Shaman from Afar

"clang!"

The loud noise of the collision echoed in the dream world burning Nine Stars.

In the billowing smoke, the dark-haired wizard wielding a large sword and spear panted heavily, sweating like rain on the body, and his chest and head were dull.

Damn, the physical decline is too fast.

Sealing all the power of the void means that for the first time, Loren cannot rely on the curse, but must rely solely on his own power to fight an evil **** whose power is only slightly reduced.

The pressure and conformity can't be the same as the past; a wrong judgment is enough to die on the spot.

The raised "Dragon Teeth" spear pointed forward, and the figure turning with the dark-haired wizard slowly swept to the surroundings; the "dawn" sword across his shoulders shook with a loose right hand and kept making forward Splitting momentum.

The diffuse smoke blocked the line of sight, and Loren, who closed the power of the void, could only rely purely on his senses and experience to judge when and from which direction the next attack would come.

A slight wind sound brushed past the ear.

Without hesitation, Loren threw up to the spot where the sound came; the "Dawn" swept the sword, tearing the smoke and dust.

The sword wind swept by, and there was nothing in the scattered smoke.

"That's because ... behind you!"

The roaring dark-haired wizard, with the inertia of wielding the sword, turned sharply in the air and thrust his left hand "Dragon Teeth" straight back.

"boom!"

The black mist rushing head-on was smashed in front of the tip of the Mithril Gun.

Behind the scattered black mist, Serel's thin figure was exposed, and that terrible expression.

This time the dark-haired wizard didn't stop, and the moment he landed jumped up again; once the gun was across, the sword of "Dawn" swung back to his back again, aiming at his head.

"Humph!"

Scorning his lips contemptuously, Serel raised his withered arms; the black mist that overflowed from under the worn robe swept forward with his arms.

"clang!"

The black mist that turned into substance stopped the chopped sword, but Loren also had a spear "Dragon Teeth" in his left hand.

Faced with the spearpoint of the spear, neither dodge nor defense was too late; the indifferent Serior did not dodge at all, and the curled black mist went straight at Loren's chest.

You may be slightly injured by a spear, but Loren Torino, who has penetrated his chest ... you ... will die.

Come try it out!

In an instant, the "Dragon's Tooth" spear pierced the face of the Black Cross, and the black mist turned into the point of the gun approached Loren's chest.

Time stagnate at this moment, and both sides who did not have the slightest idea of ​​retreat showed a posture to die together.

"Snapped."

At the moment of being penetrated by the black mist, Loren suddenly released the "Dragon Teeth" and held the hilt of the "Dawn" sword with both hands, which was able to block the black mist.

The cold arc flashed across the corner of Serior's mouth.

Sure enough ... this stranger does not have the courage to die with himself, he simply ...

Ok? !

The stunned Black Cross gazed at the dark-haired wizard who was also watching himself, and the left hand he suddenly extended to himself.

Under the left hand's wrist, a half-palm Mithril Sleeve Sword popped out.

Stab at yourself!

With a blink of an eye, Serel backed back almost instinctively.

And the short-sleeved sword pierced with Loren's arm only flashed in front of his eyes, not even touching it.

But Serior, with a grim expression, did not feel thankful at all because there was nothing else, because he knew too much about Loren Torino.

This is a trap!

Sure enough ... It was like the moment of a missed defeat and the moment of having to land, the dark-haired wizard once again vacated his left hand holding the long spear "Dragon Teeth" and then swept forward violently.

"puff!"

Blood spattered, and as the gunpoint swept past Serior, the stabbing black mist ripped Loren's shoulder.

"boom!"

No chance was given to Loren to counterattack. The rolled black mist hit his chest like a siege hammer. The whole person was knocked out and landed like a broken sack.

Paralyzed in the pool of blood, the dark-haired wizard who was on the verge of his body gasped, struggling with a large sword and spear in his hand, propped up his trembling body.

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

Feeling the heart still beating, the wound on the shoulder stimulated the nerves again and again, and let the groggy consciousness return to the body.

Uninterrupted close combat, reaction, fast maneuvering, competing strength ... There is very little left over by physical strength. This is the fact that it cannot be violated and cannot be transformed by human will.

If the former dark-haired wizard could still rely on the power of the void to force his body to continue to overdraw and fight, but now he still has to share some energy to ensure the "Dark Dream" spell and his dream world Will not be torn into pieces by Serel.

He now has a little difficulty even standing. Although his overdrawn body can continue to fight, he can no longer maintain his previous judgment.

Maybe he can continue for another minute, five minutes or ten minutes, and continue to fight the battle of consumption with Serel, but compared with his remaining power of the void, it is definitely that his physical strength is exhausted first.

In this way, there is no possibility at all, the hopeless battle, simply ...

"... can only bring despair."

The indifferent words of the Black Cross sounded in Loren's ears: "Lorren Turin ... It seems that you finally know your situation."

"Yes, with your poor wisdom and the friendship of the weak to warm up together, you can win once, twice, ten times, one hundred times, one thousand times ... you can win again and again, win the lingering pant, see the slim again and again Hope is possible. "

"But I only need to beat you once ... that's enough."

"A small victory, an illusory hope built on 'if' and 'possible', gave you too much fantasy, thinking that there is a real chance to change your destiny, but it was impossible at that time; it killed the giant The ants of the beast are still ants, and will not become giants because of your actions and actions. "

Looking at the embarrassed and struggling to stand up, Loren, the sneered Serior shook his head: "Look at yourself, even if you bet on everything, you still can't change your limitations; even if you have the challenge of God Power still cannot break the limit of this small body. "

"If you were just able to pierce the sword while wielding a spear, maybe ... there might be a trace of it that temporarily made me unable to resist and take the Holy Grail from my hands."

