Wizard From Afar

"Clang——!"

The loud noise of the collision echoed in the dream world of the burning nine-pointed star.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the black hair wizard wielding a long spear sword panted with big mouths, sweating like a rain of water on his body, and his chest and head became stuffy.

Damn, the physical strength is dropping too fast.

The entire Void Power was sealed, which meant that Loren could not rely on the spell for the first time, but had to rely solely on his own power to fight an Evil God whose power was only slightly reduced.

None of the pressure and conformity can be said in the same way as in the past; a misjudgment is enough to kill on the spot.

The raised "Dragon Tooth" long spear points forward, and the silhouette that turns with the black hair wizard slowly sweeps around; the "Dawn" sword that lies across the shoulders is loosely held by the right hand. Shaking, constantly making a forward vertical split.

Diffuse smoke obscures sight, and Loren, who has closed Void Power, can only rely purely on his senses and experience to determine when and from which direction the next attack will come.

A slight wind blew past my ears.

Without hesitation, Loren violently jumped on the spot where the sound came from; the "Dawn" sword swept across, tearing the smoke apart.

Huh——

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

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

The roaring black hair wizard turned around in the air with the inertia of waving a big sword, and straightened his left hand "Dragon Tooth" Stabbed behind.

"Bang——!"

The black mist that pounced on the face was smashed in front of the tip of the secret silver spear.

Behind the dissipated black mist, Seryol's thin silhouette and the extremely hideous expression were revealed.

This time black hair wizard did not stop, and jumped up again at the moment of landing; the long spear horizontally, the "Dawn" sword swept to the back again, and aimed at his head vertically.

"hmph!"

Pinching the corners of his lips contemptuously, Seror raised his haggard 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 cut down sword, but Loren still had the long spear "Dragon Tooth" in his left hand.

Faced with the stabbing tip of the gun, it was too late to dodge or defend; the indifferent Seryol didn't dodge at all, and the black mist rolled straight toward Loren's chest.

The self who was hit by the long spear may suffer some injuries, but Loren Torino who was pierced through the chest...you...will undoubtedly die.

Try it!

In an instant, the "Dragon Tooth" long spear pierced the front door of the Black Cross, and the black mist that turned into the tip of a gun approached Loren's chest.

Time stagnated in this brief moment, and the two sides who didn't hold back at all put on a posture to be perish together.

"pa."

At the moment of being penetrated by the black mist, Loren suddenly released the "Dragon Tooth" and held the hilt of the "Dawn" sword with both hands, which was worthy of black The fog blocked.

The icy arc flashed across the corner of Seror's mouth.

Sure enough... this stranger doesn't have the courage to perish together with him, he simply...

Huh? !

The stunned Black Cross stared at the black hair wizard who was also looking at him, and his left hand suddenly extended to him.

Under the wrist of the left hand, a half-palm-length Mithril Hidden Blade pops out.

Stab yourself!

With a flash of eyes, Seyol backed back almost instinctively.

The short-sleeved sword that pierced Loren's arm just flashed past his eyes without even touching it.

But Seryol, with a stern face, didn't feel fortunate at all because of it-nothing else, because he knew Loren Torino so well.

This is a trap!

Sure enough...It was like a missed hit and had to land at the moment, the black hair wizard vacated the left hand again to hold the fallen long spear "dragon tooth", and then swept forward. .

"pu ——!"

The blood sprayed, and the gun tip swept across in front of Seror, and the stabbing black mist also tore Loren's shoulders.

"Bang——!"

Loren was no longer given a chance to counterattack, and the black mist that rolled up hit him in the chest like a siege hammer, and the whole person was knocked into flight. Go out and land in embarrassment like a torn sack.

The black hair wizard who was paralyzed in a pool of blood, whose body was on the verge of its limit, panted, struggling to support the long spear in his hand, and propped up his trembling body.

"Ha...Ha...Ha..."

