Shaman from Afar

That was a long time ago.

In the wild dog village ... the remote village where everything started, the underground temple in the village ...

"... Dear Loren, as your friend, I am very happy to lend a helping hand to new friends ..."

Nearly desperate teenager encounters a "good-hearted person" who claims to know his origins, is willing to help him, and apparently has plots and no traces. Will he wholeheartedly believe this evil **** who left him a mark and bound himself?

Do not……

Vigilance and suspicion are things taken for granted.

"... how can I hurt you, dear Loren, we are friends ..."

But anyone who is not stupid to get home will not believe this kind of nonsense.

So no matter how sincere he expressed what he said, Loren didn't believe a word from beginning to end.

"... Dear Loren doesn't believe in anyone, just like he never believed in poor Asriel ..."

That's right, this is a matter of course; when a "evil god" continually lures you and tries to hide everything and tells you a little bit of information until it is discovered, how can you believe him?

Of course you won't.

Even just the opposite, you will try to gain insight into the real, more truth from each of his words, expressions and body language, trying to confess and explore everything through himself instead of him.

Because even if he said you would not believe it, it would also be a lie, at least a lie disguised as truth; you would instead use your own guesses and guesses to find the truth you think.

"... Dear Loren, we are friends with such a surprised expression; the best friend, how could I ignore you ..."

He saved you ... When you are most critical, you will be moved, willing to accept and always show a little kindness to this "evil god" who tries to use you to manipulate you, especially when facing a common enemy.

But such a touch is not enough to erase doubt.

Because you ... Lorren Turin ... Clearly, the only reason he did this was to defeat his enemies; the identity and status of the two were completely unequal, and even with the so-called "false friendship", they could only last for a while. For an evil god, human emotion is probably just a plaything.

"... All the" truth "will only be spoken when you have to tell me, and ... will only tell me what" must "knows, and the rest of the words will not say more ..."

To some extent, this is the tacit understanding between the two parties.

If the other two are considered humans, they all know that Loren will not completely believe in Asrell. This kind of slightly strange situation, with a bit of mutual use, at least Loren has achieved the possibility of being encountered at any time. Preparation for betrayal.

"... There are many reasons for this, such as ensuring that dear Loren will not be exposed in advance to an invincible existence ..."

Like the "bad boy" who lied, and never tirelessly continued his favorite lies.

"... and lies, you can tell the truth ..."

Step by step closer to the truth, revealing the secret little by little, when Loren Turin really thinks he has seen through everything, the real "truth" is very different from what he originally thought.

, As described by the Holy Cross, is a lie that can be seen at a glance and broken at a glance.

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

The blonde teenager who turned his head, his pitiful expression reflected in the vision of the dark-haired wizard who was soaked in blood:

"From the beginning to the end, Asrell" deceives "you for only one reason ... regardless of the cost and consequences of protecting dear Loren, and this last line of life."

That's right, at the moment Serel was about to destroy the dream world, Loren really understood ... what is a so-called lie at a glance.

Is unwilling to tell him the truth because he who knows everything has no secrets about the Black Cross; Asrell ’s mind reading can also be a hint to a certain extent;

The temptation to pretend to be a lie made me doubt all things and ensured my vigilance;

Leave the mark of the evil spirit and deal with himself, help himself to construct and perfect the dream world, and connect his existence in his soul ...

Everything is for this moment, for this last lifeline.

Even Ariel ... the other "Asterel" insisted on killing himself, and there was a good explanation because even then, even if he gambled on such a huge risk, it was only a tiny possibility of winning That's it.

The power of the Black Cross is desperate.

The four evil gods in the north, the Logan in the hat, the Valkyrie Valencia, the Turin of Roland ... all have failed, or they have failed from the beginning, and they know how insignificant they are to do. How unrealistic.

Unswervingly determined, clinging to this last glimmer of hope, Asriel, who was full of unrealistic lies ... became the biggest alternative among them, carefully but firmly determined to embark on this "no return path" ".

All ... It is to defeat this powerful and desperate black cross, Serel.

"Asriel !!!"

Comes with an angry roar, a sense of oppression that is terrifying and unmovable.

Even if he was cut off from the outside world, and at the same time half of his power was lost, Serriel ’s void reaction was still strong enough to crush everything.

"Ah ... really, suddenly the temper became irritable."

Blocked in front of the dark-haired wizard, the blond teenager was casually vomiting, with only the scarlet eyes, and had never left Loren's cheek for a moment:

"So ... Dear Loren, this time I really want to gamble all."

The smile is set in stone, but the tender voice is full of determination.

"Ok."

The black-haired wizard nodded, his expression dignified.

"It's a pity, because once killed, Asriel is now very weak, so weak that he can only rely on the connection with Loren to not disappear."

The mouth of the blond boy showed a bit of bitterness: "The original plan ... was to let the dear Loren directly inherit the power of the family, but now ... Even if everything is exhausted, only the power of a high-order spell is left.

"After using the power, I have promised Loren, I am afraid that none of them can be achieved ... sorry."

"Although I will never deceive Loren, but this time ... it seems that I really have to eat it."

Asier nodded slightly as if she was wronged, but also as self-blame, her dazzling eyes dodged.

Loren smiled.

"It doesn't matter, I never expected it anyway."

The blonde teenager was stunned and looked up in amazement.

"Asriel, the **** of deceit and deceit, the person who deals with him will always be the one deceived, and he will never get what he wants, so ..." Smiling Loren, facing the blonde teenager :

"It's just another, a lie at a glance."

Asriel's expression slightly stiffened, and then suddenly laughed out loud.

