Belch... This should be the second or third time.

The following is all of Isaac Grantham's "The Final Battle, Confrontation with the Black Cross" written by Isaac Grantham at this moment to Isaac Grantham a few years later.

Well, I'll just put it behind that Niederhogg Expedition Diary - just in case I do write it someday.

Ahem! All in all, the general course of the incident is just like the white-bearded uncle we met when we arrived at the snow-capped mountain outside the Dragon King City, at the moment when Junior Loren made his move......

I don't know exactly what he's trying to do.

Like last time, nothing surprising - the enemy was the Black Cross, this was his dream world (I passed out when it happened, so it was just a guess but eighty percent correct), and everyone except Loren (which I guessed, I didn't see the scene where he grabbed the Holy Grail) couldn't escape the eyes of the Black Cross.

What do you do when faced with an enemy who knows everything, even the outcome?

Yes, it's time for you to cut yourself off, and you don't have to choose to save trouble.

It's the least risky option, but now that we're standing here without knowing whether we're alive or dead, we have to anchor the risk.

Of course, in the eighth of a second I had already thought of the whole plan—the reason why I was talking so much nonsense was just to make you potatoes understand that even if you are as talented as you are in the face of fear and the unknown, you are no different from you.

There is only a limit to what I can do to fight the Black Cross, or I have only one option.

Only Loren can really hurt him, only Loren's actions can escape his eyes, a powerful and unbeatable being, still with an independent consciousness, a unique being from the Void World, fused with the consciousness of the Bishop of Farnes and gradually influenced by this world we call "material......

Change the mode of his existence, so that the Black Cross is completely "materialized".

For the evil gods, there are many reasons why they can't really hurt them - great power, a level that ordinary wizards can't reach at all, and a sense of oppression that can't even resist......

And the most important point is that no matter how you use to hurt them... All to no avail.

Even if you kill them a thousand times, it doesn't make sense to destroy their bodies ten thousand times... Their origin is independent consciousness, the overflowing power of the void... If you want to completely kill an evil god, the most direct way should be to devour them with a more powerful Void power.

But for Serol, this is the most unlikely way, he is already the most powerful evil god, so powerful that the entire Void World is ruled by him.

If you want to defeat him, you must completely materialize the most primordial power of the Black Cross and the power of the void that makes up his body from the level of the material world, through the study of this genius.

Let him be something that can be touched, something that can be "hurt" and something that can be "killed".

It's crazy, but it's the only feasible plan, or rather, any plan is crazy and unrealistic in the face of such a huge disparity in power.

The chance was only for the moment when the Black Cross focused all his attention on Loren, and the success rate was slim, and it was almost certain that the Black Cross would be immediately aware of the idea as soon as it was moved.

So I decided to do it now.

If you are excited, you have to act immediately!

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

Isaac Grantham... It's you?!

The moment Serol realized it, he knew it was too late.

The nine-pointed star magic array that shone with gray-blue light opened at his feet, but those were just pretenses—Isaac Grantham, who knew the process of transforming the void and opened the first valve, didn't need this kind of thing at all.

In an instant, Black Cross could feel that some kind of irreversible change was taking place in his strength and body.

"Ahhhh——!!!!h

The black cross roared in agony.

The power of the void that filled his rotten wood-like body and turned into black mist appeared out of his control, like worms born out of carrion, and began to devour the black mist around him, twisting and rapidly changing his form.

These forces are changing, distorting, and aspiring to have their own existence, like all the "matter" of the material world around them, and not just the power of information and emotion.

Just as the power of the void can erode the existence of the material world and distort it, so the material world can "erod" the void and give it to objectively existing entities.

At that moment, the shell that stored Seliol's consciousness began to transform, and the terrifying coercion began to spread uncontrollably with the distortion of the power of the void, directly knocking down Isaac who had finally climbed the hill and fainting, if it weren't for the small wizard behind him, he almost landed on the ground first.

But none of this is already irrelevant, because the transformation will not end so easily once it has begun!

That's how it is......

Deliberately trying his best to attract my attention, and even hinting at various actions several times, just to make Isaac and the others fade out of his sight, and to attack himself fatally at this last moment.

Loren Torino, is it all ......

Is it all in your calculations?!

The enraged Black Cross cast his eyes on the black-haired wizard who was confronting him in front of him, only to see a face that was even more surprised than his own, and at the same time desperately controlled the impulse of joy.

The situation was completely beyond Loren's expectations.

Don't say guessed... He didn't expect Isaac to wake up, let alone that he could complete a lore that was enough to change the tide of the battle at such an opportune time.

Who's the main character?!

For a moment, the black-haired wizard really wanted to look up to the sky and ask so loudly.

But not now.

"Bell ——!!!!"

The broken sword "Dawn" collided with the black mist greatsword that had condensed into substance, making a loud sound of exchange.

There was no time to breathe, and Seliol, whose expression was difficult to see, raised his right hand, and the black pillar of light roared, attacking Loren who was facing him.

Within three steps, there was not even room to dodge.

The black-haired wizard, whose first reaction was to dodge, found that the black mist that had struck with the Dawning Sword had spread from the blade to the hilt of the sword, wrapping around his wrist - if he dared to escape, the black mist could instantly twist and tear off his entire right arm.

I can only resist hard.

Clenched his teeth, Loren raised the tip of the "Dragon's Tooth" spear and stabbed straight at the incoming pillar of light.

Spells, dreams.

The moment the spear touched the pillar of light, the gray-blue nine-pointed star magic array unfolded at the tip of the spear.

Boom ————

In an instant, Loren's figure was enveloped in attention, and a huge sense of oppression spread from his arms to his body, almost crushing him.

"Uh-huh——!!!!"

