"Bell!"

The loud sound of collision echoed in the dream world of the burning nine-pointed star.

In the billowing smoke and dust, the black-haired wizard wielding a big sword and spear gasped heavily, sweating like rain as if his body was wet with water, and his chest and head were stuffy for a while.

Damn, stamina is declining too fast.

Sealing all the power of the Void meant that for the first time, Loren could not rely on the spell, but had to rely solely on his own strength to fight an evil god whose strength had only been slightly reduced.

Neither the pressure nor the conformity can be said to be the same as in the past, and a single misjudgment is enough to kill you on the spot.

The raised "Dragon's Tooth" spear pointed straight ahead, and the black-haired wizard's figure slowly swept around, and the "Dawn" greatsword that crossed his shoulder shook with his right hand, making a vertical slash forward.

The smoke and dust obscured his vision, and Loren, who had sealed the power of the void, could only rely purely on his senses and experience to determine when and from which direction the next attack would come.

The slight sound of the wind brushed past my ears.

Without hesitation, Loren rose up and pounced on the spot where the sound had come from, and the Dawn greatsword swept through, tearing the smoke and dust apart.

The sword wind swept by, and there was nothing in the smoke and dust that dispersed.

"That's because... Behind you!"

The roaring black-haired wizard took advantage of the inertia of wielding his great sword to turn sharply in the air, stabbing his left hand "Dragon Tooth" straight behind him.

"Bang!"

The oncoming black mist was shattered in front of the tip of the Mithril spear.

Behind the dispersed black mist, Serol's thin figure was revealed, and his extremely hideous expression was revealed.

This time, the black-haired wizard didn't stop, and the moment he landed, he jumped up again, and with a swing of the spear, the "Dawn" greatsword slashed behind his back again, aiming at his head vertically.

"Humph!"

Pursing the corners of his mouth contemptuously, Seriel raised his withered arm, and the black mist that spilled from under his tattered robes swept forward with his arm.

"Bell!"

The black mist that turned into substance stopped the slashing greatsword, but Loren still had the spear "Dragon's Tooth" in his left hand.

In the face of the stabbing spear tip, it was too late to dodge or defend, and the indifferent Serol did not dodge at all, and the black mist rolled up straight towards Loren's chest.

He may have been slightly injured by a spear, but Loren Turin, who was pierced through the chest... You... Surely death.

Give it a try!

In an instant, the "Dragon's Tooth" spear stabbed at the face door of the Black Cross, and the black mist that turned into the tip of the spear approached Loren's chest.

Time froze at this moment, and the two sides who did not have the slightest idea of flinching put on a posture of wanting to die together.

"Smack. ”

The moment he was pierced by the black mist, Loren suddenly let go of the "Dragon Tooth" and held the hilt of the "Dawn" greatsword with both hands, which was able to block the black mist.

The cold arc flashed at the corner of Serol's mouth.

Really... This stranger did not have the courage to die with him, he did not ...... at all

Well?!

The stunned Black Cross stared at the black-haired wizard who was also looking at him, and his left hand, which was suddenly reaching out to him.

Under the wrist of the left hand, a half-palm-length Mithril Hidden Blade pops out.

Stab yourself in the door!

With a flash in his eyes, Seliol stepped back almost instinctively.

And the short Hidden Blade that stabbed out of Loren's arm only flashed in front of his eyes, and he didn't even touch it.

But Serol, with a stern expression, was not at all glad for anything else, because he knew Loren Turin too well.

It's a trap!

Really... As if the moment he missed a blow and had to land, the black-haired wizard once again held the falling spear "Dragon Tooth" with his free left hand, and then swept forward violently.

"Poof!"

Blood sprayed, and the tip of the spear swept in front of Serol, and the black mist that stabbed it tore through Loren's shoulder.

"Bang!"

Without giving Loren a chance to fight back, the black mist that rolled up hit him in the chest like a battering ram, and the whole person was knocked out and fell to the ground like a broken sack.

