The level of the power of the void... Taller than me?

The Eagle King, who took a deep breath, quickly calmed himself down first.

Looking at Loren Turin's "real smile" expression, he really couldn't tell whether the other party was telling the truth or lying to himself, or whether it didn't matter if either was the most important thing now......

It is to let the situation that is becoming more and more unfavorable to itself ease as soon as possible.

"I have to admit... I am truly impressed by your confidence, Your Excellency Loren Turin. The terrified Eagle King regained his breezy posture and smiled at Loren, "In my life, I have never seen an enemy like you who can turn the tide and let go in a mortal situation. ”

"For that alone, you're already far above me, but... The growth of the Void Power level is not as simple as you describe. ”

"It's not something that comes out of nowhere, and it's a power that can be grasped instantly, it's so terrifying that even a little level of understanding takes years, and as a wizard you should know it all the better. ”

"Therefore... Even if you want to play fraud, please stop joking. ”

He's lying.

He was scared and upset now.

Sudden thoughts poured into Loren's mind—not that he had suddenly mastered skills such as mind reading, but that Loren vaguely felt that the dark "state of mind" around him was expressing these in some way.

The expanded dream world or state of mind, because its essence is the embodiment of the heart's desire, can it also express the owner's emotional changes and thoughts through the power of the void in it?

At that moment, Loren seemed to understand why Asriel always liked to communicate with him in his dream world or spirit hall.

I see... So that's what happened.

At this moment, Loren didn't have the heart to care about the Eagle King on the side, the most important thing for him at the moment was to familiarize himself with this body and the power that came with it as soon as possible.

He could get more detailed and accurate information from the originally chaotic and complex power of the void, and he could easily distinguish and control the rapidly changing emotions......

He knows that he can do a lot of things now, but how much he can do and to what extent... He didn't understand it at all.

“...... Open the second valve and you'll have a whole new vision......"

That's what Master Corona said when he first met Loren, and he didn't understand what it meant at the time, but now......

Raising his gaze, Loren smiled at the Eagle King's pretended composure.

"I kind of get it. ”

A word that didn't know what to say made the Eagle King frown.

What is he referring to?

Could it be that his power of the void is really... It's impossible, the other party is also a guy who has reached an exchange of interests with the evil god, how can an evil god watch the existence of a material world become a threat to himself?

The Eagle King decided to test again.

"Dear Lord Loren Turin, I admire your self-confidence, but ......"

"Fifteen minutes... Or a quarter of an hour. ”

Loren suddenly stretched out his right index finger and unceremoniously interrupted him, "I'll give you another quarter of an hour." ”

"Try and see if you can kill me by any means, I promise that in these fifteen minutes absolutely... Try not to fight back, almost, fifteen minutes ......"

As the conversation turned, the black-haired wizard looked at his right hand with a distracting gaze, as if there was something on it that interested him heavily.

"Well, it should be enough for me. ”

..............................

"You're really... Handed it over to him?"

With the terrifying and caustic voice of "Ender" Diaboon, the four staring at Asriel at the same time suddenly became different from what they had just been.

In that moment, Asriel read fear, despair, shock, and disbelief in them.

For a moment, Asrael felt great.

No......

It should be just cool, right?!

The forehead was raised, the arms were naturally stretched out to the sides, and under the gently closed scarlet pupils, the corners of the mouth were rising irrepressibly and crazily.

He wantonly enjoyed the negative emotions emanating from the four guys, as if they were applauding and cheering for him.

This is the breath of victory!

"You madman!"

Diabo, who had been holding back for a long time, gritted his teeth and roared, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Dear Diabo, you've already said that. The blonde boy with his eyes closed enjoyed the angry glares of the other party, and he was furious, "If you can only say the word 'crazy', you are a little sorry for yourself." ”

"That's because you don't know what you've done!"

This time, it was the equally angry "tyrant" Gowwait "Brünnhilde's matter right in front of you, haven't you been taught at all......"

"The stupid big guy with the second disease, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson!" the corners of the blonde boy's mouth turned cold

"That's right, I remember what you were doing when Brunhilde and Roland Turin, the Black Duke, went north, hoping to banish the Black Cross in one battle?"

"You... Watching from the sidelines, you really watched the Black Duke, who had not yet completely perfected his 'vision', being ruthlessly wiped out by Seriel, and watched him and the Black Cross die together with the 'reliance' of this world. ”

"You don't even have the courage to fight Serol head-on, so don't mention the Valkyrie Brunhilde there, you really don't deserve it!"

In the dim light and mist, there was a silence.

Lemantes, the "Dead One", standing on crutches, sighed in a low voice;

Ruton, the "unbeliever" who knelt on the ground, wept with self-reproach;

Diabo, the mean "Enderman", gritted his teeth, doubting Asrael's intentions;

The indifferent "tyrant" Govaitt did not change his face and watched coldly.

The blonde boy, who had just been furious, regained his smile and made a polite gesture as if talking about yesterday's weather.

"But like Asrael said at the beginning, I... Dear Loren... We are not enemies, and there is no conflict of interest. ”

"Of course, the phrase 'no conflict of interest' means 'whatever we decide, you have to accept it.'"

Lazy and elegant, the hair of his sideburns was ruffled, and the blonde boy standing with his hands in his hands straightened his waist, and his tone was full of the confidence of a victor

"Therefore... I propose a compromise proposal that is mutually beneficial and can safeguard our mutual interests......"

..............................

"Boom ————!!!!"

