Shaman from Afar

How long have I ... persisted?

One day, one week, one month, one year or ... just one minute passed?

The black-haired wizard gasping for a long time was continually running away from the black mist that came from around his body, and the giant carrion demons were crazy and almost unstoppable offensive. The exhausted body made the consciousness start to become a little numb Too.

No, this should be a sign that the mental power is about to be exhausted.

The dark circles are deep, the blue muscles on the forehead and neck are jumping, the white eyes are covered with blood, and the pupils are not fully focused ... The kind of particularly familiar pain, once again let me feel the "old days".

I remembered those opponents who were pushing themselves to despair again and again.

Mezka, Fanesis, Brunnhilde ... of course, there is Asriel.

Both.

I thought to myself, the dark-haired wizard who was in such a terrible condition had an inexplicable smile on his lips.

"boom----!!!!"

When the giant carrion demon attacked on the ground, he was easily evaded by the black-haired wizard; a large sword was cut backhanded with the "Fire of Turin".

In an instant, the ice-crazed head immediately turned into golden red, and the sound of "Bang--!" Exploded into fragments.

He is still struggling.

In the shadows of the dark mist, the eagle king coldly observed Loren Turin who evaded and counterattacked ... This guy has clearly been completely suppressed but he still refuses to give up. Does he really do not know "confess" How to write this word?

The eagle king sinks in his heart-if he drags on like this, he will sooner or later collapse due to exhaustion of his mental strength; even if he can win, he can only win in the end.

Of course, he has another option, that is, to give up the power of suppressing the four evil gods in his body completely; but that price is to give his life and death to them completely, and become a "puppet of evil gods" without any right to freedom. It is no different from those miserable apostles.

But that was definitely not what the Eagle King wanted-as long as there was any possibility, he would not be considered to have fallen to that end.

Loren Turin ... He must be defeated as soon as possible.

"boom----!!!!"

Another explosion.

A "primitive force impact" shattered the oncoming carrion demon, the dark-haired wizard slammed down, avoiding the black mist behind him as a spear, and then attacked the exposed location again by the force of the explosion Eagle King.

The changing look of the eagle king held down the blade, slowly evacuating, rolling up the black mist, and constantly attacking Loren.

The condensed black mist kept passing by Loren, and the last time directly wiped off the scar on the right shoulder, and the blood was sprayed uncontrollably in the air.

But the dark-haired wizard still didn't stop, and his dark pupil stared at the figure that kept dodge.

Must rush up, only close to the front of the fight, seize the opportunity to hit the "Dream of Dream" into the body of the eagle king, and himself ... in order to seize the 1 in 10,000 possibility and defeat him!

"Ah ah ah---!!!!"

Ice crackling roared again in the ear, no less than ten limbs of giant carrion demolished from the surrounding black fog, and he rushed from all directions to him.

"puff!"

The big sword crossed an arc in the air, dividing the arm in front of it into two; the black-haired wizard who jumped in the air raised his left hand, and the red rune in the palm had become unknown Fire.

"Don't! Here! Obstruct me--!"

In the loud thunder, the fire light illuminates the darkness.

Pulling up the embers that had not yet dispersed, Loren waved the sword of "Dawn" towards the eagle king, and then fell sharply.

"clang--!"

The sharp blades intersect in the sparkling darkness.

"Will you not give up yet ?!"

The Eagle King glared for the first time.

Loren just sneered: "What do you think ... how did I send the" Black Cross "back to where he should go?"

……………………………………

"Black Cross ... Serior ... It turned out to be ... this ..."

In the darkness, the blond boy looked at those four expressions with shock, but they were all very determined.

The four evil gods who answered Asriel ’s question no longer spoke much, and the suffocating silence seemed to spread to the end of the world.

Finally, the stunned teenager grunted, and a pale trembling arc was raised at the corner of his pale mouth.

"Bash!"

Asriel, with a smirk, stunned four pairs of eyes at the same time.

Immediately after there was no interval of one second, the polite blonde teenager seemed to be unable to bear it, and burst into laughter as the flood broke.

"Pooh ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ..."

The teenager smiled forward and back, and the expression of the smile was twisted; the petite body was trembling constantly, and the arms in front of him slammed against the abdomen, as if laughing in a second.

The four pairs of eyes with different expressions stared silently at the figure that laughed so much; the bohemian smile echoed in the cold and still darkness, and appeared horrifying and strange.

"Ha ha ha ... ha ha ... ha ha ha ha ... ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ..."

Asriel, who was still laughing, curled up like a shrimp, hugged her abdomen, lowered her head deeply, her trembling shoulders could not be restrained.

"Asriel ..."

Luton, the "Unbeliever," came out of the shadows, with a trace of pity and sorrow in his expression: "I know that this is very unfair to you and that Loren Turin; you too Must be very resentful to us, but ... "

"resentment?!"

Asriel lowered her head and stopped suddenly, interrupting the words of the "Unbeliever", and her slightly trembling voice seemed to have a slight gasp: "No, no, pitiful Luton, you really are Was misunderstood, and I did n’t mean to complain at all. "

"I'm just too happy, too happy. Do you understand-I really thought you were different, persuaded, changed, or actually blinded by that guy or something, but it turns out ..."

"You guys! There is no change at all, still the deserters, cowards, traitors, shameless gutters in the past!"

The stolen "unbelievers" were silent, and their eyes dimmed back.

"Forget it, Luton ..." Diabo, the "Ender" on the side, sneered: "Why, how much do you think our distinguished Asriel can be stronger, our nature ... the same ... Greedy, mean, shameless; it does n’t make sense to measure it. "

"Why, Asriel will you deny it? Will you deny the essence of your relationship with the stranger, is it to use each other?"

