Chapter Seventy-One: Facing Fear (I)

"Really...... It's been so long, so long that I've almost forgotten about you. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info Dear Mezka, we finally meet again. ”

Asrael stopped in the dark void, his expression extremely playful, staring at the monster in front of him with his hands behind his back, and there was even a hint of nostalgia in his scarlet pupils.

"As...... Rare ......"

The sound of the wind in his ears became a sound in a dark void.

"Even now, you're so stupid, dear Madza. The boy smiled: "Fear, fear, greed...... But stupid, poor Madza. ”

"Asrael... Unwise... Asrael ......"

"That's right, we're all stupid in the face of that will. Otherwise, how could he have fallen to such a point, and how could he have 'fallen' to this point?" the young man was calm and calm, and his scarlet pupils exuded a strange luster: "But I am different from you, I am lucky. ”

"If I hadn't been patient enough, I'm afraid I'd be the ugly one you are now—a rotten, tattered, lingering, dying shell to sustain my existence in this world, twisted and monstrous monsters. ”

"It's not appropriate to say that, but I'd rather disappear if I want to be like you. Asriel said lightly: "After all, monsters are to be killed after all, and Metzka, today is your death!"

"Asrael... No way... Kill me......"

"Yes, I can't—I'm too weak compared to you. ”

A smile appeared in the young man's delicate face: "But he can, he doesn't belong here, Loren Turin, who is completely integrated with spirit and matter, can completely wipe you out from two levels!"

"I'm so sorry, but I don't want to go back to the cellar anymore, I don't want to be a reservoir dog again. All existence that threatens this must be erased. Asriel's voice grew colder and colder: "And you, dear Metzka, you are the grave threat!"

"Asrael... Unwise... Hypocritical... Asrael ......"

Sighing, the young man's eyes exuded a trace of pity: "It's really sad to see the last traces of his former companion erased from this world!"

Asrael, with a playful smile, snapped his fingers lightly.

........................ In the dark of midnight, crumbling towers and walls, and at the edge of which there is no bottomless abyss, the towering Vimpal Castle.

And, of course, the black sun burning in the sky, this is what Loren's inner subconscious sees after it invades reality in reverse!

It's a familiar landscape. Slowly opening his eyes, the corners of Loren's mouth, who stood up from the ground, hooked up a touch of helplessness - why is the dream in his heart like this...... A picture full of tragedy?

Loren, who held the "Heart of the Tree" in his right hand, stepped forward slowly, approaching the center of the castle little by little, the dark and huge body of "Madska" covered half of the castle, and the shadows looked hideous and strange under the black sun.

It was a humanoid, or ogre-looking, tree, with a huge rotten trunk that was rotting and decaying, and thick pus was oozing from under the cracked epidermis, and the leaves had long since withered, leaving only the broken trunk and rotten branches.

The trunks on both sides of the tree grew rotten wood that resembled "limbs", but it could not support the huge body of the tree that was still bleeding pus, and under the canopy, near the head, were three tattered and black hollows, as if they had been forcibly smashed out, turning into its "eyes" and "mouth".

If you ignore the obvious mutations, "Metzka" is nothing more than a decaying cloud-canopy tree, forcibly twisted into an almost ogre shape.

"It's ugly. There was a disdainful sneer on the black-haired wizard's face, "I thought it was going to be something, but it turned out to be even more disappointing than a certain guy!"

Despite the relaxed and freehand look on his face, Loren's whole body was already tense, and his left hand, which was covered by cold sweat, had already grasped the hilt of the "Bright Silver" sword, and his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

No matter how much he looks down on him, he can't really be unprepared for confronting an evil god head-on - this time there is an essential difference between the enemy and the mutant creature like a vampire or an ogre!

With its sheer size alone, it's hard to really hurt it - even if you can burn its branches with the "Turin Fire", I'm afraid it will only hurt a little bit of the skin, and it can't really be fatal at all.

Twisted, terrifying, hideous, disgusting, and terrifying...... This is the emotion that Loren is feeling right now, and even just looking at it makes him extremely uncomfortable from head to toe.

This is the face and terrifying aura of the evil god who has descended into the world!

"Metzaca", who had always been in place, suddenly moved, her limbs supported between the towers and the ruins of the city walls, and her huge body kept moving in the center of the castle, and the tattered hollow stared at Loren like a pitch-black abyss.

"Outlander... Slay... Outlander... Kill him ......"

The sound of a bitter cold wind came from the hollow of the tree, echoing in the burning black sun, like the cry of the soul of the dead, which was terrifying.

"Boom!"

The branch-like palm fell from the sky without warning, and Loren, who retreated and dodged, was almost half a step away from being shot to pieces, barely balancing his body with the "heart of the tree" so that he was not blown away.

"Kill him... Outlander... Slay... Stranger ......"

Loren, who leaped into the ruins of the tower, heard the hollow howl, and his small figure was nothing to mention in front of "Mezca".

Before he could stand still, Metzka let out another terrible howl—the wind howled, and the remaining towers instantly collapsed under Metzaka's palms, and the shattered rubble rained down from the sky, and it was too late to dodge!

"Turin Fire"-!

The boiling fireball rose into the air, bursting into golden-red fireworks in mid-air, and all the bricks and tiles in the area where the explosion reached instantly melted, falling from the sky like a rain of fire!

The "arm" was ignited by the Mezka's howl, and the flames slammed down on the black-haired wizard again. Without hesitation, Loren immediately hid behind a wall that had not yet collapsed.

"Boom!"

The earth shook with the sound of piercing his eardrums, as if a cloud of smoke and dust had been raised from the smashed earth, and the huge wind and waves instantly destroyed the wall where he was hiding.

"Kill... Outlander... Kill him ......"

What a hurry, a somewhat embarrassed Loren stood up from the rubble, and looked at Madza, who was still screaming loudly, the huge figure slowly moving towards him.

I'm afraid that the ogres outside have already reacted and started to attack the Valley of the Eternal Night Forest, right?

In other words, I have to end this fight as soon as possible...... In order to survive, Metzka will definitely be desperate to mobilize the surrounding ogres, and the expedition team will not last long.

Go all out and try to take out this guy in the shortest possible time!

"Kill the stranger... Slay... Stranger ......"

As if she had suddenly woken up, Mezka was moving significantly faster than she had just been, and in just a moment she had turned her head towards Loren.

A cut in the rubble-scratched scalp was made, dyeing the hair on his right sideburn a dark red. The black-haired wizard slowly raised his wand.

"You know, this wand is called 'Heart of the Tree' - it's a pretty good name, but I'm not very good at naming names. ”

"What's more, it's still the brainchild of that little fool, and this power should be ceded to others...... Unfortunately, I had a name for it from the beginning, but it didn't work out in the end, which is a bit of a pity. ”

Standing still, Loren muttered, and in his own words, he pulled out the "bright silver" behind him, and fixed it firmly to the end of his wand—and in an instant, the original wand turned into a spear.

"So I had to settle for the next best thing and use my name here. Lowering the head of the spear, gray-blue light spat out from the silver-plated blade like flames, and a hideous smile appeared at the corner of the black-haired wizard's mouth:

"It's called Dragon's Tooth!"