Under the burning obsidian sun, only dazzling golden red flashes, explosions and flames mixed with billowing smoke turned into monstrous waves, and the flood of fire rolled and boiled, roaring.

Brunhilde, who stood in place with the door wide open, took the blow almost completely.

And it's a blow without reservation, with all his might.

"Ahh——!!!!h

The heart-rending and roaring black-haired wizard did everything he could, leaving little room for backhand and defense - in the face of the Valkyrie who was so powerful that it was impossible to speak, and only by doing his best could he win back this insignificant turnaround!

At the moment of roaring, the corners of Loren's eyes had begun to show a slight tiredness... Even under the premise of being strengthened by the Nine-Pointed Star Holy Grail, it was still a very dangerous sign for him to immediately squander the little energy he had left after using the two high-level spells of "Dream of Thought" and "Death Now".

If you can't force Brunhilde back even this moment, then you really have only one last option left, and the last one you want... Valve.

For wizards who have really come into contact with the occult and the nine-pointed star chalice, the "valve" is the last hole card in their hands - to let the spiritual temple invade the real world in reverse, even in places where the power of the void could not be used at will, and even without caring about the consumption of spiritual power.

This is what the wizards have found on the nine-pointed star chalice, the "key" to open their own shackles, and they can have the power of the evil god in a short time.

And the price is a strong void erosion and an extremely high risk of sudden death on the spot or even mutation... Although Loren didn't have to worry about this, the loss of energy alone was enough to keep him in a coma for a month, and it was accompanied by a considerable period of weakness.

Because of this, the battle with Mezka in the Grove of Ancients would be so vivid in his memory that he didn't choose to open the valve when the battle with Ariel was at its most critical.

The black-haired wizard staring at the flames was slightly relieved, he didn't expect to be able to defeat Brunhilde with a high-level spell, but at least......

"Boom ————!!!!"

In the next second, the roar of the explosion made Loren suddenly raise his head, and his expression of relief, which was finally relieved, instantly turned into shock, and his pupils suddenly shrank, staring at the scene in front of him.

The wind howled, and the boiling flames split a huge gap in the center as if they had been caught by a huge wave.

Split?

Flame... Split?!

In the next moment, the golden-red firelight spread out to the surroundings, and the wings as white as snow spread left and right, and the figure of Brunhilde appeared in the light of the fire.

Unscathed——!

Boiling flames encircled Valkyrie's side like a cloak, the steel-colored spiral spear lay behind her, and a solemn Brunhilde held his left hand flat, and a large, exaggerated two-handed greatsword was held in her hand, pointing straight ahead.

Loren was dumbfounded.

Even Metzka and Asrael can't really be unscathed in front of the "Turin Fire", and even Farnesis, who has the power of the "Black Cross" Serol, will never dare to take a head-on hit!

And she's... I tried my best and gambled all the blows, but I was split so easily?!

The blade of the sword that tore through the flames emitted a dim glow like moonlight, the brilliant spine of the sword seemed to be forged from the midnight stars, and the exaggerated gauntlets and hilts were unimaginably gorgeous.

"This is a symbol of tragedy and grandeur, the dawn of eternal night...... "Brünnhilde muttered in a low voice, his eyes full of appreciation:

"Even in the face of death, Loren Turin... You are indeed worthy of being Roland's successor, and the bond between you and your friends has been deeply felt from this boiling flame!"

The tired black-haired wizard sighed, his dark eyes already bloodshot, and his temples throbbed... Even if "death now" can restore the injury, it cannot cure fatigue.

Even if you try your best, there is still little hope......

"If I'm not mistaken, the name in your hand is 'Dragon's Tooth'... A gift from one of your best friends?" said Valkyrie's expression with a hint of soft appreciation:

"I wonder if I'm honored to hear about this man's name?"

"Ain, Ain Rand of Deepwood. Loren's bloodshot eyes stared at Brunhilde, clenching the dragon's teeth in his hand:

"She's the most... No, it should be the best alchemist of all time, and the most unsurpassed, no one can compare to it!"

After a moment of silence, the flames dissipated.

Brunhilde, who was silent, stared at the black-haired wizard for a long time, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth for some reason:

"Friends who trust each other, rely on each other, and support each other... It's the meaning of a knight risking his life to fight for it. ”

The next moment, before the Valkyrie attacked, the black-haired wizard moved!

The gray-blue beam dragged up an afterimage, and Loren attacked Brunhilde head-on, the dragon's fangs spewing the power of the void stabbing unreservedly into her towering chest.

In the face of the attack of the black-haired wizard, the Valkyrie seemed to be unmoved, but her originally bright eyes dimmed a lot, and she murmured in a low voice:

"But even if you have the meaning to fight, do you have enough strength to resist your doomed fate?"

The words sounded faintly, and in the face of Loren Turin, who had no intention of flinching, Brunhilde raised the greatsword of the stars in his hand—a two-handed sword that was so large that it was exaggerated, as light as a sewing needle in her slender left hand.

"Bell ——!"

The moment he turned sideways, the black-haired wizard barely managed to dodge the deadly blow of the spiral spear tip with almost all his might, and the smashed star greatsword made the dragon teeth in his hand tremble suddenly, and the bones of his arms let out a piercing wail!

In the next second, Loren, who had successfully parried, once again "repeated his old tricks", and his raised left hand snapped his fingers lightly, and the center of the two staggered figures instantly lit up with a dazzling golden-red light.

"Boom ——!!!!"

The explosion roared like thunder, but it wasn't what the black-haired wizard had thought... When the flames dissipated, the starry greatsword that was as cold as silver slowly moved away, and Brunhilde, who was blocked behind, was still intact.

Just as the black-haired wizard looked at him in shock, the blue steel spear that swept through the hurricane stabbed at him again.

"Bell ——!!!!"

The moment the tip of the spear collided with the sword, Loren almost did not hesitate to dodge, and the whole person was knocked out again and collapsed to the ground!

Raising his spear horizontally, Brunhilde's eyes narrowed slightly, but the bitterness at the corners of his mouth became thicker and thicker.

She could tell that he really wanted to win.

Even if you risk your life, gamble everything, do everything you can, even by any means... He also hopes to be able to end everything, break the shackles of reincarnation, and gain the power to protect the people he wants to protect.

All... It's all the same as Roland.

Everything is no different from the past, it is still a tragic cycle, and no matter how hard he tries, he will not be able to prevent that day from coming.

At most, it's just a matter of time.

The black-haired wizard was still struggling to stand up with his dragon's teeth, but it was clear that the process would not be easy, and even being able to stand firm and not fall down immediately would require all his strength.

It's time to put an end to this... Brunhilde raised the Star Sword in his hand, the star-like blade radiating with brilliance.

But in the next moment... The Valkyrie, who suddenly sensed something, was shocked, and suddenly looked in the direction where Loren had fallen.

The black-haired wizard, who was still dying just now, had already stood up again, raised the corners of his mouth, and was staring at her with those unruly, pitch-black pupils!

Put the right hand behind you and raise the dragon's teeth horizontally;

Holding the left hand of the bright silver back, blocking in front of him, the gray-blue sword light flashed with a shaky light.

He should have been very weak just now, how could he immediately return to his original state, and even a little stronger than just now?

Is there still any real strength?

"It's ......"

"Ah, this......" said the black-haired wizard, gasping for breath, in a nonchalant tone:

"We... Call this a 'valve'!"