Faerun: The arcane mage is still too imprisoned.

Arya ignored the three skeletons; Lance could handle them. All she wanted now was to shatter this damned barrier.

Lance took a step back and drew his longsword.

[Supreme Slash!]

The longsword flashed white light and slashed towards the first skeleton.

As the sword slashed through, the skull split in two from shoulder blade to hip bone, scattering bone fragments everywhere.

The second skeleton's sword slashed at his lower back.

Lance turned to the side, the blade grazing his ribs, tearing a gash in his robe.

He swung his sword backhand and pierced the skull.

The third skeleton had already pounced on them.

Lance nimbly leaped aside, raising his left hand—

[Magic Missile!]

The force field impact slammed into the skull's sternum, sending it flying three meters before it crashed into the pile of believers' corpses.

Lance jumped over and delivered a finishing blow, then crushed its neck.

Moore remained expressionless.

He then poured a handful of bone fragments out of the cloth bag.

This time, instead of sprinkling it on the altar, he swallowed it.

Then he swallowed it again without any expression.

His eyes quickly lit up with a dark red light.

The corpses of the believers who had just been slaughtered by the warriors of the Silver Glow family began to twitch as they lay on the ground.

One body.

Two.

Five objects.

Ten objects.

They got up stiffly, their movements contorted, their joints twisted, like puppets held by invisible strings.

It's come back to life!

They charged at us!

The Silver Warriors' formation was disrupted!

The zombies are not afraid of pain or injury; they will only stop when their heads are chopped off or they are completely crushed.

A warrior severed the zombie's legs, but it continued to crawl forward with the severed limbs, its fingers digging into the cracks in the stone slabs, leaving a trail of blood.

"Master, something's wrong!"

One of the soldiers, after slashing down a zombie, shouted loudly,

"These despicable cultists have become much stronger after turning into zombies!"

Arya didn't turn around to pay them any attention.

She was still focused on cutting down the barrier.

Mohr stood on the altar, looking down at everything.

His face was even paler than before, and bone fragments that hadn't been wiped clean still clung to the corner of his mouth.

Lance took a deep breath.

[Secondary Spirit Bomb!] [Secondary Spirit Bomb!] [Secondary Spirit Bomb!]

Three energy balls shot out in a straight line, all striking the same crack.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The barrier finally cracked open, wide enough for a fist to pass through.

Arya immediately inserted the blade into the crevice and used her arms to pry it open.

Her muscles were taut to the limit, and with the help of the giantification spell, her body was much taller than usual. Now she looked like a stone statue.

"Open it for me!"

The barrier let out a mournful cry.

The crack widened into a gap, big enough for a person to squeeze through sideways.

Arya rushed in, gripped her sword with both hands, and aimed straight for Mor's face.

Mo'er shook his head.

The blade narrowly grazed his earlobe, breaking through the protective magic around him and slicing off half of his ear.

Blood spurted out and splattered on the altar.

Arya drew her sword, preparing to stab a second time.

Mor's spell was ready, and he raised his hand to cast it.

[A spell to freeze humans!]

Arya's body froze in mid-air, the tip of her sword hovering three inches from Mor's chest, unable to pierce him no matter what she did.

Lance approached quietly.

He slipped sideways into the barrier, leaped through the opening, bypassed Arya who was blocking his way, and when he faced Mor, the longsword in his right hand was already glowing white.

[Supreme Slash!]

The longsword slashed towards Mor's head.

Moore did not dodge.

His next spell has been cast.

[Shield of Devotion!]

A translucent, dark red barrier unfolded behind him, and the sword blade struck it, leaving only a mark.

Mohr looked up at Lance, his dark red pupils filled with shock and confusion.

"How can you use the [Supreme Slash]?!"

"Guess?"

Lance didn't answer him, but instead...

[Supreme Slash!] [Supreme Slash!] [Supreme Slash!]

He struck the same spot three times in a row, and the shield quickly became covered with cracks.

It seems that the [Shield of Devotion] that Mor used to ascend to the second circle is about to crack.

At that time, even a single blow to his vital organs would likely send him back to the embrace of the Lord of Hunger.

"No, I can't die yet, I can't die!"

"I still have unfulfilled wishes; how can I die at your hands!"

Faced with such a desperate situation, Moore actually raised his bone dagger.

Then he stabbed himself straight into his left chest!

The blade pierced the heart.

He pulled out the dagger, but strangely, no blood flowed from the wound; only dark red mist oozed out.

[The power of sacrifice!]

Suddenly, Mor's demeanor changed drastically, and the air seemed to freeze.

Lance felt a sense of oppression emanating from the center of the altar, like a boulder pressing on his chest.

[Supreme Slash!]

He swung at Moor once again.

Without even looking, Moll raised his hand and grabbed the blade with his bare hands.

His palm was cut open, and blood flowed down the blade, but he did not let go.

Lance twisted the hilt of the sword forcefully.

Moore's hand was twisted even deeper, exposing his knuckles, but he still did not let go.

He raised his other hand, pointing his index finger at Lance's brow.

【Touch of Darkness!】

Lance decisively loosened his grip on the hilt of his sword and then tilted his head back.

A black energy emanated from Mor's fingertips, glancing past his nose and across his skin, causing Lance to feel a numbing sensation.

Lance took a step back and drew a spare short sword from his dimensional pocket.

Moore tried to throw the longsword on the ground, but failed.

The blade was still embedded in his palm.

He pulled it out forcefully, and blood splattered onto the stone slab.

Mohr tossed his sword aside and looked at Lance.

Lance was looking at him too.

The Silverswarves were fighting the undead outside. Some shouted, some fell.

Lance didn't have time to turn back and take care of them.

Mohr walked slowly toward him.

He walked slowly, and with each step, blood dripped from his palms, leaving dark red marks on the altar.

Red mist was still seeping out of the hole in his chest.

His eyes seemed to be burning with a dark red light.

Lance gripped his short sword tightly.

[Supreme Slash!]

The blade flashed white light.

He stepped forward, his sword slashing upwards towards Mor's ribs.

Mohr turned to the side.

The sword sliced ​​through his gray robe, leaving a deep gash in his ribs from which blood gushed.

He didn't stop.

He raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and slapped Lance's face.

Lance looked down as the hand struck his shoulder.

With tremendous force, he leaped backward and crashed into the stone edge of the altar.

"hiss--"

Lance gasped.

Moore's slap felt so bad that it dented his shoulder.

He coughed and took the opportunity to launch an attack.

[Magic Blast!]

The ghastly green beam of light struck Mohr, but he only swayed slightly.

He ran over quickly and reached out to grab Lance.

Lance rolled to the side, tumbling off the edge of the altar and leaving the barrier.

He landed with his knees slightly bent, and immediately stood up.

Moore did not chase after them.

He walked back to the center of the altar and stood on the pile of runes.

It seems I'm not getting out of here today.

He lowered his head and looked at the wound on his chest.

Blood flowed from his ribs down his legs, soaking the hem of his robe.

"but……"

More then violently slashed his wrist, the blood dripping onto the altar along with the blood from his chest.

The altar emitted a long cry, and a bright red light shone forth.