"Of course not!" Asriel was very frank: "Dear Loren and Asriel's relationship started from mutual utilization. We all hope to accomplish something with the help of each other."

"That ’s why I ’m happy ... I ’m glad you guys have n’t changed; you are willing to stand up, not because of what the eagle king of the Azores said, but because of everything he has to do to you advantageous!"

"The Black Cross Cerriol was exiled to the void by dear Loren, and it was impossible to find a chance to return to the material world in a short time; so you realized ... a rare opportunity came."

The low voice echoed in the darkness, and the falling blonde hair blocked the boy's sight, making him look more like talking to himself:

"Yes, as long as you seize this period of time and use the hands of the Azores to completely destroy the foundation of the Holy Cross in the material world, you will have the opportunity to usurp everything established by this" terrible creation ";"

"Then ... only need to grab two more holy grails, then you can successfully complete the great idea left by the Dragon Kingdom and build your own" Earth Heaven "on the ruins of the Holy Cross;"

"Even if Serel can return to this world smoothly, you, who controls the majority of the material world and has two holy grails, will have the power to fight;"

"As for the eagle king of the Azores ... in your eyes, he is probably not much different from a toolman. When the use value is completely squeezed out, will you be thrown aside?"

"And all of this is because dear Lorraen bet on his life and exiled the 'Black Cross' Serel, who had nothing to do with him, to the void ..."

Asriel slowly raised her head, a pair of scarlet eyes on the immature face, full of sarcasm and madness.

"You're right, that's how it is." The equally mean "Ender" Diabo has no idea at all:

"We used you and the stranger, but who made him a stranger?"

"We also made use of the eagle king of the Azores, but who made him so swollen and unstoppable?"

"We are grateful for the contribution of the stranger, but that is not what we asked for; we also did not take the initiative to ask the elven eagle kings to surrender to us, the door he found himself ..."

"We ... just used all convenient conditions to achieve a better result, Asriel." Diabo said coldly: "This is the best result for us."

"The same is the best result for this world-because it will avoid being completely occupied by a will; our differences will bring a more open, unknown and uncertain future to this world."

"As for Loren Turin, it's a pity, but he can't win ... The power of the eagle king's void is above him; after gaining our power ... even more so."

Diabo's cold voice fell like a judge's sentence.

Asriel, whose expression was distorted, was still so cold and mad.

…………………………

"Just ... it's over."

The indifferent eagle king said coldly with a judgmental tone.

Wearing the "caster" reaching to the left hand of his door, he was bound by the curled black mist and could not move.

Obviously it was about to be posted on the door, but he could never get closer to half a minute; the distance of just a few inches was like a sky.

Eventually, the rune floating in the palm struggled unwillingly and dissipated in the darkness.

The Eagle King sighed, wondering whether he was relieved, or pure emotion, and slowly raised his eyes to the figure behind the palm.

Loren Turin.

At this time, the dark-haired wizard was immobilized in the air, and more than ten black mist bound his neck and all joints on his limbs and trunk from all sides.

As long as he dares to struggle, these seemingly "powers of the void" can crush him into a pile of rotten meat.

Around the body, no less than one hundred black mist had turned into a spear, aiming at all parts of his body up and down; in an instant, he could let Loren feel what it was like to wear a thousand arrows.

He was like a prey that fell into a spider's web. No matter how he struggled, he just accelerated his death.

"I believe with your wisdom, the moment you rushed towards me, you should have guessed that there will be traps." The eagle king who finally recovered the peace, opposed to the dark eyes of the pair of pupils:

"But you are still rushing up-because you know, otherwise you have no chance of winning; the gap between you and me is an essential gap, and it is not made up by luck or an accidental chance; Without breaking my state of mind or limiting my power of the void, you are not even qualified to fight me fair. "

"Knowingly taking risks is still a must."

Sighing, the Eagle King shook his head, and there was something else in his expression: "I have to admit, Lord Loren Turin or ... stranger from another world, I was completely moved by your unyielding spirit . "

"Perhaps it is in this spirit that you can reach a level comparable to me in just a few years; in order to exile the 'Black Cross' Serel to less than 1 in 10,000 possibilities Void. "

"As the enemy, the warrior, the king of the elves ... I respect your spirit and will. When I successfully usurped the world, I will let all the creatures in the world know that there was a person like you." Eagle King said calmly: "If possible, I might allow some creatures to worship you."

"Of course, that's very far away, and it's a thing of the future; for now, I will let your men leave safely; I guarantee that the carrion monsters will not attack before they join the army of the Fortress of Fortress. , Then ... "

"Sir Loren Turin, do you have any last words?"

The voice fell, and the eagle king, who was no longer talking, waited quietly for the reply of the dark-haired wizard.

Low-eyed Loren whispered in a meaningful tone:

"Then ... stop here."

"Yeah ~ www.readwn.com ~ The eagle king nodded:" It's time to finish. "

Finally ... he finally gave up.

That's right, now that all the cards in the floor have been used up, what other way can he make a comeback?

"Snapped!"

Gently finger.

"Click ... click ... click ..."

The sound of continuous cracking came, and the black mist that wrapped around the body of the black-haired wizard twisted all the joints on his body; the "lances" that followed, couldn't wait to pierce his body.

Eyes, ears, skull crest, chest, limbs ...

The black mist that enveloped the whole body completely deprived the dark-haired wizard of all consciousness after a short sting; the original sober consciousness also fell into darkness with the pain that gradually disappeared.

Fall into ... the darkness that can't feel anything.