“...... Farewell. ”

Dressed in black, Ariel raised the long scythe of the skeletal scythe, and her steps were as graceful as a dancer on ice, and she struck at him.

Cold hands and feet, rapid heartbeat, dilated pupils......

Although I don't know why, at this moment Loren did feel fear, a real, fear of death, so that his body stiffened and did not obey him.

It was as if he was not in a battle but was escorted to the altar, beheaded by the executioner as a sacrifice in the limelight of all people, and then cut open his chest with a sharp axe, and took out the heart that was still beating alive and gushing with blood, and offered it to God as a gift!

I don't know why, but I... I'm just... He's dead?

Wait a minute... No, something has to be done, even if the body can't move, at least the consciousness is awake, which means that you can still use the spell, think about it... Peter Fasa used to be... How so......

“...... As you might think, Loren, the Night's Watch spell is probably the world's most special 'wizarding spell' - the three core of which are even designed entirely for combat, and follow the principles of simplicity and practicality. ”

"'Transcendence' with the most obvious effect and the strongest side effects can greatly improve reaction and insight ability;"

"The most practical 'Force Impact' - many of the Night's Watch's combat tactics can knock enemies away with a little practice, and the skilled can even attach power to weapons, Edward is the best at this, his bayonet sword can pierce the strongest armor!"

"And then there is the one that many of the Night's Watch have not mastered, but which is no less practical...... Because the name alone is hard to hear, and most of the Night's Watch's spiritual halls can only engrave two high-level spells, and it can only be effective when it is near death, so there are not many people who have mastered it, and it is called ......"

Called... What's coming ......

Ariel had already thrown herself into her arms, and the cold skeletal scythe fell head-on!

"Poof——!

Blood gushed out, and the slashing scythe nearly cut the black-haired wizard in two, and his body fell back uncontrollably, watching his plasma fly with a blurred vision.

It must have hurt...... Ariel stared sadly at the fallen Loren, no matter how strong he was, such a wound and bleeding would be enough to take his life.

He is still just a "human", and his body is still just a fragile flesh and blood, absolutely impossible......

Ariel, who suddenly felt something, widened those dark eyes!

Impossible!

The figure lying in a pool of blood slammed into the chest, as if it had been hit in the chest by a giant hammer, and its eyes shrank to regain focus, and then every muscle, every bone, every vessel......

The body is like the most sophisticated instrument, completing the "debugging" at an unimaginable speed, starting to function again in the most perfect state, and gradually being re-controlled by consciousness.

It was as if the wound never existed...... The unbelievable maiden, with wide eyes, watched the black-haired wizard get up from her pool of blood, knelt on the ground, gasping for breath, and struggled to look up and look at her:

"I'm sorry, but I still have a hand!"

Loren, who was out of breath, gritted his teeth desperately.

"Death now"——!

This was supposed to be a means of faking death to deceive the enemy, and it could indeed save lives in the event of death, but it was just to repair the void erosion caused by the fatal wounds on the body, and even a real wizard would never be able to resist.

But for Loren Torino, this is the last thing he needs to worry about!

Ariel's expression was so ugly that the black-haired wizard could even feel that the girl was staring at him with incredulous eyes.

It's like an abrupt note, a superfluous footnote – everything that was originally perfectly harmonious is broken the moment he gets back on his feet!

At this moment, the embarrassed Loren Turin smiled extremely brightly, obviously even holding the "bright silver" with his right hand was trembling, obviously he had just gotten up, and he couldn't even stand steadily.

But I've seen through your means, dear Ellie...... No, Asriel, your abilities are as good as your legends.

Blood Sacrifice!

From the moment I saw those black eyes, and even from the moment I stepped into this corridor hall, everything that happened was a "blood ritual" carefully prepared for myself:

The advent of the Angel of Death is the beginning of the ceremony;

The whispering voice in the ears is a prayer before the execution;

When the sickle is raised, it is a sacrifice to the gods—and the sacrifice should naturally be joyful and fearful, and if nothing else, the knife just now should have even his own heart cut out.

