"Oops, oops... Oops! I didn't expect us to see each other again one day—we both decided that we would rather die than see you again. ”

In the dimness of not being able to see the light, Asrael's playful voice rang out.

The white gloves on his back gently pressed the hem of the little red and black dress, the simple swallow tail fluttered with the little leather boots that jumped up, and the corners of the mouth of the slim-clad blonde boy curled in a pale arc, and the tips of his hair trembled with the scarlet eyes swaying from side to side.

A treacherous, colorful mist of light rolled up in the dark world, and four figures appeared one by one, surrounding the blonde boy in the center.

Obviously it was an extremely oppressive and cold atmosphere, but the young man was still laughing, as if he couldn't feel the gaze of the four who almost pierced him and treated him as a dead man.

Interested, he even looked at them one by one, as if he was taking a roll call.

"Lemantes, who has a murderous and evil taste, you are the last of the four of you that I want to see. ”

Asriel smiled happily: "I thought that your apostle named 'Faoda' was disgusting enough, but I didn't expect to lose to the thousand-year-old orange peel record. ”

In the waves of light and shadow, the elder who thought he was standing with a cane squinted his eyes and sighed in a low voice.

"By the way, there's the self-righteous Govait, the 'it's not me who is wrong, it's the world that's wrong', 'killing one to save more, killing a thousand to save ten thousand people out of desperation', I've always wondered if your hysteria has been cured. Asrael tilted his head:

"Seeing that you are actually here, it means that you are not cured!"

The powerful man clasped his shoulders and hid himself in the darkness, his cold gaze piercing through the ends of his hair, staring at Asrael's thin figure with a murderous gaze.

"Oh... Isn't this our diapo who is full of black brains!" The excited blonde boy, the face that was always sneering at himself, and the palm that was enthusiastically stretched out was coldly knocked off by the other party.

Rubbing his little hands that seemed to be really red and swollen, the aggrieved expression of the young man who pursed his small mouth seemed to have been greatly hurt; his scarlet eyes rolled slightly, and the moment he "noticed" the figure in a corner, his eyes immediately lit up.

"Poor little Luton, you're actually coming with them!" Asriel, who was deliberately loud, his face full of surprise:

"Tell me, are you still blaming yourself for your past decisions?"

The figure knelt on the ground, curled up with its upper body, staring at Asrael's expression full of reluctance and self-reproach, and it was almost ready to cry in the next second.

Four figures, four expressions, and four eyes converged on Asrael's body, as if they could tear him apart in the next second.

But Asriel didn't care, and he looked at them equally unceremoniously.

"Bad taste, mental illness, black and deep cripples, self-blame...... Tell me, you treacherous deserters, cowards, traitors, shameless gutter rats......" Asriel narrowed his eyes, his innocent and lovely smile becoming more and more sarcastic:

"Why... You're still with that elf?"

"Why... To break the agreement we agreed to a long time ago?"

"Why... You know that he is our last and only hope, and you still use this means to kill him at all costs?"

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"Curious?"

In the inky black world, the breezy Eagle King and the black-haired wizard on the opposite side looked at each other: "This is my state of mind, or in your way... Dream World. ”

"But the truth is that they are not what they are, in fact... They are just because we, who have been affected by the power of the void for a long time, have gradually imitated this terrible power, and our self-consciousness has gradually imitated this terrible power, the 'miniature' void world. ”

"For many samurai, this is unacceptable to them – because they have always believed that the 'state of mind' is the crystallization and creation of their hard work to cultivate and cultivate their bodies and minds. ”

As he spoke, the Eagle King couldn't help but shake his head:

"But in fact, the strength of this thing has nothing to do with all this, the only thing that matters is the strength of their tolerance for the power of the void, and whether their inner emotions are enough to meet the standards of the power of the void. ”

"The more extreme the creature, the more powerful his state of mind or dream world will be, but only a person who is sane enough can control the expanding dream world, and not be swallowed up by the power of the ego's void in turn......"

"Hehe... Speaking of which, this is very similar to the situation we find ourselves in right now, the 'Void World' that surrounds this world, which almost always wants to invade and devour the material world, and seems to be almost successful. ”

"That's why you and I are here, and it's precisely because we're partners in the same camp, and we have common enemies, that we have to fight each other......"

Looking at the surging Eagle King on the other side, the black-haired wizard stood in place with a frown.

From the beginning, he kept trying to expand the "dream world", but his consciousness and the power of the void seemed to be wrapped in a "membrane", and he was never able to complete the construction.

And every time I try it, my temples feel like they're being pierced, and the pain doesn't stop!

What is this, what is this......

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, I advise you not to try again. ”

The Eagle King's breezy voice came, revealing a chill to the bone.

"No matter how stubborn you are, it's pointless. The Eagle King, who spoke in a low voice, his eyes became sharp:

"Let's put it this way, if you open the 'Dream World' before me, with the power of the expanding void and the power of an evil god behind you, maybe there will be room for struggle in front of me......"

"But it's a pity, I'm worried that you're going to affect your own people, so you don't have a chance, so why is it so simple... Because my power of the void is above you!"

"Absolute strength brings absolute suppression—in my state of mind, there is no room for you to resist!"

The black-haired wizard gritted his teeth, his right hand clenching the sword trembling uncontrollably.

He's still resisting... The Eagle King said silently in his heart.

Ordinary humans or elves... No, even those beings who had opened the valve, after their own void power was completely suppressed, let alone resist, they should not even have the strength to move their fingers slightly, and Loren Turin in front of him could still struggle.

This is what is not limited by the laws of the world ... The power of strangers?

The Eagle King, who narrowed his eyes, slowly raised the long knife in his right hand, and the tip of the knife was aimed at Loren's eyebrows.

Burst!

