Instead of immediately lunging at Loren after being blown away by the sudden explosion, Metzka chose to stay where he was, hovering around the black-haired wizard, waiting for him to be distracted. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is also Loren's combat habit, because he is very tired of "unexpected situations", so he prefers to observe before he is sure, patiently wait for the enemy's flaws, and wait for the opportunity to come at that moment.

The black-haired wizard hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, and his right hand holding the "dragon's teeth" suddenly slid down, and the barrel of the gun fell down the palm of his hand - the time of the moment was infinitely extended at this moment, and Metzka disappeared from the spot, and the remnant of the beast was already in front of him!

Sure enough!

In the deafening howl of the beast, the "dragon tooth" was suddenly provoked, and the silver tip of the spear evoked a half-moon without warning!

The beast's claws almost slashed against his face, and Loren, with a hideous complexion, stabbed the "dragon teeth" straight forward with all his might!

With the silver-plated tip alone, the "dragon's teeth" were not enough to pierce the beast, but at least it could tear its fur - the burst of pus sprayed half of Loren's cheeks, and the wailing Madzaka chose to retreat without hesitation, and took a posture of waiting for the opportunity to move.

But it's a fake!

The terrifying howl sounded at the moment when the fierce beast landed, and Loren's face actually showed a smile of "understanding", and his right hand reversed the barrel of the gun to hide the "Dragon Tooth" behind him, and threw a blow "Turin Fire" straight ahead!

The flames exploded, but this time Metzka didn't choose to dodge, but rushed through the flame splash range moments before the explosion and pounced directly on Loren, who was hiding behind the flames!

You're still smart......

The black-haired wizard gripped the barrel of the gun in both hands, and the blue glowing "dragon's teeth" sliced a blaze on the ground.

Sideways, backhand, up!

"Bell-!"

The sound of the collision that shouldn't have happened froze in midair, and the tip of Loren's spear stabbed at Metska's throat blocked the claw that had swung down.

Instead of giving up, Metzca, who was blocked, roared and waved his other paw - Loren, who had both hands on the barrel of the gun, was now defenseless.

But the premise is that the "Dragon's Tooth" is not a magic wand...... Lips trembled slightly, and a sly smile appeared on Loren's face.

It's all just a moment...... The moment the claws fell, the golden-red tongue of fire had already swept around, the boiling flames became more and more dazzling, and the sand and dust under his feet were completely vaporized by the swept heat wave in an instant.

At that moment, Metzka noticed Loren's crazy gaze - either retreat or die!

"Boom-!!!"

The flames engulfed the two figures at the same time, and the heat wave spread out around the explosion, and the cracked earth turned into scorched earth in an instant!

The firelight dissipated, and Loren, who stood in the drifting smoke, smiled contemptuously, and provoked the "dragon teeth" in his hand very provocatively, and the silver tip of the spear pointed straight ahead.

The embarrassed Metzka was entrenched opposite the black-haired wizard, and the evil god chose to flee rather than carry it down.

It's just as I guessed...... This monster doesn't know how to fight, it's just imitating itself—habits, experiences, ways of coping, that's all.

The illusion is that he is fighting another self, and the difference is that in terms of speed, strength, and even size, Mezka is far superior to himself, and even using "transcendent perception", he is far from being his opponent.

This is an absolutely asymmetrical battle, and he only knows himself well enough to take a slight advantage, and once Mezka reacts, the situation will be reversed again.

Constant approaching, continuous attack, is the key to victory!

Luca's words flashed through his mind, and the black-haired wizard gently wiped the blood from his cheeks, and subconsciously took a step forward, clenching the right hand of the gun and slowly exerting force.

This time I'm attacking, brute...... Since you're so fond of imitation, let's see how the War Dancers fight!

Loren, who was holding a gun, stepped on the ground with his right foot, and the figure swept up in smoke and dust had already rushed madly - the murderer, who didn't seem to realize that Loren would take the initiative to attack, roared and pounced on this "stranger" who didn't know whether to live or die!

In an instant, two figures, one large and one small, completed the interplay - Loren, wielding a spear, surrounded Metzka like a bird, dodging deadly attacks again and again in an instant, no longer facing each other head-on, but the tip of the spear glowing with blue light was always aimed at the huge body.

Constantly looking for the angle of attack, constantly approaching the distance between the two sides, looking for the most suitable opportunity, and then a fatal blow!

The furious beast continued to roar, its sharp claws slashing against the small figure again and again, the leather armor on Loren's body was almost torn to shreds, and the wounds on his two shoulders were already deep to the bone!

No, we can't stop yet, it's not time yet!

The tearing sensation of the muscles continued to stimulate the nerves from the wound, and Loren was still closing in on Mezka, with no intention of retreating.

The two figures staggered again, Metzka suddenly opened his bloody mouth, Loren, who was stranded in mid-air, had no time to dodge at all, and the distance between the two sides also made him have no way to escape!

Loren laughed.

The moment the jaws full of fangs and the smell of blood opened, the "dragon teeth" in his hand were already held in his hand, and the blue tip of the spear swallowed the breath of death.

"Ahh!!!h

In a hoarse roar, Loren stepped on Mezka's body and stabbed the "dragon's teeth" into its mouth!

The evil god whose throat was torn open by a sharp blade screamed in panic, viscous pus spurted out of his throat, the fragile jaw tendon had been torn open, and the entire jaw had fallen uncontrollably, and the last bit of rotten flesh was grafted under his head!

He would be killed, he would be killed by this stranger—for the first time, the murderous Metzka had this thought in his mind, and there was even a hint of fear in his original anger.

This was not supposed to be an emotion that it would have, but now it has appeared irrepressibly!

It's just a little bit there!

Loren's eyes widened and he was exhausted, and he could even clearly feel that every part of his body was trembling, and the energy exerted violently was like a steel nail inserted into the top of his head, and it was already so painful that life was worse than death.

Just a little bit, I can make this evil god ascend to heaven on the spot!

The exhausted body was grabbed by the screaming beast, and Loren, who refused to let go, was thrown out of the way, falling to the ground like a falling rag bag, barely struggling to get up.

The opportunity to kill the "stranger" was imminent, but Metzka chose to retreat and watch, staring at the figure who was struggling, leaning on the barrel of a gun to support his body, and struggling to get up from the ground.

"Mezca...... I guess you must have been proud of slaughtering those elves, right?"

Struggling to gain a foothold, Loren's voice became hoarse with his head lowered: "No one can stop you, no one can resist you, and the enemies in front of you can only be killed one by one, this feeling...... It must have been very pleasant. ”

"Tell me, were you very happy when the elves screamed in your ear?

Isn't it a pleasure for you to tear your brutes to shreds their living beings, tear open their intestines, limbs, heads, and organs, and swallow their flesh and blood in a blur?

Slaughter, destruction, ravage, torture...... You must be very happy when those weak, strong, and unyielding creatures who resist you die one by one wailing, right?

Do you like the thrill of fighting, and do you like to play with weak creatures in the palm of your hand?

You are synonymous with the horror of the Ancient Wood Forest, the most feared existence in the hearts of all elves, and you are a natural disaster, a devil and evil god who should not exist in the world...... Ever!"

Standing up straight again, Loren, with an indifferent expression, once again aimed the tip of his gun at Mezka:

"For now, you're just a reservoir dog living on the edge of the world, a reptile so bad that it can only hide in a cave, a beast that is stupid as it gets.

So hear me clearly, right now, right between the two of us, you're in charge of the dying throes.

And I'm responsible for killing you. ”