Chapter 38

I don't know when, Loren felt as if he was about to lose control.

The broken castle ruins swarmed from all directions like "corpse tide", but they were not swarming up like brainless ghouls, but very rational. They were like hyenas hunting in the wilderness, in groups of four or five. The broken Knight Sword was like the fangs of these hyenas. They would rush up and bite only when they were sure.

"Good, sixth."

Loren's voice was extremely calm. If it weren't for the dead body who fell at his feet and crushed his head with one foot, it might make this scene look more convincing.

Lightly avoided the sword stabbing the back of his head. Loren, who was half kneeling on the ground, held the handle of the sword with both hands, and with a big chop, split the "self" behind him in half from shoulder to waist.

"Seventh."

He took another sword stabbed into his back, directly turned around, grabbed each other's hair, and forcibly cut off his head from the body!

"Eighth."

Loren, who was covered in blood, said something, and his dark pupils began to blur. Whenever he killed a "self", the empty power flowing into his body immediately eliminated all his fatigue.

The blood on his body includes those living corpses and his own. But Loren, who can't feel the pain at all, doesn't care. Whenever the long sword in his hand pierces a body and cuts off a head, the blood swelling and the stimulation of the void flowing into the body will give him a boost!

"Come on! Come again --!"

The roaring Loren widened his scarlet eyes. Even if he was not tired, he was still gasping. The depression in the past seemed to be completely released at this moment.

Just came to this world, the helplessness and fear of the first night

On the way of wandering with the old knight, he courted and served carefully

After Leonardo was killed, unspeakable regret and remorse

And from the beginning to the present, two or three years, step by step, careful planning, trembling to live

Loren didn't find out that he had been depressed for so long and worked so hard to live. He never realized how much his subconscious desire was for complete indulgence!

The steel sword is waving and tearing, tearing one "self" to pieces, even if it is not necessary at all. Heartily release the beast in the body, like a crazy monster, desperately bite the prey that has become a corpse, and don't care about the bloody body.

The ruined castle is like a locked cage at the moment, and Loren locked inside is a beast in the cage, howling and waving his claws.

The steps under him moved forward slowly, and the pleasure of killing in his mind became more and more clear - no matter what language he used, Loren at the moment could not be a rational man.

With the blood marks step by step, Loren still held the sharp blade in his hand. It seemed that it had become his only support. He walked towards the gate of the main castle of the college step by step and kicked it on the doorknob.

"Bang --!!"

The seemingly solid door fell to the ground and rolled up bursts of smoke. Loren, dragging his sword, stepped on the door panel and entered the dark hall.

The "self" behind him didn't catch up and still wandered outside like a wandering corpse.

It's a very ironic design. Loren raised his mouth.

"What a pity. I thought you would enjoy it more, my friend."

It's the familiar voice again. Loren was sure there should be no one in front of him. But now, the young man with blond hair and a small dress leaned gracefully next to a sculpture in the hall, holding a yellowing book in his hand.

"Why am I not surprised?" Lauren, who was a little self mocking, snorted and looked at his right wrist, but the mark that had been left on it disappeared.

"Oh, please don't care about that - as I said, that mark is the tool I use to find you." the teenager, or Asriel, has a warm smile on his face, and his clear eyes are like a deep spring: "as I said, we meet again."

"But seriously, as your friend, I have some regrets - I carefully prepared this scene, but I didn't expect you to get tired so soon." the boy pouted and looked wronged: "is it really too monotonous? Ah... You really... Should I say desire dissatisfaction?"

"You"? Loren narrowed his eyes, vaguely as if he had caught some key words.

"Please don't doubt that I'm certainly not human - and please don't imagine the lovely Asriel as a devil or something. That's too much." Asriel said "very sincerely." moreover, we are friends, aren't we? Friends shouldn't slander each other. "

"So... As a friend," Lauren looked at him with a sneer. "Should you explain to me what's going on?"

"Just a little kindness as a friend." Asriel's expression was sincere and his small head tilted: "although your special constitution can make you not afraid of the threat of emptiness, my friend, you still underestimate the world. Your consciousness and reason are far from enough to resist the malice of emptiness."

"Maybe you think it's ironic enough to kill each other with yourself who has become a living corpse. But please believe me, the void can do far more than this, and the desire to lure you crazy is definitely more than killing. After all, you humans always want complex creatures, and it's too easy for you to extricate yourself."

"So I did a little bit of tricks at the right time to let you vent as much as possible without completely losing your mind." the boy was full of a kind smile: "I hope this can make you feel my sincerity."

"What if I really lose my mind?"

"That's impossible - as a friend, the most important thing is mutual trust. And I absolutely believe that you can't be completely swallowed up by your own desires!"

Of course Loren doesn't believe this nonsense.

"As for why I am here... You must remember that I helped you complete your revenge, my friend." Asriel smiled lightly: "and friends should help and support each other - now, my dear friend, I need your help."

"What do you want?" Lauren asked bluntly. He was very tired of playing with this guy and his arrogant posture hidden behind his smile.

"Why are you always in such a hurry?" the boy wrinkled his small nose and pressed the index finger of his right hand on his temple in confusion. "We can talk more."

"I'm sorry, but I can't wait for you to disappear now."

"Well, it looks like I'm hated." Asriel sighed and took a brass key from the yellow book in his hand. "However, it's really not a place for conversation here. Although I really want to ask you something, I'd better wake you up from this dream first."

Asriel, holding the key, carefully jumped down from the sculpture and went deep into the hall. Loren slowly clenched the handle of his sword - there seemed to be a huge cage in the dark.

"Sex ~" the boy opened the iron door of the cage, seemed to wake up a monster curled up inside, roared in a low voice, and climbed slowly towards the exit.

"... have a good time, my dear Lord Loren Turin." Asriel turned around, bowed to him, smiled politely, and put his hands behind his back: "well, goodbye ~."

"Poof --!"

In an instant, the figure coming out of the cage cut off the young man's head with a sword. The body losing the head fell into a pool of blood like a broken line puppet, and the limbs twitched intermittently.

The white blond hair was dyed red by blood. The smiling head rolled to Lauren's feet and made him look up involuntarily. The man who came out of the cage

That's who I am completely crazy.