Chapter 770

Staring at the approaching fascist with an indifferent smile, the black haired wizard could only reluctantly pretend to be relaxed, and his scalp was numb and looked at his eyes.

The bright silver with a gray blue sword was blocked in front of him. The "caster" behind him had pinched the next high-level magic spell, and the "spiritual horizon" was fully open, but

At this moment, Loren has no sense of security.

Bad luck.

"Pa! PA! PA!"

The solemn and indifferent fascists are still approaching step by step, as if beating everyone's heart; The grey pupil boy who was blocked by Loren got up from the ground trembling and looked at the "black fog" that enveloped them.

Just now, the humble "black fog" killed the dwarf Boris and ran through the chest of the oath knight.

Lucian clenched his lower lip and kept himself calm with pain. His silver gray pupils stared at the strange and terrible figure with some determination.

Yes, this is not the time to be afraid... I am Lord Loren's escort, and I should do my part!

"Loren Turin... You."

The icy words sounded, and Francis stopped, as if looking at the black haired wizard in front of him:

"Are you afraid?"

"I don't think this word is enough to express one ten thousandth of my feelings for you." after deliberately telling a cold joke, Loren barely raised the corners of his mouth, and the "caster" behind him slowly opened the magic array in the palm of his hand:

"I think it may be more appropriate to use 'awe' or 'fear'."

Now the distance between the two sides is almost 20 steps, and the magic array can only be expanded to about 10 steps, which can't be hidden... Wait.

"Fear, awe, fear... This is man's attitude towards God;" Francis said faintly: "it is also man's attitude towards the 'unknown'."

"Because you don't understand, you are afraid and awed; therefore, you should regard it as faith and regard it as good; see it as the source of all disasters and disasters and denounce it as evil.

Niederhogg... Those crazy and bottomless maniacs in the Dragon Kingdom who call themselves' gods' use this to turn the fate of the whole world into playthings in their palm. "

"But they failed," Lauren said calmly, with a cold sweat on his forehead.

"Failed?"

The unmoved fascist sneered and snorted: "Loren Turin... You must have seen the wizard after entering the Dragon King tower, right?"

Loren gave a sudden shock and his pupils shrank.

He said... "Also"?

"Is he as sincere as you, telling you that he has made cruel actions for a simple and beautiful dream, ushered in inevitable failure and a tragedy."

With ironic eyes, Francis was still approaching step by step: "so, Loren Turin..."

"Do you really want to tell me that you will believe the poor fairy tale told by a ghost from a past era?"

"It's not necessarily." after pulling the corners of his mouth, Loren took the initiative to step forward, hesitated for a few seconds, and squeezed out a smile very hard:

"Actually... I'm a reasonable party."

Good, twelve steps.

The expression of Francis was still ironic and cold to the bone.

"They never failed, everything worked as they expected, everything worked as they expected."

The pale face began to tremble, and the bloodshot pupils trembled. The expression of fascist became crazy from the calm at the beginning: "when the glory of the Holy Cross shines on the world, when all obstacles dissipate; the world with overlapping spirit and material will become a puppet of the dragon's blood!"

Looking at the fascists who seem to be "singing" in the next second, the black haired wizard always feels that the other party's tone sounds very strange.

How to describe... Full of subjective opinions, but reasonable; It doesn't seem to be seen or heard from anywhere.

"And I... Will do everything to stop that day."

Slightly stunned, Lauren, who stood in place, immediately showed his most sincere smile:

"The spirit is commendable. I wish you success."

Pa -!

With a snap of fingers, the gray blue magic array quickly opened at their feet.

High level magic spell, silent dream.

In an instant, the boundless darkness swallowed up two people at the same time.

The effect of dumb dream is to suppress all the empty energy... In the face of fascism, Loren doesn't expect to completely suppress him, but just one time is enough.

Just a blink of an eye is enough!

The next second, the black haired wizard decisively jumped at the fascist who was still standing in place, and the sharp bright silver sword ran through the fragile chest.

Draw the sword, make a surprise attack, stab directly, and finish it at one go.

"Poof --!"

Plasma splash.

The dark haired wizard was shocked.

Just at that moment, fascist... He didn't mean to hide at all.

No!

At the same time, the whole "dumb dream" has been torn apart; The black fog in mid air gradually condensed into shape and attacked the black haired wizard.

"Dang --!"

Liang Yin, who was shot off, barely stopped the "long gun" that was about to run through his throat. Although he realized that the situation had changed, Loren still couldn't give up such a good opportunity. His left hand with the "caster" was a snap finger.

High level spell, rock will.

With the violent roar, the black wall rose on both sides of the black haired wizard at the same time, completely sealing the space around himself and fascism, and intercepting all the black fog.

Loren, half kneeling on the ground, pulled out the last bright silver, and his dark pupils stared at the figure still standing in place.

Ten short alleys, narrow roads meet.

There's only one chance.

If you can't take advantage of this opportunity to keep Francis in the deep mine forever, you will never have peace... In terms of layout and planning, you will never be his opponent.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

The wall made of rock is constantly wailing, and the expressionless Loren rushes straight forward; Every bone and blood vessel in the body seemed to roar from the deep place.

The fascist who had been pierced through his chest still stood in place, and his black robe had been dyed dark red by blood.

"Boom --!!!"

The overburdened walls turned into countless broken earth and gravel in an instant; The cracked stone tore the black haired wizard's cheek, but it still couldn't stop him.

