This isn't the first time a black-haired wizard has fought an Apostle of the Evil God - almost the "fourth", if I have to say it.

The first time was in Farnesis at Ebolden, and the two were "missed";

The second time was when he was on his way to Dragon King, when Loren, the apostle of Lemantes the Dead, joined forces with the Sword of Oath and barely killed him with the power of Asriel.

The third time is Chakar of the Centaur War, an unlucky guy who was exploited by the "Black Cross" Serol.

Of course, the first and third times should be the same - all of them were controlled by the "Black Cross" Serol, and both were thrown into battle with themselves like cannon fodder and puppets.

Or rather... To the evil gods, the existence of the apostle is itself a puppet and a "cannon fodder".

Ender Apostle Descartes, the fourth, but also the one that most inspires Loren's "memories......

"May the void... With you!"

With a strange smile, the black-haired wizard wielded the gray-blue sword of Bright Silver, and pounced head-on at the roaring blood shadow.

Poof!

Bloodsplatter... But not Loren's.

A hint of red, gray-blue sword light danced in the air, and the ender apostle, staring at the wound on his chest, had a visibly stunned face, and even stopped in place in surprise.

Actually missed?

How is this possible?!

But it didn't have time to think about it, the black-haired wizard had already rushed to within five steps, the gray-blue sword in his hand was reversed, and then slashed forward.

"Bell ——!"

The sword and the scythe collided, and sparks bloomed in the cold wind.

The bright silver sword is not an entity, but the power of the void that constantly explodes... With the sound of the air tearing through the eardrums, a dark red blood shadow flew out, leaving a long mark on the snow.

Stunned, the Earl of Grenwell and the legionnaires stared at the figure that had flown out—a few minutes earlier, it had been a demon slaughtering the robes.

Now, he was "casually swords" by the Duke and flew out!

"Whew... Call... Ha... Hahahaha......"

The corpse-like body trembled to its feet in a pool of blood, and the voice of the Ender Apostle was mixed with irrepressible excitement.

"Funny, so funny... You actually hurt me... I've been almost two hundred years... I don't know what it's like to be hurt for 200 years. ”

"The last one who hurt me seems to be a Holy Cross lackey called the Sword of Oath... Unfortunately, I was afraid that the bastard would be resurrected and ate him, although judging by his age, it seems that he does not have much to live. ”

"You!human!" Ignoring the bleeding wound on his chest, the ecstatic Ender Apostle raised his head, his scarlet gaze staring at the black-haired wizard with his raised scythe:

"Well done... A fellow like you deserves the respect of the great ender apostle Descartes, and I grant you the right to be drunk of my blood and devoured flesh and bones!"

"Rejoice, rejoice, you will share with me the glory of the great four gods, witness the world be reborn from the ashes, and completely cut off the eternal cycle set by the Holy Cross!"

It looked excited, as if it was really happy for the black-haired wizard.

Loren, standing with his sword, just shrugged his shoulders.

"That's a lot of nonsense. ”

The next moment, the Ender Apostle vanished from its place, striking the black-haired wizard with an air-tearing whistle, a dark red shadow of blood above him.

The sword slashed, but all that was torn apart was a splash of blood, and the black-haired wizard still stood still, raising his head, as if he hadn't recovered from the stunned striking.

"In the back!"

The exclamation of Grenwell, Earl of Stormcastle, was heard.

"It's too late!"

Almost as soon as the words fell, the Ender Apostle appeared behind Loren with a scream.

The black-haired wizard who reacted immediately stretched out his right hand towards the "Dawn" greatsword inserted in the snow, but before he could hold it, the blood shadow flew into the air, and there was an additional wound on his arm.

Plasma splattered, and the scythe was raised high.

Burst!

It was the sound of a blade piercing through flesh, but the ender apostle's scythe stopped in mid-air, and it didn't swing it for a long time.

The sudden, sharp pain sent a shudder to the ender apostle's body, and his eyes widened - three stone cones piercing from the snow, two piercing through his arm, one piercing his torso from his back and bursting out of his chest.

