The flames exploded——!

The blades of the clashing slammed past the black-haired wizard, dodging Gaspar's life-saving blow, and the hideous-looking Governor of Byrne swung his sword furiously and lunged at Loren without reservation.

Damn, is this guy just going to die like that?!

The black-haired wizard, who couldn't help but curse from the bottom of his heart, slid and dodged while parrying, dodging Gaspar's direct stab and raising his dragon teeth in front of him;

"Bell ——!"

Sure enough, in the next second, the cold blade slammed into the barrel of the dragon's fang, and Gaspar, whose eyes were wide open, chased after him like a hungry beast.

In the face of such desperate enemies, Loren will generally drag them out as long as possible until they are exhausted and can no longer attack like mad dogs, or simply use a "Turin Fire" to send them to heaven as soon as possible;

But unfortunately, neither way is feasible in this battle.

This is the altar of Byrne Cathedral, and every brick and stone under his feet is engraved with the "silent" rune of the Holy Cross, and he can't even use "Bright Silver", let alone high-level spells, and if it continues like this, I'm afraid it is exactly what Gaspar wants.

That's definitely the worst... No, it should be devastating!

As he retreats and dodges the stormy onslaught, the brooding black-haired wizard calculates the fight's style of battle, looking for flaws.

Another heavy blow, the black-haired wizard who parried with his backhand picked up the tip of the spear, and with the help of the opponent's inertia, he swung it open, and stabbed straight into Gaspar's chest!

The flaw didn't seem to cause him much panic, and as always, he roared like a mad dog and broke into Loren's three steps.

"Poof——!

Just as the two of them were about to die together, the dragon tooth in Loren's hand suddenly slashed up and down, striking through the spine of Gaspar's sword, and the tip of the spear slashed from his shoulder to his left waist.

Plasma gushing!

The disemboweled Gaspar was kicked open by the black-haired wizard, his fleshy body tumbling on the ground, the red gushing out of his body mixed with the blood of the dead bishop.

It's over......

Without a moment's hesitation, Loren, raising his teeth, aimed the tip of his spear at Gaspar's head before swinging it down.

"Bell ——!"

The sound of sharp blades slamming echoed in the dead altar, and under the bursting sparks, the dragon teeth were suddenly blocked in the air by the raised long sword, and Gaspar, who was covered in blood, trembled and climbed up from the pool of blood.

The blood under his feet continued to gather towards his body, flowing into his wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye, and on his hideous cheeks were a pair of bloodshot eyes, staring at the black-haired wizard's face.

“...... Loren Torino, do you think this battle is over?"

"Do you already feel that you have won me?" Gaspar, whose limbs were convulsing and convulsing, rose from the pool of blood like a marionette, raised his head suddenly, and his scarlet eyes widened:

"I'm telling you, you're never going to ......"

"Poof——!

Before he could finish speaking, the tip of the spear stabbed out and pierced through Gaspar's throat.

"No, not I think. The black-haired wizard with an indifferent expression jerked out his spear and let him collapse to the ground:

"It's over. ”

The hideous Governor of Byrne struggled to get up again, reaching for the sword that had fallen to the ground, and just as he was about to touch it, the black-haired wizard kicked the sword away, and the tip of the dragon's tooth spear was pointed at Gaspar's head.

"Your Excellency Governor Gaspar, I advise you not to act rashly. Loren said lightly, his cold gaze narrowed into a slit:

"It's true that the Holy Blood Elixir can give you an almost infinite life force, even if your head is cut off, but every death accelerates the level of your mutation - if you wish to become a ghoul... Well, I wouldn't mind helping you out. ”

As the words fell, Governor Byrne, who had just wanted to resist, suddenly froze and stared at him motionlessly.

If you lose, you lose again......

From the moment the dark-haired wizard appeared in the Crimson Blood Castle, he was greeted with a series of defeats: the City Guard, Overseer Nilton, Cortez in Downtown, and the Yod Chamber of Commerce in Old Roger......

The people around you are either dead or have betrayed you, and when you really come to your senses, you don't even have a person who is loyal to you!

Every decision, every plan, and even every move was expected by the black-haired wizard, who seemed to be able to predict his next thoughts, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't escape his grasp.

Even this last go, it was actually ......

"Hehehe... Hehehahaha... Hahahaha......!!!!haha

The black-haired wizard clenched the handle of his gun and looked coldly at Gaspar, who was slumped in a pool of blood and laughing.

"You won... Hehehahahaha... You've won, Loren Turin!" Ignoring the tip of the gun on his forehead, Gaspar raised the corners of his mouth unconcernedly:

"His Highness Connad is indeed right... You're the one you need to watch out for, and I've lost, and I've lost completely, and I've lost completely!"

"But don't think that's the end of it... After all, I've worked hard to get here, and there's an incredible miracle waiting to be enjoyed with you!"

"The time to witness the miracle is coming... Hehehahahaha......ha

"Miracle?" Loren's expression was a little playful.

"That's right, miracle... Those things that mortals will never be able to see!" Gaspar's expression became more and more convulsive, more and more crazy, and the Holy Blood Elixir was gradually devouring what was left of his sanity: "Oh, yes... Is that little girl Count alright?"

"What do you mean?"

"If I were you, I wouldn't let her out of her sight, such a beautiful girl, wouldn't it be a pity if she hadn't gotten her hands on it before she died. Gaspar smirked: "Or... It would be a pity to die before you could get your hands on it!"

The black-haired wizard raised an eyebrow, his right hand gripping the barrel of the gun clenching instinctively.

He's bluffing... Is it?

The opponent has already played all the cards in his hand, and there is no threat to guard against except for a certain "former bishop" who is hiding in the shadows.

"May I ask a question?" the black-haired wizard said coldly, "Why... You're going to hook up with Farnesis?"

In an instant, Governor Byrne's face was stunned, and his trembling pupils exuded an aura of fear.

"I see... It turns out that you already knew, you already knew that... The devil. Gaspar's body began to twitch violently, and the sneer on the corner of his mouth became more and more distorted:

"So, you should know what this place is?"

Loren raised an eyebrow and remained silent.

"Byrne Cathedral, the famous shrine of the Holy Cross, the stronghold of Byrne Church... In fact, it is just a huge prison for an enemy that the Church would fear, and the Church knights and clergy are the jailers of this prison!"

Gaspar's expression became more and more frantic and distorted: "They couldn't kill her, or even defeat her completely, so they went to great lengths to trick her here, and then locked her in a bottomless prison, surrounded by countless bricks and stones engraved with the 'Silence' rune, and then they sat back and relaxed!"

"And hundreds of years before the teachings of the Holy Cross spread to Byrne, we unswervingly believed in her, and followed her - all the knights of Byrne still do not know that the legendary 'she' has never left us, but has been 'locked up' by ourselves, and all this is actually done by our ancestors!"

"It's ironic, that's the truth, that's what we believe... Attribute to evil what we don't know, what we fear, and then lock them up, or lock ourselves up and pretend not to see them!"

The black-haired wizard put down the dragon tooth in his hand and looked coldly at Gaspar, who looked like he was crazy.

This Lord Governor of Byrne has gone completely insane, he has even forgotten that he is an Imperial nobleman from West Sakland, and thinks of himself as a real Byrne.

"Brunhilde, the goddess who once guarded the knightly kingdom, will see the light of day again tonight!"