"Bell ————!!!!"

The powerful "Dawn" greatsword suddenly attacked with a black shadow, and the unprepared Eagle King could only temporarily block with the broken Azorean long knife.

With the roaring sound of metal impact, the thin and brittle blade was completely deformed, and the powerful impact force only shone on the surface, knocking the Eagle King out of the air.

What's going on?!

The cold wind was howling in his ears, but the Eagle King didn't care about it at all, and his stunned eyes looked at the eyes that were staring at him on the ground, and the dark color seemed to be born with some kind of ominousness.

Why... Why can he get rid of the absolute suppression of his "state of mind", why can he still open the first valve, his void power should have been completely suppressed by himself.

What the hell is going on?!

The enraged Eagle King gritted his teeth, but he didn't have time to think about it, because the black-haired wizard had already pounced.

"Bang ——!"

A sonic boom exploded in his ears, and Loren Turin, who was standing on the ground a second ago, suddenly appeared within three steps of him, and he couldn't even see the afterimage in his sight.

The black-haired wizard with a blank face swung his sword with one hand, and an arc that crossed from top to bottom slashed towards the Eagle King who was "hovering" in the air.

Poof!

Plasma gushes, and the figure who didn't have time to dodge was torn open in the chest!

With the momentum of inertia, the black-haired wizard landed steadily in the air, and almost as soon as he stood firm, the figure of the Eagle King appeared in front of him unscathed again.

Loren frowned slightly, there was nothing strange about it.

This battle has changed from a simple fight to a duel between two void forces, in other words, as long as he can't contain or completely devour his void power, causing irreversible fatal injuries, the enemy can recover immediately.

The only price is that every "recovery" will cause his consciousness to be eroded by the power of the void.

Well, just like every enemy who has almost driven himself to the brink before.

Compared to Loren's "habitual", the Eagle King was completely shocked.

Loren Turin just now was indeed completely suppressed by himself, and he couldn't be wrong, and the Eagle King, who controlled the entire state of mind, didn't think that a sudden burst of void power could hide from his eyes.

So how did he do it, and how did he open the first valve when he was almost trapped to death?

Clenching his teeth, the Eagle King's gaze lowered slightly, stopping at the scar at the center of the dark-haired wizard's exposed chest, at the location of the heart.

All... It all started with this "scar......

The Mark of the Evil God?The Eagle King shook his head.

The moment Loren Turin appeared, the four evil gods recognized the face of the shadow behind him, and during the confrontation, he also noticed the serpentine rune on the wrist of the black-haired wizard.

So ......

Just as the Eagle King was still stunned, the black-haired wizard who pounced on him again smashed his sword down, and almost instinctively, the Eagle King's right hand pulled out the Azorean long knife that had just broken and was now intact from the pool of blood.

"Bell ——!"

The moment the blades converged and the flames burst out, the scar on the black-haired wizard's chest flickered slightly as if it had been stimulated.

Wait! Could that be ......

Backhand stabs at the two who are critical to each other, and at the same time forces each other out of the way, retreating to a distance of ten steps.

"You, you madman, madman......" the enraged Eagle King roared out in horror:

"You actually use your body to open the dream world?!"

Looking at the Eagle King with a somewhat distorted expression, Loren sneered: "Ah, have you finally found out?"

Using the body as a medium, opening the dream world and then opening the first valve - the black-haired wizard did it once back in the Oldwood Forest.

What he wasn't sure about, Loren wouldn't try it lightly unless it was necessary.

The only difference, of course, is that it was Asriel who "indirectly" overlapped his consciousness with his own spiritual temple, and despite this, he was almost trapped in the dream world and couldn't get out.

That bastard, until he had to face Mezka, wouldn't be honest with himself... Of course, only partially.

The stunned Eagle King was stunned for a moment, then suddenly snorted at Loren.

"I see, the so-called 'existence of the unity of the void and matter'... It's such a terrible concept, no wonder... No wonder they agreed to my request. The Eagle King asked in disbelief, shaking his head slightly:

"Loren Turin, if nothing else, you may be the first being in this world who is truly qualified to replace the Holy Cross and become the Lord of the Two Realms. ”

Why did this guy suddenly sigh with emotion?

