On the long white stone bridge where the tremors continued, the "Fascist" who fell in a pool of blood was still twitching slightly.

The black-haired wizard gasped softly as he withdrew the bright silver from his hand and looked at the corpse warily.

Farnesis he... Probably dead, right?

Even if you are a vampire, being decapitated is definitely certain death.

The entire Dragon King Tower, no... According to the tomb keeper, it will not take half a day for the dragon city to completely collapse, turning into countless fragments and falling into the abyss of glacial crevasses.

I still have plenty of time to get out of here, first of all, I have to meet up with Isaac and them, and then I have to find a way to inform the Broken Mountain Fortress about the invasion of monsters, if everything is still in time, then ......

"Loren Turin ......"

An extremely weak, yet extremely cold voice suddenly sounded from behind him.

The black-haired wizard who was just about to leave suddenly froze, turned his head tremblingly, and his dark pupils were full of disbelief.

The convulsive "corpse" in the pool of blood actually regrew a head from the severed neck!

"Do you really think I'm going to be unprepared to show up in front of you, a despicable blasphemer?" Farnes, covered in blood, opened his eyes, his expression twisted to the extreme.

As he spoke, he slowly raised his right arm, and the black ten-character script on his wrist gushed out one after another, gradually covering Fanescis's whole body along his arm, seeping from his face into his eye sockets, dyeing the blood-red eyes black.

"Wait, wait... Isn't this supposed to be, isn't it ......"

Asrael's voice suddenly sounded in his head, and to his surprise, the young man's voice didn't sound good, as if he was trembling with fear:

"It's Seliol, 'Black Cross' Seliol?!Loren, run——!"

The words fell, and the black-haired wizard who did not hesitate for a moment turned and ran wildly in the direction of the Pillared Palace, the black-feathered eagle with outstretched wings following closely behind him.

"Boom ————!!!!"

With the tremors coming from under his feet, the farnesist hysterical madness in the pool of blood laughed.

A continuous tremor shook the entire royal city, and the towers toppled over, the masonry collapsed, and the cracked lines stretched across the ground, tearing the ground beneath his feet into countless separate pieces.

"Run, run, fight your milk, run away like a reservoir dog, this is what you should be......"

As if electrocuted, Fanecist convulsed, and the pool of blood under his feet began to boil, as if he had a life poured into his body, his eyes rolled and his head was raised, and his mouth murmured, as if he was reciting the scriptures of the Holy Cross:

"Loren Turin... You, and those blasphemous sinners, none of you can escape the final punishment!"

The faltering Farnesis staggered forward, leaving a bright red footprint on the pure white masonry.

"In the name of our Lord, in the name of the Holy Cross, in the name of all justice, light, order, justice and mercy in the world......"

The low groans of violent roar echoed around him, and Fanesis slowly raised his right hand, and the condensed black smoke flowed down his body as if it were substance.

"Boom ——!!!!"

With a roar, the white stone long bridge turned into pieces and fell into the abyss, the surrounding pavilions continued to collapse, and the ground beneath his feet began to fall apart!

"Cry, lowly sinners, cry out......

"Then go die——!!!!"

....................................

There was a cracking sound in the dark colonnaded palace, and the dark-haired wizard with an increasingly ugly look just ran desperately.

The pillars behind him collapsed one after another, and the palace was shaking, and there was a roar, rubble, smoke, and cracks...... It's like a mottled abstract post-apocalyptic oil painting.

"Seliol, what the hell is that 'Black Cross' Serol you are talking about?!" Loren gritted his teeth all the time:

"What kind of evil god is it, or what kind of mutant monster?!"

"How do you compare... It's really hard to explain, but I don't know much about this guy......"

"Then it's easier, just tell me what it's capable of!" the black-haired wizard roared, "Because we really don't have time right now!"

"If we drag it any longer, we'll be completely buried alive by Nidhogg!"