Feeling the beating heart, the wound on the shoulder stimulates the nerves over and over again, returning the drowsy consciousness back to the body inside.

Uninterrupted close-to-body combat, reaction, quick maneuver, competition strength... There is not much physical strength left. This is a fact that cannot be violated and cannot be changed by human will.

If the black hair wizard used to be able to rely on the power of the void forcibly, forcing his body to continue to overdraw and fight, but now he even has to allocate a part of his energy to ensure the "dream of loneliness." The curse and his dream world will not be torn to pieces by Seror.

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

Maybe I can still hold on to one minute, five or ten minutes, and continue to fight attrition with Serel, but compared to his remaining Void Power, his energy is definitely exhausted first.

There is no possibility at all in this way, and the hopeless battle is basically...

"...can only bring despair."

Black Cross is indifferent The voice of words rang in Loren's ears: "Loren Torino...it looks like you finally understand your situation."

"Yes, with your poor wisdom and the friendship of the weak to warm up together, you You can win once, twice, ten times, one hundred times, one thousand times... You can win again and again, struggling on whilst at death's door, and see the possibility of hopelessness again and again."

" But I only need to defeat you once... is enough."

"A small victory, based on the illusory hope of'if' and'possible', gives you too much illusion. I thought I really had a chance to change my own destiny, but it was impossible at that time; the ant that killed the giant beast is still the ant, and will not become a giant beast because of your actions and actions."

Hope Loren, who was struggling to stand up while being battered and exhausted, coldly snorted Seriole shook his head: "Look at yourself. Even if you bet on everything, you still can’t change your own limitations; even if you have a War God Strength, still cannot break the limitation of this small body."

"If you were able to stab the sword while swinging the long spear, maybe... there will be a slight possibility, temporarily. I can’t resist and take the Holy Grail from my hand."

"But you and I understand that it is impossible to happen; your body that is on the verge of limits is so sore that it cannot be controlled by you The arm can’t pierce a key sword at all."

"Weak existence has the ambition to transcend ability. This...is the despair of being an ant."

Hu— —

As if perceiving something, the indifferent black cross looked all around.

After continuous battles, the entire dream world has been destroyed to ruins. The towering towers and dilapidated castles are all gone.

Even the nine-pointed star burning overhead, only the last faint flame remains.

All the evidence shows that this dream world has also reached its limit; you don't even need to wait for the ransom dream to be lifted, it can be completely destroyed by the last blow.

It's sad.

Slowly dropping his eyes, the eyes of the Black Cross looked towards Loren are full of sadness.

Although it is just a trivial ant and scum, it must be admitted that Loren Torino... he does have the power to challenge or even hurt himself, and he has fought for it.

Not like Eckhart Desalion, who thinks he can plot himself against fools;

Not like Roland Torino and Brunhild , The desperate person who died in the last battle;

From the beginning to the end, second only to his own existence...almost only a little bit, only a little bit to destroy his overall plan, and even Replace it yourself.

This kind of existence...he deserves the most basic respect.

Using the most straightforward fear-tearing the dream world he painstakingly created into pieces, and being pinched to death by himself in despair-let all the scum who try to resist himself see clearly, what are they? what.

They count nothing.

When the world falls into one's palm, they, the world...exist or not, are nothing more than a matter of one's own thoughts.

Open your arms, and the black mist that escapes gathers around the black cross again.

Gather, condense, transform, and shape.

The bloodshot black thread once again covered his whole body.

Clenched fists gently, and the gathered black mist turned into countless arrows, heading towards all directions of the dream world.

The black hair wizard shook all over, as if he had sensed Seror's intentions, supporting the already exhausted body and waving the long spear in his hand, desperately blocking the black mist that spread out.

But it is doomed to be in vain...Serel sneered at the corner of his mouth.

Don't say that he is exhausted and injured now, even if Loren Torino is not injured, it is impossible to block such a large-scale offensive.