Paralyzed in a pool of blood, the black-haired wizard whose body was on the verge of the limit gasped, struggling to hold the big sword and spear in his hand, supporting his trembling body.

"Huh... Ha... Ha ......"

Feeling the beating heart, the wound in the shoulder stimulated the nerves over and over again, allowing the groggy consciousness to return to the body.

Non-stop close combat, reflexes, quick maneuvers, competition for strength... There is not much left of physical strength that has long been consumed, and this is an indissolvable fact that can be transformed without human will.

If it was the black-haired wizard who used to be able to forcibly rely on the power of the Void and force his body to continue fighting, now he even had to devote some of his energy to ensure that the "Dream of Dreams" spell and his dream world would not be torn to shreds by Serol.

It was a little difficult for him to even stand now, and although his constantly overdrawn body could continue to fight, it was no longer able to maintain his previous judgment.

Maybe he could hold on for another minute, five minutes, or ten minutes, and continue to fight a war of attrition with Seriel, but compared to his remaining Void power, his physical strength was definitely exhausted first.

In this way, there is no possibility at all, and there is little hope for the battle, and it is simply ......

“...... It can only bring despair. ”

The indifferent voice of the Black Cross sounded in Loren's ears: "Loren Turin... It looks like you're finally clear about your situation. ”

"That's right, with your poor intellect and the friendship of the weak, you can win once, twice, ten, a hundred, a thousand times... You can win again and again, win and survive, and see the possibility of slim hope again and again. ”

"But I only need to defeat you once... That's enough. ”

"Small victories, illusory hopes based on 'ifs' and 'maybes', give you too many illusions that you really have a chance to change your fate, but that is not possible then; ”

Looking at Loren, who was embarrassed and struggling to stand up, Seriel shook his head coldly: "Look at yourself, even if you bet on everything, you still can't change your limitations, even if you have the power to challenge the gods, you still can't break the limitations of this small body." ”

"If you were able to stab that sword while wielding your spear, maybe... There will be a slight possibility that I will not be able to resist for the time being, and take the Holy Grail from my hands. ”

"But you and I both know that it can't happen, and your body, which is on the verge of the limit, is too sore and weak to be controlled by you, and it is impossible to stab a crucial sword. ”

"A weak being has the ambition to transcend abilities, which... It's the desperation of being an ant. ”

As if sensing something, the indifferent black cross looked around.

After a series of battles, the entire dream world has been destroyed to the point of ruins, and the towering towers and dilapidated castles are all gone.

Even the nine-pointed star burning overhead, only the last faint light of fire remained.

All the evidence suggests that this dream world has also reached its limits, and it doesn't even need to wait for the dream to be lifted, only the final blow can destroy it completely.

Lamentable.

Slowly lowering his gaze, Black Cross looked at Loren with sadness in his eyes.

Although it is only an ant and scum worth mentioning, it must be admitted that Loren Turin... He did have the power to challenge and even hurt himself, and he fought for it.

Not a fool like Eckhart de Salion, who thinks he can calculate himself;

Not the desperate last man like Roland Turin and Brunhilde;

From the beginning to the end, second only to their own existence... Almost closely, almost almost ruined his entire plan, or even replaced himself.

Such a presence ... He deserves the least respect.

With the most straightforward fear, he tore the dream world he painstakingly created to pieces, and was pinched to death by himself in despair, so that all the scum who tried to rebel against him could see clearly what they were.

They don't count anything.

Wait until the world falls into the palm of their own hands, they, the world... Whether it exists or not, it is just a matter of one's own thoughts.

With his arms outstretched, the black mist that escaped regathered around the Black Cross.

Convergence, condensation, transformation, molding.

Bloodshot black threads once again covered his body.

With a slight clenching of his fist, the gathered black mist turned into countless arrows, heading in all directions of the dream world.

The black-haired wizard was shocked, as if sensing Serol's intentions, and supported his already exhausted body and brandished the big sword and spear in his hand, desperately blocking the black mist that scattered out in all directions.

But this is doomed, it can only be in vain... A sneer appeared on Seliol's lips.