"It's a pity...... A sacrifice that is not successfully offered cannot be offered a second time. Taking the first step with difficulty, Loren, whose mouth trembled, struggled to maintain the sneer on his face, and the "Bright Silver" in his left hand pointed to the "Asriel" in front of him.

The girl stared at him deadly, silent, and the skeletal scythe in her hand had been raised again.

"In return, I give you the most middle two words I heard in my last life. The black-haired wizard murmured softly, gray-blue patterns once again appeared under his cheeks, and his eyes burned:

"The deceased does not die, but will rise again!

It's even stronger——!!!!"

At the moment of the roar, the girl had already swung her knife again, and the ground cut by the scythe set set off black smoke like a poisonous snake.

Loren chuckled, and the tip of the "Bright Silver" sword once again bloomed with gray-blue light.

He didn't mean to dodge at all, and snapped his fingers with his left hand.

"Fire of Turin"

"Boom ————!!!!"

Black and red are intertwined, and they are instantly torn apart!

No, it would be more accurate to say that at that moment, the Turin fire was completely covered in black smoke, and it did not burst out with the power it should have - but this is not the point, this time the girl did not disappear, but chose to retreat.

How could Loren let go of such an opportunity?!

The gray-blue afterimage pounced like a falcon, and the girl who noticed it immediately swept it with a scythe, and the black smoke and dust dispersed like a fan, and the attacker who was forced back rolled and dodged in embarrassment, and the smoke that slipped over his shoulder was still like an insect, leaving a biting wound on his shoulder.

But he didn't stop.

One retreat only allowed him to change the direction of his attack, looking for an opportunity to close the distance, and slashed each other with the gray-blue "blade" in his hand and the bone scythe!

Ariel smiled, and looked at Loren with only regret and sadness.

The moment he stood up again, it was no longer the battle she had expected.

She finally understood why Mezka had fallen at the hands of Loren...... Even if he could defeat him, he could only stop him once, or even only delay him, and when the Blood Ritual failed, he had lost his only chance to kill him.

As he himself said......

The deceased does not die, but it will rise again, and its momentum will be even stronger!

Despicable Asrael, this was all planned by you, right?, Ariel sighed softly, and the dancing scythe flew with the thin figure, falling like a waterfall of black smoke.

The black-haired wizard slid backwards, scurrying out of the scythe that fell from the sky. But the girl who landed on the ground did not pause, and rushed towards him like a ghostly dragging a long sickle!

If you retreat, you will lose the opportunity to attack again, and if you attack, the raised scythe will instantly pierce you.

There is only one opportunity, and there is no room for hesitation.

In an instant, the black-haired wizard wielding a gray-blue blade rushed straight forward!

The sprinting Loren left only an afterimage, and the girl who had already noticed it stopped, and the upside-down skeletal scythe was strung across the right side of her body, waiting for the figure to step into its range.

Ariel's eyes were cold and filled with deep affection.

Dear Loren, no matter what, you will eventually lose, but no matter how many times, I can be with you......

The pitch-black scythe raised an elegant arc from her, and the tip of the knife was aimed at the black-haired wizard who was about to step into range, and it was only a single blow to slash him through the waist.

"Bell ——!!!!"

Ariel's eyes widened!

At that moment, Loren did not swing his sword, but stubbornly pressed the tip of his sword against the long handle of the scythe, almost grazing the edge to avoid the scythe!

No, that couldn't be, even so, the length of the scythe still exceeded that of "Bright Silver", and he was still injured, and the wound on his waist was the best evidence.

But Loren didn't care anymore - he had already stepped into the "blind spot" of the skeletal scythe, and no matter how sharp the scythe was within two feet, it was impossible to push himself back!

He held up the "Bright Silver", just as he had imitated the wandering knight Leonardo, who was just a small squire.

Raise your sword with both hands, tilt your head overhead, and ......

Chop ——!!!!