I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Whoever recovers first gains the upper hand.

As Lynn watched this scene, a thought flashed through his mind.

If he were to act now, while both of them were trying to save themselves, he could unleash the "Song of Ten Thousand Seas" technique...

Chapter 89 The Oriole in the Crow's Nest

Once this thought arises, it's like a wildfire that can no longer be contained.

An excellent opportunity.

Like that elf, who thought himself a hunter but failed to keep his composure and jumped out the moment he saw the young man with the greatsword, resulting in a lose-lose situation.

Opportunity always favors the most patient.

Now, Lynn felt he had no reason not to intervene.

He turned his head and glanced at Eileen beside him.

The girl's body was still trembling slightly from fear, but her eyes were fixed on the battlefield below, her clear eyes reflecting two figures struggling on the edge of life and death.

"Are you scared?" Lynn asked softly.

Eileen's body trembled slightly, and she nodded subconsciously.

"I...I don't know, will they...will they all die?"

"Yes," Lynn replied directly.

Eileen's lips moved, but she didn't say anything in the end, only shrinking her body even tighter.

Lynn didn't look at her again; his gaze returned to the ruins below.

The elf's left arm was still covered in ice. He was using the faint green light in his right palm to melt the ice little by little, but the process was very slow, and only a few fine cracks appeared on the ice.

The young man wielding the greatsword was in a worse situation. Although the icy power within him was suppressing the growth of wood-type magic, it was clearly a case of drinking poison to quench thirst.

Both of them were waiting.

Wait for the other person to fall down first, or wait for yourself to recover first.

But Lynn wasn't going to give them that chance.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the emotional turmoil rising within him due to the impending carnage.

"Singing together across the seas."

In an instant, the available sanity points on the panel dropped from 75 to 25.

The loss of fifty sanity points nearly drained him.

At the same time, a terrifying pressure originating from the depths of the soul descended from the sky like a tsunami, enveloping the entire area.

The elf and the greatsword-wielding youth, who were struggling to save themselves, froze simultaneously.

They looked up abruptly, their faces filled with disbelief.

Above them in the night sky, a gigantic, holy phantom, so large it obscured the stars and moon, was slowly emerging.

It was the upper body of a woman, breathtakingly beautiful, with skin as white as snow and a cascade of long black hair that swayed gently in the night breeze.

Her eyes were a pure azure blue, as if containing an entire starry sea, looking down upon all living beings on earth with a compassionate yet indifferent gaze.

The terrifying aura of level 60 was instantly revealed.

"What...what is this...?"

The color drained from the young man's face as he stared blankly at the sky, forgetting even the excruciating pain within his body.

The elf's expression was equally grim.

"At least level 60... but how is that possible..."

How could there possibly be such a strong successor?

Even if a level 60 powerhouse of this age did not inherit the legacy of the Fool, he was destined to stand at the pinnacle of the kingdom in the future. Why would he appear here?

Before they could figure it out, the invisibility cloak effect that had been enveloping Lynn quietly disappeared.

His and Eileen's figures suddenly appeared in their horrified sight.

"It's you!"

The moment the elf saw Lynn's face clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted.

The young man with the giant sword also saw Lynn and the trembling girl beside him.

His mind went blank.

why?

Why them?

How could these two, whom he considered the weakest and most harmless, possibly...

They could no longer understand it.

Because the siren in the sky had already opened her rose-colored lips.

A serene and sacred song, yet filled with endless sorrow, resounded in their minds.

The musical notes easily tore through their fragile mental defenses, shattering all their thoughts, memories, and emotions into fragments.

The light in the elf's eyes dimmed rapidly, and his body collapsed to the ground.

The giant swordsman's burly body swayed, and finally crashed heavily onto the stone slab, falling silent.

Two powerful individuals who were locked in a life-or-death struggle just a moment ago were completely erased from existence amidst this silent song.

After doing all this, Lynn didn't stop for a moment.

The first thing he did was turn around and run away.

"go!"

Lynn didn't care about anything else. He grabbed Eileen and rushed into the depths of the dense forest with all his might.

Run! We have to get out of here right now!

Wan Hai Tong Ge made too much noise; although he killed two competitors, he also completely exposed himself.

More importantly, he only has 25 points of sanity left, which means he can only use Tidal Silk Binding twice. But what if the other party has a way to break free? Wouldn't he be in big trouble?

The best course of action remains to play it safe.

Soon, Lynn realized that running like that was too slow.

