As if he had finally noticed something, the "Fanenscist" with a contemptuous expression suddenly shook his body.

But it's too late......

The black mist that swept towards Loren dissolved and dissipated as it shuddered, and before it could get close to his body, it had completely evaporated in the air and disappeared.

Like the dew and mist in the morning, the dying struggle cannot stop the final fate.

And that's not all that shocked him.

On the walls, on the floor, on stone tables, stone tablets...... Throughout the room, all the blood stains flowed as if they had come to life, emitting a gray-blue glow.

Ultimately... This flowing plasma, with a strange pattern, spreads all over the room.

The stunned "Phanesis" turned his gaze to the black-haired wizard's hand with difficulty—the tattered nine-pointed star chalice was the source of all the patterns.

"It's... The power of the Nine-Pointed Star Grail?" His face was hard to see, and he stared at the cup in Loren's hand: "No, it can't be, the power of the Holy Grail will never be able to do this, it is used to ......"

"To blur the gap between two worlds... yes, I knew you would say that. ”

Wheezing, Loren still collapsed in a pool of blood in front of the door, and the corners of his bloodless mouth hooked up a smile: "Typical... The idea of a Void Lifeform. ”

The Holy Grail of the Nine-Pointed Star was always held by him in his trembling right hand:

"But the truth is, it can really be done - with a little faith, a little bit of thinking that breaks common sense, you can use the characteristics of the Nine-Pointed Star Holy Grail to completely expel the power of the void from the material world. ”

"Anyone, not even a wizard, even... It's a madman with a middle two disease!"

Seliol stared at him, his face hideous and twisted to the extreme.

In the moment when the two of them were talking, the magic array on the ground had gradually completed its final form.

High-level spells, dreams of the Ran.

From the very beginning, this spell was not intended for wizards, but against the evil gods... Distort a piece of space, isolate all void forces, and shape it according to your own ideas.

That's right... As long as you use the power of the nine-pointed star chice to open and blur the boundaries between void and matter, you can use this high-level spell to expel Fanesis, an evil god who has not completely "fallen", from the material world.

It would have been difficult to do this with the former "Farnesis", as he didn't know anything about it - and "Serol" was the opposite, he knew too much about the power of the Grail of the Nine-Pointed Star and how to use it.

And the more you know, the easier it is to be overconfident in yourself and produce "blind spots".

Good swimmers... Drowning.

"Smack!"

Snap your fingers slightly.

The floor beneath his feet, and even the entire room, crumbled at a speed visible to the naked eye, falling into the abyss.

The whole room was like a black pool, and it was like a spiritual temple—or a spiritual temple, which was originally "shaped" by wizards and a haven in the void world.

And now... But they stand "in the middle" of the gates of the void and the material world.

A trace of panic finally appeared on Seliol's extremely cold face: "Loren Turin, you want to ......"

"It seems that what I just said is not clear enough, Venerable Black Cross. Loren chuckled weakly, biting his lower lip:

"I said... It's time to unplug the cable!"

At that moment, a thick black mist stretched out from the abyss, and he held down the right hand of "Fanescist" and dragged him downward.

Without hesitation, "Farnesis" immediately tore off his right arm, but more and more "hands" reached out from under his feet and climbed up towards his body.

Gasping for breath, Loren rarely showed a smug smile.

But the next moment, the situation suddenly changed!

In an instant, it was as if something had exploded in his mind, causing the black-haired wizard to shake all over his body and his mind go blank.

"Ahh——!!!!h

The black-haired wizard's face was twisted to the extreme, and the intense tinnitus seemed to pierce directly from the ear to the brain—a heart-rending pain.

"This is the power of the Void... Crawler. Farnes, who was grabbed by countless "hands", sneered, and his expression became more and more hideous:

"There is a price to pay for entering the material world from the void, don't you think you don't need it the other way around, mole ant?!"

"Even if you are a stranger from another world, even if your spirit and matter are not separated—you still have to pay the price if you want to open the door of the void!"

