Looking at all this around him, Black Cross Serial realized.

Loren Turin... Using himself as bait, he took advantage of the fact that he had to be distracted to contact the Holy Grail to distract himself, first verbally mocking, then opening up the dream world, and finally dreaming of the Ran......

The outpost battle, the recovery of the Golovin hills, which was twisted by itself, was interrupted again and again... All the preparations are for a short period of isolation from the outside world.

Loren Turin, a stranger, he had no idea what he had done!

He thought he was just doing everything he could to stop and destroy his plans, even kill himself... No, he doesn't understand, my power... Without the power of the Black Cross, the power of the Void that gradually began to erode the entire world under its own manipulation... will go berserk!

The material world will unleash a frenzied but futile revolt, and the forces of the void will become runaway beasts and dam-breaking torrents, tyrannical and unbridled erosion and destruction of everything, everything......

Wait a minute... Wait a minute.

In the dead darkness, Seriel's eyes flickered rapidly.

No... Yes, he understood, and the stranger knew that, and he knew what the consequences of doing so would be.

Gambling on the cost of potentially destroying the world, but also stopping and killing yourself.

Victory or destruction with your own hands.

Hehehehehehe......

I didn't expect it, I really didn't expect it... This stranger, who has always been cautious and timid as a mouse, would actually make such a crazy move at the end of the day, in order to get rid of the prying eyes and understanding from me, it is really hard to think.

You should be said to be crazy and can't see yourself clearly;

Or is it scheming, which can always surprise people......

"Loren Turin !!!"

At the moment of roaring, the black mist that swung with his palm collided with the blade of the "Dawn" greatsword.

"Bell!"

The sparks that bloomed before they could make a note, and they were annihilated in the darkness along with the golden-red light.

Like a substantial black mist, it flew the black-haired wizard out like tentacles, rolling in the darkness in embarrassment, kneeling on one knee with his sword, staring and gasping slightly.

The dream is absolutely fair... At the same time that Serol's connection with the Void Force of the outside world was cut off, his own Void Power and reaction were also completely locked.

To put it more bluntly, it is impossible for him to use any more Void Power until the end of the dream;

And if he hasn't defeated Serol by the end of the dream, it means that he has lost most of this battle, and at least the possibility of reversing the game is absolutely slim.

He gritted his teeth, constantly looking for the possibility and direction of the attack in the dark.

At the same time, Loren could hold on to the dream world and maintain the dream that could cut off the Black Cross, and if it weren't for the fact that the barrier between the two realms was almost opened, and time and space began to distort and blur, he was afraid that it would be two minutes at most.

And just now, Seliol must have guessed his plan, and if he couldn't do it, it would be too difficult to fool the Black Cross again.

But anyway, you have to give it a try.

"Boom!"

At the moment when the black-haired wizard acted, a huge sense of oppression came to his face.

The body that was full of excitement and blood seemed to be boiling seemed to have fallen into a quagmire, and the heart was beating desperately as if it was being caught, making the body very difficult to move.

Perhaps because the Void Reaction was locked and he lost his senses, Serol was unable to determine Loren's exact location, and this coercion did not completely restrict his movements.

Now is the time!

Wielding the Dawn greatsword, the black-haired wizard charges Serol.

"Bell!"

The black mist fell, and Loren's instinctive sword blade swept past him and dodged out of the area, and almost in the next second, the terrifying pressure had already arrived as expected when he slid to his side to dodge.

The body that felt the boiling blood instantly fell into an ice cave, and the black-haired wizard with clenched teeth jumped into the air to a distance of one meter above the ground.

"Boom!"

Not surprisingly, the churning black mist rushed forward like a tidal wave to where he was standing a second.

Loren, who was deprived of his senses and the power of the void by "fairness" in the darkness, could only judge the location of the Black Cross by the battle and the last trace of instinct to react to the void... Familiarity with spells is barely the only advantage of himself as a spellcaster.

The other party, like himself, is constantly moving while attacking, constantly using large-scale coercion and black fog, making it impossible for him to judge his exact location.

This kind of fighting method can't be avoided by yourself in theory, and you can't escape but... No matter how it changes, this is your own dream world after all.

And it was still "strengthened and improved" by Ain, mixed into the dream world of her valve power, so ......