He abruptly stopped, and as Eileen stared in astonishment, a thought struck him.

A soft white light shone in front of him.

The Holy Spirit Unicorn appeared out of thin air, raised its head proudly, and snorted.

"Go up."

Without hesitation, Lynn grabbed Eileen's waist, lifted her onto the horse, and then climbed on himself, sitting in front of her.

Hold on to me.

He gave a low shout and squeezed the horse's belly with both legs.

The Holy Spirit Unicorn let out a joyful neigh, its four hooves off the ground, and it transformed into a white lightning bolt, instantly rushing into the dense forest.

The wind whistled past my ears, and the trees on both sides were left flying behind me.

Startled by the sudden turn of events, Eileen screamed and instinctively clung tightly to Lynn in front of her.

The girl's soft body pressed against his back, and a faint fragrance mixed with the scent of earth and grass entered Lynn's nostrils.

But he had no mind to feel any of that at the moment.

His mind was racing, analyzing the current situation.

You have 25 sanity points remaining.

If we encounter enemies again, we won't even be able to unleash a decent crowd control skill.

I need to find a place to hide as soon as possible and wait for my sanity to recover.

The Holy Spirit Unicorn is incredibly fast and seems to have an innate ability to find the most suitable path in complex jungles.

In less than ten minutes, they had already rushed more than ten kilometers away, completely away from that place of trouble.

Lynn found a secluded cave covered by giant vines, retrieved the unicorn, and then pulled Eileen inside.

……

Shortly after Lynn and Eileen escaped.

A figure silently appeared in the sky above the ruins of the site where a massacre had just taken place.

It was a mysterious person with pale golden eyes.

He hovered in mid-air, looking down at the two already cold corpses below, his face expressionless.

"Unicorns and sirens?"

His voice was very soft, as if he were talking to himself.

"A sacred species that has long been extinct and a servant that should belong to an evil god coexist in him at the same time."

The mysterious man slowly raised his head and looked in the direction Lynn and Eileen had fled. A hint of surprise flashed in his pale golden eyes.

"It seems I underestimated him."

"The original intention of letting him see that future was simply to use him to save Eileen."

“Now it seems,” the mysterious man paused, “that his own fate also needs to be taken seriously.”

As soon as he finished speaking, his figure vanished into nothingness once more, as if he had never existed.

Chapter Ninety: A Deal with the Devil

Meanwhile, deep within the Royal Palace of Rivendell, in the magnificent throne room.

A young man dressed in a magnificent royal robe sat quietly on the throne that symbolized supreme power.

He is the current king of the Kingdom of Orentia, Yarwin.

In the center of the hall stood a figure shrouded in a wide black robe.

The figure was very tall, almost as tall as the throne, and a bottomless shadow lay beneath the black hood, obscuring all facial features.

He had been standing there for a long time, without bowing or speaking.

Finally, Yarwin, who was on the throne, put down the ruby ​​he had been playing with, and looked down at the black-robed man below with his pale purple eyes, breaking the silence first.

“State your purpose, messenger of the abyss. My patience is limited.”

A hoarse laugh came from the shadows beneath the black robe.

“Heh heh… Your Majesty Yarwin,” a distorted voice came from beneath the black robes as he slowly raised his head, “The capital has been rather turbulent lately.”

"The Fool's sanity is about to drop to twenty points, and he's on the verge of spiraling out of control, becoming a new source of calamity. I wonder if you have chosen a successor?"

The man in the black robe spoke with mockery.

“That’s none of your concern, you heretics.” Yarwin’s tone remained calm, but a hint of coldness flashed in his eyes.

"pagan?"

The voice beneath the black robe erupted into an even more piercing laugh, as if it had heard the biggest joke imaginable.

"Your Majesty Yarwin, heresy and orthodoxy are merely different definitions based on different perspectives. When the god you worship abandons this land and allows it to rot under the influence of our Lord, where is your orthodoxy?"

Yarwin's handsome face remained expressionless as he calmly said, "Stop with your seductive rhetoric and state your purpose directly. If you're just here to criticize the state of the kingdom, then you can get lost."

The boy's clear voice was full of authority.

The red light under the black-robed man's hood flickered for a moment, seemingly surprised by Yarwin's attitude, but the mocking tone quickly subsided.

"Heh, well, as expected of a young and powerful ruler who can sit firmly on the throne." The man in black robes bowed slightly, performing a less-than-perfect greeting. "Your Majesty, I have come here for a transaction."

"A deal?" Yarwin raised an eyebrow slightly.