Blood gushes!

Under the gray-blue blade of the "Bright Silver", the girl was cut in two.

Still smiling, she fell peacefully into a pool of blood, and the bone scythe in her hand also disintegrated little by little in mid-air, silently turning into dust.

The severed corpse twitched, spurting blood soaking the soles of the black-haired wizard's boots.

Loren, whose body still maintained a sword-wielding posture, remained motionless, gasping for breath. Endure the wound on her waist and stare at Ariel's already gray face.

It's so easy...... It's even so easy that it's not normal.

An evil god who has almost recovered all his strength cannot be defeated so easily!

But the truth is in front of you, no matter what standard is used to describe her, she is dead, and she was killed by herself without warning.

Is that really the case?

The pool of blood under his feet gradually spread around. By some point, the deep dark red had covered most of the corridor.

The brazier in the hall was lit again!

Loren, who had expected it, immediately looked at the girl's corpse, the severed bones were actually melting, and in the blink of an eye, they were swallowed up by the surrounding plasma.

What exactly is this......

"Dear Loren, you don't know as much about the content of other people's 'legends' as you think. ”

Ariel's soft voice wafted through the halls of the corridor:

"The sacrifice is over...... And the real ritual of blood has just begun——!"

Just as the black-haired wizard stared in shock, a figure suddenly rose from the pool of blood that overflowed the corridor, struggling to his feet, holding the rusty sword in his right hand.

And around him, in every corner of the corridor hall, new figures were crawling out of the blood plasma, holding rusty iron swords, approaching him step by step.

Those hideously twisted but inexplicably familiar faces, these guys ......

It's all crazy about yourself.

The corners of the surprised black-haired wizard's mouth twitched slightly, inadvertently hooked.

Familiar black humor...... It's another "Asreel", exactly the same as a certain guy's bad taste.

Wielding a rusty iron sword, the "self" of the living dead is approaching step by step. The isolated black-haired wizard was already surrounded.

He knew when these enemies would pounce, because "they" were all himself, and they would fight in the safest and wildest way possible.

So these crude "living dead" ......

It is impossible not to be your own opponent.

Loren frowned slightly—if Asriel could understand, there was no reason why Ariel wouldn't have guessed this, and it was impossible for a few flesh puppets to defeat her.

This is just a means she uses to stall for time, and the real "blood ritual" is still to come.

The blood under his feet was still churning, and the first "living dead" to get up slowly raised his head, his hands holding up the iron sword in the most standard posture, and approached cautiously.

Loren coldly inserted the "bright silver" back into the scabbard, and looked at "himself" with his bare hands, his eyes full of provocation.

Come on!

The living dead didn't let him down - the moment he confirmed that the enemy was "unarmed", the rusty iron sword stabbed at Loren's chest!

The black-haired wizard's gaze flashed, and his right hand suddenly raised as he dodged sideways.

The wrist that swung the sword was instantly supported, and the cold iron sword was changed direction at the moment of falling, and it was stabbed into the abdomen of the "living dead"!

The living dead who were also aware of the enemy around them immediately rushed to the figure almost frantically, and launched an attack without reservation.

With a kick that stomped through the corpse of the enemy, Loren drew his iron sword and immediately turned to parry!

"Bell ——!!!!"

The rusted sword body shattered in response, but it also won a gap, and the broken sword in his right hand stabbed into the opponent's throat along with the hilt!

Kicking at the corpse of an enemy and knocking away the enemy behind him, the black-haired wizard slid to dodge the sneak attack behind him and took advantage of the opportunity to snatch the sword!

A sword cuts the throat!

Clenching his sword, Loren looked around, and the iron sword of Rulin surrounded him like an iron ring.

There's no room for dodging anymore......

No matter how fragile and vulnerable he is, with his numerical superiority, these "themselves" can still drive him into a corner, so that he has no chance to toss and turn.

The living dead were coldly surrounded around them, and they would never move until the black-haired wizard made a move, and they didn't even have any intention of rushing forward to fight.

They exist only to delay Ariel.

Loren's eyes narrowed into a slit, and he lowered his body, his long sword lying in front of him.

The left hand with the "spellcaster" gently brushed it, and the rusted blade shook and made a slight sound.

How can it be...... Will it make you happy?!

The living dead, who sensed the attack of the black-haired wizard, immediately approached, but Loren did not retreat, but stepped forward and stepped on the splatters of blood.

Long Sword Wheel Dance——!

In an instant, the screaming iron sword suddenly set off an invisible wave of qi, and only the sound of metal shattering could be heard wherever it touched.

Stepping, turning, swinging sword, slashing——!

"Come on!ah——!!!!h

With a roar, the black-haired wizard was drowned in blood and broken corpses.

"Come again——!!!!"

The heart-rending roar, fierce as a beast that had lost its mind, just like him once was, the iron sword in his hand swept through the realm like a storm, and only bright but deep red could be seen everywhere he passed.

The surrounding "Lorens" still rushed forward one after another, the gushing blood, the flying stumps, and the broken swords could not make them feel the slightest fear, and they raised the iron sword in their hands as stiffly as a puppet, attacking the remnant of the dancing sword.

And then...... Shredded.

"Boom ——!!!!"

The hurricane stopped suddenly, the blood in the air fell like a waterfall, and the black-haired wizard covered in blood seemed to be draped in a bright red cloak, and his body maintained the last movement of his sword.

The iron sword in his hand was already shattered by the burden.

But the battle is far from over.

The corpses soaked in the blood gradually melted like the bones of the girl, and the plasma under his feet gradually gathered in one direction as if it had life.

There are even limbs, organs, bones, and spine that have not completely melted away...... It was as if they had been summoned by a voice, and they were drowned in the pooled plasma.

Fearful, disgusting, confused, weird...... The emotions he had felt in front of Metzka made him deeply experience it again.

At this moment, Loren felt exactly that he was facing a terrible devil, a real evil god!

The pooled plasma gradually turned into a human form...... The girl wrapped in blood, or... Asrael, wielding her skeletal scythe, once again stood in front of the dark-haired wizard.

Throwing away the broken sword casually, Loren once again pulled out the "bright silver" and stared cautiously into the dark eyes.

Mezka's lesson taught him that he must not slack off in the face of evil gods, otherwise the end will be miserable.

There is no doubt that the intelligent "Asreel" must be more dangerous than Mezca.

"So desperate, desperate struggle...... It's tenacious. ”

Ariel stared at him quietly, her expression complex and deep.

"Why are you struggling so hard and continuing to suffer?"

"Because it's something I've been doing with all my might since the first day the world opened its eyes. Taking a difficult step forward, Loren Turin gritted his teeth and laughed:

"Alive. ”

"That's it?"

"Just for this!"

"I don't like this world, and to be honest, I actually hate it, because it's so out of place that you have to be careful every step you take, so much so that you have to live every day!"

"Then why hold on?"

"Because...... Only by persevering can I have a choice - it doesn't matter if it's difficult, painful, struggling, the important thing is that it's a choice I made, I got what I wanted, and I was willing to pay the price!"

Looking at the girl in front of him like a dead angel, Loren's expression was indifferent, and there was a little contempt:

"You won't understand this, you won't understand this......

You guys are too powerful. ”

Ariel stared at him without any rebuttal.

"You're right, Ariel really doesn't understand. The girl shook her head: "But one person may understand this, and the other ......

Someone who also loves Loren deeply. ”

Loren raised his eyebrows, and a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

The calm Ariel flickered slightly, and a small, familiar figure appeared behind her.

Loren's eyes widened!