Shaman from Afar

Lucien?

I saved my life just now, and also blocked the attack on the front of "Fansis" ... Is it Lucien? !

Feeling the void reaction in front of him that was comparable to the higher-order curse, Loren woke up from the pain, and his dark pupil quickly locked on the back of the gray pupil.

Under the dark blue hair behind the head, there was a red-red snake-like rune that seemed to be burning.

All of a sudden, Loren understood.

"Astrael-!!!!!!"

In the angry roar, the embarrassed young boy "trembling" was hiding in the corner, his hands and index fingers pressed together, and his innocent scarlet eyes flickered left and right.

Becoming an apostle of the evil **** is, in a sense, similar to the puppet of the evil god—when gaining strength, life and death will fall into the hands of the evil **** and even become its "body" in the material world.

Loren himself was not due to the "special physique" of the stranger and Asriel was too weak at the time, and he did not end this way, and he deserved the end ... Look at the current Fanesis, everything is clear.

"I asked for it, Lord Loren, please don't blame him." Lu Sien's cold expression squeezed his lips tightly, and his gray-blue pupil was no longer half-spirited:

"I am your escort. Naturally, I should do my utmost to protect your safety. No matter what price it is to pay, I am willing!"

Cold killing intent, biting cold!

"So, dear Loren ... it's really not that Asrier has to do such a terrible thing." Poor teenager quickly rushed up, his expression innocent to the extreme: "If I can, I certainly don't want to hurt you Friends ... "

"Shut up!" Loren glanced and interrupted him angrily: "This time it's you."

As soon as the words fell, Asriel immediately smiled and quickly and consciously gestured a "sewing up" motion on his lips with his right hand.

Very smooth.

Loren turned around and fixed his eyes on "Fansis", but he was talking to Lucien beside him:

"Is it okay, how long can it last?"

"For this day, I have been preparing for a long time." The gray pupil's face does not change color: "As for how long I can persist ..."

"As long as you need, I can fight forever!"

The dark-haired wizard sighed.

Fanesis ... No, it is now Serel. The unknown ability is suspected to be related to time. His strength is beyond doubt. Neither the layout nor the actual strength can match him.

The only thing restricting him is the body of this material world-unlike Asriel and all other evil gods, Cerriol is obviously not quite sure how to control "self".

Of course, it doesn't matter to him ... even if it is killed, it can be restored in an instant. In this case, it is Loren himself. I am afraid that there will be a similar idea.

It's like a character in a game. If you are killed by another player, you will of course get angry. Annoyed or even want to crawl along the network line to beat people ... but there will never be any sense of crisis.

Because you know that all of this can't cause any substantial harm to yourself, every character is killed thousands of times, and even if the archive and account are deleted, it is impossible to move you half of the cold hair.

Wait, control? Roles? puppet?

Serel is not a fallen evil god, nor does he have any legend as his dependence in the real world,

This seems to be not unsolvable.

As long as your plan does not go wrong ... then ...

boom----! ! ! !

A huge sense of oppression struck again. Asrell, who forced a smile, was in front, the pale cheeks were covered with lines, and the blood vessels under the blown skin were red and purple, which made the smile of the teenager It's a lot.

"Hum ... the oppression formed by the projection of the power of the void, rough but effective tricks, but ..." With his right hand on his back, Asriel standing sideways with one hand propped forward, slamming the bangs of his forehead to reveal With bright eyes:

"The same tricks have no effect on me!"

"..." Loren couldn't help rolling his eyes:

"Lucien, remember your" two-handed sword "theory?"

"Huh ?!" Suddenly, Lucien nodded. "Remember."

"Very good ..." Loren nodded seriously: "Now we, we need to apply this theory to study."

puff--! ! ! !

With repeated tricks, Asrell only persisted for less than ten seconds and was torn apart under great pressure; fragmented flesh and blood were scattered everywhere.

"attack!"

The moment the voice fell, two afterimages launched a surprise attack from different directions at the same time.

Hum ... the struggle of ants.

Even if he knew he was dead, he would rise up and fight his fragile body against the power of "God" ... called bravery?

No, this is simply ignorance and arrogance.

Serel's eyes locked on two people at the same time, gently raised two fingers, and the black mist that turned into a sharp blade spontaneously flew to Loren and Gray pupil.

Do you think you have two people at the same time?

Ridiculous and ridiculous.

"clang--!!!!"

The sound of a sharp blade collision sounded, and the offensive of the two was stopped at the same time. The figure of man.

That's the case ... Do you want to let one of you get close to yourself by attacking and sharing the pressure?

The expression of "Fansis" as usual, but the hands and feet have begun to tremble unconsciously.

The pupils all over the blood, the temples exposed by the green muscles, the lips purple and blue ... Even if it is eroded many times by the void, the life of the material world has its upper limit to the void.

"Really ... a cunning reptile."

With a cold snort, Farnesses stepped back half a step to minimize the area of ​​protection, and it is best to focus on one of them ...

"boom--!"

At the next moment, the black fog blocking the front was suddenly swept away by the turbulent waves, and the gray pupil with his double swords took the opportunity to pounce straight ahead.

High-level magic spell, the original impact.

"Lusien--!" The dark-haired wizard roared, and the gray-blue sword mangled two wings of black mist, escorting the swift figure:

"Rush!"

"Following-!!!!!!"

Encased in the black mist that swept through, the gray pupil was crossing obstacles with unprecedented speed and responsiveness, and launched a raid on Fanesis.

Not only did there not panic in the bloodshot eyes, but a trace of contempt.

Ants ... Do you think I didn't guess your thoughts, but ... um?

At that moment, "Fanesi" was shocked to notice that the black-haired wizard stopped, and the gray pupil of the raid was also avoiding the front by dodge.

