Under the burning black sun, the ashes drifted away.

Brunhilde's figure gradually dissipated, and her smile slowly faded along with the divine soldiers in her hands, dim, transparent... Completely gone.

The elegant and noble knight finally stood proudly as she had expected.

Only the white wings fluttered in the wind, and the wind stopped falling and drifted all over the sky.

The black-haired wizard who slowly raised his head stared at the falling wings in a trance, and subconsciously stretched out his right hand, and a white feather stopped in his palm.

The faint moisture seems to be contaminated with the night dew of midnight.

This... Is it finally over?

In a trance, the black-haired wizard looked around blankly, and the dream world was also reduced to a ruin under the power of Brünnhilde, irreversibly disintegrating.

He still lied to Farnes ... At least at present, Loren is not able to use the power of the nine-pointed star chice as much as Corona wants, and the dream world he has created is far from indestructible on his own, but he has only used Farnesis's ignorance of the power of wizards to trap him again.

Of course, if nothing else, it's probably the last time, and Phanesis is not a fool, simply because he was originally a former bishop of the church and didn't know anything about wizards... With each confrontation between the two, the price paid to frustrate him increased.

Although he is getting stronger himself, but... The black-haired wizard couldn't help but sigh, his ignorance of the "Black Cross" Serol made him unable to do anything, and even Asriel and Ariel were so afraid of this evil god that they did not dare to face it head-on.

Shaking his head helplessly, the black-haired wizard was slightly stunned, and looked behind him as if he had noticed something.

When he turned around, the bloodied Knight of the Oath was standing in front of him, his pale face clearly not fully recovered, staring at him with a complicated gaze.

"How do you feel?" Shrugging slightly, the black-haired wizard calmed down, "You don't look like you're awake." ”

"Under the guidance of the Holy Cross, I have not yet completed my mission and have not yet returned to Heaven. ”

The Knight of Oath snorted coldly, and stared at the black-haired wizard in front of him with complicated eyes: "What's more, compared to someone... I don't seem to be the worst one. ”

Shrugging his shoulders again, Loren's face showed a bitter and embarrassed smile.

It's not just bad, it's terrible.

The dark circles under the eyes are deep, the blue tendons on the forehead and neck are jumping and jumping, the whites of the eyes are covered with bloodshots, the pupils are dilated and cannot be fully focused, the right arm is completely twisted and hung on the shoulder, the only remaining left arm is not intact, the clothes on the body are tattered like garbage, and the wound on the chest can still be seen clearly......

It's just trauma, not even trauma, and under the effect of "death now", forcible recovery is only a matter of the blink of an eye... The real trouble is the huge consumption of energy and the burden of forcibly opening the "valve".

According to the last "painful experience", I am afraid that I will be in a coma for at least a month or so, and then a long period of weakness that lasts for up to half a year - but at least it is not life-threatening, and it is a thousand times stronger than other wizards.

Thinking back to the Corona master who "intimidated" him one after another at Ebolden, there should be some jealousy in it, after all, even if he has reached the limit of a wizard, he still doesn't have such a powerful body as himself... in every sense.

Without saying a word, the Knight of the Oath was expressionless, and without saying a word, he "snatched" his star from the black-haired wizard's hand, and Loren, who was slightly aching, looked at him and then at the mottled sword.

This is a divine weapon that even the evil gods dare not fight with, and the number of the entire empire can be counted on two hands......

If you want to deduct it, I'm afraid it's only this chance now......

"You'd better not think like that, wizard. ”

The Oath Knight, who sensed the black-haired wizard's gaze, snorted coldly and said indifferently: "Don't forget, this is the sword of 'Sage' Brandon, a common thing between the royal family and the church. ”

"Keeping it in your hands will only cause you endless trouble. ”

"Am I in less trouble?" Loren couldn't help but roll his eyes, and his flat mouth agreed with the other party's words.

