Oops!

The moment the Oath Knight fell, the black-haired wizard looked at the pillar of dragon flame that fell from the sky, and this was the only word left in his mind.

That's right... In fact, as Serol said, the current Knights of the Oath may still be able to rely on the "Oath" to sustain their lives and residual strength, but if they are engulfed in dragon flames, their bodies will be burned to charcoal......

Without the protection of the Holy Cross, there is no way for him to survive!

Shun Ji confirmed the situation, and Loren, who had dispersed his sword, threw out a "Turin Fire" with his backhand to block the black mist that was attacking, and then immediately pounced on the Oath Knight, who was falling backwards, trying to save him.

But apparently, Serol wasn't going to give him such a chance - the hand that pierced through the Knight's chest raised without warning, and a black mist resembling a great sword struck.

"Bell ——!"

The burst of fire was instantly torn apart by the substantial black mist, and Loren instinctively parried and blocked, the broken sword blocking the attack, but the black mist that was stopped scattered more partially, stabbing straight into his eyes and throat in front of him.

There's no room to dodge, and it's impossible to save the dying Oath Knight at the same time.

Then seize this opportunity!

With a flash of light, Loren's eyes lit up with a magic array in the center of his open left hand.

Enchantments, Force Impact.

Bite!

A slight wave of air hit the tip of Bright Star's sword, and the spinning and falling sword came to a steady stop in the black-haired wizard's palm, aiming at the black cross's face and stabbing straight away.

Not only did he not retreat, but he went straight towards the black mist that was ready to penetrate him.

If you can't activate "Die Now" at the moment of unconscious, then Loren is dead;

If the sword pierces through the Black Cross's head first, causing him to lose control of the Void for a moment, the black-haired wizard will be able to seize control.

So......

Come on, hurt each other!

The dragon flame fell from the dome with all its might, tearing and devouring the black mist that it tried to intercept, and the near-white light emitted an energy so terrifying that it seemed to destroy everything.

The Black Cross and the black-haired wizard looked at each other with the same nervousness and twisted to the extreme, focusing all their attention on each other, neither of them having the spare strength to resist the light of destruction that fell from the sky.

The moment the dragon flame fell, the black mist that turned into a spear and the sword blade of the "Bright Star" staggered.

"Boom ————!!!!"

A white light rises over the hills of Golovin, illuminating the desert of the end.

The crowd, who had just woken up from a coma, was staring at the white light at the top of the hill in horror, their eyes wide, and they didn't know what to do.

"It's... This, can anyone tell me ......"

Brandon, whose voice trembled, crawled out of the sand, rubbing his eyes desperately, his voice trembling:

"What the hell is this... What's going on?"

Edward on the side was also full of disbelief, and subconsciously poked his hand with the scabbard to wake up, but found that he was extremely awake.

On the floating city, Isaac, who was panting, and the little wizard put the unawake Lusen lying flat in a safe corner, and looked up in the direction of the white light in tacit understanding.

"Are you okay?"

Looking at the pale megalomaniac, Ain couldn't help frowning.

"What are you kidding, how can it be okay!" Isaac rolled his eyes: "I have a headache to death, from head to toe as if I am about to fall apart, and I am so sleepy that I can't open my eyes - I just die in the next second, and it can be regarded as a normal death without any accidents, and I think you are about the same." ”

The little wizard pursed his lips and did not speak.

"But we're not dead yet, so let's do what a living man can do while we're alive!" Isaac concluded.

Ain nodded solemnly.

"Hmm!"

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

The flames extinguished in the ashes, and the light faded.

Seliol stared at the black-haired wizard across from him, who was pale and sweaty, but still smiling at him.

A translucent "wall of ice" stood in front of him, holding Loren and the dying Knight of Oath in the center, blocking the dragon's breath from falling from the sky.

Spell, perseverance as ice.

At that moment, the one who dodged backwards was Serol himself... The black-haired wizard who caught the flaw in this moment used his sword to swing away the incoming black mist, protecting the Oath Knight while unleashing a spell as strong as ice, blocking the falling dragon flame.

The black cross frowned, and his expression was hard to see.

