The boundless darkness, obviously without light, but not at all bleak;

The sleeping consciousness slowly woke up again, opened his eyes, and looked at the dome.

It was a burning, black sun, and even if you looked at it, it didn't feel dazzling at all.

In a trance, the consciousness begins to turn, and the subconscious begins to mobilize one's mind and senses.

Chakar could even feel his pupils shrinking slightly, his open palms pressing against his chest, and he could feel the powerful beating.

This should have stopped beating a long time ago.

Not only that, but he found that his body was actually intact, and even completely restored to the state before being corrupted by the Holy Blood Elixir, without even the slightest scar.

What the hell am I... Where exactly?

The empty and flat earth, the boundless darkness, the broken walls, the bottomless abyss... And the black sun overhead.

Dark, cold, dead silence.

It's so dark, but it's not scary at all.

“...... My dream world. ”

A familiar voice made Chakar withdraw his gaze, and a familiar figure was reflected in his eyes looking straight ahead, looking at himself with his hands behind his back.

"Loren... Turin?"

The trance-like consciousness does not seem to be very confident in its own judgments.

"Exactly. The black-haired wizard smiled.

Chakar frowned slightly, his eyes surveying everything around him, though he didn't know much about why he was here, but ......

"Can I think I'm dead at your hands?"

The black-haired wizard hesitated, but shook his head:

"It depends on how you define the concept of 'death'. ”

Chakar looked confused and said he would like to hear more.

"After drinking the Holy Blood Elixir, your body and consciousness were corrupted by the Holy Blood Elixir at the same time, and at the same time you turned yourself into a part of the evil god's body... It's crazy, and it makes it hard for you to kill. Loren said lightly:

"I've tried once in a previous battle, and the result is that unless you directly wipe out all of your Void Power, no matter how many times you kill, you can still be resurrected again. ”

"After opening the Blood Sacrifice, the power of the Void in your body has reached a certain level, and I want to kill you under such a premise... It's almost an impossible thing to do. ”

I see.

There was not the slightest violence in Chakar's eyes, but there was a hint of interest: "So... How did you do that?"

The black-haired wizard shook his head again.

"I didn't do it, and I can't do it. Sighing, Loren's expression was a little emotional: "It's the credit of Master Haringvan Ashamai." ”

"He used a way I didn't understand, gradually transforming you from a void existence to a life more in line with the material world, and that's what gave me a chance, a chance to kill with one blow. ”

Chakar's face did not change, and he quietly listened to how his opponent defeated him, and he couldn't stop nodding.

In any case, at this moment, he has been completely defeated, this is the other party's "dream world", so no matter how much he resists, it will not have any effect.

Since it's impossible to resist, why not just give up completely and enjoy the last moments of leisure before you die?

“...... My original plan was to decapitate you and drag you here, but it failed;" Shrugging, Loren chuckled:

"Although Lucen appeared very suddenly, in a way... He probably saved my life. ”

Then the dragon appeared. Chakar spoke softly, and there was even a smile in his calm voice, "I guess that should be a surprise for you, right?"

"That's right. The black-haired wizard bowed slightly.

Yes, if you don't count a certain Royal Highness who is also "uninvited" and intends to steal credit.

"With the help of the dragon Mirasis, you will be able to weaken the power of the void in you as much as possible, while diverting most of your attention from an inconspicuous being. Loren spoke, "At the same time, buy enough time to prepare for the ... A dream. ”

"The effect of this spell is to block all the void power within the range in an instant... Of course, there is a time limit. ”

"Only in this way can I gain a momentary opportunity to seize the little consciousness you have left hidden in the shell of the evil god, and drag it into my dream world. ”

"For a moment?"

Chakal's voice revealed surprise, and he couldn't help but raise his voice: "Just to fight for this momentary opportunity, you can gamble all your chips and pay such a huge sacrifice?"

"Nope. ”

Loren interrupted him: "You're saying the opposite. ”

Well?

"It should be a gamble of all the chips and a huge sacrifice, and you can only win this momentary opportunity. In a low voice, Loren raised his eyes and looked at the other party:

"Seriel, the Void Monster, the Evil God Shell... You guys are terrible. ”

"No matter how well prepared, it can be useless when it comes, so every battle is the last battle, and every engagement must be wagered with all the stakes, prepared for sacrifice. ”

"Only in this way can we exchange for that momentary hope, which is so small that it needs to be held tightly!"

“...... I see. ”

With a long sigh, Chakar's expression became a little different from before: "Serol... The 'Black Cross' in your mouth has repeatedly mentioned your name, and even if he is as arrogant as he is, he has always regarded you as the most difficult opponent, and even decided that only he can defeat you. ”

"I seem to understand the reason a little bit. ”

The black-haired wizard didn't say anything.

"Having said that, it is precisely because of him that I have the obsession of treating you as my 'mortal enemy'. Chakar shook his head and chuckled very self-deprecatingly:

"This obsession, the past me... Or the real me will not have it, the Holy Blood Elixir is a terrifying thing, not only can bring unrivaled power, but can also completely distort a person's mind, no matter how rational he is, he will eventually fall into madness and surrender to his own desire to kill. ”

"If it were me, I would probably take the initiative to retreat when I perceived that the battle situation was unfavorable, and I wouldn't have entangled with you at all, and maybe, it wouldn't have led to the Four-Hoofed tribe being completely destroyed in my hands. ”

"Of course, it's just 'maybe'. ”

"From the day we first followed the advice of Serol, and on the day when our Great Khan and the bannermen drank the Elixir of the Holy Blood... The fate of the four-hoofed man is doomed, and he will become a pawn in the hands of Seriel. ”

Seliol ......