Indeed, as the Oath Knight said, once the Heavenly Dome Palace and the Church know that the "Bright Star" is in their hands, I am afraid that most of them will force themselves to hand it over......

"Besides, don't you have a better prey?" the Knight of Oath looked at him with an intriguing sarcasm in his eyes, "Dawn." ”

"Dawn?" Loren paused.

"Lord of Byrne, the Mithril Sword that has been passed down from generation to generation in the House of Turin. The Knight of Oath said lightly, "Didn't you seduce that countess and plot for the position of Earl of Crimson Castle and Duke of Byrne?"

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, ahem......!!!!"

The embarrassed black-haired wizard coughed up blood again and again, and his mouth grew so long that he didn't know what to say—to seduce, to seduce? How could he say that kind of thing as a knight?! and as upright as I am......

"I have to go. ”

The Knight of the Oath suddenly spoke, slowly looking up at the black sun above him: "Farnesis has left, and I have no reason to stay here." ”

Loren looked at the one-armed, embarrassed Oath Knight in front of him, and the expression on his face became a little silent.

No matter how many times the other party tried to kill him, no matter how much he despised the wizard, his piety was undeniable... It is difficult for a saint who has abandoned everything, even his name and title, and who lives only for his faith, not to feel a trace of admiration from others.

Not to mention that the other party also saved himself... More than once.

"Where are you going?"

After being silent for a long time, Loren could only come up with such a useful sentence.

"The East, Farnessces should have gone to the East. The Knight of Oath spoke, "I won't let him escape again this time... He had just fought a big battle, and he should be very weak now. ”

Maybe... But Loren was not very optimistic about this, but he couldn't say anything: "Specifically, I mean where are you targeting? the Duchy of Boy, the Centaur Khanate of the Great Green Sea, or the Kingdom of the Mountains of the Dwarves?"

"It's all possible, but I'll go to Boi first... If the Farnesis prepare to repeat the tragedy of the Red Blood Fortress again, the scimitar warriors of the Hussar Nation need to be warned. ”

The Knight of the Oath pondered slightly: "As for the dwarves and centaurs... I'm afraid they won't trust a human word much. ”

The black-haired wizard bowed slightly, which was considered to be a sign of agreement.

In the human mind, dwarves are almost synonymous with "stubbornness" - cautious, vindictive, glassy, unimaginably more red tape, and they don't admit their mistakes... In addition to being fair when doing business, in addition to holding grudges, they also attach great importance to human favors, which should be one of their few advantages.

As for the centaurs... This race is a major enemy of the empire until twelve generations later, so much so that the Duchy of Boi has to maintain 20,000 hussars on the border all year round, and among the ten legions of the empire, except for the four elites of the Broken Mountain, two in rotation and one to defend the imperial capital, the remaining three are stationed in East Sackland, ready to rush to the aid and garrison the Duchy of Boi.

Even the deep friendship between the two principalities of Byrne and Boy was built on the Knight King who led an army of knights to the aid of Boi in the Old Kingdom... The nobles of both sides also often married, and the surnames of both sides were inherited in both principalities.

However, it is rumored that the centaurs have been in a civil war for several years, and the eight tribes have been fighting each other for the position of Khan, and they have not been able to decide the winner... The idea of the upper echelons of the empire is probably that they will continue this "meaningful large-scale event" and end up fending for themselves like bedbugs, and no one will be willing to pay attention to it, let alone lend a hand.

"So... Farewell, wizard. ”

The Knight of Oath said indifferently, "I hope you won't forget your oath, and remember... The Farnesist is not just a man, but a threat to the whole world. ”

The next moment, Loren's sight was only the lonely back, far away from him.

It wasn't until he was actually far away that the smile on the black-haired wizard's face faded... He could clearly feel that his figure had run out of oil.

In the next second, Loren Turin, who was in the darkness in front of him, fell silently on the stone floor of the altar, and the exclamations of the gray-eyed boy and the little wizard echoed in his ears.