradually realized something.

You seem dead?

It's really a sudden thing.

How did you die?

He has not yet figured out this somewhat serious and profound problem.

Varki, who was inlaid on the gate, felt the vicious burning of the flames attached to the door leaf.

Those flames with infinitely high temperature, like the fastest meat razor, instantly burned the flesh and hair of valkyna with divine protection.

His brain, hidden deep in his skull, also turned into something similar to water vapor, gushing out of his eyes

Just a few seconds.

A skull in which only the soul is constantly being roasted appears on it.

Then, warki's wail, like a trivial tributary, gradually gathered together with the wail from hundreds of millions of other skulls and became a part of it

And Tiber, as a friendly companion of walkI plastic.

At this moment, I have no mind to care about the little problems that the other party bears.

As one of the witnesses present.

Even if he was well-informed, he could not judge how big the strength gap between himself and Olga was.

from a to z.

He didn't see the other party move even a little, and he didn't feel what power the other party used.

I only saw the other party sitting in his seat and lifting his hand.

Just standing with him, walkI was talking.

A head is missing in an instant!

Even, as a victim, he didn't react until he was thrown out. His head was being held in his hand and he thought he was standing in place

This terrible gap between them and the red shadow beyond their power cognition.

It was like an impossible nightmare, which broke all Tiber's psychological defense lines in an instant.

If he could, Tiber wanted to kneel down immediately and pray that the other party would let him go.

However, as a [traveling mage], Tiber's self-esteem and pride make him unable to make that cowardly move calmly!

So.

He forced his emotions under control and managed to maintain his last dignity.

Finally, in the shivering, he mentioned all his courage.

Facing Olga's calm eyes, he used his strongest magic!

That's the epitome of all his achievements since he studied pain!

It can instantly make all the hit forcibly feel the invisible pain that the soul and consciousness are torn into thousands of pieces!

Even a powerful [Master traveler], after taking this move, may fall into insanity on the spot due to the heavy loss of consciousness!

This moment.

Under the surging Mana Tide.

Even those [demon level] demons who are not magic targets feel an inexplicable tingling feeling.

It's like someone is stabbing their brains with a metal needle!

That is undoubtedly an unbearable feeling!

Many demons immediately instinctively want to attack and fight back!

As the target of this spell, Olga directly showed an inexplicable smile.

I didn't even have the idea of blocking. I took the blow with my face!

As an enchanter, Tiber was stunned and puzzled.

He doesn't understand.

What kind of mentality does the other party have to have before they can take their own blow.

But what he doesn't understand is why the other party didn't respond after being recruited?

Even the eyes haven't changed!

It's just like that hit spell just now, just like the breeze blowing on my face.

"When I wasn't aware of it, he directly blocked it with magic instead of hard connection?"

In such a confused idea.

He gradually felt that he was away from the unknown figure.

The distance seems to have suddenly become a lot closer.

Subconscious.

Tiber wants to take two steps back.

But he couldn't feel it in his legs.

He wanted to lower his head, but he found that he was being held by Olga.

This reminded him of the kind of experience that happened before Varki.

"I'm dead, too?"

In such an idea, I was stunned.

Tiber summoned up his last strength and said reluctantly:

"How can it be useless? How can my spells be useless?"

As a traveling mage obsessed with pain.

What you learn all your life is useless.

The cruel answer.

He was more unwilling than death.

And hear that.

Olga, who had only wanted a simple meal, also felt that thirst for knowledge.

Barely faced up to the guy in his hand.

Not very exclusive of answering doubts for others, he held the other party's head in one hand, put one hand casually against his chin, and said casually:

"Too young.

The [pain] you have mastered is still too weak.

But your talent is OK. If you torture and kill tens of trillions of intelligent creatures, the [pain] you use should have a little taste. "

Face his answer.

Tiber's reluctance deepened.

Olga just smiled casually:

"It seems that you are still unwilling. Then I'll let you experience the [pain] with a slightly better quality."

With the words in your mouth.

From Tiber's perspective, Olga's eyes were like a vortex that swallowed everything.

In countless bloody flames, Tiber vaguely saw a distorted human shadow

Just.

I haven't seen each other's existence yet.

The extreme shrill cry reflected into Tiber's soul.

The number of those cries reached an uncountable level.

Are infinitely overlapped.

Thus, it forms a terrible curse influence that is untouchable, imperceptible and unthinkable.

Just listen to the moment.

Tiber felt an unparalleled [pain], which was reflected on himself following the unknown track

Countless distorted faces of different looks suddenly appeared on Tiber's face.

Then.

Tiny invisible mouths, mouths countless times smaller than cells.

Billions, billions

Dense all over every inch of Tiber's head.

At the same time, they made a harsh cry