It's not the shame of being forced to dodge, but the reaction of this stranger - the dragon flame falling from the sky, the sudden appearance of the Knights of Oath, and the timing of their cooperation... None of them were expected by Serol.

If these can also be explained as Loren, who has opened the third valve, has a level equivalent to himself, and his will is no longer affected by the laws of the two worlds, and he can avoid his own gaze......

So the decisiveness he showed at that moment, and the unhesitating reaction when he retreated, it was just... It's like predicting your own moves.

Could it be that just by opening the third valve, he is immediately strong enough to dominate the will of the world, and even to the point where he can accurately judge his every move?

How is this possible?!

Ridiculous!

Angry to the point of distorting his expression, Serol waved his hand, and the thick black mist swept towards Loren like a pillar of light, instantly extinguishing the unburned flames along the way, and the ashes and ruins that were touched were wiped out in an instant.

"Bang ——!"

The sound of the ice wall shattering in his ears was heard, and holding the dying Knight of the Oath, Loren retreated decisively and quickly, while constantly dodging the deadly black pillar of light left and right.

"It's really... That's a good guess!"

While escaping for his life, the black-haired wizard did not forget to sigh twice.

Selior is strong, so strong that it cannot be described in words.

Predict the future, distort the world, control the void, and absolutely coerce... This is not a theory, but there is simply no existence in this world that is enough to defeat him, and no one can do it.

To put it more bluntly, if Serol didn't want to fight him, even Loren, who had opened the third valve now, would have no choice but to watch the end come - at least half of the current Black Cross was because he had robbed himself of the Holy Grail, and the current situation was caused by his anger after the failure of the plan.

Because he is really too strong, so strong that he obviously has no "combat experience", he can still absolutely crush everything - except for Loren himself, everyone's every move and even possible ideas cannot escape the eyes of the Black Cross.

But strengths can also be disadvantages.

For Loren, whose soul and matter are completely one, the power of the void, or spells, is mostly something like a "tool".

After opening the second valve, this situation has changed slightly, but in just a few dozen days, it is not enough to make this transformation a qualitative change - to put it more bluntly, he still has a strong concept of time and space, and he is still a human being who "has the same power as the evil god".

But there is no concept of time or space in the void, and Seliol has no consciousness of "material existence" at all - relying on the power of the crushing level, he can easily defeat all enemies, and even know all the plans and ideas of the enemy, but it does not mean that he adapts to the laws of the material world.

In other words, when there is a "factor of uncertainty" that he cannot fully control, the situation will gradually start to spiral out of control, from the initial insignificance, to the end of the complete uncontrollable... All that is needed is time.

Time... This concept, which was very foreign to Seliol, was his most fatal weakness, Eckhart de Salion, who exchanged his death for this extremely important information.

All that's left is how to take advantage of that.

The black-haired wizard thought quickly.

If you encounter such an enemy who is completely out of the way, or even completely beyond your expectations... Probably devoted all his attention to it, looking for its weaknesses and flaws.

After all, no matter how powerful you are, as long as you are not schizophrenic, your "ability to think" and "concentration" will always be limited—if you spend too much time on a troublesome matter, you will not have time to take care of anything else.

As for whether this is the case with Seliol ... Well, let's try it anyway.

At the same time as putting down the dying and unconscious Oath Knight, Loren, who raised his left hand, had already opened three magic arrays in front of him again.

Spells, the will of the rock.

"Boom ——!!!!"

The pillar of light crashed into the suddenly rising earthen wall, bursting out with a roaring roar.

Looking at the black mist blocked by the earthen wall, a trace of astonishment flashed across Seliol's face.

"Impossible... Right?"

With a mocking smile, Loren, who jumped up from the earthen wall, pinned the "Bright Star" in front of him, and held the hilt of the broken sword "Dawn" with both hands:

"But I'm sorry, my power... The power of the nine-pointed star is infinite possibilities!"

"Humph!"

The black cross snorted coldly and opened his palm and squeezed it hard.

Thundered......

The black fog dissipated and the earthen wall collapsed.

"This is what you call infinite possibilities, and you are so arrogant that I ......"

"Knock ————!!!!"

In the next second, the silver dragon fell from the sky.

[Human!]

The roaring silver dragon poured everything into it, suppressing Serol's movements with its body.