The desperate black hair wizard seems to be aware of this as well, but still stands in place, desperately blocking all the black fog that hits; but in exchange for only repeated mistakes and increased wounds .

Shoulders, arms, chest, cheeks, waist... Under the continuous splashing of plasma, there are countless wounds.

In just a few seconds, Loren standing still has turned into a blood man who can't see his appearance.

"pu! pu! pu! pu! pu! ……"

Countless black fog turns into substance, hitting the edge of the dream world, in the invisible" Ripples appeared on the wall.

Soon... there were cracks under the ripples, and there were large patches of fine and neat cracks, covering every visible corner.

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

Serious sneer, step by step walked in front of the black hair wizard.

"Did you see it, this is despair."

Black Cross coldly said.

"Bang————!!!"

The sound of broken glass echoed in the dream world.

"No."

The bloody black hair wizard opened the mouth and said with a dying voice.

Huh? !

Raising his head suddenly, the Black Cross looked towards the top of his head in disbelief, looked towards the nine-pointed star that had been extinguished just now.

Unexpectedly... it burned again!

"As you can see..."

lifts the head, the wet hair blocked Loren's cheeks, mixed with blood and sweat dripping from the tips of the hair.

"It's just a poke and it's broken, the obvious deception at a glance."

The voice fell, and the sword wind howled.

Long spear "Dragon Tooth" supports the body, and Loren, who takes the body as the axis, swishes the "Dawn" sword with one hand, aiming at Seriole in front of him for a sweep.

Most of the black fog has been used up when "destroying" the dream world, and the remaining is not enough to block the sharp edge of the Great Sword of Dawn;

The distance within three steps, It is inevitable!

"pu ——!"

The withered arms were mixed with black fog and blood, which turned into flying ash under the sword edge, disappeared.

The battered and exhausted black cross took advantage of this short moment to withdraw to ten steps away...Although there is no need to do so at all, because the dying black hair wizard also does not have a trace of chasing after it. .

It is a miracle that I can still support my body to stand here.

"The deception of the obvious at a glance..."

Staring at the silhouette in front of him, the muttering Seryul expression was so hideous and even distorted: "Yes. , I was too serious, and I forgot all of this. This is really... too careless."

"Asriel——!!!"

White golden With his hair, a boy who stood up straight like a little gentleman, smiled as if the corners of his mouth conjured up bad things.

"That's because you are too stupid, Black Cross·Idiot·Fool·Non-headed·Egocentric Delusion·Seyor." Asriel laughed treacherously:

" You take yourself too seriously, and you ignore the most obvious at a glance deception before you."

"No, you are impossible to ignore." Looking at the extremely angry face, Asriel The conversation turned: "You must have understood what will happen, because you are Seror, the Black Cross Seror, the source of all evil is... the source of everything."

"in this world, how could there be things you can’t find unless it’s...ah!" Asriel, with a face of sudden realization, covered his mouth with both hands, and rounded the scarlet eyes:

"Could it be because...you...the omniscient black cross...didn't expect?"

Boom——

There is clearly no fluctuation in Void Power, but The atmosphere instantly fell to the bottom, making Loren bloody like falling in a ice hole.

Very good...Although he is seriously injured and dying now, it is difficult to open his eyes and he can’t see Seror’s expression at all, but...

If "anger" is also like body temperature If you measure it like that, then the anger value of the Black Cross is now so high that it’s breaking through the sky.

A rough estimate, just strangling the gang of "ants" or letting yourself not have the will to live and be unable to ask for death for ten thousand years will definitely not calm the anger in his heart; The option of "death is terrible" probably only appears under the premise of the other party's pity.

"Dear Loren, you should understand by now...right?"

Asriel looked back slowly, still with the pitiful expression: "from start to finish There is only one reason for Asriel to cheat you..."

"Protect dear Loren at all costs and consequences, and..."

"This last glimmer of survival !"