I... How long has it been going on?

A day, a week, a month, a year or more... It's only been a minute?

The black-haired wizard gasped for breath and ran wildly to avoid the black mist that came from all around his body, and the giant rotting demons were frantically and almost non-stop attacking, and his tired body made his consciousness begin to become a little numb.

No, this should be a sign that mental power is about to be exhausted.

The dark circles under the eyes are deep, the green tendons on the forehead and neck are jumping and jumping, the whites of the eyes are bloodshot, and the pupils are dilated and cannot be fully focused... The pain that is particularly familiar once again makes me experience the "old days".

I remembered those opponents who had pushed themselves into a desperate situation again and again.

Mezca, Farnesis, Brunhilde... And, of course, Asreel.

Both.

Thinking to himself, the black-haired wizard, who was already in extremely bad condition, had an indescribable smile on the corner of his mouth.

"Boom ————!!!!"

The moment it landed, the giant carrion demon was calmly dodged by the black-haired wizard, and slashed with a backhand sword with the "Fire of Turin".

In an instant, the ice-cracking screeching head immediately turned golden red, and exploded into pieces with a "bang——!".

He's still struggling.

In the shadows of the black mist, the Eagle King coldly observed Loren Turin, who was dodging and counterattacking... This guy has been completely suppressed but still refuses to give up, doesn't he really know how to write the word "admit defeat"?

The Eagle King's heart sank—if he dragged on like this, he would sooner or later collapse due to exhaustion of mental strength, and even if he could win, he would only win miserably in the end.

Of course, he has another choice, that is, to completely give up the power that belongs to the four evil gods in his body, but the price of that is to completely surrender his life and death to them, and become an "evil god puppet" who no longer has the slightest right to freedom, no different from those evil god apostles who have a miserable end.

But that wasn't what the Eagle King wanted—as long as there was any possibility, he didn't let himself fall to that end.

Loren Turin... He must be defeated as soon as possible.

"Boom ————!!!!"

Another explosion.

With a "Force Impact" blasting through the oncoming carrion, the black-haired wizard slammed down, dodging the black mist that turned into a spear behind him, and then used the momentum of the explosion to attack the Eagle King again, whose position was exposed.

The Eagle King's expression changed and he held down the blade and slowly withdrew, while rolling up a black mist and constantly attacking Loren.

The condensed black mist continued to pass by Loren, the most recent one directly erasing the scar on his right shoulder, and blood sprayed uncontrollably in the air.

But the black-haired wizard still didn't stop, his dark pupils staring at the dodging figure.

You must rush forward, only fight head-on close to your body, seize the opportunity to hit the "Dream of Ran" into the body of the Eagle King, and you... In order to seize the 1 in 10,000 chance and defeat him!

"Ahhhh———!!!!h

The roar of ice cracking exploded in his ears again, and the limbs of no less than ten giant rotting corpses burrowed out of the surrounding black mist, densely rushing towards him from all directions.

"Poof!"

The greatsword slashed through the air in an arc, splitting the arm that stood in front of him in two, and the black-haired wizard leaping in the air raised his left hand, and the red runes in his palm had turned into a raging fire at some point.

"Don't! get in the way of me——!"

In the thunder, the firelight illuminates the darkness.

Pulling up the embers that had not yet dispersed, Loren swung the Dawn greatsword and rushed in front of the Eagle King, then slashed down.

"Bell ——!"

The blades converge in the darkness of flickering sparks.

"Still won't give up?!"

For the first time, the Eagle King glared angrily.

Loren just sneered: "You think... How did I get the 'Black Cross' back to where he was supposed to be?!"

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

"Black Cross... Seliol... It turned out to be... That's ......."

In the darkness, the blonde boy looked at the four figures with different expressions, but they were all very resolute.

The four evil gods who answered Asriel's question said no more, and the suffocating silence seemed to spread all the way to the end of the world.

Finally, the stunned young man snorted, and the corners of his pale mouth hooked up a trembling arc.

"Flutter!"

Asriel, who was smiling, made the four pairs of eyes stunned at the same time.

Then, without even a second of interval, the polite blonde boy burst out laughing as if he couldn't bear it at all.

"Puff haha......ha

The young man smiled forward and backwards, his smile distorted, his petite body trembling continuously, and the arms held in front of him pressed against his abdomen, as if he would laugh in the next second.

Four pairs of eyes with different expressions stared at the laughing figure silently, and the uninhibited smile echoed in the cold and dead darkness, looking terrifying and eerie.

"Hahaha... Hehe... Hahahaha... Heha......haha

Asrael, who was still laughing loudly, curled up like a shrimp, hugging his abdomen, his head bowed deeply, his shaking shoulders completely uncontrollable.

"Asrael ......"

Luton, known as the "Unbeliever", stepped out of the shadows with a hint of pity and sorrow on his expression: "I know that this is very unfair to you and to that Loren Turin, and you must be very resentful of us now, but ......"

"Resentment?!"

Asrael, who lowered his head, suddenly stopped and interrupted the words of the "unbeliever", and his slightly trembling voice seemed to have a slight gasp: "No, no, poor Ruton, you really misunderstood, I don't mean to be resentful at all." ”

"I'm just so happy, so happy, you know - I really thought you were different, convinced, changed, or actually blinded by that guy or something, but it turned out to be ......"

"You guys haven't changed at all, and you're still the same treacherous deserters, cowards, traitors, shameless gutter rats of the past!"

The "untrustworthy" who had been robbed was silent, and his eyes faded back.

"Forget it, Luton......" Diapo on the side of the "Ender" snorted coldly: "Why bother, how much do you think our noble Asrael can be stronger, our nature... It's all the same greed, meanness, shamelessness, and it makes no sense to measure it by how much. ”

"Why, Asriel, will you deny it, will you deny that the essence of your relationship with that stranger is to use each other?"