The arms of the giant rotting demon fell from the sky, like a shadow of a hammer, several circles larger than Loren's body, and the black-haired wizard was crushed to the ground with a loud bang and a squirt of slurry.

The blood-soaked heavy fist slowly raised, and before he could see the appearance of the black-haired wizard clearly, the palms of two giant rotting corpse demons poured out of the black mist on both sides again, heading towards the central bag.

"Bang ————!!!!"

There was a fierce crisp sound, and the two palms that collided head-on shattered in response, turning into ice cubes scattered all over the ground in the smoke and dust.

The Eagle King, who faintly sensed something, stared intently at the diffuse ice mist, and his right hand holding the long knife trembled incessantly.

Soon, the ice fog cleared.

With a look of extreme invisibility, the Eagle King stared at Loren Turin, who was sitting in a pile of "broken corpses", not moving at all.

Unscathed!

Even the clothes were no different from the ones they had just been, and there were not even any traces of blood on them.

"How could it be ......" The shocked Eagle King, even his pupils trembled, "How could you... Not even the slightest damage?!"

"Why are you still alive?!"

"Tell me!"

The roar of the Eagle King echoed in the dark world of mind.

The silent black-haired wizard didn't answer his thoughts at all, still staring thoughtfully at his palm.

Well, ten minutes to go.

He could feel his body... In other words, consciousness is gradually changing, and it is gradually going beyond the "scope" of the body to a completely different pattern.

This feeling... How to describe it?

It is similar to flying a kite, with your body standing on the ground, but your consciousness rises to the kite in the air, although you still maintain contact with your body, what you see, hear, feel, and think......

They are no longer limited to the feelings that the "body" conveys to themselves.

Very peculiar, very peculiar.

Because at that moment, the first thing Loren felt was not the great power at his disposal, but an inexplicable panic, a kind of panic that "everything he has in his hands is no longer everything he is familiar with".

It is as if the first thing a person who has no sense feels is pain when he has consciousness, and a person who has never walked does not know how to move his bones and muscles to "walk" the moment his feet hit the ground.

The current black-haired wizard is almost this kind of "panic", because according to Asriel, the opening of the second valve is irreversible, and he must completely adapt to this change.

Even these metaphors seem so apt that they simply can't describe this almost "makeover" change.

This made Loren can't help but think of all the "superpowers" he had fantasized about in the past - teleportation, fire, ice, mind reading, brainwashing, perception enhancement......

If these special abilities are only effective when they are used like some kind of "tool" or "spell", and they are usually turned off, then it may be quite convenient.

But if it is "mutated", the first thing to get is probably not convenience, but trouble, big trouble - maybe the person who gets the ability will spend a few years or even more than ten years to gradually adapt, and even completely change his living habits to adapt to the changes in the body.

And now his problems are more troublesome than mutations... Because no matter how much you change, it is also based on the "body", and the changes that have occurred in the black-haired wizard at this time have completely transcended the scope of the body.

There's no way to start, and there's no place to learn from it.

If everything starts from scratch, Loren will even spend a lot of time like a baby, or even all day and all night of contact "screaming", "crawling", "turning over" ... In the end, it will take years to walk and talk.

On the contrary, it was the Eagle King who once "killed himself once", which was no longer his biggest trouble.

Ten minutes, well... I can get used to it for a while......

"Poof!"

The Azorean long knife, enveloped in black mist, stabbed the black-haired wizard in the chest, and was blocked just before it was about to pierce his torso.

Well?

As if he had suddenly woken up, Loren looked at the tip of the knife against his chest, his expression slightly stunned.

The position where the chest was pressed by the long knife was unknown at some point, and a faint layer of water was filled, separating the body from the blade.

Am I hit?

No, it's more like it's canceled out than a hit—the Void reaction that just touched him is not at all like the Eagle King's, but rather similar to Asriel's.

In other words, it wasn't the Eagle King's own power.

"That's right!" a look of understanding flashed across the Eagle King's face - although the tip of the knife was blocked to death, it meant that the black hair in front of him could be hurt!

"Loren Torino, whatever trick you're playing or some special ability from your foreign physique... But the battle between the forces of the void is so pure and direct!"

Once again, the Eagle King regained his confident smile, "The mark from the four evil gods becoming one is enough to destroy any kind of magic you conjure, and the blade forged by Mithril can successfully tear through your Void Power!"

At this point, the Eagle King's expression changed slightly—because he had no intention of making this step.

Cooperating with the gods or using each other is one thing, but if they become their servants and puppets in some sense, it's a different situation.

But now my self... I don't have a choice.

"This is the end, Loren Turin – this is the end of your dying throes now!"

"The Dead, the Tyrannical, the Unbeliever, the Ender...... The traces left by the heroes of the ancient four eras from thousands of years ago will completely wipe you out with their power!"

Holding the Azorean long knife in his hand, the Eagle King's neck, chest, and arms were in four positions, flashing gray-blue rune marks - those from the evil gods, the mark left by his apostle.

The pitch-black state of mind suddenly began to tremble violently, and the black mist that permeated the surroundings turned into a surging torrent, which stirred and rolled around the Eagle King and the black-haired wizard;

A spiraling storm rolled up the bleak top, and the sound of thunder was deafening, flashing with purple sparks and lightning, as if it was accumulating power enough to destroy everything;

"Loren Turin, I don't care what kind of trick you play, in front of the great four gods, you are only a mortal after all, a person who must look up to the gods... mortal!"

"Mortal, bow your proud head before the great four gods!"