It turned out that the guard of the raid was only used to confuse himself. He was the real killer ... Lorren Turin was really so arrogant forever.

In order to win, he does not hesitate to pay the life of a "friend" as a price, very good;

But you are dead!

boom------! ! ! !

The sudden blast of air, with unstoppable force, knocked the black-haired wizard out of the air!

In the thundering dust, Loren, who hit the door like a shell, collapsed to the ground, and the throat in the tumbling chest was sweet. With a wow, blood spilled from his mouth.

Struggling twice, but that figure could not stand up again.

But at the next moment, another figure that should have been avoided appeared in Serior's sight out of thin air.

Even in the dome of the Dragon King City, Lucien has never felt the pressure like now-every bone, every ribbed meat seems to be burning pain, the heart is beating at an unprecedented speed, mind There is only one blank left.

While the other party focused all of his attention on Loren, Lussien had already crossed the last line of defense, as if tearing the arrows of the sky, towards the distracted Fanesis.

That puppet of Asriel? !

Serior's pupils contracted suddenly.

But he was too late ... No matter how powerful the "Black Cross" Serel is, he must rely on the body of "Fansis" to exert it.

A "god" that can be killed is never invincible.

"Give me! Go! Die!"

The tearing sound of the separation of flesh and blood and the spewing plasma, the crossed swords have penetrated the body of Farnesses and fell into the pool of blood.

"It's now!"

The pupil of the gray pupil shrank, and the blade of his right hand was aimed at the back of Fanesis's head, and he stabbed straight down decisively.

puff--!

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

At the moment when the blade of the sword pierced, the black mist turned into a spear penetrated Lussien's shoulders first; the screaming gray pupils endured the painful struggle, but they were still mentioned in the air bit by bit. .

The wailing cry of tears broke his right arm.

"When you want to do it again, remember the pain at this moment." Stumbled up from the ground, Fanesis raised his right hand coldly, and opened it to Lucien's body:

"You really should learn to learn from your master ... first, aim at the head."

The greasy look of Lucien, the hard and painful opening:

"Pooh--!"

The blood-stained saliva fell on the cheeks, and the still-looking "Fanesi" slowly tightened his right hand.

"Ah ah ah--!!!!"

In the screaming screams, countless black mists flooded the body of the gray pupil.

Ok? !

At the next moment, those black mists suddenly stopped and rushed towards Fanesis' body.

"The honorable" Black Cross "sir, have you forgotten ..."

Asrell, who appeared from nowhere, bowed to "Fansis" with the most sincere smile, but the scariest eyes shone with the coldest luster:

"In this room ... you ... are not the only ones that can directly control the power of the void."

"You gave up the blockage of the vampire body and used the power of the void directly?" Sneered, "Fansis", the bloodshot eyes stared at the immature face:

"Can't wait to get rid of me, Asriel?"

"Of course not, because you will fall first, it's you." Asriel raised his mouth high, like a child who was praised by an adult, his arms spread out, and then his hands slammed, shouting loudly:

"Bon Voyage--!"

The black mist rolled up, and the figure of Farnesses disappeared instantly.

The dying gray pupil fell from midair and was anxiously supported by Asriel before he could figure out the situation:

"Listen, I can only hold Serel for a short time at most, and you can take Loren to leave here now ..."

He didn't have time to finish.

At the next moment, Asriel's head burst instantly!

"boom--!"

The gray pupil juvenile widened his eyes.

He looked at Asriel's head and turned into countless fragments and spewing plasma in front of him, his headless petite body fell in his arms.

There is no warning!

"Hello ... deceptive?"

At this moment, Lucien clearly felt the serpentine rune behind his neck, and his control over him weakened;

"Asriel, you ..."

At this moment, the body that fell in his arms did not dissolve into an invisible shape of flesh, and the delicate red and black dress was completely saturated with plasma.

"Alive ... right?"

At this moment, the body under the dress was disintegrating at a rate visible to the naked eye, evaporating, withering, and cracking.

With a big mouthful of gasps, the face of the gray pupil was filled with incredible.

"Living is the definition of your material world; existence is the basic law of the void." The indifferent "Fansis" looked down at Lusien on the ground and said lightly:

"The traces have been erased by the Holy Cross, leaving only the last bit of the" existent "faller ... will not have a second chance of life."

The room was silent.

Until another voice interrupted him.

"Then what do you do ... Serior?"

Squinting, "Fansis" slowly looked sideways towards the gate.

The black wizard who collapsed to the ground leaned against the gate, and the left hand with the "caster" was pressed into the pool of blood, and the right hand was holding a cup, and the bloodless face smiled weakly.

That's ... the Holy Grail of the Nine Stars?

"By relying on the body and 'existence' of Bishop Farnesis, even if the power is weakened to the point of nowhere ... um, this is what Asriel told me ... can also be resurrected infinitely ~ Let yourself be invincible. "Loren smiled:

"Excellent plan, but you forgot something ... the Holy Grail of the Nine Stars."

Slightly stunned, the mouth of "Fansis" raised a cruel corner of his mouth: "Yeah, I almost forgot why I killed you."

"Thanks for reminding, Loren Turin."

At the next moment, the black mist rolled up, like a spreading group of snakes, sweeping close to the dark-haired wizard who could not move.

"Loren — !!!!!!" Luis screamed exhaustedly.

"No, I mean you forgot that the channel opened by the Holy Grail is bidirectional ... which means that as long as the method is appropriate, not only can the existence of the void travel through the physical world, but also the 'credentials' of your existence, Expel from the material world. "

Looking at the "Fanesi" who was still wondering, Loren showed the smug smile of "IQ crush" for the first time, and compared a **** to him:

"It's time to unplug the network cable, you are a dead house!"