Take a gamble.

Stopping suddenly, the black-haired wizard raised the Dawn greatsword above his head with both hands, and then threw it forward!

The whistling sword was like an arrow off the string, stabbing straight ahead.

"Boom!"

The black mist that touched the body of the "Dawn" big sword dissipated in pieces.

Well?!

Black Cross, who sensed the reaction of the power of the void, his face froze, and even if he couldn't see it, he couldn't confirm Loren's void reaction, but he could detect the movement of the black mist being torn apart.

And the momentum of destruction is rapidly approaching itself in a straight line.

Discovered?

Could it be that Loren Turin, whose senses and void power were locked up by himself, had another way to confirm his position?

Or is it just a façade for him to attract his attention?

Seriel frowned, having been cut off from the Void, he had lost his greatest reliance, to fight an invisible enemy with the few remaining strengths, completely within the rules set by the black-haired wizard.

The development of the situation is beyond his control, and more importantly, all this is not in his plan and expected, he did not expect Loren to make such a crazy move to the extreme.

I see......

Do you think that as long as you are desperate and no longer so cautious, you can escape the situation that I control and see through, and you can change the future... Loren Turin?

You're thinking wrong!

Seliol's right hand swung forward, and at that moment, all the black mist no longer maintained its uninterrupted momentum as before, and it seemed to rush towards the stabbing "Dawn" greatsword.

"Bang bang bang!"

In normal times, it would be impossible for a single Mithril weapon to do much damage to the Void Power of the Black Cross, but now that Serol was completely cut off from the outside world, he lost his absolute superiority and suppression, and the situation was reversed in an instant.

Patches of black mist were wiped away with the sword blades that pierced straight ahead, but what followed was still blocking it at all costs and even completely surrounding it.

The black mist, terrifying enough to kill Loren ten thousand times, proved Seriel's determination at this moment.

At least at this moment, he also temporarily put aside the connection he had established with the Nine-Pointed Star Holy Grail, and concentrated on obliterating the last death struggle of this world in front of him, and obstructing the strangers who destroyed his plans again and again.

"Bang!"

Although no sound could be heard, Selyol accurately made the judgment that "the weapon landed".

In other words, whether he dies or not, this stranger has lost the last means to hurt himself!

It's over......

"Poof!"

There was a muffled sound, and Seliol, who couldn't hear or see clearly, was shocked.

Myself... It seems to be something... Running through from behind?

Fooled, the tossed Mithril Greatsword is just a front he uses to attract his attention, and the real goal is to confirm his position with it, a fatal blow from the shadows!

But... How can it be?!

In addition to the "Dawn" sword in Loren Turin's hand, how could he have a weapon that hurt himself... Yes!

Black Cross suddenly realized.

Dragon's Teeth?!

That weapon that Einlander forged for him!

When and why didn't you notice it......

In disbelief, he lowered his head, his raised right hand trembling and reaching out to his chest.

"Poof!"

There was another sound of flesh tearing, and the spear that pierced through his chest came out from behind him again before he could touch it.

With a flick of the spear, the invisible liquid drew a semicircle around the black-haired wizard;

In the next second, the tip of the Mithril forged spear was raised again, and it was a sweep aimed at the figure of the Black Cross.

"Give... I... Dead !!!"

The tip of the gun danced, and the figure that was split in two fell to the ground.

"Whew... Call... Whew......"

Gasping for breath and trembling, the black-haired wizard clutched the dragon's tooth gun tightly, trying to regain some energy.

Although it was only for a short time, the energy and body were being consumed in an avalanche, and it would not take much more time to reach the limit, and it would be impossible to continue to maintain the dream.

Without even looking, Loren could guess that his face must be ugly now.

It worked... But there was too much luck to it, and it was far from over, so it wouldn't be surprising that the black-haired wizard would be up immediately by now in Serial.

But at least a little bit of time can be bought to snatch the Nine-Pointed Star Holy Grail from the hands of the Black Cross......

"Boom !!!"

The terrifying sense of oppression struck again, leaving Loren unable to move as he reached out to take the Holy Grail.

The dark-haired wizard with an ugly expression desperately opened his eyes wide, as if he could see Serol's split body remerging, twitching and standing up like a zombie.