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

The hearty laughter filled the dead dream world with cheerful air.

The lips of the two raised their lips and laughed, it seems that they have temporarily forgotten the existence of a fragment behind them that can pinch them at any time.

"So ... Dear Loren, are you ready?"

The blond blond boy who looked back and looked at Loren, slowly raised his right hand to the translucent back of his hand, which was a snake-like rune.

Pursed his mouth tightly, and the silent Loren also revealed the mark of the evil spirit under his right wrist.

"There is only one chance, the hope is extremely slim, and the possibility of success is probably not even one millionth, but ..." Asrell ’s eyes flashed with light:

"Absolutely will succeed, dear Loren you ... Absolutely will succeed."

"People who can defeat the Black Cross ... only you."

"Only you can!"

The mirror is like two completely opposite signs of evil spirits, burning like a brand.

The smiling Asriel disappeared little by little in front of the dark-haired wizard.

Head, torso, limbs, hands and feet ...

Is like completely burnt charcoal, turned into flying ash, scattered, flying all over the sky.

The collapse of means that the last bit of Pingyi belonging to the "Evil God Asriel" in this world has also completely dissipated, leaving only a little memory; for the Evil God, it is no different from being "killed".

Only the mark of the evil **** under Loren ’s right wrist was burning, and the power of the void that escaped began to erode his body again, consuming his energy and tormenting his nerves, but ...

This time, Loren felt that he was falling in love with this painful feeling.

Twitched and laughed weakly, Loren trembling his trembling right hand, and pointed the Mithril Sleeve Sword on his chest.

That's it ... poke into it violently.

"Poof!"

For a moment, the heart trembled under the tip of the sword.

The body completely leaned back uncontrollably, and the blurred vision watched the surging plasma flying in the air.

Trembling lips, read the name.

Mantra, die now.

"Dang!"

Longfang, a lance that pierced the ground, supported the body that had nearly fallen to the ground and died. The chest with blood spattered like a heavy hammer, and it suddenly shocked.

Then ... the scarred body is like a machine that has been awakened again, and it begins to re-run, gradually being re-controlled by consciousness.

Wounds all over the body healed at a rate visible to the naked eye. If it were n’t for the blood that had n’t dried up on the whole body, it was as if it had never existed before.

In just a few seconds, the dying black-haired wizard stood back in front of the Black Cross unharmed.

All this ... just the power of a spell.

But for the sake of a magic spell in this area, it was Asterel ’s bet on all the plans; everything was just to be able to deceive the Black Cross for a moment at this last moment.

Only for a moment!

Although Loren was still locked in the power of the void by the dream of solitude, Serel ’s power was also very few, and the remaining amount was not even 1% of the beginning!

"That's it?"

The voice of extreme anger echoed in Loren's ears: "A lie that is not worth mentioning, the needless behavior of the weak holding a group to warm up, and a little recovery of strength feels that the situation has reversed?"

"Don't be self-righteous there, Loren Torino ... The ants will always be ants, this will never change!"

"It's just to climb back from the edge of death and let you do your best. I only need to move my finger a little, and you will be in a desperate situation again!"

"Dying and struggling, it's just a futile effort to make the last despair even more terrible!"

"That's right!"

Gasping for breath, sweating Loren smiled and carried the "Dawn" sword, lifted the "Dragon Teeth", and pointed the gun at the face of the Black Cross:

"Even if you come a thousand times, ten thousand times, or countless times ... it is impossible to change the strength, nor can the gap between you and me change, but ..."

"Although the gap cannot be changed, the outcome is not necessarily the same."

"As a reward for not interrupting us just now, although in a strict sense, it is because you failed to interrupt me that I told you the most mad and the second sentence I heard in my life." He smiled. Loren Torino, his eyes flashing:

"The deceased will not die, will definitely come back ...

Its momentum ... more! strong! "

At the same time when the black fog hit, Loren did not hesitate to pounce on the figure of the black cross from the front.

The tip of the silver "dragon tooth" turned into a tracer, which shortened the distance of ten steps between the two sides in the blink of an eye.

"Boom!"

The "dawn" sword of the round dance disperses the black mist that hits from the side.

Lost the last obstruction, except for Serel's figure that appeared in the sight of the black-haired wizard, only "Dragon Teeth" had approached the gunpoint of the Black Cross's body.

Opportunity ... Only now!

Sudden pupil dilation ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The spear pierced violently in his hand, and the spear penetrated the left hand of the Black Cross from the palm of his hand.

The withered arm, like a burnt tree branch, quickly turned into a color similar to that of the black mist, rotting, dismembering, and falling apart.

Under the approaching gunpoint, it turned into scattered fly ash.

"Poof!"

Serior with a distorted expression forcibly broke down his right arm into black mist, blocking Loren's approach and retreating backward.

The black-haired wizard did not continue to pursue, but stopped at the same place, lifted the black mist that the big sword would block, and easily dissipated, and looked at the black cross with some embarrassment.

In front of a stranger who was completely worthless in his mouth, the black cross Serel had to choose to avoid ... twice.

If you count the crazy ridicule of Asriel before ... "Anger", it is no longer possible to describe Serel's mood at this moment.

The black cross that had lost one arm gritted its teeth, and its twisted expression stared at the figure of the dark-haired wizard step by step.

Too care ...

Had to admit that Asriel ’s plan was perfect. Using his own blind spots to succeed made this possibility escape from his sight and win a trace of success for his revenge.

Although hope is slim, ... if Loren Torino can **** the Holy Grail before the dream world collapses, maybe his plan is really possible ...

Will fail because of a stranger in every district!