“...... I've been waiting;"

In the depths of the temple, the Black Cross, standing under the sculpture of the Holy Cross, stared at Loren, who was walking towards the door step by step.

The murmuring, not at all like it came from his chest and throat, the piercing cold voice completely defied common sense, and with the slight movement of his lips, echoed in Loren's mind.

"From the moment you appeared, day after day;"

Feeling the huge feeling of oppression that rushed to his face, Loren could even clearly feel the blood in his body boiling, evaporating and burning, as if it would be distorted by the other party's power at any time, turning into a shapeless puddle of flesh and blood.

"Arrange everything and wait for this moment;"

Be realistic... Even now, against Serol, Loren still has no certainty of victory, this is no longer a gap in strength that can be bridged by prudence, it is no longer a difference in strength, but the two sides are not on an equal level.

The only "fair" thing is probably that he also has a nine-pointed star chalice in his hand, and the other party needs two grails at the same time to complete his plan.

The problem is that he also needs to get two Holy Grails to stop Seliol, otherwise he will only get everything back to square one.

While guarding the Holy Grail, you also have to capture the Holy Grail controlled by the Black Cross, such a battle......

The real "hard as it gets".

"Because everything is predestined, no matter what happens, you... I will bring the Holy Grail with my own hands... to me;"

Staring at the black-haired wizard's black cross, the corners of his mouth hooked up a strange arc:

"Whether you like it or not, that's your calling. ”

In a head-to-head battle, he has almost no chance of winning, and the last flaw of Farnesis has been killed in the battle of Eckhart, and it has been proved that the flaw is actually more of a trap.

If it weren't for Ekhardt de Salion, he would probably have fallen into that trap and been "counter-killed" by Serol like a bug when he mistakenly thought he was victorious.

So... What to do?

What is it necessary to win a glimmer of life in such an incomparably desperate battle, to defeat an enemy who has been preparing for this moment for thousands of years, and may even have rehearsed for tens of thousands of years for the sake of this millennium plan, and is so well prepared that he is more thoughtful, calm, and cautious than himself?

Loren, who is calm on the surface, is a mess deep inside.

"The sky roared, and the earth trembled and wailed... This life has come to an end, and it is about to come to an end for the first time;

The cold words finally revealed the irrepressible maneuver:

"This life will eventually fall into my hands, in the palm of my hand... Eternal peace. ”

Every syllable sounded in Loren's mind as clearly as he struck the deepest part of his soul, steadily stucking every step he took into the temple.

"Loren Turin, as for you... You little note of discord. ”

In the dead and dark halls, Seliol's expression was full of disdain: "You will eventually fall at my feet as a loser, a symbol of the destruction of many rebels in the Old World." ”

"Sing and praise, a mere stranger, and you will end all tragedy with your own death... What an honor, what an honor!"

"Bell!"

A crisp sound echoed through the temple, and the sparks of the "Dawn" greatsword that smashed to the ground dissipated the darkness around them.

"Black Cross, Seliol you ......"

Staring at those murderous eyes, Loren took a deep breath, "No friends, right?"

Black Cross, with a cold expression, didn't pay attention to it.

"Because only a guy who doesn't have many friends will like Bala Bala Bara so much when he sees an outsider, stranger or even an enemy... Barra is endless. ”

"Because you have so much to say, but unfortunately no one wants to hear you say it, and the fools you control can't understand what you're saying, and a friend of mine knows how painful it is to talk to potatoes. ”

The black-haired wizard with emotion was dispelling the black mist sweeping around him, the gray-blue nine-pointed star magic array spread out under his feet, and at the same time, his left hand kept paddling in the air with his steps, like the conductor of the band, manipulating the overflowing power of the void.

"So you can only talk to your enemies about this, repeating your great plan over and over again, saying over and over again, 'I didn't expect it, this is the truth, you were deceived', or 'You're just a worthless ant, I can crush you with my fingernails and scatter your bones', it's really ......"

"It's enough for me to put forward an opinion and threaten people with cruel words, something like 'I'll kill you in a few days, crush your bones and scatter ashes', and if you talk too much, it will become a stalk, understand?"

The great sword that dragged to the ground followed Loren's steps, leaving a string of sparks behind it that forced the surrounding black fog back, like a parted wave, carving a path in the darkness.

The frost-faced Black Cross stood under the statue of the Holy Cross, without any intention of making a move.

There is no need to bother at all, because everything has long been a foregone conclusion.

Under the maelstrom, within this temple, Loren Turin had no chance of winning at all, because ......

"Do you know what kind of threat is the most effective?" Loren kept talking in his hand, and at the same time:

"It's not a threat. ”

"The sharpest part of the blade is when it is hidden in the sheath, and the deepest fear is not understanding, not understanding and not knowing... If the secret is known to the second person, it is no longer a secret, and if all those who resist are punished, it will only provoke more rebels. ”

"Anyway, it's all a death, it's better to live than to die, it's better to fight to the death, they are not brave at all, just because you let them know the price of resistance, and compared to what you gave, they don't care about paying these costs at all. ”

"So you should have understood, or maybe you knew this was going to be the case... The reason why I, the humble ant you call worthless, think that I am a very special ordinary person, a man of fire, a puppet and a doll of the devil......"

"I will stand in front of you so fearlessly. Unraveling the mystery, the black-haired wizard stopped and stood ten paces away from Serol:

"Because I'm tired of hearing all kinds of threats from you, and I've developed a very strong resistance, I don't feel it at all, to be honest, I'm not afraid now, I even want to laugh. ”

"But I understand you very well in this regard, really, it's not funny that a person who doesn't have many friends can occasionally become a chatterbox, I don't laugh at you for such a thing... Unless you can't help it. ”

The indifferent black cross, his eyes locked on the black-haired wizard's every move.