【Hands-on!】

Without hesitation, Loren, who was holding the sword in his backhand, put the blade on his waist and turned sideways to take a step.

Golden-red flames erupted from the broken sword body of the "Dawn".

Hold the sword, draw the sword... Chop!

Spells, Turin fire.

The roaring flames turned into torrents and rushed straight towards Seriel, who had been trampled under the feet of the silver dragon.

"Boom ——!!!!"

Before he even had time to dodge, the huge body of the silver dragon was blurred by the flesh torn by the black mist that gushed out from directly below, and he fell to the side of the desert with a wail.

The flash of the impact collided with the black mist, engulfing each other, and then dissipating into the air invisibly.

"How many times do you need me to remind you of this boring trick?" Black Cross, standing in the smoke and dust, stared at the black-haired wizard who had already swung his sword at him:

"Loren Turin... You do surprise me a little bit by the fact that you can see more than I can even predict the future. ”

"But as I said, just 'maybe'... Not enough for you to beat me!"

"Bell!"

The broken greatsword was once again stopped by the withered palm, and the rolling waves of qi centered on the two of them, drawing an arc in the surrounding ash-covered desert.

"In that case...... Loren gritted his teeth and looked at the Black Cross, his almost collapsed body was already in such pain that he almost lost consciousness:

"Then let 'maybe' become 'certain'!"

"Not bad... Whenever I think you should always grow, your arrogance can always surprise me differently. Seliol, with an ugly expression, sneered:

"But I hate surprises!"

"Me too!"

The pain was so painful that he pulled the corners of his mouth, and the black-haired wizard clenched the "dragon tooth" with only the tip of the spear left in his left hand, and stabbed at Seriel's face.

Staring at the tip of the incoming Mithril spear, Seriel's cold pupils shrank.

The key to this move is not to try to hit one's own head, but to open the magic circle of "Dream" - but the real purpose is to force oneself to retreat!

Constantly creating flaws, trying to disrupt their rhythm, creating momentary gaps to take away control of the power of the Void......

That's right, Loren Turin, I've seen through your tricks!

Dragon King City, Red Blood Castle Cathedral, Silver Helmet Mountain... Each time may be a little different, but the essence is the same!

No amount of disguise, disguise, or distraction can change your ever-cautious nature of taking risks only when you are fully assured.

The black cross who mocked in his heart met the tip of the "dragon tooth" spear that seemed to be desperate and stabbed at him with an expressionless face.

"Poof!"

A black mist rose suddenly, piercing the arm of the black-haired wizard like a spear, and the tip of the spear was forced to stop in mid-air.

The slightly stunned black-haired wizard seemed to have a distorted expression because of the pain, and unwillingly let go of the hilt of the broken sword "Dawn", showing the hidden blade under his wrist, ready to fight desperately.

But his real killer move is actually ......

"Bang ——!"

The "Force Impact" that shot out from the tip of the Hidden Blade was like a black cross, and the Hidden Blade, which had no time to retract, fell to the ground along with the blood gushing out from his wrist in the black mist.

Desperate fear welled up in Loren's eyes, but it was clear that he couldn't give up.

"Bell ——!"

Really... The moment it fell, the black-haired wizard gripped the hilt of Dawn's sword again, and the sword erupted from the broken blade and swept towards Serol.

Almost at the same time, the six magic arrays of the "Turin Fire" opened one after another at Serol's feet, following the trajectory of the sword blade.

"Boom——! boom——! boom——! boom——! boom——! boom ——!"

The six flames of the fire, the sword that swept the flames, with the momentum of slashing at the waist, struck from the billowing smoke.

"May the void... With you——!!!!"

In the midst of a hoarse roar, the black-haired wizard who broke through the flames took out an all-out stance and fought for it.

But... How is this possible?!

A cold smile appeared on Seliol's lips.

"Bell ——!!!!"

The billowing black mist collided with the golden-red sword light, making a deafening loud sound.

At that moment, Seliol, whose eyes widened, focused all his attention on Loren, waiting for his last-minute murderous intention.

So, exactly... Well?!

At that moment, Serol, who had focused all his attention on the black-haired wizard and had only inadvertently noticed another figure, changed color.