High-level spells, the will of the rock.

"Ahh————!!!!h

The terrible scream shook the air like a substance, and even the snow around them trembled, and the defenders covered their ears and retreated, many of them standing motionless, bleeding from their ears and noses, and being shaken to death.

"Bang ——!"

With a loud shudder and a loud tear through the air, the Ender Apostle broke free, and the three stone cones shattered.

But the moment he got up, the "Dawn" greatsword that was knocked away fell from the sky and landed firmly in the hands of the black-haired wizard.

Raise your sword, slash horizontally, and slash ——!

The moment the great sword was swung, the blood shadow was split in two.

But it's only split in two - the Mithril-forged Dawn greatsword does have the effect of damaging Void creatures, but only if it actually hits an enemy, so it's often easy to dodge enemies that can transmogrify or change form, such as turning into liquid or gas to dodge attacks.

So, slashing wasn't Loren's purpose, forcing this guy to turn into a liquid in the shape of "plasma" was.

The Ender Apostle, who suddenly realized something, suddenly regained a portion of his head, and looked at the black-haired wizard who had opened and raised it to his left hand.

A high-level spell, the fire of Turin.

"Boom ——!!!!"

Fireballs mixed with billowing black smoke appeared out of thin air, turning the surrounding snow into steam along with the "mistakenly injured" rotting corpses;

The smoke-soaked Ender Apostle was thrown out of the center of the explosion like a broken sack, and rolled in the snow for a few meters before barely stopping, his thin skin completely charcoal black, like a charred corpse.

The flames dissipated, and the black-haired wizard held the "Bright Silver" in his left hand and pounced on the Ender Apostle again.

Ender Apostle, Descartes' eyes finally showed a hint of panic.

Is this guy really human?!

Humans, are they really that strong?!

A terrifying memory that it hadn't experienced for a long, long time, completely suppressed and powerless to resist was rapidly emerging from its mind, a terrifying memory that it had taken hundreds of years to discard.

Actually... Will be awakened by a mere human.

"Bell ——!"

The blood-sprayed scythe blocked the edge of the Dawn greatsword, but this time the Ender Apostle did not rush to dodge as a blood shadow, but stared at Loren's every move with his scarlet eyes, and the fanged blood basin mouth let out a scream that shook the air.

"Ahh————!!!!h

In the cracked air, the black-haired wizard immediately chose to dodge, and almost at the same time, thin black lines stretched out from the scarlet eyes, gradually gushing out of his cheeks, then his neck, and then all over his body, and his corpse-like body twitched violently.

"Honored, human!"

"You will have the privilege of witnessing the divine power of the great four gods, and the immortal power bestowed by the 'endermen' who have ruled the world—from now on, your pitiful void reactions, your clumsy imitation of divine powers, will no longer be able to do even the slightest harm to me, the immortal Descartes!"

"You will be ravaged, trampled on, and slaughtered by me!"

"Wait, you will praise with a wail, pray with fear, and worship with trembling!"

"Wait, you will use your last breath to ...... the great four"

Bang——!

Before he could finish speaking, the black-haired wizard who rushed to the ender apostle had already slashed its head with a single sword.

The ender apostle who was headshot immediately turned into a blood shadow and roared at Loren from all directions.

The apostle of the evil god named "Phaoda" in my memory is like this, and so is this guy.

Are the apostles of the evil gods in the north all talkative?

Is it because there is no one to talk to them in the wilderness, so it is too lonely?

Well... There is a possibility.

With some kind of malicious speculation, Loren backhanded the "Dawn" greatsword, blocking the scythe wrapped in black light.

"Bell ——!"

There was a wail from the blade forged by Mithril, but the sword in the black-haired wizard's right hand had already arrived as promised, striking the ender apostle's head again.

"Megalomaniacal, you thought that the same move could still inflict damage on the great ender apostle a second time......"

Burst!

The invisible waves of qi converged into one point and burst the end apostle's head again, scattering the blood shadows that came from all directions.

High-level spells, Force Impact.

This trick Loren learned from Edward the Night's Watch - although he can't gather the Force into a single shot like that guy, but with the size of a short sword, Loren can still do it.