That's right, it's just a little trick that Loren Torino likes to play.

With words and facial expressions, he constantly releases strong mood swings and void reactions to attract the attention of others, and then inadvertently completes his plans and arrangements.

Ebolden, Nidhogg, Red Blood Castle, Silverhelm Mountain... I have seen such a worthless little trick too many times, and I am no longer unfamiliar with it.

The puppet Farnesis, who was controlled by himself, might have been deceived by such a boring little trick, but Farnesis is dead, and the last glimmer of hope in Loren Turin has been strangled.

Let him continue to be so proud, anyway, these are meaningless in front of himself who has already seen through everything, because the more he is proud, the more rampant, the more desperate he will become......

"Yes, it doesn't work. Loren snorted softly:

"In the presence of the great and great Black Cross Serol, who saw through everything and planned everything, and was so great that he had no friends, all intrigues were meaningless, just a dying throes before the final defeat. ”

"No matter how much you hide it, you are destined to see through the idea, no matter how much you plan, it can't compete with thousands or even tens of thousands of years of preparation, no matter how many variables will eventually return to the original path, everything is just the last carnival at the end of the day, so ......"

"Why are you so nervous?"

"There's no need, isn't it?Anyway, no matter how much I toss, it's useless, no matter how stubborn I resist, I'm doomed to die, everyone dies, I can't change this, and I don't plan to change it, so... Why do you care so much?"

"I've heard this say about this......" Blinking curiously, the black-haired wizard and the black cross looked at each other:

"The more hatred, the more fearful, the more fearful, the more joyful, the more lie, the more happy, the more sad......"

"Words, which only give a label of expression and existence, are dead, but emotions, but variables that fluctuate and never stop, are alive, so I have come to a rather interesting conclusion, which is ......"

"The omnipotent Seriel, who has mastered the paradoxical world of the Void, is in fact ... He has always suppressed his real mood swings with his calm side, putting himself in a state of absolute calm and seemingly controlling everything, and I say it seems to be because of this state......"

"It's pretending, it's a disguise, or you don't know how to express it at all, because you don't have friends, you don't have a reference, but it doesn't matter, if you really don't know, then I can help you......"

"Loren... !!! Turin"

The concussion caused by a roar of rage, and the terrible sense of oppression simply came to the surface.

Without any warning, the magic array blocking in front of Loren shattered, and the huge pressure made him unable to move at all, his eyes widened, staring at the black cross who was already on the verge of madness, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

All along, in the eyes of the black-haired wizard, a certain keen to provoke with words, expressions and body language is a kind of crazy death behavior that he can't quite understand, provoking and ridiculing him can barely understand and accept, but this kind of extraordinary feeling, making the enemy want to tear you to pieces, standing on the edge of a cliff......

That's great!

As the black fog boiled, a loud roar followed by a loud roar that shook the earth, the temple collapsed, the sky turned upside down, and the world fell into the abyss......

A huge castle rises from the ground behind the black-haired wizard, and the huge gray-blue vortex that covers the dome has been replaced by a burning nine-pointed star!

It is bleak, but it is burning;

Obviously spitting flames, but I didn't feel the slightest warmth, only the cold to the bone.

From beginning to end, Serol didn't even bother to stop it, and looked around casually as if he were watching a ridiculous drama.

"Dream world?"

Looking at the nine-pointed star burning overhead, the corners of Seliol's mouth only sneered: "You are actually in me... In front of the Black Cross, open your dream world?"

"Boom!"

The expanding black mist rolled up like a wave around Serol, who had spread his arms, and swept towards Loren in a rain of arrows.

Feeling the feeling of oppression, as if he could strangle himself without Serol reaching out in the next second, the black-haired wizard opened the ice barrier with great difficulty.

Even in his own dream world, it has become so difficult, if he is still in the temple, I am afraid that if he does not end up with the same fate as Asriel at the beginning, he will explode on the spot in one face.

"Bang ......"

Patches of black fog turned from the gaseous state of the fog into a liquid in just a few seconds when they approached the black-haired wizard, and then "condensed" into "ice", like a sculpture that stood still in time, and was rigidly fixed in place.

"Humph......"

Snorting coldly, Serier raised the corners of his mouth and waved his hand disdainfully, and the solidified "black mist" shattered into countless chips, exploding into a sky full of crystals.

With a flash of his gaze, the black-haired wizard snapped his fingers, and the tiny particles that flickered across the sky hooked up with each other, forming three magic circles in front of the gray-blue ice barrier, locking Serol in the center.

Fire of Turin.

"Boom !!!"

The golden-red flames exploded around Seriel, and the waves of flames tore at the thin figure beneath the tattered robes.

The flames are gone, and the black cross in the sea of fire... Intact.

"Loren Turin, I don't know what to say about you... Madness, or arrogance?" Under the shabby hood, Selior's hideous face was revealed.

"That's still crazy, I'm a wizard after all. ”

Loren shrugged his shoulders indifferently, and at the same time re-sketched the defensive magic array in front of him, if it was useless, it was more or less prepared.

"Wizard... Do you think that with a small dream world, a few spells that are not worth mentioning, or... Your superficial and ridiculous wisdom can defeat me and take the Holy Grail?"

"Yes and no. Staring at the Black Cross motionlessly, Loren said lightly:

"Because I am a wizard, calm, cautious, never control my mind with emotions, always give priority to reason, and use the simplest and most effective way to solve the problems I encounter, and at the same time the most reasonable way, so I ......"

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, the black-haired wizard raised the "Dawn" sword with one hand, and steadily aimed the tip of the sword at the black cross's hard-to-see, gloomy and hideous face:

"I'm going to use this... Knock you to shreds!"