Wizard From Afar

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At the moment when he saw the bottle in Sarika’s hand, Loren’s brain was blank, and he didn’t want to take a step forward. He knocked down the crystal bottle in the girl's hand.

The exquisite bottle was smashed to pieces, and a bright red liquid was spilled on the floor.

"Huh?" Sally froze for a while, then showed an angry expression, and she was about to draw her sword forward on the spot: "What are you doing?!"

"Stop!"

Loren shouted sternly, and her indifferent expression made the girl startled: "Don't touch it if you don't want to die!"

Salika swallowed after being frightened. Subconsciously retreating half a step; Eckert next to her glanced at her and silently retracted the right hand on the hilt.

The noise in the camp came from outside, but the camp was terrifying silently.

The indifferent black hair wizard said nothing, one-knee kneels; fear, shock, knowing... the mixed emotions made his cheeks twitch slightly, staring at the one on the ground. A puddle of liquid.

Holy Blood Potion...Sure enough, it really is you.

Farnesis.

Slowly raising his left hand, Loren snapped his fingers lightly, and the flash of "Torino Fire" was like a drop of water, falling from his fingertips precisely to the stall." The very center of the "liquid".

In the next second, Act and Sarika stared wide-eyed at the same time, showing incredible expressions.

The liquid on the ground did not burn, but it looked like it was frozen, exuding a disgusting terrifying smell, and it smelled like...

Digesting... Loren's eyes narrowed, his expression extremely heavy.

The power of the void follows a principle that the strong crushes the weaker-in front of the more powerful void power, the weak will have no response, or be distorted by the rules of the strong into another form exist.

Flame can turn into liquid, combustion can freeze into ice...and so on.

"What the hell is this?!" The dumbfounded Salika shivered for no apparent reason, biting her lower lip: "Poison?"

Although Count didn't speak, his face was as deep as water, and his expression was extremely solemn.

"This is... something terrifying ten thousand times more than poison."

Long sighed, the indifferent Loren remembered it, and opened the mouth and mockingly. said: "Drink it, you can Eternal and Undying, any wound-even if it is fatal, even if it is chopped to pieces, it can be restored in the blink of an eye."

"The price is What?" Eckert, frowning, stared at his Duke.

"Your consciousness, soul... will be completely torn to pieces by it." Loren's eyes are heavy: "You will become a walking corpse, become a monster and even... some kind of'terrifying existence' sacrifice "

Salika have one's hair stand on end, her face is ugly to the extreme.

"Salika!"

"Huh?!" The girl was taken aback.

"Apart from this bottle, how much is left?!" Loren who came back to his senses slammed her shoulder, but the carefree girl looked like a wounded cat in horror at the moment So "good-looking":

"Except for the bottle you brought, how much is left? Where are they, have they been touched?!"

"I, I... This was discovered by a few of my guards first, so I wanted to surprise you first..." Sarika was at a loss: "He, they may have started to divide..."

"Then call them back quickly and find Ain!" Almost face to face, Loren shouted at her: "Anyone! No! No! Touch this thing again! Understand?!"

"Ming, understand--!"

The panicked and helpless Salika almost "escaped" from the camp.

Looking at the silhouette of her leaving, Loren closed his eyes and couldn't help sighed again.

"It's too late." Ekter silently opened the mouth and said:

"Even if Miss Salika could arrive in time, the guards would have already... "

"I also know that it's too late." Loren shook his head, with a very helpless expression: "But I have to try it. The next one I can save is one."

"The most important The thing is, you can't let this thing spread in the barracks--otherwise, it's all over!"

Ackert lowered his head, and his heavy gaze swept across the black hair wizard's expression.

This is not an exaggerated rhetoric. The moment he saw Loren's face, he knew that his duke was telling a fact.

During the round table meeting, he also investigated the details of Loren Torino...Although the empire blocked the news in time, it involved a duchy capital; it is impossible to keep it secret.

What happened to the "Eboden Disaster" is still a well-known secret among lords everywhere.

If the "wizard city" is still too far away, then the Scarlet Blood Castle and the so-called "blood sect" are vivid, and they happened in Byrne's own land!

These are packed in exquisite crystal bottles, with bright colors and attractive taste; but they can set off a heretical riot and can easily destroy half of the city.

Absolutely, it cannot be allowed to exist in Byrne's army...No, it is absolutely not allowed to exist in this world!

"What kind of person is that whimsical enough to make such a terrifying thing?" Eckert shook his head, staring suspiciously at the solidified liquid on the ground: "They have a sense of this world and their beliefs. …Isn’t there any sense of awe?"

"...Probably."

Thinking of Isaac's evaluation of the Holy Cross and the Church, Loren reluctantly twitched his mouth: "But often the people who make monsters are born in the world just have some kind of very simple, or take it for granted."

"But we should be wary of those who know how to use monsters, and have nothing to do with them. Those who don’t care about the consequences; those people...they are the real monsters."

"The blade is not worth fearing. What needs to be feared is the hand that holds the sword." Eckert is slightly nodded, with a look in his eyes. A little bit clear in the middle: "So the Centaur War is just an insignificant surface... What we really want to fight against is a fearsome monster?"

Loren gritted his teeth, his eyes Flashed past a silhouette wearing a black robe: "No, it's not just a monster."

It surpasses the monster and allows Evil God to become terror-stricken at the news.

Ackert lifts the head, he faintly noticed that Loren...seems to know more things.

Just when he was about to ask, a hurried silhouette suddenly broke into the camp--Salika Jonah's cronies, the commander of the silver armor, had a very ugly expression:

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"Duke, man...have been found."

Loren of the facial expression grave silently looked back and glanced at Eckert, and both of them rushed out of the camp following the commander at the same time.

……………………………………

In the middle of the empty camp, a dozen silver-clad horsemen were chained to the penalty post. ; The heart-piercing screams and the painful expressions shocked everyone's soul.

Many people don’t even know what happened; but when they saw the screaming Knights biting their tongues and lips in pain, they struggled to break their bones and face. The blood vessels in the neck and neck were completely protruding and clearly visible. When the bloodshot eyes fell out of the eye sockets...

All the dumbfounded and unidentified people calmed down.

Silent, tear-stained Salika Jonah stopped Loren and the captain of the bodyguard behind him, grabbed the torch and kerosene in one hand, and personally lit those who were still struggling and howling. They are becoming less and less like human robes.

The flames are blazing into the sky, and the silver armored riders in the raging flames are still struggling desperately-even if the flesh melts and the bones turn into coke, the power of the holy blood potion can prevent them from dying immediately.

With her back facing the blazing fire, the girl pressed the sharp blade on the right hand, her silver teeth clenched, and the little by little cut her palm, and the dark red blood flowed down the blade to the ground.

In the next second, she opened her palm, and the bone wound was clearly aimed at everyone:

"With the Holy Cross, with the blood of Jonah, I swear here :

No matter who it is, what terrifying power there is, how many scare human rights;

I will find him and kill him

No matter how much you pay , By what means,

I will find him and kill him!"

She clenched her fists suddenly, and the girl was shaking all over her body...but that was not fear, Not trembling.

Senran cold words, wrapped in rage, boiling fire:

"I will find him...

Kill him!"