Loren raised his eyebrows and looked at the Eagle King opposite who was confused and his expression suddenly became fierce:

"But that's why, I, Lord of the Azorean Elves... You must be killed!"

The next moment, the Eagle King, wielding a long knife, took the initiative to attack, and the fierce blades approached the black-haired wizard.

"Bell ——!"

Blades meet!

Even if he blocked the fatal blow at the last moment, the black-haired wizard still had an extra blood mark on his chest, and if he went even deeper, he was afraid that he would be disemboweled.

This is the "state of mind" of the Eagle King, in other words, the absolute home field, as long as he inflicts mortal wounds on Loren, the power of the void will definitely be weakened for a moment, and then he will be able to completely seal Loren again;

On the other hand, Loren, who was "fighting away", also couldn't expect his high-level spells to have much effect, and the only ones that could absolutely hurt the Eagle King were the Mithril weapon and the purest Void Power.

From the moment of the confrontation, they understood each other that if they wanted to kill each other, they had to fight closely!

Slash, Slash, Pounce, Pounce, Dodge!

Surrounding the figure of the black-haired wizard, the Eagle King showed his sword skills as the lord of the Azorean elves for the first time, as well as terrifying speed.

Among the Azorean elven warriors who have fought Loren so far, the blind elven girl can be called the first in speed, and the first in skill should be Middel in the Misty Moon Court.

The two elven warriors almost surpassed the black-haired wizard in their respective fields, and in the end, they were basically in the areas they were not good at, or they were calculated, and mistakes led to the final failure, and Loren was no match for them at all in swordsmanship alone.

And if you compare skills and speed, the Eagle King in front of you is probably still above them!

The agile pace jumps up and down, as if flying between the flowers, the long knife in the hand sometimes slashes and swings horizontally, sometimes quickly parries and stabs, and often only the figures are staggered, and they have already gone through a round of life and death;

On top of that, he was able to react quickly even when black-haired wizards caught holes and gaps, and adapted to the "two-handed swordsmanship" that Loren learned from Lusen at great speed.

The speed of this "learning" is nothing short of terrifying - even Loren took a long time to master this particular skill with the help of Lusen.

"Bell ——!"

The light of the fire gushing out from the friction of the blade illuminated a dark "state of mind" for a moment.

"Surprised, Loren Turin, the Eagle King who you see behind an army of hundreds of thousands of monsters, is so good at swordsmanship. ”

The moment the two blades collided, the Eagle King took the initiative to look at the expressionless black-haired wizard and smiled at him with the long knife in his hand: "In the eyes of an Imperial, this should be incredible, right?"

Perhaps sensing that he would not be able to kill the other party for a while, and that he would not be killed by the other party, the Eagle King also began to talk and laugh like Middel, who had fought with Loren in the first place.

"But... This is the fate of the Eagle King of the Azores, with the four court governors and guards, to rule over 80,000 warriors and millions of brave people, and to protect hundreds of millions of people—if not the first samurai, it is simply not enough to serve the people. ”

"The Azorean family also relies on generations of top and excellent warrior heirs to control the power of the elves from beginning to end, and finally give the name of the family the name of the country, so that every elf feels very honored for the title of 'Azores'!"

The long knife swept the flames, flashing in front of the black-haired wizard's sight like a traced light, and under the reinforcement of "Beyond Perception", Loren saw three sword lights attack him at the same time.

It's too fast, it's just too fast!

That kind of close-quarters fighting, the tension of a thread hanging by a thread, after the battle with the Valkyrie Brünnhilde a few years ago... Loren has never faced a similar opponent again.

It's really weird... Obviously, all the mental power, attention and physical strength have been squeezed to the end, and the tense heartstrings dare not relax for a moment, and even pause for a thousandth of a second, and he may be killed on the spot, but ......

Now I don't have a trace of fear at all.

The bloody, sweaty body constantly conveys to the consciousness an emotion called "euphoria", and a certain instinctive desire is being stimulated by the powerful enemy in front of him.