"Of course not!" Asrael was very frank, "The relationship between dear Loren and Asriel began with the use of each other, and we both hope to be able to accomplish something with the help of each other. ”

"That's why I'm happy... I'm glad you guys haven't changed, and you're willing to stand up, not because of what the Eagle King of the Azores said, but because everything he's going to do is good for you!"

"Blackcross Seriel was banished into the Void by dear Loren, and it was impossible to find a chance to return to the physical world anytime soon, and you realized... Something of a golden opportunity has arrived. ”

The muffled voice echoed in the darkness, and the falling white blonde hair blocked the boy's vision, making him look more like he was talking to himself:

"That's right, as long as you seize this time and use the hands of the Azorean elves to completely destroy the foundations of the Holy Cross in the physical world, you will have the opportunity to usurp everything that this 'terrible creation' has built;"

"And then... All you need to do is snatch two more Holy Grails to successfully complete the great vision left behind by the Dragon Kingdom and establish your own 'Heavenly Kingdom on Earth' on the ruins of the Holy Cross;"

"Even if Serol can still return to this world smoothly, you who control most of the material world and have two Holy Grails will have the strength to fight;"

"As for the Eagle King of the Azorean Elves... In your eyes, he is probably not much like a tool man, and when the use value is completely drained, he will be thrown aside by you, right?"

"And all of this is because dear Loren gambled his life and banished the 'Black Cross' Serol, who had nothing to do with him, to the void......"

Asriel slowly raised his head, a pair of scarlet eyes on his immature face, revealing sarcasm and madness.

"You're right, that's it. Diabo, the same mean "enderman", has no idea of denying it at all:

"We took advantage of you and the stranger, but who made him a stranger?"

"We also took advantage of the Eagle King of the Azorean elves, but who made him so insufficiency to swell and be unstoppable?"

"We are grateful for the stranger's contribution, but it was not our own request, nor did we ask the Elven Eagle King to join us, it was he who found the door himself......"

"We... It's just that all the convenient conditions are used to achieve a better result, Asrael. Diabo said coldly: "This is the best result for us. ”

"For the world, too, it is best to avoid being completely occupied by one will, and our differences will lead to a more open, unknown and uncertain future for the world. ”

"As for Loren Torino, it's a pity, but it's impossible for him to win... The Eagle King's Void Power was already above him, and after gaining our power... Even more so. ”

Diabo's cold voice fell like a judge's verdict.

And Asrael, whose expression is distorted, is still so cold and crazy.

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

"Just... That's it. ”

The indifferent Eagle King said coldly in a judgmental tone.

The left hand that was stretched out to him with the "spellcaster" in front of him was rigidly restrained by the rolling black mist, unable to move.

It was almost to the front door, but it was still impossible to get any closer than half a minute, and the distance of just a few inches was like a moat.

Eventually, the runes floating in the palm of the hand struggled unwillingly and dissipated into the darkness.

The Eagle King sighed lowly, not knowing whether it was a sigh of relief or pure emotion, and slowly raised his gaze to the figure behind the palm.

Loren Torino.

At this time, the black-haired wizard was unable to move and was restrained in the air, and more than ten black mist bound his neck, limbs, and all the joints on his torso from all directions.

As long as he dared to struggle, these "void powers" that seemed to be like substance could crush him into a pile of rotten meat.

Around his body, no less than a hundred black mist had turned into spears, aimed at all parts of his body, and in an instant, he could make Loren feel what it was like to "ten thousand arrows piercing his body".

He is like a prey in a spider's web, and no matter how much he struggles, he only hastened his own death.

"I believe that with your wisdom, you should have guessed that there was a trap the moment you rushed towards me. The Eagle King, who had finally regained his composure, met his dark pupils:

"But you rushed up anyway—because you knew that you had no chance of winning otherwise, that the gap between you and me was essentially a gap that could not be bridged by luck or chance, and that you were not even qualified to fight a fair fight with me without breaking my state of mind or limiting my power of the void. ”

"I knew it was a risk, but I still had to give it a try. ”

Sighing, the Eagle King shook his head, and there was something else in his expression: "I have to admit that His Excellency Loren Turin or... A stranger from another world, I was thoroughly touched by your indomitable spirit. ”

"Perhaps it is with this spirit that you have been able to reach a level that is almost comparable to mine in just a few years, and it may be less than one in ten thousand to banish the 'Black Cross' Serol to the void. ”

"As an enemy, a samurai, a king of elves... I respect your spirit and will, and when I succeed in usurping this world, I will let all living beings in the world know that there was once such a being as you. The Eagle King said calmly, "If possible, I may allow some creatures to worship you. ”

"Of course, that's all far away, in the future, for now, I'll let your men leave safely, and I promise that the rotting demons won't attack until they join up with the army of the Broken Mountain Fortress, so ......"

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, do you have any last words?"

The words fell, and the Eagle King, who said no more, quietly waited for the black-haired wizard's reply.

Loren, who looked indifferent, said softly in a meaningful tone:

"That's... That's it. ”

"yes. The Eagle King nodded, "It's time to end." ”

Finally... He finally gave up.

That's right, now that all the hole cards have been played, what else can he do to turn the tables?

"Smack!"

Snap your fingers lightly.

"Click... Click... Click......"

There was a continuous cracking sound, and the black mist that wrapped around the black-haired wizard's body broke all the joints in his body, and the "spears" that followed him couldn't wait to pierce his body.

Eyes, ears, cranial roof, chest, limbs......

The black mist that enveloped his whole body, after a brief stinging pain, completely deprived the black-haired wizard of all his senses, and his originally awake consciousness also completely fell into darkness with the pain that gradually disappeared.

Fall... Darkness that doesn't feel anything.