Time solidifies at this moment; Falling earth rock, raiding black haired wizard, raised sword blade, stunned Lucian, motionless Francis

Everything is like slow motion.

Pop!

Loren suddenly grasped the neck of fascist, and the fragile neck bone was crushed in an instant; The raised bright silver ran through the chest of fascist.

"Die for me -!!!"

The whining ribs are broken and broken; With a dull noise, the heart exploded in the chest.

"Boom --!"

With the dazzling light in the dark tunnel, the head of Francis was shrouded in flames and turned into scattered sparks.

Did you win?

Looking at Lauren, who fell on his knees and gasped, this question immediately appeared in the mind of the gray pupil boy.

The next second, the situation changes!

Just in time to feel a sense of weightlessness, the black haired wizard hit the rock wall of the mine like a flying stone cannon.

The flying corpse ran through Loren's shoulder and his body was nailed in mid air.

"Ah ah --!"

He roared low and Loren gasped, but he still couldn't restrain the plasma gushing from his shoulders and the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Loren --!"

"Don't come --!"

The struggling black haired wizard reluctantly raised his right hand and tried his best to stop Lucian who wanted to attack.

The grey pupil boy who instinctively obeyed the order suddenly stopped, his pupils shrank and his whole body trembled.

The black fog turned into a long gun and stopped at a distance of less than two fingers from his face.

Shivering cold sweat ran across the tip of his nose, "puff", and the stunned gray pupil boy collapsed directly to the ground, gasping.

Not afraid of death is one thing, but passing the edge of death... That's another.

Seeing him standing there intact, the weak black haired wizard reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief, smiled bitterly and looked up straight ahead; In the dark fog, the figure of fascism appeared in front of him again.

And the fallen bones have become a pool of flesh and blood that can't see who it is.

It's really... No surprise.

"Loren Turin, you are always very proud of your 'plan', aren't you?" Francis's voice is hoarse and his expression is very kind:

"After so many experiences, do you still think I will believe your nonsense?"

"No... on the contrary, I don't think you will believe it, and you will definitely 'tease' me in this way." cold sweating and bloodless, Loren still managed to squeeze out a smile:

"So I took the risk of being killed by you and did a small experiment to verify a guess."

A trace of doubt flashed from the corner of Francis's eye, but it was only a flash.

"There is a famous saying called 'everything has its objective universal law' - after careful study, I found that this is still applicable to vanity, magic and even evil gods."

The energy consumption was too serious, which made him gasp for words: "just like I don't know how you did it, I don't want to know, but..."

"Every time from 'physical destruction' to, um... First call it 'resurrection', it takes you about four or five seconds; and being able to be killed proves that your body still maintains the objective law of the material world."

"There is also a saying that 'people will die if they are killed'... It's ridiculous, but it's more appropriate to put it on you."

Although it was extremely painful, Loren smiled more brilliantly: "in a word, during this period, you absolutely 'don't exist' in this world - so as long as I can find a way to block the void in a wide range at this moment, do you think something... Particularly interesting will happen?"

Before the words fell, the expression of Francis had become extremely ugly.

"You are so arrogant and bold to say such threatening words..." Francis said coldly: "do you want to make you and me into a life and death relationship?"

"I don't want to have any relationship with you except 'life and death'." Loren tilted his head, but he couldn't shrug when he was nailed to the wall:

"Besides, I don't like men and I'm not interested in women's clothes."

"..." although he was worried about the state of the black haired wizard at the moment, Lucian's expression was extremely strange.

He clearly remembered that ayin was indeed held in his arms by the "Duke".

Lord ain, it should be a man... Right?

"As for why I dare to speak like this..." deliberately imitating the tone of fascism, the smiling expression trembled slightly because it pulled the wound:

"It's the same reason why Lucian and I are still alive."

"Lord Francis, you need me."

Lucian looked surprised and stared at the black haired wizard in disbelief.

The cold and solemn fascist had no waves on his face.

"Unfortunately... You guessed right."

Loren breathed a sigh of relief.

"Dwarves... Their self righteous pride covers up history." with his eyes narrowed, fascist's tone became more and more stable, just like him in the past:

"Just as the Holy Cross is not a coincidence, so is the discovery of Mithril - do you think the dwarf, an inferior and stubborn race, has really achieved its present achievements with its own strength?"

"Of course not, they are just a group of slaves driven by the Dragon kingdom; like the sakran Empire, the only value of the door is to mine secret silver for them."

"They have been trained, trained and brainwashed, become perfect tools, and are complacent and proud... Of course, your 'little toy' is right; even if it is just a tool, it is also a tool full of threats."

"He's not a 'little toy', he has a name." Lauren's smile disappeared and said calmly, "he's my friend. He used his life to protect my friend... More than once."

He looked contemptuously at the grey pupil boy with his head bowed and silent. Francis was noncommittal.

Wait, No.

Loren finally realized why he felt particularly disharmonious.

The tone of fascism is by no means the tone of a "latecomer".

It's like he has experienced that era and witnessed it with his own eyes as a bystander... Even if he really learned the so-called "truth" from the mouth of the black cross, he can't be sure to chisel to this point.

"I can spare you and your 'friend' life, and I can show you the truth of that era..." Francis said coldly:

"If you agree to my terms... How about Loren Turin?"

Loren didn't answer. He spread his hand in a very awkward posture nailed to the wall, showing a helpless wry smile:

"Do I have a choice?"

The answer is, of course, No.