"Dear Loren, all I can tell you is that guy is really horrible... Compared to Seliol, that madman of Lemantes is as naughty and cute as a bear child, and Madzka is not even as good as a reservoir dog!"

Even now, Asrael's voice still trembles a little: "I've never really seen the power of Seriel... Somewhat similar to controlling time, but not quite the same... To be more specific, it's like... Another Holy Cross!"

"Another Holy Cross?!"

"That's right, another Holy Cross. The young man with a trembling voice paused, as if he was desperately gritting his teeth: "Not only that, but even the 'masterminds' behind the arrival of Lymantes and those madmen who planned to destroy the Dragon Kingdom in the first place......"

Asriel paused suddenly, and Loren, with a solemn face, gritted his teeth.

It is... That "Black Cross", Serial?

"It's really embarrassing like a reservoir dog... Loren Torino. ”

A cold and eerie voice suddenly echoed in the colonnaded palace, and the black-haired wizard who was trembling suddenly raised his head.

As if sneering in a low voice, the eyes of his hideous and distorted face were only chaotic and crazy, and his head was enveloped in indescribable black smoke from head to toe, and the expression of Farnesis, who lowered his head, was completely hidden in the darkness.

The black fog that the Void Power "substantially" turns into is a common means of attack and defense for the evil gods, whether it is Asriel and Ariel, or Lymantes.

Without the slightest hesitation, at the moment when the figure appeared, Loren, who was running straight and crazy, immediately waved out a "Turin Fire" with his left hand!

"Boom ——!!!!"

Accompanied by the golden-red flames, the continuous explosions converged in an instant, leaving only the last devastating loud noise!

A look of surprise flashed in the black-haired wizard's eyes, and at the moment when the flames exploded, Loren, who had drawn out his bright silver, swung his gray-blue sword and rushed straight towards the center of the explosion.

The Fire of Turin is a high-level spell of his own making, and it is more like a command than Beyond Perception and other spells - it is not impossible to control the power of the explosion and leave a "safe passage" as long as you have enough energy.

Even if he becomes an apostle of the evil god, it will only be one more slash!

"Loren, watch out——!!!!"

The moment Asriel's exclamation sounded, the piercing killing intent made the black-haired wizard suddenly stop his steps, and instinctively squatted down while stabbing out the bright silver in his hand.

"Bell ——!!!!"

The sound of the collision made the black-haired wizard's heart cold.

The smoke and fire of the explosion dissipated, and Loren's eyes widened as he half-crouched on the ground - the black mist that pierced out of Fanes's right hand and turned into a "spear" was blocked by the bright silver.

If it's just a little slower than half a beat, or if it's not blocked......

"Good, that's it... This is the expression of a reservoir dog fleeing in embarrassment!" a hideous smile appeared on Farnes' face, and the corners of his mouth seemed to tremble as if he kept twitching:

"How... Running out of options, aren't you ready to run away?"

"You can run away, to the ends of the earth, dig three feet into the ground and hide yourself from being discovered by me..."

"But as long as I get caught......"

"I'm going to send you to a hell of despair, and then I'm going to ravage you and torture you to the fullest——!!!!"

His heart was pounding, and Loren's expression was extremely ugly.

The power of the evil gods, the immortality, the completely unknown abilities, and the Black Cross that even Asriel feared......

In comparison, the fight with the "Dead One" Apostle is simply more easy!

"Poof——!

The smiling Farnesis suddenly stopped, and Loren, who was loose in his hand, was stunned, and his eyes immediately looked at his chest.

It was a knight's sword full of crumbles and unpretentious.

Trembling and touching the blade of the sword, the unbelievable Farnesis slowly turned his head: "...... Is that you?"

"It's me, Lord Fanesis. The frost-faced Guardian Knight replied coldly, his gaze moving to the black-haired wizard who was still half-kneeling in place:

"Get out of here, Lord Loren Turin. ”

"My opponent today is not you!"