The bloodied Night's Watch fell to the ground, and the black-haired wizard stepped on his back, the crunch of bones accompanied by a heart-rending howl.

Bright silver swung through, and the blade split the Night's Watch in two!

Blood was sprinkled on the ground, and the blade of the sterling silver sword had also turned red.

There were two things that Loren didn't tell the Grey Man...... First, as long as you suffer a fatal injury, you can automatically escape from the "Dream";

Secondly, "Dream" is a high-level spell of the range type, which ignores friend and foe in terms of effect, and can talk to him because Loren's own physique is a combination of spiritual and material levels, and he delays to use words to delay in order to slowly determine his position.

But... This is fighting, this is fighting, and I have no obligation to remind them.

In the courtyard of summer twilight, desperate battles are still being staged...... Fearful and furious, the dream-trapped night watchmen danced and roared like musical notes in the darkness, wielding their blades and fighting for the last chance of life with the only thing they were good at.

Kill, kill more... And then survive.

Not all of them have already been aware, but in the face of the dark abyss, they can only deceive themselves and not know who they are fighting with, and stab desperately at the figure in the darkness.

It's a... There will definitely be no winner's killing feast.

The smell of blood had filled the entire Summer Twilight courtyard - the entire royal palace had long since been wiped out by the Night's Watch, and they were the only ones who were still fighting each other.

Stealthing in the darkness of the dream, Loren's only advantage, also deprived of vision, was that he knew the structure of the entire royal palace with a clear understanding of the entire structure, and he could hear exactly what was going on around him.

You can't confirm the direction, but the structure of the garden is small, so if you can hear a sound, you can gradually confirm the exact coordinates of the other party.

With his left hand outstretched, the liquid running between his fingers was not palpable, but it was undoubtedly blood, mixed with crumbling pieces of fat.

"No, don't, let go of me!

The desperate Night's Watch roared, Loren's blood-stained left hand had grabbed him by the throat, and he had to cut off his limbs before picking him up because his vision had been blocked.

And then... Break his neck!

It's a seemingly simple thing to do, but it's actually very difficult... It's easy to strangle someone, but it takes a lot of strength to break the neck bone, and killing someone like this is not a big deal.

But Loren didn't care.

Twenty-two people... In order to kill themselves, the elite of the Imperial Capital Night's Watch has already poured out, and there will never be a follow-up - before they realize that something is wrong, they have time.

The black-haired wizard with a blank face weaved through the darkness, and at this moment, he had no scruples.

The darkness had not disappeared, and Loren could still feel that this desperate dream was swallowing the power of the void like an abyss, eating away at his spiritual hall and draining his energy little by little.

But... Doesn't matter.

The desperate night watchman cried and killed his companion, and then the "bright silver" pierced his heart, and his empty eyes gradually became numb and dark.

Loren raised the sword in his hand and once again walked to the sound of weeping in the darkness.

Every fight is also a gamble for him, even if he loses the battle spell of "transcendent perception", and at the same time loses his sense of sight and hearing, these people are still top killers... His only advantage over the desperate Night's Watch is that he is very familiar with the effects of this high-level spell and does not panic in any way.

Deprived of all external forces, deprived of the long-term reliance, and fight in the darkness with the most instinctive strength, the last survivor will regain the light and wake up from the dream......

What a fair thing to do.

Yes, of course, I can grant your wishes, run away as you wish, and even hide for a year or even two years by faking your death, and live incognito like an ant;

The core of politics is compromise, that is, mutual tolerance, and I understand the principle of making a little sacrifice for the sake of the overall situation; while violence solves problems and contradictions, it can only cause more problems and contradictions;

I am willing to compromise and I can endure;

But... Rutt Infinit, Eckhart, Conod......

Since you want my life so much... Then, of course, be prepared for my uncooperation;

I will tell you the lives of these twenty-two night watchmen... What are the consequences of trying to kill me;

Let you understand how much it costs you;

You see me as a pawn in your hands that you can manipulate at will, and you see my life as a tool that can be used to appease others;

People like you......

But don't forget......

I... Never said what a good person I am!

"Bell ——!"

In the sound of the clash of blades, Loren's hands became more and more steady.

The moment that desperate face and body parted, the whole world became clear again;

The nightmare faded, and the darkness dissipated.

In the pool of blood and corpses, there was a thin and delicate figure in front of Loren, standing in front of him with his hands behind his back and smiling.

Looking at Asriel who suddenly appeared, Loren snorted and shook his head.

"Poof——!

The exhausted black-haired wizard fell to one knee in a pool of blood, his dark eyes bloodshot, his temples exposed, and the corners of his eyes beginning to roll white.

This high-level spell of the large-scale distortion of the law, even with the help of a magic array, is also very expensive... Without opening the "valve", Loren alone could not hold out for too long.

Just before he was about to fall, a small white hand grabbed Loren's shoulder.

"I really didn't expect it... Loren, who has always been cautious, would do such a reckless thing. ”

With a faint smile on his pale and bloodless cheeks, the boy standing in a pool of blood ignored the blood stains on the black-haired wizard's body and gently wiped the dirt off his face with his small hands.

"Bell ——!"

With a crisp sound, the bright silver of Loren's right hand was nailed into the masonry beneath his feet, supporting his body from falling.

Even in his weakest moments, he does not expose his weakness to others... Even if it's yourself.

Never resort to force when you need to compromise, never relentless when you need to be tough... And at all times, there is an incomparably strong will and belief.

He who is weak in trouble must be a slave of obedience and patience;

Those who believe in violence must be fanatics who are always fearful and uneasy, cowardly and unconfident.

The strength of the will, the firmness of the faith, the strength of the soul... That's what makes humanity so powerful;

A small, white, cold hand slid across Loren's cheeks, and a smile appeared on Asrael's face as he looked at the still faint but determined face.

As the person closest to Loren, he certainly knew who Loren had prepared the "Dream of Ran" for.

Isolated from the dream of emptiness, darkness, silence, coldness, despair...... From the very beginning, it was not a trick to deal with humans;

A dream... It is used to deal with the apostles of the evil gods, and even the last hole card of the evil gods!

The vast majority of evil gods have no combat experience in the material world, and once they lose the power of the void, it is equivalent to the loss of the right hand and even the legs of the human being who wields the sword, and completely become a monster who does not know how to fight, just like a certain guy named "Mezka".

Such a monster can be easily killed!

This is the hole card used against the evil god and, of course, against Asrael......

The corners of his mouth were slightly hooked on his immature and handsome cheeks, and he stepped forward regardless of the bloodstains, gently hugging the black-haired wizard's head, and the scarlet pupils and pitch-black eyes met each other.

"Dear Loren, are you feeling better?"

At the moment when he spoke, the black-haired wizard's right hand had instinctively grabbed his throat, and the young man with the same face still smiled and asked softly.

Of course, it is impossible to recover so quickly from the excessive exertion, but it will not make Loren lose his mind, his trembling pupils gradually stabilize and no longer turn white, and his spasmodic hands have gradually returned to stability, his heartbeat is normal, his pulse is normal, and his blood is flowing normally in his body.

"Your friends are already far away, don't chase them anymore......"

The young man probe, leaning in his ear and whispering:

"Let's go, go kill them all......"

"Make them pay!"