Under the burning dark sun, Brunhilde, who looked solemn, slowly raised his head, the blue steel-colored spiral spear hanging by his side, and his bright eyes were like stars.

One collection and one release, like a goddess......

It's just a pity, alas ... The black-haired wizard sighed heavily, the corners of his mouth twitching slightly.

The so-called "secondary two" is not only a general generalization of excess self-awareness, indulging in exaggerated delusions, language and "performance art" - Loren in his previous life was once an out-and-out secondary second disease, until he "crossed" into this world, and all illusions were shattered.

When fantasy becomes reality, it will never be beautiful, it will only be cruel, and it will be cruel beyond imagination, cold to the extreme.

An evil god with a ghostly heart, a sorcerer who must be compared, a priest who is stubble and even insane, and a nobleman who is greedy and excessive...... It seems that all the elements that are beautiful, dazzling, and wonderful make up this cold, dark and even breathless "middle two" world.

A "middle two" and gifted wizard, he may be a "megalomaniac" who is full of all kinds of bizarre fantasies, thinking out of the box, and even making people unable to keep up at all;

A "Form 2" priest with great perseverance may be tirelessly attached to a dream that may never be realized;

His Royal Highness, a "middle two" and ambitious prince, may be able to set off stormy waves that no one can imagine, and even fear, at the top of the imperial power that was originally a pool of stagnant water;

And an evil god who is "middle two" to the extreme... Well, this may really become a more terrifying existence than the previous ones, because everything she "fantasizes" is really possible!

Reckless, simple-minded, simple-minded...... To some extent, a certain teenager's evaluation of this Valkyrie is indeed quite appropriate......

Of course, the more likely reason is that Brünnhilde's "legend" - the evidence that all evil gods want to maintain their "existence" in the material world, and in all the legends about Brünnhilde that Byrne circulated, the Valkyrie is a "romantic" image of uprightness, personable, and even a little tragic.

In a sense, she is the "ultimate incarnation" of Byrne, synonymous with knighthood... It is the belief that all the knights of Byrne believed, followed and enshrined as spiritual sustenance - this is Brünnhilde, the Valkyrie of Byrne, the god of knights.

The words like the recitation of a poem, the exaggerated movements and rhetoric, the noble and heroic images, the spears and swords, the unimaginably delicate and gorgeous armor... It's almost the most classic, the knight template of the Old Kingdom.

Of course, strength is definitely at the level of a "knight" ... Even if he tries his best, even if the other party is obsessed with dignified confrontations and a bunch of meaningless "middle two" moves, the black-haired wizard can only barely fight for a glimmer of life, and the possibility of defeating her is infinitely close to zero.

Even if the opponent doesn't destroy his dream world, it will be a matter of time before he loses, after all, he has almost no chance of winning in a head-to-head confrontation......

Wait a minute... Head-to-head, one-on-one?

If that's the case... It's really the same as what I thought, so maybe there's still a chance!

I... Haven't lost yet!

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"This is a testimony of the knight's glory, the spiral of the wind. At the moment of confrontation, Brunhilde raised the blue steel spear in his hand solemnly, and aimed the spiral tip of the spear at the black-haired wizard:

"Roland's successor, the challenger of fate... Are you ready to face her edge?"

"This is the old enemy of the gods, the long soldier who gathers the power of friendship, the dragon's fang. Loren snorted coldly. Twitching the corners of the mouth to laugh how embarrassing it is:

"O Valkyrie of Byrne, I will crush you here with the faith that my companions have gathered here to shoot!"

Since the other party is a secondary two disease, then you might as well be secondary two once!

"In that case, let me witness the weight of your friendship!"

The next moment, the wind suddenly rose!

With its white wings outstretched, Brünnhilde's volley was already in front of him, and the tips of the spears that were dancing wildly with the killing intent of the forest gave people an endless sense of oppression.

The black-haired wizard no longer hesitated, the dragon teeth in his hand kept exchanging back and forth between his left and right hands, predicting the attack trajectory of the green steel spear, slowly lowering the tip of the spear, calmly waiting for the opponent to make a move.

"Bang ——!"

The cracking sound of the hurricane almost pierced the eardrum, and between the eyes that narrowed into a slit, Loren could barely see the afterimage of the tip of the gun.

However, at this moment, at this moment, he could clearly feel that the sense of oppression that was close to death was approaching, even in front of him!

"Bell ——!"

The blue steel spear slammed into the gray-blue sword, exploding into a burst of fire!

"I can already feel the power of friendship. In the midst of the raging wind, Brünnhilde stared at the black-haired wizard who had barely parried his attack:

"But Loren Turin... If your friendship with your companions is only that, it will not be enough to resist the trials of the Wind Spiral!"

"The tempest, go and blow all things away——!"

Boom ————!!!!

There was an almost explosive cracking sound, and the waves of qi that danced wildly spread out like a shock wave, and even the ground beneath his feet cracked with this unrivaled force.

But that's far from the end of it... In the next second, the tip of the cyan steel-colored spear violently shook, and the spiral formed by the wind converged on the tip of the spear as if it were substance.

Flying rocks were flying and fires were blazing—even if Brunhilde was whispering meaningless words, the cyclones around him were converging rapidly, and were already aimed at him.

"Hurricane, through everything! Wind Spiral ——!!!!"

The bursting air currents turned into invincible spears and whirlwinds, spewing out from the tips of the green steel spears like ballistas, tearing everything around them apart!

Time was infinitely extended at this moment, and the black-haired wizard's gaze seemed to turn into slow motion, and his eyes widened as he watched the blue-blue "Hurricane Spear" stab at him with unrivaled power.

Unstoppable, impossible to stop this... Parrying head-on is almost certain death, and there will be no glimmer of life.

So, if you dodge, will you have a chance to survive?

Impossible.

Byrne's Valkyrie, Brünnhilde... She is so strong that even if she tries her best, it is impossible for her to dodge and have room to counterattack at the same time, and the space left by the other party is only a moment of attack.

Only for that moment, she was unguarded, so ......

"Poof————!!!!"

The furious hurricane passed through the black-haired wizard's body almost unhindered, and the whirlwind was almost entirely filled with his torn flesh!

His chest was torn, his shoulders were torn off, his ribs were crumbled, and blood was flying in the air......

Only dragon teeth... Still clutched in the "remnant" of his left hand;

In an instant, perception, pain, sadness, joy... The whole world was leaving him, and the dark pupils were gradually dimming and blurring, falling into never-ending silence and darkness......

But in the next moment, in the next second... Brunhilde's pupils narrowed, and for the first time he looked shocked.

The torn body is recovering from its injuries at a speed that seems to go back in time, every muscle, every bone, every vein... Even the pupils, which had been dimmed, were rapidly focusing and returning to their original state, and the torn wounds were as if they didn't exist at all.

High-level spells, dead at this moment——!

What is this... Brünnhilde threw her head up, her eyes wide fixed on the burning black sun overhead, reflected in the center of her pupils.

I see, is it because of the Nine-Pointed Star Holy Grail that his power exceeds the limit of what humans can have?

"It's not my own strength, it's the faith of my friends all gathered in me, and I'm not alone in this moment, Brünnhilde——!"

Shameless, Loren snarled at his throat, clenched the dragon's teeth in his hands with both hands, and stabbed the tip of the spear gushing with "Turin Fire" straight towards the Valkyrie.

Since you want to be in the second middle school, let's continue to fight in the second middle school until you die!

"Everything is in ashes......

Flow, Blade, Ruo, Fire ——————!!!!"