Chapter 160

The gray blue light of the sword shone again, leaving a light and shadow that turned and disappeared with Loren's galloping figure.

There is not much time left for him - there is no concept of time in the empty dream, but every second he delays, the number of expeditions killed outside the yongyelin valley will continue to increase!

These elves and dancers who have no reason with themselves believe in themselves wholeheartedly, and even risk their lives to win this extremely slim opportunity for themselves, even if most of them don't know what mazka means.

They just saw a hope, a drowning man's straw, believed that they could really end the ogre invasion, and believed that their sacrifice was meaningful!

Kono, Gracias, Leia, izuria... There are more elves who don't even know their names. For their words, a mission that seems impossible to complete, they follow themselves on the road of no return.

For other people's promises and goals, even life can be abandoned. It's stupid, isn't it?

But just for these stupid elves, he can feel his incomparable anger. The boiling flame is burning in the center of his chest, making him desperately want to roar. The original sober reason is extremely fragile at this moment.

From pure reason at the beginning to anger now - because there are too many fools who place all their faith on him.

Mazka, I'm not fighting with you alone, but with the elves who have been slaughtered and ravaged by you. Their sacrifice sent me here. It's these fools... Let me defeat you.

I never live for others, but today I fight for them!

"Stranger... Kill stranger!!!"

The twisted fierce beast roared, and the fighting posture became more and more crazy. Every moment when the figure crossed, Loren could clearly feel the change of the evil god. The movement is more and more messy. I can't see whether it is defensive or offensive. The tyrannical thing is just to tear Loren to pieces.

The sharp claws tore the air again and again, roared and jumped at the dark haired wizard far smaller than it, biting meaninglessly and chasing and killing one after another.

"Kill the stranger... Kill the stranger!!!"

"Dragon tooth" tore a huge wound behind mezka. The fierce beast turned and opened his mouth towards Loren. It was only a millimetre away from biting half of his body into pieces!

The speed of the fierce beast is faster and faster, and the way of fighting is more and more violent. It seems that it has completely abandoned the posture of imitating Loren and fought in the wildest way.

Claws, fangs, trampling, tearing... The roaring evil god was desperate to tear Loren to pieces, like a mad dog, leaving countless traces of claws on the cold ground.

Loren, who tried his best, almost drained his last little energy. The last bit of physical strength kept him calm and rational. He vented his anger on the "dragon teeth" in his hand and turned it into a roar of smashing everything with the tip of a gun.

He couldn't understand why mezka changed suddenly, but Asriel knew it.

Asriel, suppressed by mazka, can only stay in this dream world in an almost transparent form, with incredible luster in her scarlet pupils.

Asriel once thought of countless ways in which Loren could win... After all, his unique physique makes this dear friend really have the ability to hurt a falling evil god. Although there is little hope, he can do it.

But now Asriel can clearly feel that mazka... It's afraid.

It is desperately trying to end this fight, trying to destroy the tiny existence threatening it at all costs, and even degenerate into a beast.

It's unimaginable - it's clear that mazka is the Party of overall suppression, and it's clear that Loren has reached the point where the lights are running dry, but no matter how suppressed, he can finally avoid the fatal blow, or even anti kill!

Loren is exhausted. His energy is not enough to support him to use the "Turin fire" again. Even if he maintains "beyond perception", he is very reluctant, but he can't see any sign of being defeated.

The boy suddenly had a creepy touch, and the scarlet pupils showed a little tremor for the first time.

Maybe... He doesn't realize what he can do, let alone what his own existence means.

Loren Turin, a stranger who does not belong to this world, is the one who is really terrible.

He is still very weak, but every time he defeats an enemy, understands his own strength and the essence of the world, he will become more dangerous!

The pale lips on the delicate face raised slightly, and the stunned Asriel suddenly smiled.

My dear friend, you can always surprise me

The claws rubbed Loren's ribs, and the splashed plasma dyed the broken armor red; And the roaring "dragon teeth" also hit the eyes of the fierce beast!

Die for me!!!!

Loren, who was stranded in mid air, held the barrel of the gun with one hand and stabbed the gray blue tip of the gun into the eye socket of the fierce beast!

The grinning mazka grabbed the barrel of the gun and raised his other claw.

It was too late to dodge or give up. Loren, who refused to let go, had no time to pull out the "dragon teeth". One second before being opened by the evil god, he gently hit his fingers with the "caster's" left hand.

It's just a worthless "hovering curse"

The claw that was inexplicably hit on the wrist loosened the barrel of the gun. Loren, who held the "dragon teeth", did not continue to poke in, but swept through with the barrel of the gun, tore half of the fierce beast's face and blocked its claws at the last moment!

The black haired wizard was photographed and flew out without suspense. The figure falling to the ground rolled awkwardly, clutching the "dragon teeth" in his hand.

The footsteps became heavier and heavier, fatigue and pain almost came to him like a tide, his legs trembled, he could hardly support his body, and his sight became more and more blurred.

Is that all

The body has already run out of oil. It is also because Asriel has borne a considerable part of the burden for himself. Otherwise, he doesn't even have the strength to stand up and hold on to the "dragon teeth", let alone resist.

Did you lose

In the blink of an eye, mazka has once again rushed at the dark haired wizard. Loren, who can't even stand steadily, can only do symbolic resistance before he dies.

Clenching the right hand of "dragon teeth" slowly, the cold wand seemed to be perfectly connected with his hand. Even the slightest shaking of the gun tip, he could feel it clearly.

The left hand behind was slightly open, the faint red Rune floated in the palm, and the trembling fingers could crush it at any time.

It's not the time. It's not the most appropriate moment... Lauren, with his head down, slowly accumulates his last strength. His body is numb with pain.

The evil god has not completely put down his vigilance. He is still on guard against his final counterattack. His posture is just to test his feint and cheat himself, as Lauren used to do in the past.

Be patient... You only have one chance, and you can't do it again.

There was a throb in his heart, and the figure of the dark haired wizard trembled slightly - he was stared at by mazka!

The black and red shadow no longer hesitated, with the shrill whistling sound of tearing the air, attacked Lauren!

Even with his eyes closed, Loren could still feel the murderous intention mixed with fear in the tyranny, and the momentum of tearing himself to pieces.

"Kill the stranger... Kill the stranger!!!"

It's now -!!!!

Without any warning, the gray blue light shone again, and the left hand behind made the last Turin fire!

The golden red flame swept out, and the flame around the gun turned into a spiral with indomitable momentum and sent out the final roar!

"Dragon teeth -!!"