Chapter 273

"... farewell."

Ariel, dressed in black, raised the long sickle of the skeleton sickle, and came at him with elegant steps like dancers on the ice.

Cold hands and feet, rapid heartbeat, pupil diffusion

Although I don't know why, at this moment, Loren did feel fear, real fear of death, so that his body was stiff and disobeyed.

It seemed that he was not in battle, but was escorted on the altar. As a sacrifice, the executioner cut off his head, then cut open his chest with a sharp axe, and took out the beating heart gushing plasma as a gift to God!

I don't know why, but I... I'm going to... Die?

Wait... No, I have to do something. Even if my body can't move, at least my consciousness is awake, that is to say, I can still use the magic spell. Remember... What did Peter FASA say

"... just as you think, Loren, the night watchman's spell may be the most special 'wizard spell' in the world - the three core ones are even designed entirely for combat, and follow the two principles of simplicity and practicality."

"The 'beyond perception' with the most obvious effect and the strongest side effects can greatly improve the ability of response and insight;"

"The most practical 'force impact' - the fighting means of many night watchmen. With a little practice, they can fly the enemy. Skilled people can even attach their strength to weapons. Edward is best at this. His stabbing sword can pierce the strongest armor!"

"Then, there is one that many night watchers have never mastered, but it is equally practical... Because the name alone is very ugly. In addition, most night watchers' spiritual halls can only engrave two high-level magic spells. In addition, it can only be effective when they are dying, so there are not many people who master it. It is called..."

What's it called

Ariel has jumped into her arms, and the cold skeleton sickle falls face to face!

"Poof --!"

Blood gushed, and the long sickle almost cut the black haired wizard in two. His body leaned back uncontrollably, and gradually blurred his sight and watched his plasma dance.

It must hurt... Ariel, holding the sickle against her, stared sadly at the fallen Loren. No matter how strong he was, such wounds and bleeding were enough to take his life.

He is still just a "human", his body is still just a fragile body of flesh and blood, absolutely impossible

Ariel suddenly felt something and widened her dark eyes!

impossible!

The figure who fell in the pool of blood was shocked violently, like being hammered heavily on his chest by a giant hammer. His eyes that had not been defeated suddenly shrunk and recovered their focus, and then every muscle, every bone and every blood vessel

The body is like the most sophisticated instrument, completing "debugging" at an unimaginable speed, starting to run again in the most perfect state, and gradually being re controlled by consciousness.

The wound seemed to have never existed... The unbelievable girl stared at the black haired wizard, got up from his pool of blood, knelt on the ground, gasped and looked up at her with difficulty:

"Sorry, I have a second hand!"

Out of breath, Loren clenched his teeth.

"Die now" --!

This should have been a means of deceiving the enemy by pretending to die, and it can indeed save lives on the verge of death, just to repair the void erosion caused by the fatal injury of the body. Even a real wizard can never resist it.

But for Loren Turin, this is the last thing he needs to worry about!

Ariel's expression was so ugly that the dark haired wizard could even feel that the girl was staring at him with unbelievable eyes.

Like abrupt notes, superfluous footnotes - everything that was perfect and harmonious was broken at the moment he stood up again!

At this moment, the embarrassed Loren Turin smiled brilliantly. It was clear that his right hand holding "bright silver" was trembling. He had just got up and couldn't even stand stably.

But I've seen through your means, dear Ellie... No, asrell, your ability is really the same as your legend.

Blood sacrifice!

From the moment I saw those black eyes, even from the moment I stepped into the corridor hall, everything happened was a "blood ceremony" carefully prepared for myself:

The coming angel of death is the beginning of the announcement ceremony;

The whispering voice in my ears is the prayer before execution;

When the sickle is raised, he is a sacrifice to God - and the sacrifice should naturally be joy and fear. If there is no accident, the knife just now should be cut out even his own heart.

"It's a pity... The sacrifice that failed to sacrifice can't be sacrificed for the second time." taking the first difficult step, Loren, trembling at the corners of his mouth, tried to maintain a sneer on his face, and the "bright silver" in his left hand pointed to the "Asriel" in front of him.

The girl stared at him, silent, and the bone sickle in her hand had been raised again.

"In return, I'll give you the second best sentence I've heard in my last life." the black haired wizard whispered softly. Gray blue patterns appeared again under his cheeks and his eyes were burning:

"If the dead do not die, they will rise again!

Its potential is stronger --!! "

At the moment of roaring, the girl had waved her knife again, and the ground cut by the sickle raised black smoke like a poisonous snake.

Lauren smiled, and the tip of the "bright silver" sword once again burst into a gray blue light.

He didn't mean to dodge at all. He flicked his fingers with his left hand.

"Turin fire"

"Boom --!!"

Black and red intertwined, instantly burst into pieces!

No, more accurately, at that moment, the fire in Turin was completely covered by black smoke and did not erupt its due power - but this is not the key. This time, the girl did not disappear, but chose to retreat.

How can Loren miss such an opportunity?!

The gray and blue shadow rushed up like a falcon. The girl who noticed it immediately swept with a sickle. The dark smoke dispersed like a fan. The retreated attacker rolled away in embarrassment. The thick smoke sliding over his shoulder was still like an insect, leaving a bite wound on his shoulder.

But he still didn't stop.

A forced retreat only made him change the direction of attack, look for the opportunity to close up, and cut each other with the gray blue "blade" and the skeleton sickle!

Ariel gathered her smile and looked at Lauren with only regret and sadness.

When he stood up again, it was no longer the battle she expected.

She finally understood why mazka was defeated by Loren... Even if she could beat him, she could only stop him once, or even just delay his pace; When the blood ceremony failed, I had lost the only chance to kill him.

As he said himself

If the dead do not die, they will rise again, and their potential will be stronger!

Despicable Asriel, you planned all this, didn't you? Ariel sighed softly, and the whirling sickle leaped with the thin figure, carrying black smoke like a waterfall.

The dark haired wizard slipped back and quickly avoided the sickle falling from the sky. But the girl who fell to the ground didn't stop. She rushed towards him with a long sickle like a ghost!

If you retreat, you will lose the opportunity to attack again; If you attack, the sickle raised can pierce yourself in an instant.

There is only one time, and there is no room for hesitation.

In an instant, the black haired wizard waving the gray blue blade rushed forward!

The sudden sprint of Loren left only a residual shadow. The girl who had already noticed stopped and dragged the skeleton sickle across the right side of her body, waiting for the figure to step into its range.

Ariel's eyes were cold and deeply attached.

Dear Lauren, you will lose anyway, but no matter how many times, I can accompany you

The dark scythe raised an elegant arc from her, pointed at the black haired wizard who was about to step into the range, and cut him off with one knife.

"Dang -!!"

Ariel's eyes widened!

At that moment, instead of waving his sword, Loren stubbornly put the tip of his sword against the long handle of the sickle and almost wiped the edge to avoid the long sickle!

No, that's impossible. Even so, the length of the skeleton sickle still exceeds "bright silver". He was hurt. The torn wound on the waist is the best evidence.

But Loren doesn't care anymore - he has stepped into the "blind area" of the bone sickle. No matter how sharp the sickle is within two feet, he can't force himself back!

He held up the "bright silver", just as he had imitated the wandering Knight Leonardo, just a little servant himself.

Raise your sword with both hands, raise your head, and then

Cut -!!!!