"But you and I understand that that is impossible; your endangered body is sore and so weak that you can't control your arm, and you can't stab a critical sword."

"The weak existence has the ambition to surpass the power. This ... is despair as a ant."

Seeing something, the indifferent black cross looked around.

After successive battles, the entire dream world has been destroyed and ruined. Towers and dilapidated castles have disappeared.

Even the nine-pointed star burning overhead has only the last faint light.

All the evidence shows that this dream world has also reached its limit; it does n’t even need to wait until the solitary dream is lifted, only the final blow can completely destroy it.

sad.

His eyes slowly dropped, and the black cross looked at Loren with sadness.

Although it is only a worthless ants and scum, it must be admitted that Loren Turin ... he does have the power to challenge and even hurt himself, and fight for it.

Not a fool like Eckhart de Salion who thought he could count himself;

Not the Roland Turin and Brunnhild, the death-seekers of the last battle in despair;

From the beginning to the end, it is second only to its own existence ... almost only a little, and it almost destroys its overall plan and even replaces itself.

Such a presence ... he deserves the least respect.

With the most straightforward fear, the dream world created by his painstaking loneliness was torn into pieces, and he was pinched to death in despair so that all the dross who tried to resist themselves could see clearly what they were.

They are nothing.

When the world falls into their palms, they, the world ... the existence or not is nothing more than a matter of their own thoughts.

With open arms, the black mist that escaped regrouped around the black cross.

Gather, condense, transform, and shape.

The **** black thread covered his body again.

Gently fist, the gathered black mist turned into countless arrows, and went towards the dream world in all directions.

The black-haired wizard was shocked, as if he sensed Serel's intention, supporting his already exhausted body, waving his big sword in his hand, and desperately blocking the scattered black mist.

But this is destined to be in vain ... Serior's mouth sneered.

Not to mention that he is now exhausted and wounded, even if the uninjured Loren Turin is unable to withstand such a wide range of offensive.

The desperate dark-haired wizard seemed to realize this too, but he stood still and desperately blocked all the black mist that came in; but he only received mistakes and wounds.

Shoulders, arms, chests, cheeks, waists ... Under the continuous splash of plasma, there are countless wounds.

In just a few seconds, Loren, who was standing on the spot, had turned into a blood man who could not see clearly.

"Poof! Poo! Poo! Poo! Poo! ......"

Countless black mist turned into substance, hitting the edge of the dream world, and ripples appeared on the invisible "wall".

Soon ... there were traces of cracks under the ripples, large and fine cracks on all sides of every visible corner.

The fire of the nine-pointed star at the top of the overhang has also been extinguished, and the scattered black mist finally stopped.

The sneering Serior stepped forward to the dark-haired wizard.

"Did you see that this is despair."

The Black Cross said coldly.

"boom!!!!"

The sound of broken glass echoed in the dream world.

"Do not."

The blood-drenched black wizard spoke with a dying voice.

Ok? !

Suddenly he looked up, and the Black Cross looked at the top of his head in disbelief, to the nine-pointed star that had just been extinguished.

Actually ... burned again!

"As you can see……"

Raising his head, his wet hair blocked Loren's cheek, mixed with blood and sweat dripping from the tip of the hair.

"It's just a poke, it's a deception at a glance."

The voice fell and the sword wind roared.

The spear "Dragon Teeth" supported the body, and Loren, with the axis as one axis, lifted the "Dawn" sword and swept at Serel in front of him.

Most of the black mist has been exhausted when "destroying" the dream world, and the remaining is simply not enough to block the sharp edge of the dawn sword;

The distance within three steps is even more inevitable!

"puff!"

Withered arms mixed with black mist and blood, they turned into fly ash under the blade, and the smoke disappeared.

The embarrassed Black Cross took advantage of this short moment to retreat beyond ten steps ... Although there was no need to do so, because the dying black wizard also had no trace of chasing.

It is still a miracle that does its best to support the body and stand here.

"Deception at a glance ..."

Staring desperately at the figure in front of him, the murmured expression of Serior was stubborn and even twisted: "Yeah, it's really too serious, and I forgot this point, it was ... too careless."

"Asriel !!!"

The blonde hair, like a little gentleman, stood upright and laughed as the corners of his mouth caught bad things.

"That's because you're so stupid, the Black Cross stupid, stupid, self-centered delusion Serel." Asriel smiled treacherously:

"You take yourself too seriously, and you just ignore the most obvious deception in front of you."

"No, you can't ignore it." Looking at the extremely angry face, Asriel remarked: "You must have understood what will happen because you are Serel, the Black Cross Serel , The source of all evil is ... the source of everything. "

"In this world, how could there be something you can't discover unless it's ... ah!"

Asrell's expression in a sudden enlightenment covered his mouth with his hands, and rounded the scarlet eyes:

"Is it because ... you ... the omniscient black cross ... unexpectedly?"

Obviously there is no fluctuation of the power of the void ~ www.readwn.com ~ But the atmosphere fell to the bottom of the valley instantly, so that the **** Loren fell into the ice cave.

Very good ... Although he has been seriously injured and dying now, it is difficult to open his eyes and he can't see the expression of Serior, but ...

If "anger" can also be measured like body temperature, then the anger value of the Black Cross is probably too high to break the watch and break through the sky.

A rough estimate is that strangling yourself alone, or letting yourself survive for 10,000 years, you ca n’t survive, you ca n’t calm the anger in your heart; the option of “died very badly” probably only appears Under the premise that the other side has compassion.

"Dear Loren, you should have understood now ... right?"

Asriel, who looked back slowly, still had that pitiful expression: "From beginning to end, Asriel" deceived "you for only one reason ..."

"Protect Dear Loren regardless of cost and consequences, and ..."

"This last line of life!"