Grimen, with a tense face, gritted his teeth, forced himself to keep his sanity and calm, and instilled all his power into the open spell.

The pain was so intense that it was irresistible, and the body hurt until it was about to collapse in the next second.

No, not soon... The moment the third valve was opened, the body that had lost its heart had already collapsed, and if it lost consciousness and control of the power of the void, it would not be a joke to die on the spot in a second.

Pitch black to the point of engulfing the all-engulfing pillar of light, the gray-blue light flickered faintly, expelling the power of the void that collided with it, and blocked it in front of the black-haired wizard like a shield.

The gray-blue magic array gradually dimmed, but the pitch-black black mist frenzy was still converging, like a hungry and thirsty beast rushing towards Loren.

"Ahh——!!!!h

The screaming Serol became more and more terrifying, his round eyes almost protruding from his sockets, and his expression distorted to the point that he could not see the shape of a human face.

The extremely hot burning, the pain of the bite was still folding, twisting, eroding, and changing his body, gradually turning from the original fantasy projection, simply deceiving the material world, to having real substance.

Such a process, even if it is described as painful, seems too pale and powerless.

The withered arms were aimed straight at the black-haired wizard who had opened his magic circle, condensing the endless black mist into pillars of light—if not to destroy the stranger who had ruined his plans, or even to get rid of the pain that was gradually materializing......

Black Cross Serol... And with all your might, kill Loren Turin a thousand, ten thousand.

"Loren Turin——!!!!

"Bang-smack!"

Stuck on the magic array in front of him, there was a crack for the first time.

In an instant, countless black mist seeped through the spell through the crack, tearing a bloody streak on the black-haired wizard's shoulder.

Soon... The tiny cracks were like some kind of omen, and with the continuous impact of the black pillars of light, one crack after another began to spread on the magic array, and even began to tear out gaps at the edges, instantly engulfing the scattered fragments of the magic array.

"Puff——!puff!puff!puff......"

Shoulders, cheeks, arms, chest... Pillars of light seeped through cracks and swept past the black-haired wizard, leaving black, scorched and rotting marks.

It's almost there, it's almost there.

Desperately resisting the magic array that was about to be torn to pieces, the black-haired wizard comforted himself like this.

It's unclear how exactly Isaac did it, or how he could have thought of it... But there was one thing, and that was the Black Cross Serol, who would definitely not be able to hold out for long in this transformation.

This is not an ordinary transformation, but a transformation from one form to another, a change that is absolutely unfamiliar and completely unadaptable - the senses are also required, whether it is the way to control the body, the process of change is tantamount to the process of a living person becoming a monster.

So he will definitely not be able to hold on, and the question is who can't hold it first.

"Bang ——!"

The moment the magic array shattered, the pillar of light dissipated.

"Poof!"

Kneeling and slumped on the ground, Loren gasped for breath and struggled to raise his head, staring at the figure of the Black Cross.

Almost... If I had come a little longer, I would have been disemboweled.

Seliol, whose face was hard to see, looked at his trembling hands in disbelief, and his eyes were in a trance.

"How could it be ......"

The power of the Void is still there, and Seriel is still the master of the dream world and even the entire Void World, and the power itself has not been weakened in any way because of "materialization".

But in itself, it is a weakening!

The body materialized by the material world means that the Black Cross will become, like Loren, to be harmed by the rest of this world.

The difference is that Loren's injuries are only physical, and the power of the void itself will not be weakened, but the Black Cross is assimilated by the material world in the form of an evil god, and every injury is an absolute weakening of him!

"It's not the first time I've said it......"

The black-haired wizard's weak voice rang out.

The black cross in a trance raised his head suddenly, and looked at Loren in surprise, who was struggling to support his body with a broken sword.

"I... Loren is a wizard from afar. ”

Standing up straight, his body aching like a collapse Loren took the first difficult step.

"My power... It's the nine-pointed star. ”

And then... A difficult second step was taken.

"The nine-pointed star is an infinite range of possibilities. ”

Gasping in a cold sweat, he met Serol's hateful gaze, and the black-haired wizard brandished the broken sword "Dawn", crushing the black mist one by one.

"My power is to make it impossible ... It's possible!"

Staring at the black-haired wizard's black cross, he was silent for a long time.

“...... Maybe. ”

Well?

Loren, who was stunned, showed a little surprise on his exhausted face.

"Maybe you can really bring that glimmer of 'possibility' to the end of this world; This world, and the Holy Cross, they are right and wrong. ”

Serol, who whispered, had a somewhat complicated expression: "Maybe the end I see is just one of the 'possibilities'. ”

"What if... A powerless stranger can be bewitched by evil gods, helped by friends, tested by life and death, and tempted by lust for power... Finding his true identity and belonging, standing in front of the Black Cross in a dignified manner, creating this glimmer of possibility, then ......"

"What else... Is it impossible?"

"A stranger who has nothing to do with this world, when he keeps repeating 'revenge', 'defending', 'history', 'survival' in the mouths of all the dregs, stands in front of me, claiming that he wants to protect the world... What could be more ridiculous, ridiculous than this ... It's even more improbable?"

Glancing at his materialized body, Seriel sighed, his cold gaze locked on Loren's inexplicable face.

"So I admit that maybe you really have what it takes to replace me; It was me who was wrong, I was wrong from the beginning, I was just limited by my own wisdom and imagination, and I couldn't estimate what the world would be like if the end hadn't come. ”

For some reason, looking at Loren's "unexpected" expression, Seliol actually felt a little more happy in his heart.

"But... I'm guessing you're not going to give up so easily, I've done so much preparation for this day, for this plan, and I want to take it......"

"You've got to grab it!"

"Boom ——————!!!!"

Beneath the dome, thunder roared.