Chapter 274

Blood gushing!

Under the "bright silver" gray blue sword, the girl was cut in two.

Still smiling, she fell peacefully into a pool of blood, and the skeleton sickle in her hand disintegrated bit by bit in mid air, quietly turning into dust.

The severed body twitched constantly, and the gushing plasma soaked the soles of the black haired wizard's boots.

Lauren, who still kept his sword posture, did not move and gasped. Endured the wound on her waist and stared at Ariel's gray face.

It's so easy... It's not even normal.

An evil god who has almost recovered all his strength cannot be defeated by such a simple way!

But the fact is in front of us. No matter what standard to describe her, she is dead, and she was killed by herself without warning.

Is that true?

The pool of blood under your feet gradually diffused around. I don't know when the deep dark red has covered most of the corridor.

The brazier in the hall was lit again!

As expected, Loren immediately looked at the girl's body. The cut bones were melting and swallowed by the surrounding plasma in the blink of an eye.

What is this

"Dear Loren, you don't know the content of other people's' Legends' as well as you think."

Ariel's soft voice floated in the corridor Hall:

"The sacrifice is over... And the real blood ceremony has just begun --!"

In the shocked eyes of the black haired wizard, a figure suddenly climbed up in the pool of blood overflowing the corridor, struggled to get up, and held the rusted sword in his right hand.

Around him, in every corner of the corridor hall, new figures are still climbing out of the plasma, holding the rusted iron sword and approaching him step by step.

Those ferocious twisted but inexplicably familiar faces, these guys

All crazy themselves.

The surprised black haired wizard's mouth trembled slightly and inadvertently recalled.

The familiar black humor as like as two peas, is another Asher, just like a fellow's evil taste.

Waving rusty iron swords, such as the "us" of the living dead are approaching step by step. The helpless dark haired wizard has been surrounded.

He knew when these enemies would attack, because "they" were all themselves and would fight in the most stable and wild way.

So these crude "living dead"

It can never be your opponent.

Loren frowned slightly - if Asriel could understand, Ariel had no reason not to guess this. It was impossible to defeat herself by a few flesh and blood puppets alone.

This is just a means for her to delay time. The real "blood ceremony" is still behind.

The blood under his feet was still churning. The first "living dead" to get up slowly raised his head, set up an iron sword with the most standard posture and approached cautiously.

Loren coldly put "bright silver" back into the scabbard, looked at "himself" with bare hands, and his eyes were full of provocation.

Come on!

The living dead didn't disappoint him - at the moment of confirming that the enemy was "unarmed", the rusty iron sword stabbed Lauren in the chest!

The black haired wizard's eyes flashed and his right hand suddenly raised while he dodged sideways.

The wrist of the sword was held in an instant, and the cold iron sword changed its direction at the moment of falling and stabbed into the abdominal cavity of the "living dead"!

Also aware of the enemy's living dead around, he immediately rushed to the figure almost madly and launched an attack without reservation.

Stomping away the enemy's body, Loren pulled out his iron sword and immediately turned to parry!

"Dang -!!"

The rusted body of the sword broke, but it also got a gap. The broken sword of the right hand, together with the hilt, stabbed into the other party's throat!

He kicked the enemy's body and ran into the enemy behind him. The black haired wizard slipped away from the sneak attack behind him and took the long sword!

Cut your throat with a sword!

Clenching the long sword, Loren looked around, surrounded by a forest of iron swords like an iron ring.

There is no room to hide

No matter how fragile and vulnerable, but with the advantage of quantity, these "us" can still push him to a dead end, leaving him no chance to move around.

The living and dead people gathered around coldly. They would never move before the black haired wizard started, and they didn't even have any intention of rushing up to fight.

They exist only to delay Ariel.

Loren's pupils narrowed into a seam, his body bowed, and his long sword lay across his eyes.

The left hand with the "caster" brushed gently, and the rusted sword body trembled and made a slight sound.

How could... Make you happy?!

Aware of the attack of the black haired wizard, the living dead immediately approached, but Loren did not retreat but entered, stepping on the splashing blood to meet him.

Long sword dance -!

In an instant, the moaning iron sword suddenly set off an invisible air wave, and the sound of metal fragmentation could only be heard where it touched.

Step, turn, swing, chop -!

"Come on! Ah --!!!"

In the roar, the black haired wizard was drowned by blood and broken corpses.

"Come again -!!!"

The roaring sound is as fierce as an irrational beast. Just like him, the iron sword in his hand is like a strong wind sweeping the territory. Only bright but deep red can be seen where he passes.

The surrounding "Lorens" still rushed forward one after another. The gushing plasma, flying stumps and cracked broken swords could not make them feel the slightest fear. They raised their iron swords like a puppet and attacked the shadow of the dancing sword.

Then... Was torn to pieces.

"Boom --!!!"

The hurricane stopped suddenly, and the plasma flying in the air fell like a waterfall. The black haired wizard covered in blood was like wearing a bright red cloak, and his body kept the last move of waving a sword.

The iron sword in his hand has already been broken.

But the battle is far from over.

The broken corpses soaked in plasma gradually melted like the girl's bones, and the plasma under your feet seemed to have life and gradually gathered in one direction.

There are even those limbs, organs, bones and vertebrae that have not been completely melted... It seems that they have been summoned by a voice and drowned in the gathered plasma.

Fear, nausea, chaos, strangeness... He once felt the emotion in front of mazka, which made him deeply experience it again.

At this moment, Loren felt exactly that he was facing a terrible devil, a real evil god!

The gathered plasma gradually turned into human form... The girl wrapped in blood, or... Asriel, holding her skeleton sickle, stood in front of the black haired wizard again.

Throwing away the broken sword, Loren pulled out the "bright silver" again and stared cautiously at his dark eyes.

Mazka's lesson told him that he could not be slack in the face of evil gods, otherwise the end would be miserable.

There is no doubt that the intelligent "Asriel" must be more dangerous than mazka.

"Such a desperate and desperate struggle... It's really tenacious."

Ariel stared at him quietly, with a complex and deep expression.

"Why struggle so hard and continue to suffer?"

"Because this is what I have been trying my best to do since the first day when the whole world opened its eyes." taking a difficult step forward, Loren Turin bit his teeth and smiled:

"Alive."

"Just for this?"

"Just for this!"

"I don't like this world. To be honest, I hate it here, because it's so out of place that I have to be careful at every step, so that I have to live trembling every day!"

"Then why insist?"

"Because... Only by sticking to it can I have a choice - hardship, pain and struggle. It doesn't matter. The important thing is that I made the choice myself. I'm willing to pay the price if I get what I want!"

Looking at the girl like a suing angel in front of her, Loren's expression was indifferent and somewhat contemptuous:

"You won't understand this, you won't understand this

You are too strong. "

Ariel looked at him without any retort.

"You're right, Ariel really doesn't understand." the girl shook her head: "but one person may understand this, the other

Who also loves Loren. "

Loren raised his eyebrows, and a bad feeling suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart.

The calm Ariel dodged slightly, and a small, familiar figure appeared behind her.

Loren's eyes widened!