Under the burning black sun, the unwilling howl of Fanecist echoed for a long time.

The pitch-black spear had already pierced the black-haired wizard's eyebrows, and his arms were in sharp pain as if they were about to break, and the dream continued to consume the little energy he still had, and the violent tearing and pain seemed to tear him in half at any time!

But Loren didn't care, even if it hurt so much that he passed out now... Because he won the bet.

Although he became an apostle of the evil gods, Fanecis is still a human being, not a puppet completely devoured by the "Black Cross" Serol - based on this premise, the dream of the Ranran is just as effective for him, and it is not strong enough to ignore the Holy Grail of the Nine-Pointed Star!

He had only two options - either escape as soon as possible before the dream world was fully formed, or kill himself and be trapped in the altar of Byrne Cathedral, waiting for decades or even hundreds of years to turn around.

It is clear that Farnessc chose the latter.

"This is not the end, Loren Torino, and the curtain has not yet come down on our confrontation. ”

The grim-faced Fanecist had a hideous expression, but his tone was extremely calm.

The black-haired wizard kneeling on one knee widened his eyes as he stared at the black spear that was pressed against his brow and gradually dissipated from the tip of the spear into smoke and dust, and finally disappeared without a trace in Brunhilde's hand.

The expressionless Valkyrie was like a puppet with a broken thread, and in an instant she had collapsed to the ground, the black on her wings and armor slowly faded, and even her already fair skin was slightly rosy, and the black mist that drifted away gradually faded into the air like evaporating water vapor.

At that moment, Loren, who still didn't dare to relax, still knelt on one knee, tensed his nerves and put the dragon's teeth in front of him, and raised his eyes to look at Fanesis, who was still unwilling on the other side.

"Brünnhilde... She is only one part of my plan, not even the most crucial one, and even if you stop me, you will only allow the truth to continue to be concealed, and this false empire and mediocrity will continue to live in deception and lies. ”

"Until... The moment the judgment comes!"

Fanesis's tone was deep, and under his long gray hair and emaciated face were a pair of frenzied, burning eyes:

"I see the flames falling from the firmament, the lava of the endless abyss gushing out of the earth, and the sins and hypocrites will cry and struggle in the fire!

I see that the hypocritical peace will be completely overturned, and the plague and famine will return to the world!

Power brings salvation, order, and heaven, and power will save the world!

I'm going to save the world, to bring the faith that truly belongs to the Holy Cross to this damned world!

I will be the true savior!"

In the next moment, the hideous Farnesis's body began to disintegrate—his face, pupils, and head were all dissipating little by little like broken sculptures.

Then there is the torso, the limbs...... As the black mist faded away, Fanecis's body turned into burned-out ashes, floating in the air with the remaining embers.

Flying in the sky, only dust remains.

Under the burning black sun, only the half-kneeling black-haired wizard and the Valkyrie fell to the ground, and the Oath Knight collapsed in a pool of blood without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

Although the torso and throat were pierced, the Knight's chest could still be seen slowly rising and falling, and the only remaining left hand was still holding the "Bright Star" without the slightest sign of letting go.

Not even the avalanches of the glacial wastes and the collapsed ruins of Nidhogg could kill him, and the black-haired wizard didn't think that a mere "flesh wound" would kill the Oath Knight.

I'm afraid that only the Holy Cross himself will be able to kill this extremely tenacious Knight of Oaths, right?

Slowly raising his head, the black-haired wizard looked at the dream world that was gradually forming around him, his expression a little dazed.

Is it over?

Fanecis was still alive and well, not even really hurting half of his hair, and he simply retreated for fear of the power of the Grail of the Nine-Pointed Star.

No, not a retreat...... He didn't expect the release of Brünnhilde to cause much damage to the Red Blood Castle and even Byrne, all he wanted to do was destroy the Holy Cross's faith in Byrne.

He's succeeded, in a sense.

No matter how much the empire and the Turin family try to cover up, the capture of the Cathedral of Byrne by the heretical order is an indisputable fact, and the prestige of the Holy Cross Church will be dealt a heavy blow like never before - this is not a prayer room in some countryside, but the foundation of faith in the entire Duchy of Byrne!

It is conceivable that the Farnesis, who had succeeded once, would not stop his plans: Eberten, Lothair, Ellemont, Boe, Arles, Sackland...... When the traditional forces of the principalities and heretical cults rise one by one, and the evil gods are raging, how long can the church and the Heavenly Dome Palace last?

Not to mention the Fault Mountain in the north... The black-haired wizard looked at the black sun burning overhead, and his expression did not relax in the slightest.

A cold touch came from behind him, and Loren was startled, as if he had sensed something.

Turning sharply, the black-haired wizard's eyes widened.

Brunhilde slowly raised his head, his white wings spread left and right, hovering in mid-air and looking down at him.

"So... You broke my seal?"

In the quiet air, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

The black-haired wizard was stunned for a moment, and then realized that he was talking to the Valkyrie in front of him, his eyes as cold as frost staring at him in the midst of his beautiful face.

"Uh... It's complicated, it's actually ......"

"What's your name?" the goddess interrupted him, "All human beings have names, and they all have titles. ”

"Loren!" Feeling the chill on the other party's body, the nervous black-haired wizard didn't dare to slack off: "Loren Torino!"

As the words fell, Brunhilde's expression froze visibly for a moment.

"Loren Turin ......" instantly, her gaze at the black-haired wizard became extremely complicated:

"You're... Descendants of Roland?"

"If you're talking about Roland Turin, yes. ”

The black-haired wizard did everything he could to calm his tone, and he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart... I don't know why, but I seem to be safe.

"The descendants of Roland Turin... Didn't Roland leave a message to stop breaking my seal, not to make such useless attempts, not to try again against forces that you simply cannot resist?"

Brünnhilde's voice was cold, but also elegant, as if every word she said seemed to be reciting a short poem: "All your resistance is in vain." ”

The black-haired wizard just shook his head: "Roland Turin died in the Broken Boundary Mountain, I have never heard of him ......"

"What?!"

Brunhilde looked at him in disbelief: "Roland, he... He ......"

"He died in the Broken Boundary Mountain, killed in the last counterattack of the Tenth Generation's monster invasion, and the Dragon Empress won that war, and is now the Twelfth Generation. The black-haired wizard cautioned.

"Twelfth ......," Brunhilde whispered, "I see, Charlotte de Salion... That woman... Rowland... Even you have not been able to completely destroy the shackles of fate... Even you ......"

Looking at the shocked Valkyrie, Loren, who bowed slightly, squinted his eyes - the other party's reaction, just the amount of information that had been revealed was simply terrifying.

After a moment of silence, the stunned Brunhilde's expression gradually calmed down.

Very good... Maybe it's because of Roland, she doesn't seem to be hostile to me?

The black-haired wizard stared uncertainly, and although he didn't know what his "cheap ancestor" had to do with Brunhilde, he might be able to take advantage of it......

"Uh... Excuse me, what is your relationship with Roland......"

"Friends. Brunhilde's expression became extremely sad, and the change in his eyes alone seemed to be exaggerated to the extent of drama, and even Loren seemed to be able to "empathize" with it.

"Even if the sky falls apart, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, there will be no second existence that can resemble him. ”

So exaggerated?

Just when the stunned Loren didn't know how to answer... Suddenly, I felt cold.

In the next second, endless killing intent surged towards him from Valkyrie's body like a tide!