Loren gritted his teeth, trembling from head to toe.

That's when ... The pain suddenly disappeared.

No, it's not gone, it's blocked, it's like... It's like putting on headphones and not being able to hear the sound outside, it's blocked.

Well?!

The black-haired wizard jerked his head down and looked at his chest—beneath his clothes, a long, vertical shape shimmering with stars.

This is... Valkyrie feathers?

Serol was startled at first, and then he roared angrily when he noticed the abnormality:

"Brünnhilde ——!!!!"

The black-haired wizard in a trance gasped for breath, took the feather out of his clothes with his left hand, and held it up straight to the roaring "Farnesis" with a trembling voice.

At this moment, he didn't really know why, the "spell" in that paragraph seemed to drill directly into his mind, so he did it:

"The power that reigns over the earth, bearing the name of domination, will carve eternal runes on the rock walls at the end of the world......"

It turned out that the more "tentacles" stretched out to the body of "Fanesthe", and the pale face had been distorted to the extreme: "No! No! You can't do it! Brunhilde, you actually use the power I possess you? Who gave you the courage to make you a really dare to ......?"

Before he could finish speaking, a tentacle pierced the jaw of "Fanescis" and grabbed his tongue;

The dislocated jaw is dragged by the small semi-fast muscles, and the throat is completely exposed... Half of his face was torn apart, and his expression became more and more terrifying.

"In the abyss of the vast abyss of the Hanhai Sea, the creatures of this world will be guarded, and their pure white faith will eventually dissipate and turn into a dark ...... like silt"

The black-haired wizard with trembling legs leaned against the door wall and slowly stood up.

The pain and weakness in the body are gradually diminishing, and even the wounds and mental damage on the body are recovering rapidly, and it is faster than speaking, even faster than charging.

How does this work?

Loren, who was equally stunned, couldn't help but recall what Valkyrie had said to him before she disappeared.

...... To become stronger, to become stronger than we once were, and then to break the destiny that was originally destined to be ......

Whose fate is it, or is it something that is predetermined?

...... I hope it's a little different from ours......

Brunhilde, she and the "Black Duke" Roland, have also experienced a similar situation as themselves?

Loren's mind was full of doubts, but there was no doubt about one thing... If it weren't for the feathers left by Brunhilde, the best outcome of his seemingly "perfect" plan would have been to die with Seliol.

"Cities dotted with stars, defending the world, the sound of spears and blades clashing endlessly, the land of light covered with bright red plasma, and the mountains, rivers and lakes full of wolves and smoke......"

The increasingly determined black-haired wizard raised his head and stared at the figure of "Farnesis", and his voice became more and more determined:

"Those who break the shackles of fate are doomed to a life of ups and downs, and those who defend freedom vow to ......fight against tyranny and dictatorship."

"Don't be too complacent!"

Even if half of his face was torn apart, "Farnesis" was still able to make the same sound as the original, and the unwilling roar was only more dull and terrifying:

"Just because you villains, puppets, scumbags, and reptiles want to defeat me? I want you to pay the price, I want to wipe out all of you from this world!"

In the next second, the madness on his face suddenly disappeared, replaced by ruthless coldness,

Boom ——————!!!!

A huge sense of oppression suddenly struck, and Loren's body was shocked, and he was directly forcibly pressed and fell to his knees.

Forcefully smashed the nine-pointed star chalice in his right hand to the ground, barely allowing himself to collapse directly to the ground, but that's all... The painful oppression almost stopped his heart, and Loren's expression on his face was distorted to the extreme, and he wanted to crush his teeth.

"Ahh I'm sorry, I know how much hope is too much to give the ants, but... Heha......"

With a chilling laugh, the last half of "Farnesis" had a playful smile on his face: "True despair is never the darkness of the night." ”

"The real despair is the dawn that is obliterated!"

As the words fell, he lifted his remaining arm and slammed it down.

Smack——!

Without warning, the black-haired wizard lay directly in a pool of blood, as if he had been hit directly in the spine and ribs by a heavy hammer, and let out a wail.

