Chapter 382

The night was getting darker, but there was still no sign of the snowstorm stopping.

In the howling cold wind, the ice cracking roar of rotten corpse demons can no longer be heard between the black glacier and snow mountain; The only thing that could be clearly seen among the stars was the towering shadow of niederhogg in the distance.

The dark haired wizard who escaped from the chase of the demon army all day hid in a shallow cave in the falling snow mountain, gasping for breath, and his beating heart was almost breaking through his chest and tearing the whole body in half!

Clutching the "bright silver" in his hand, Loren, who was disordered in breathing, sat on the ground relying on the mountain wall. His dark pupils stared at the entrance of the cave motionless, and his eyes did not deviate for a moment.

He's waiting, waiting for the guy who's been chasing him all day to find him.

And the other party will come.

For no other reason, being an apostle of lemantes is enough - the running dog of the "dead man" naturally has the same "hobby" as its owner.

Desperate despair, despair in trouble, survival under heavy Siege

Psychopaths like this, don't they?

The wind and snow outside the cave have not stopped. The cold and biting wind makes the body gradually stiff and numb. Bit by bit, it devours the remaining heat in the tired body, and the left hand holding the sword handle keeps moving, so as not to lose consciousness.

The dark eyes under the messy hair tips have been covered with blood, and almost nothing can be seen in the dark night with dim light source; The cold teeth and trembling black hair wizard gently licked his chapped lips and tried his best to keep calm.

In the blurred vision, a staggering figure appeared outside the cave.

"Talkative little gentleman, I didn't expect us to meet again so soon."

Faoda, who was leaning on a crutch, walked into the cave, but his gentle and implicit words showed a cold breath: "injured, or did your friends leave you exhausted?"

"Your Excellency faoda, nice to meet you."

The howling cold wind made Lauren, who was gradually numb, shiver and barely showed a little smile: "to be exact, I'm not going to run away."

"Very good..."

The old man's tone became colder and colder: "the previous proposal is still valid - tell me niederhogg's entrance, and I will let bygones be bygones, and I will let you embrace death without pain."

After a slight breath, the black haired wizard struggled to get up from the ground, and his dark pupils glowed: "in fact, I also have a proposal for you..."

"Oh?"

Faoda's expression was very subtle, and his eyes lit up: "I'm still going to continue my dying struggle... It's too unfortunate!"

"Such a naughty creature, the old man must be punished instead of the 'dead man'! Torture, torture, torture! Steel nails irrigate the ears, dig eyes and nose, pry the skull and brain, open the chest and remove the dirt, chop the human stick, peel the skin and remove the bone..."

The old man who was just calm suddenly murmured like a ferocious beast smelling blood, and his throat kept making a broken wind like sound.

But his voice stopped suddenly - another footstep appeared outside the cave.

And the sound of the blade coming out of the scabbard.

Just for a moment, the excited faoda regained his original indifference. The old man who didn't look back slightly nodded, and his white teeth showed in the corner of his grinning mouth: "can you remember this despicable stench clearly

Yes, only the dogs of the Holy Cross smell like this! "

The expressionless guard Knight pulled out the sharp blade and approached faoda step by step; Bright stars full of gaps dragged their feet, leaving a deep scratch on the snow on the ground.

The dark haired wizard who got up slowly dropped the bright silver in his hand, the cracked corners of his mouth whispered softly, and the gray blue sword was blooming with a deep brilliance in the dark midnight, like a cold flame.

Faoda clenched his crutch, looked at the guard Knight behind him with almost contemptuous eyes, and looked coldly into the eyes of the black haired wizard.

"A wizard and a church Knight... You tried hard to lead the old man here at the risk of death. This is your trap?"

"Yes, this is my trap - my last and only card." Loren said slowly, "and you will die here!"

"Absurd, old power..."

"The evil god lemantes, that is, the so-called 'dead man', personally created the chief culprit of this terrible monster, the rotten corpse devil, and the devil who controls the end form of 'death'. In other words, as long as it is a 'living creature that can be killed', it is absolutely invincible in front of it!"

Loren, who suddenly opened his mouth, coldly interrupted the old man: "all the 'dead' are the servants of lemantes. They can take their lives and give them, and even constantly transform between them."

"So we, who are still born in the flesh, have absolutely no chance of winning in front of lemantes."

"But... You are not lemantes; Lord faoda, you are just lemantes' Apostle... Therefore, your power is limited, or 'extremely' limited."

"Isn't it? If it's the evil god lemantes, even hundreds of thousands of rotten corpse demons can use their hands, and even the successive snow mountains will turn into ashes in front of it in an instant!"

"It's better to say that the reason why this barren land turned into what it is now is precisely because of the power of lemantes. Is the result wrong?"

The calm Loren spoke quickly and kept saying under the increasingly ugly expression of FA ODA:

"If you also have the power comparable to lemantes... No, even if it's just the power of proximity, a caster has long been turned into ashes; the reason why you drag it up to now is not because of how smart you are, nor because of your deliberate drainage."

"If you want to describe it, if lemantes is the moon, you are at most a fluorspar; the seemingly terrible power is actually just a crude and clumsy imitation, which is comparable to a poor caster!"

"So the real answer is very simple. Your strength is not enough to kill me, because you are

Too weak --! "

The voice echoed in the cave for a long time. The guard Knight approaching from the rear stopped and squinted at the "old man" who was trembling slightly.

In the sight of the dark haired wizard, faoda's cold face kept twisting, and his uncertain face kept changing; Loren, with a tight heart, swallowed hard, and his left hand clenched the handle of the sword began to sweat.

Asriel... You'd better not lie to me this time, or I'll drag you to hell!

"Oh... Really, dear Loren began to doubt poor Asriel again." the voice of a young man sighing came to Loren's mind:

"At least this time, I really didn't lie - as I mentioned, every evil god is very familiar with each other; and lemantes, a perverted madman, may have strange thinking, strange behavior, nausea and be addicted to the sacrifice ceremony of various ghost animals..."

"But, like all perverts and madmen, the most unbearable thing is verbal provocation and stimulation!"

Before Loren noticed it, in the blink of an eye, faoda roared like a ferocious beast, trembling and raised his right hand with a black skeleton!

At that moment, Loren seemed to see himself opening the "valve" for the first time in the big wall.

Black thin lines gushed out of the skeleton marks, gradually gushed into the upper cheeks along the withered arms and neck, and finally covered the whole body, making the roaring faoda sound like a scream!

The guard knight and the dark haired wizard looked at each other. They raised their sharp blades almost at the same time, moved slowly and were ready to go.

Faoda, who was covered with "black lines", roared and lowered his head fiercely! The twitching limbs were like some kind of monster walking and crawling in his body.

"Lowly creatures, Holy Cross dirty dogs..."

Slowly looked up, faoda's yellow eyes had been completely soaked with black lines, and his open mouth kept overflowing viscous pus:

"Ready... To face death -?!"