The black-haired wizard trembled violently, and his eyes went black and he almost stumbled to the ground.

Bursts of pain came from all over the body—in the limbs, torso, neck, heart, crest of the skull...... Penetrate deep into the bone marrow, and ten thousand arrows pierce the heart.

"Ahh Yes... Ah......h

Gasping for breath, cold sweat wet his hair and neck like rain, his clothes mixed with blood and sweat stuck to his back, and the trembling Loren's neck and forehead were exposed, and the pain was so painful that he was on the verge of fainting.

The muscles of his right arm, which supported his whole body, kept shaking, and he clutched the "Dawn" sword in his hand to keep himself from collapsing to the ground.

This pain... Loren certainly doesn't forget – that's every time, the side effect of opening the valve.

But why is it ...... now?

Loren desperately opened his eyes, and his blurred vision could only vaguely see the figure of the Eagle King, as well as the long knife in his hand aimed at him.

The long knife changed its angle slightly as the Eagle King turned......

Well!!!!

Loren's body shuddered again.

But this time it's no longer pain that's being felt, it's... Sentiment.

Twisted, hideous, terrifying......

Cold, hot, numb......

Disgusting, disgusting, intimidating......

The indescribable, the indescribable, the indescribable......

In the severe pain in his body, Loren's consciousness was desperately telling him how dangerous it was at this moment, and he should run away immediately, close his eyes, and stop looking directly......

His vision was distorted, his consciousness was blurring, his emotions began to become uncontrollable, and the sudden anger and excitement as if he had been stimulated by something kept piercing the black-haired wizard's mind.

If it weren't for the fact that the soul connection from Asriel helped him share a large part of it, or because he had had a similar experience because of a blonde boy, Loren's spiritual hall would have collapsed long ago.

Even at this moment, he was already on the verge of collapse, and he was only one kick away......

The familiar, near-death touch made Loren experience it again after three years.

"Loren Turin, this is the difference between you and me. ”

The Eagle King's words were like a cold fire burning in the darkness.

"I have to admit that your special constitution gives you the power to defy the power of the void, but this power is also on the line, once the balance is broken, it will still overturn... It's like the world we're in. The Eagle King's voice continued:

"No matter how much you struggle, the gap between you and me remains unchangeable - how long has it been since you opened the first valve, how many times have you wandered on the edge of life and death, and what have you learned about the power of the void?"

"Not much, right?

In the frozen dead silence, the Eagle King with his sword raised approached step by step:

"In the past, you could use your special constitution and the power that comes with opening the valve to defeat those Void Beings who are stronger than you, and even the fallen evil gods... Because they can't even sustain their existence, and you happen to have the ability to kill them. ”

"Again and again, 'luck', so that you mistake this luck for your real 'strength';"

"But the truth is, your poor void power is not worth mentioning at all, as long as you can completely overwhelm you in 'level' and 'quantity', you... There's no room to fight back!"

"That's right, surprised, curious... A stranger from another world, I've always been well aware of your existence, so I'd rather take a risk and wait for you here. ”

His eyes widened, and the Eagle King's sword had pressed against Loren's chest.

"Because I... You must be killed!"

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"Give me a reason, why?"

Facing the four pairs staring at him, Asrael continued to ask, "Why did you violate the agreement between us?"

"No offense, but Asriel ......" Diabo, the mean "Enderman", said coldly:

"There is no agreement between us and you madman. ”

"No, we have!"

The blonde boy snapped unceremoniously, "Our agreement is that we will continue to fight against the Holy Cross and the Black Cross, and as long as you deserters and gutter rats don't resist or interfere with us, it's all up to you!"

As the words fell, even Asriel himself could feel that the guys' gaze began to change.

But it's still the same... He doesn't care.

These remnant traitors lost most of their power when the dragon kingdom collapsed, and are now so weak that they can only rely on fear to sustain themselves;

What's more, in order to maintain this fear, it will also deplete what little strength they have left, and it is impossible to pose the slightest threat to Asriel.

Of course, the reverse is also true.

"So tell me why you stab us in the back at such a critical time - you'd better all tell me the truth, no one knows lies better than Asriel!"

The blonde boy said unceremoniously.

As for the politeness, well-behavedness, ridicule, and gentleness that should have been...... Those, belong only to dear Loren.

These treacherous deserters, cowards, traitors, shameless gutter rats, don't deserve their own respect at all.

If he could, Asriel wouldn't even have stabbed them in the chest.

"Poof——!

The Eagle King was suddenly startled, and even his right hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Because Loren Turin... The black-haired wizard in front of him actually deliberately took a step forward and sent the blade into his chest.

Blood, gushing out irrepressibly.

"You ......"

The surprised Eagle King didn't have time to speak, because in Loren Turin's body, the terrifying power of the void was overflowing uncontrollably.

"The power of the Void... Suppressing ......"

"You think... When I came... Didn't expect that?"

The black-haired wizard slowly puffed up his chest, and the armor and clothes that had been pierced in front of him, stained red with blood, suddenly began to burn as if they were on fire.

The wide-eyed Eagle King stared at the black-haired wizard's chest, staring at the hideous circular scar at his heart.

Around the black brand, there was a flame that boiled like blood plasma.

"Bell ——!"

The Azorean knife that pierced into Loren's chest, the blade forged by Mithril was pushed out of his chest little by little, and the blood gushing out turned into fire at some point, and the scorching heat almost made it impossible for the Eagle King to hold the hilt.

"You say 'lucky'... Isn't it strength?" The sneering Loren grabbed the blade of the knife and forcibly snatched it away from the Eagle King's hands.

"Bang!"

The delicate long knife was thrown by the black-haired wizard to a distance of ten steps between the two of them.

"Then I'll let you take a good look at whether this is strength or not!"