"Funny little trick... It's a lot of fun. ”

The cold and piercing voice sounded in Loren's mind: "It's a pity, it's just a little bit, it's just a little bit ......"

"If you could snatch the Holy Grail from me at the same time at that moment, you might have wiped me out, but it's a pity......"

"That's impossible!"

Loren, who was motionless, twitched the corners of his mouth very hard, expressing helplessness.

"But now, the farce is coming to an end... You won't be able to hold on to a spell of this level for long, and you've been wiped out by my own hands long before that. ”

The convulsive Seliol slowly raised his arms from both sides, and his body, which had not yet fully recovered, was reluctantly spliced together by the black mist, and the flesh and blood that had regrown from the cross-section of the wound were like tentacles.

Maintaining such a weak state when he was cut off from the power of the Void, at any time before, Serial would first take retreat as the first goal, sooner or later, and time would be meaningless to him.

But only now or rather... This stranger in front of him......

Have to... Wipe it out now!

Have to... Let him clearly understand what the end of challenging himself is!

Countless black mist swept up again, rushing towards the black-haired wizard, and after being wiped out by the "Dawn" sword, the amount of memory left in the dream was still enough to kill a human tens of thousands of times.

"Boom !!!"

The thick black mist condensed into substance, like tens of thousands of worms, pounced on the figure standing with a gun in the darkness.

"Huh?!"

Seliol, who was vaguely aware of something, shook slightly, dodging to the side and rolling up a black mist in front of him.

"Bang!"

The sound of breaking through the air sounded, and the black mist in front of him shattered instantly, and the torn spear "Dragon's Tooth" and the black cross passed by, leaving only a deep bloodstain on his cheek.

The coercion of the suppression was instantly lifted, and Loren, who was surrounded by the black mist, immediately rushed out and rushed straight in the direction where he had just thrown the dragon's teeth.

"Don't think!"

With a flick of annoyance, the black cross waved his backhand, and the surging black mist swept around the body of the dragon's fang, completely engulfing the tip of the spear.

The black-haired wizard tumbled to the ground, his right hand reaching out to his side, gripping the hilt of the sword that had fallen there.

The hilt of the great sword "Dawn"!

In the next second, the spear "Dragon Fang" bound by the black mist had already attacked from behind.

The tip of the Mithril spear tore at the endless darkness and slammed into the back of the black-haired wizard's neck.

I can't hear or see, but I guessed that Serol would never let go of his Loren, and while holding the hilt of his sword, he swung it backwards with his body.

"Whew!"

The blade and tip of the spear pulled out a string of sparks, and the deflected spear brushed past the black-haired wizard, and the moment the spear flew by, the black-haired wizard immediately reached out his left hand and grabbed the end of the spear.

Then aligned straight ahead, and another round of sweeping.

"Poof!"

The tip of the spear slashed past Serol's neck, blood gushing out.

Loren, who confirmed the hit, did not pounce as immediately as he had just done, but retreated some distance backwards.

With his left hand waving the "Dragon's Teeth" horizontally, and his right hand setting up the "Dawn", he opened a distance of about ten steps from Serol and secretly observed.

"Bang!"

As expected... At the same time as Loren dodged backwards, the black mist that overflowed from the Black Cross's body spread out in an explosive manner, erasing everything around him.

"Loren Turin... Your ability to survive is always a surprise to me. ”

The cold words of the Black Cross sounded in the black-haired wizard's mind again, and it was obvious that just now, while retrieving the dragon's teeth, he was also captured by Seriel in his exact location:

"Whenever I thought you were going to stop there, your disgusting figure stood before me again and again, and continued to make me sick. ”

Thanks for the compliment.

The black-haired wizard shrugged unconcernedly.

"But this time... You've done everything you can, but you've made a fatal mistake!"

Well?

"You'd think you'd be able to win a chance by cutting off my connection with the Void Powers of the outside world, but ......" Seriel's voice was full of mockery:

"The thirst for information and great power is the instinct of every void consciousness, even if... It's those lower beings who have only instincts. ”

"When you opened your dream world in the Temple, and you used such a powerful spell to burst out with such a powerful void reaction... What will they do with the millions of monsters in the city?"

"When they swarm and destroy at any cost, your dream world, which is already close to its limit......"

"And how much longer?"