"How the hell did he do that... I mean, 'Black Cross' Serial, how the hell does he control your entire tribe?"

This is the one thing Loren is most curious about and wants to know the most.

Once you know exactly how Seliol did it, you might be able to think of some way to avoid a similar situation, and even if you can't, it would be nice to get more information about the Black Cross's capabilities.

At least Loren didn't think that he had already defeated Serol with a fluke victory.

Chakar didn't speak immediately.

After a while, Chakar said slowly, "You... It's better not to know about that. ”

What the?

Loren's face was inexplicable.

Why does everyone who has been in contact with Seliol say this to themselves?!

"Your Excellency Loren Turin, as your enemy, I would like to see you smash Serol to pieces, really, but ......," Chakal's sigh sounded very lonely:

"That's impossible; Not on one level. ”

"You might be able to beat him once, twice, or even more in your strength, but... You can't stop his plan, and even the very thing you want to stop him is in his plan!"

"You can't imagine what it would be like, as if every change in the world, the angle of the sun, the size of the wind, any sickness that might arise... At what moment will you raise the sword in your hand, the position of the sword, the strength of the sword, the strength of the sword, and the strength ......"

"He... Seliol... It's all clear. ”

Loren frowned slightly, he had heard Asrael mention something similar.

Seliol's power seems to be related to time......

"Lord Loren Turin, you are already a fierce rival in his eyes, and even if you don't want to, he will appear in front of you sooner or later. Chakar said calmly:

"I can't think of any words of blessing that I can leave to you... I only hope that one day you will not witness the destruction of yourself and your own people, and end up in the same fate as me!"

"Believe me, there is no more sad and desperate scene than watching my own race, blood relatives and robes around me become puppets and puppets that can be manipulated by others, and become pawns that can be manipulated at will. ”

"Even if you kill them with your own hands, it's a hundred times stronger, a thousand times ten thousand times stronger than this!"

A calm voice, but revealing unspeakable despair... Hope is in front of you, despair that is snuffed out alive.

A moment of silence.

Loren's mood was extremely complicated, and he didn't know how to describe it.

"That's it, I can't say more. A smile appeared on Chakar's face: "Now, if you don't mind, I'm ready for my last moment." ”

As soon as the words fell, he took the initiative to close his eyes.

The black-haired wizard took a deep breath, raised his left hand, and pressed it lightly on Chakar's body.

As if falling asleep again, he could clearly feel that his consciousness was gradually blurring, and his originally awake mind and senses began to gradually struggle, as if these no longer belonged to him.

The body is becoming transparent little by little......

The palm of his left hand was slightly forced, and Chakar in the dream world vanished in the blink of an eye.

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

A howling wind swept through his cheeks, and the moment the black-haired wizard fell, the winged dragon Milassis caught him in the air.

"Thank you. ”

Loren sat on the dragon's back tiredly, listening to the cold wind whistling in his ears, and hooked the corners of his mouth: "I thought you would really let me fall down directly as you said before." ”

It may sound like a joke, but that's what he and Miracis agreed to before... If the plan fails, Chakar forcibly breaks free, and the most direct result is that Loren himself becomes a "sacrifice" of blood sacrifice.

In that case, he would rather die.

[It's okay, even if I help, you must have a way to keep yourself safe]

A very gentle and kind female voice sounded in his head, which made Loren can't help but warm his heart.

I didn't expect the dragon to be so empathetic and empathetic.

[But... Since you spoke, then you owe me a favor.]

Well?

Loren, who was stunned, didn't react, but still nodded: "Of course, I must ...... this"

[When I negotiate with Brandon again, let him do more, and I will treat it as if you have already repaid me; otherwise, ......]

Isn't it?

Swallowing his throat, the black-haired wizard lowered his head to see the amber dragon eyes staring at him.

Not a word was said again.

Feeling the silent "threat", Loren couldn't help but laugh bitterly.

A gentle, kind, empathetic, empathetic dragon?

I'm really thinking too much.

With a deep breath, he turned his gaze to his side.

On the empty battlefield, the lonely evil god shell is shrinking and corrupting little by little.

It's like a withered plant, or an animal that has been dead for a long time.

Soon, the huge, fat body slowly shattered and disintegrated.

Tentacles, heads, torsos...... The whole body of the evil god was like a towering tree that had been burned out, constantly scattered, and the scattered ashes flew all over the sky, looking extremely elegant in the golden sunset.

In a matter of less than a quarter of an hour, all the tentacles, pus, carrion... All of them were gone, and there was not a single thing left, and there was no evidence of what had just passed, except for the blood-colored battlefield full of potholes and corpses.

Where the evil god's body once stood, only the "Dawn" sword remained.

"What the hell is this, ...... this?"

Looking at the ashes scattered in the sky, the figure that slowly fell from the dragon's back to the ground, the army of dwarves from the Silver Helmet Mountain who had arrived late were dumbfounded, and many dwarves even kept polishing their eyes, not believing what they were seeing.

A common question came to everyone's mind.

But in reality, they know the answer.

Because just now, just a few quarters of an hour ago, they had witnessed the whole battle from a distance... What really baffled them was what they saw, the absurd and inconceivable truth.

The figure that fell from the sky only hit ......

Wiped out a monster that even dragons can't do?!

"How is this possible, what is going on?!" The dwarf Mihailo's voice trembled, and he shook his head desperately: "That person... He's really the one we've seen before... Loren Torino?!"

"yes......"

The tired Count of the Castle of Fury, Eckert, nodded slowly and sighed softly, "Loren Turin." ”

"Our... Lord Duke!"