Not to mention that he is now exhausted and injured, even if Loren Turin is not injured, it is impossible to stop such a large-scale attack.

The desperate black-haired wizard seemed to be aware of this as well, but he still stood still, desperately trying to block all the black fog that came his way, but in exchange for only one mistake after another, and one wound after another.

Shoulders, arms, chests, cheeks, waist...... Under the constant splattering of plasma, there were countless wounds.

In just a few seconds, Loren, who was standing in place, had become a bloody man who couldn't see clearly.

"Poof!poof!poof!poof!poof......"

Countless black mist turned into substance, hitting the edge of the dream world, causing ripples on the invisible "walls".

Soon... Traces of cracks were revealed under the ripples, large and large patches of fine and neat cracks, all over every visible corner.

The nine-pointed star fire hanging high above had also been extinguished, and the scattered black fog had finally stopped.

Serol, who sneered, walked in front of the black-haired wizard step by step.

"See, this is despair. ”

Black Cross said coldly.

"Bang !!!"

The sound of shattering glass echoes through the dream world.

"Nope. ”

The black-haired wizard, covered in blood, spoke in a dying voice.

Well?!

Raising his head suddenly, Black Cross looked overhead in disbelief, at the nine-pointed star that had just been extinguished.

Actually... Burning again!

"As you can see......"

Looking up, the wet hair blocked Loren's cheeks, mixed with blood and sweat dripping from the ends.

"It's just a deception that can be broken at a poke and is clear at a glance. ”

The words fell, and the sword wind whistled.

The spear "Dragon's Tooth" supported the body, and Loren, who was the axis, picked up the "Dawn" greatsword with one hand and swept at Serol in front of him.

Most of the black fog had been exhausted in the "destruction" of the dream world, and what remained was not enough to block the edge of the Dawning Greatsword;

The distance within three steps is unavoidable!

"Poof!"

The withered arms were mixed with black mist and blood, turning into ashes and vanishing under the blade of the sword.

The embarrassed Black Cross took advantage of this short moment to retreat ten steps away... Although there was no need to do this at all, because the dying black-haired wizard also did not have the slightest strength to pursue.

To be able to stand here with your body supported is already a miracle of doing your best.

"Deception at a glance ......"

Staring at the figure in front of him, Serol, who was muttering, had a hideous expression that even distorted: "yes, I was so serious that I forgot about it, this is really... It's too careless. ”

"Asrael !!!"

With white blonde hair, the young man who looked like a gentleman stood up straight, and the corners of his mouth hooked up like a smile that something bad had succeeded.

"That's because you're so stupid, Black Cross stupid fool brainless egocentric delusional Serol. Asriel laughed treacherously:

"You take yourself too seriously, and you end up ignoring the most obvious deception in front of you. ”

"No, you can't ignore it. Looking at the extremely angry face, Asrael changed his words: "You must have understood what would happen, because you are Serol, the Black Cross Serol, and the source of all evil is... The source of everything. ”

"In this world, how can there be anything you can't discover unless it's ...... Ahh

Asriel, who showed a sudden expression of realization, covered his mouth with his hands and glared at the scarlet eyes like blood:

"Could it be because... You... The all-knowing Black Cross... Didn't expect that?"

Obviously, there was no fluctuation of the power of the void, but the atmosphere fell to the bottom in an instant, making the bloodied Loren feel like falling into an ice cave.

Very good... Although he was now seriously injured and dying, and it was difficult to open his eyes and he couldn't see Serol's expression clearly, but ......

If "anger" can also be measured like body temperature, then the anger value of the Black Cross is now so high that it will break through the sky.

A rough estimate is that just strangling his own group of "ants" or making himself unable to survive for 10,000 years will definitely not be able to calm the anger in his heart;

"Dear Loren, you should have understood by now... Right?"

Asrael, who looked back slowly, still had that pitiful expression: "From beginning to end, Asrael has only one reason to 'deceive' you......"

"Protect dear Loren at all costs and consequences, and ......"

"This last glimmer of life!"