Their bodies are in a frenzy, excited, intense... I can't wait to be restless, eager to enjoy the pleasure of "killing".

"Bell ——!!!!"

The "Dawn" greatsword and the long knife that slashed down met and was stopped by death, and the figure of the Eagle King, with the corners of his mouth cocked, had already turned to the right, ready to deflect the greatsword's attack to the side.

After all, even if Loren could wield this Mithril two-handed greatsword with one hand, it would not be possible to really do it like his arm, not to mention that even if he swung his fist, it would not be easy to stop immediately.

At that moment, the black-haired wizard suddenly stepped forward, released his left hand, and gripped the end of the hilt of the great sword.

The Eagle King was stunned.

The skewed sword stopped abruptly.

Soon, a terrifying explosive force came from the sharp blade in his hand like a flood that broke through the embankment.

"Gurrah... Gurrah......"

It was the sound of the bones of the forearms, cracking!

The black-haired wizard who seized the opportunity did not hesitate, and the elbow exposed by the green tendon once again burst out with the strength of his whole body, and slashed forward with all his might.

Poof!

The Eagle King's arms were broken in unison, and they were dragged straight from his shoulders like two pieces of minced meat.

Long knife, knocked into the air!

The Eagle King, who had seized that moment, retreated without hesitation, and the sword wind that slashed down in front of him only took away a few hairs.

The Eagle King, who was tormented by severe pain, had a somewhat difficult smile on the corner of his mouth, still twitching slightly.

In just a moment, the cross-section of the wound had grown new arms, and even the long sleeves of the robe had been restored to their original shape.

The black-haired wizard who frowned did not rush to attack immediately.

"Nice slash... It's been years since a samurai has been able to hurt me, and the last time I did it was the chief samurai of the Oversee, Eugen. ”

Gasping softly, the Eagle King, who curled the corners of his mouth, caught the Azorean long knife falling from the sky with his brand-new arm:

"But that guy relied on the power of the Void... I heard he died at your hands, right?"

The black-haired wizard was silent, which was considered a tacit acquiescence.

"It's a pity, it's a pity... A warrior as powerful as him is extremely rare even within the Four Courts, and if he hadn't been too arrogant and always disobeyed my orders, he might have lived a little longer. The Eagle King sighed in a low voice, his expression slightly unbearable:

"Still, it might be a good thing to have him die by your sword—after all, there is no more glorious end for a samurai than to die at the hands of an enemy. ”

The black-haired wizard with a blank face, his hands clenched on the hilt of his sword, and the great sword was held horizontally behind him.

His eyes were fixed on the Eagle King, who was approaching him step by step.

"You know, in the beginning, I was going to be friends with you. As if completely unaware of those eyes full of murderous intent, the Eagle King was still muttering to himself:

"When I learned that a human... No, it should be a stranger from another world, and when he actually banished the 'Black Cross' to the Void World, you can't imagine how happy I was. ”

"My ambition tells me that a great opportunity and a plan is right in front of me, in front of all the Azorean elves. ”

The left hand wearing the "spellcaster" slowly clenched hard, and the vigorous power of the void began to gather in the palm of the hand, turning into a small fiery red rune;

In the next second, the runes shattered, and all the power poured into the sword body of the "Dawn" greatsword.

"That terrible enemy who has been lurking for many years has been driven back to the Void World, and there is only one thing left for me to do - march into the Sakran Empire, destroy the traces of the Holy Cross in this world, and find the lost Holy Grail of the two dragon kingdoms......

Ten steps away... The black-haired wizard counted silently.

The Dawn greatsword in his hand shook violently, so much so that he had to clench his hands so that he wouldn't let it go, and the body of the Mithril sword that penetrated the power of the void gradually reddened and let out a low trembling sound.

"I... can lead the Azorean elves to regain the material world from the invasion of the Void World, or even reverse invasion, and usurp the fruits accumulated by the Holy Cross over the years......"

"Will I... Will the Azorean elves ... Give this world!"

"All thanks to you, Loren Turin!"

Three steps!

With an indomitable momentum, Loren swooped within three steps of the Eagle King, and the golden-red sword slashed head-on.

"Turin Fire ——!!!!"

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