"Die, human ——!"

The awakening of the power of the evil god did not even give the ender apostle any more confidence, and even became more panicked than before—not only did he not win immediately, but he was still the side that was completely suppressed.

How is this possible... How is that possible?!

Why ravaged, trampled on... It's me?!

The wielded scythe completely lost its previous calm, and was easily parried by the black-haired wizard, and the "Dawn" greatsword was raised high again, piercing straight into the torso of the ender apostle.

The struggling ender apostle resisted desperately, and before the scythe in his right hand could touch Loren's figure, a gray-blue silver flash flashed, and the scythe fell to the ground along with his arm.

The mutilated Ender Apostle was hung from the sword of the Dawn greatsword.

"How dare arrogant humans humiliate me like this?!"

In the midst of the plasma gushing, the Ender Apostle was still howling wildly, his scarlet eyes staring at the expressionless black-haired wizard, trying to resist but not touching Loren's body:

"You're trying to provoke me, right, you've succeeded, my anger is not something you can imagine!"

Burst!

The gray-blue sword swung and tore apart the ender apostle's eyeballs.

"Do you think that by killing me this way, you will be able to get rid of the fear of being stared at by the ender apostle? I tell you, you are wrong, I am the immortal ender apostle, Descartes! Even the most powerful knight of the Oath a hundred years ago was only a piece of meat in my mouth, a piece of meat that cannot be chewed!"

The mangled body was thrown from the body of the Dawn greatsword, and only half of the broken arm was cut off, and Descartes rolled around in the snow like a piece of rotten meat, and was knocked into the air in the whistling light of the sword.

Limbs, wings, torso...... The corpse-like ender apostle went from rotten flesh to rotten flesh that spurted blood, and his body turned into sprayed plasma piece by piece, and the speed of recovery could not even keep up with the speed of being cut off.

"That's right, unleash your wildness, let the anger and hatred creep through you, and remind you of what you really are? Mankind... You are a bunch of beasts, beasts worthy of food only for Lord Descartes!"

Even though he was already a dying corpse, Descartes was still shouting frantically: "Even if you can kill me, the great enderman will still resurrect his pious and humble servant, and Master Descartes will still rise from the dead again!"

"Then you'll know what it costs to completely anger me! You'll regret it, I swear, you'll regret it!"

"You're going to beg me to kill you and eat you! I want you to watch the world turn to ashes, everything you hold dear to you disappear before your eyes, everything you desire to become nothingness before your eyes, you will go crazy, break down, wail, and ...... earnestly"

Burst!

The dark-haired wizard's left hand shattered the ender apostle's jaw, piercing the entire skull through its jaw, a gray-blue sword peeking out from the top of the skull.

The corpse-like body twitched violently as if it were electrocuted, and then was thrown to the ground by Loren.

The pieces of their bodies had long since been chopped to pieces, and all that was left was a puddle of shapeless rotten flesh, bubbling hot in the snow.

In less than a second, the pool of flesh and blood "struggled" again and stretched out a head, roaring and screaming unwillingly.

That hideous look... It was clear that there was only a puddle of flesh and blood that could not be seen in shape, but it still exuded a terrifying murderous aura.

"You... Mankind... I thought I could kill me... Descartes... Is it?!"

The black-haired wizard stood in front of it with a blank face, his dark pupils looking down at the scarlet eyes that seemed to breathe fire.

"No, I don't think that's going to kill you. ”

The corners of the smirking Descartes' mouth immediately became a little more joyful, but the next second it turned into fear.

Around it, a huge magic circle gradually emerged from the snow, and the power of the expanding void completely enveloped it.

"Against an existence like yours that is purely maintained by the power of the Void, there is no point in simply 'killing', and you can still be resurrected. Loren said coldly, letting go of the bright silver left hand and raised:

"So, you have to do it another way—for example, completely suppress your Void power. ”

"From the root, erase your 'existence' in this world. ”

Syllable!

Snap your fingers slightly.

High-level spells, dreams of the Ran.