The gray-blue sword shone again, leaving a shadow of light that turned around and disappeared with Loren's galloping figure. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Time was running out for him - there was no concept of time in the Void Dream, but with every second of his delay, the number of sacrifices of the expedition outside the Valley of the Eternal Night Forest would continue to increase!

These elven war dancers, who had nothing to do with themselves, believed in themselves wholeheartedly, and even risked their lives to win themselves this extremely slim chance, even if most of them did not know what Mezka meant.

They just saw a hope, a straw for a drowning man, believing that they could really put an end to this ogre invasion, believing that their sacrifice was meaningful!

Curnow, Graceas, Leah, Isuria...... There are many more elves whose names they don't even know, and for their own words, a mission that seems impossible at all, they follow themselves to the point of no return.

It's stupid to give up even your life for the sake of someone else's promises and goals, isn't it?

But it was for the sake of these foolish elves that he could feel his incomparable anger, and the boiling flames burned in the center of his chest, making him desperately want to roar, and his originally sober reason was extremely fragile at this moment.

From pure intellect at the beginning, to the fury of the present - because there are too many fool-like fellows who have pinned all their faith on him.

Metza, I am not fighting against you alone, but with the elves you have slaughtered and ravaged with the sacrifices that have brought me here, these fools...... I have to beat you.

I never lived for others, but today I fight for them!

"Outlander... Kill the Outlander!!!"

The twisted beast roared, and the fighting posture became more and more crazy, and every moment when the figures staggered, Loren could clearly feel the change in this evil god. The movements became more and more messy, and it became more and more difficult to see whether it was defending or attacking, and the tyrannical only wanted to tear Loren to pieces.

Rampage, sharp claws tearing through the air again and again, roaring and pounced on the black-haired wizard who was far smaller than it, meaninglessly biting, chasing and killing one after another.

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

The Dragon's Tooth tore a huge wound in Mezka's back, and the uncaring beast turned its head and opened its bloody jaw towards Loren, barely biting half of his body to pieces!

The speed of the beast is getting faster and faster, and the way of fighting is becoming more and more violent, and it seems that it has completely abandoned the posture of imitating Loren before, and fights in the wildest way.

Claws, fangs, trampling, tearing...... The roaring god was desperate to tear Loren to shreds, like a mad dog, leaving countless claw marks on the cold ground.

Loren, who tried his best, almost squeezed out the last bit of his energy, and the last bit of physical strength allowed him to maintain his last calm and sanity, venting his anger on the "dragon teeth" in his hand, turning into a roar that shattered everything with the tip of a gun.

He couldn't understand why Metzka had suddenly changed, but Asriel knew one thing.

Suppressed by Mezca, Asriel could only stay in this dream world in a near-transparent form, his scarlet eyes shining with an incredible luster.

Asriel had thought of countless possible ways in which Loren might win...... After all, his unique physique gave this dear friend the ability to hurt a fallen evil god, and although there was little hope, he could do it.

But now Asriel could clearly feel that Metzca...... It's in fear.

It is desperately trying to end this fight, to destroy the small existence that threatens it at all costs, and even to the point of a beast.

This is simply unbelievable - it is clear that Metzka is the one who is fully suppressed, and it is clear that Loren has reached the point where the lamp has run out, but no matter how far he is suppressed, he can finally dodge the fatal blow, and even fight back!

Loren was exhausted, and his current energy was not even enough to support him to use the "Turin Fire" again, even if it was very reluctant to maintain "Transcendent Perception", but he showed no sign of being defeated.

The boy suddenly felt a creepy touch, and his scarlet pupils showed a slight tremor for the first time.

Maybe...... He had no idea how far he could go, let alone what his existence meant.

Loren Turin, a stranger who does not belong to this world, is the truly terrible one.

He is still weak, but with each enemy he defeats, he understands his strength, and understands the nature of this world, he becomes more dangerous!

The pale lips on the delicate face were slightly raised, and the stunned Asrael suddenly smiled.

My dear friend, you always surprise me......

Claws grazed Loren's ribs, splatters of blood staining shattered armor, and roaring dragon's teeth hit the beast's eyes!

Give me death-!!!

Stuck in mid-air, Loren held the barrel of the gun with one hand, and the gray-blue tip of the spear poked through the eye socket of the beast!

The grinning Madzka grabbed the barrel of the gun and raised her other paw violently.

It was too late to dodge or give up, and Loren, who refused to let go, didn't have time to pull out the "dragon teeth", and a second before being disemboweled, the left hand with the "spellcaster" snapped his fingers lightly.

It's just a "hover spell" that doesn't really matter......

The claw that was inexplicably hit in the wrist let go of the barrel of the gun, and Loren, who was holding the "dragon's teeth", did not continue to poke in, but swept with the barrel of the gun, tearing open half of the beast's face while blocking its claws at the last moment!

The black-haired wizard was shot out without any suspense, and the figure that fell to the ground rolled in embarrassment, clenching the "dragon teeth" in his hand and not letting go.

His steps became heavier and heavier, exhaustion and pain came at him like a tidal wave, his legs trembled and he could barely support his body, and his vision became more and more blurred.

Is that the end of it......

The body has long been exhausted, and it is because Asriel has borne a considerable part of the burden for himself, otherwise he would not even have the strength to stand up now, let alone resist.

Did you lose......

In the blink of an eye, Metzka had once again pounced on the black-haired wizard, and Loren, who couldn't even stand still, seemed to be able to do all he could do now was to symbolically resist before he died.

The right hand that clenched the "dragon tooth" slowly exerted force, and the cold wand seemed to have been perfectly connected with his hand, even the slightest shaking of the tip of the spear, he could feel it clearly.

The left hand behind his back was slightly open, and faint red runes floated in the palm of his hand, and his trembling fingers could crush it at any time.

It's not the right time, it's not the right moment...... Loren, who lowered his head, slowly accumulated the last of his strength, and his body was so painful that he was numb that he was no longer obedient.

The evil god hadn't completely let down his vigilance, it was still on guard against its last counterattack, and the gesture of pounceing on itself was just to test its feints, to deceive itself, and Loren used to do it.

Be patient...... I only have one chance, and I can't do it a second time in my current state.

There was a throbbing in his heart, and the figure of the black-haired wizard trembled slightly—he was being targeted by Mezca!

The black-red afterimage no longer had any hesitation, and with a terrible whistling sound that tore through the air, it struck towards Loren!

Even with his eyes closed, Loren could still feel the tyranny mixed with the killing intent of fear, the momentum that wanted to tear himself to pieces.

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

It's now!!!

Without warning, the gray-blue light shone again, and the left hand behind his back used the last of the Turin fires!

The golden-red flames swept out, and the flames surrounding the spear turned into a spiral with an indomitable momentum, and let out a final roar!

"Dragon's Tooth -- !!!"