The torn tattered "Fanenscist" enjoyed the scene in front of him with great enjoyment.

Firm faith is shattered, the last hope is extinguished, and the generous and righteous are forced to live in humiliation......

Look at his expression... Even if he succeeds, what will he do? It will only be a little more than a moment's breath - the death knell has sounded, and the Holy Cross will eventually take his place.

He had no chance to stop himself!

Even if they got a stranger and wanted to use this reptile to bury variables, but... I've already won.

The crippled body, looking down condescendingly at the black-haired wizard lying on the ground, elegantly opened his remaining arms, and smiled weirdly:

"Come on, reptile, don't you swear to defeat me... I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. ”

"I... Merciful and generous Seriel, grant you this opportunity, a... A chance to kill the gods!"

Loren raised his head unwillingly, struggled to prop up his body with his knees and right hand, and gasped sharply:

"Those who pursue ideals can never be happy and comfortable... Companion!"

Boom ——!!!!

Loren, who lost his balance, fell to the ground again.

Ten Steps......

The smiling Serol shook his head "helplessly", like a naughty naughty boy who saw a staggering climb.

As a high-level spell, the Dream of Ranrans also has an upper limit on time... If it can't end before the shrinking "abyss" is completely annihilated, everything that is fighting for is ......

will be worthless!

"Defiled glory, despised dignity ......"

Bang——!

The black-haired wizard who was smashed down hard came from deep in his throat with a low moan.

Five steps......

Already... Sight.

"In the name of sorrow, to uphold its justice and glorious ......"

Three-step ......

The heart had stopped beating, and the chest and throat were tightly contained.

Under the pain and wailing of the torn muscles, he couldn't get even half a step closer.

In a trance, the black-haired wizard lying on the ground didn't even have the strength to raise the feathers in his hands.

Looking down at his trembling and desperate expression, "Fanecis" laughed more and more maniacally.

"Poof——!

It was the sound of a sharp blade piercing the skull, sticking out of the throat.

Seliol's eyes drooped in disbelief, staring at the sharp blade sticking out of his mouth.

"Thank you for the reminder, Lord Farnesis......"

Panting heavily, the gray-eyed boy clenched the hilt of the sword in his hand tightly:

"This time, it's the head that stabs!"

As soon as the words fell, Loren felt that a certain "existence" in his chest began to beat again, and the feeling of oppression that could almost crush his body disappeared in an instant.

Loren first took a deep breath as if he had just come to life, then he stood up, raised the feather in his right hand, and roared out with all his strength:

“...... Lingering... Raise the banner of the last resistance——!!!!"

Countless tentacles stretched out, instantly enveloping the remaining remnants of "Fanesis", along with his scattered flesh and sword blades piercing the cranial cavity, and dragged them into the abyss.

Seriel, who was still "dying" and struggling, kept tearing his body constantly, but the harder he struggled, the stronger the tentacles around him became;

Fingers, ribs, thighs, brains, spine, shoulder armor, spleen, ...... Under the tugging, biting, and tearing of countless pairs of "tentacles", they became countless fragments of flesh and blood.

In the end, all of them, without exception, fell into the black abyss, and there was not even a drop of blood left.

The calm "surface of the water" immediately set off a large area of waves, undulating and undulating, and more black mist continued to stretch out under the ripples of the shock, rushing towards the black-haired wizard and the equally dying Lusen on the side.

But all the "tentacles" were all blocked by the "starlight" of the Valkyrie feathers.

The nightmare fades, the darkness clears... In just a few seconds, bloodstains, void power, magic arrays, and abysses ...... All dissipated with the "Fanecist", and nothing remained.

The Valkyrie's feathers, which were clutched tightly by Loren, also gradually withered, like burned embers, turning into flying ashes and floating in the air, flying all over the sky.

In the empty room, only Loren and Lusen were left, slumping to the ground weakly, looking at the ceiling in a trance, for some reason.

The rest... There was nothing left.