Chapter 1067

"Every time, when the friends of dear Loren care about him in different ways, it seems that an inaudible voice is silently telling poor Asriel..."

A blonde boy in a midnight blue Nightgown was lying on the black haired wizard's bed, supporting his small head with his elbows. His pathetic eyes stared round as if he had been wronged:

"You are not the only one."

"... go down."

The dark haired wizard had no expression.

"Yes, in fact, poor Asriel always knows this, but who makes dear Loren the only friend of others; even if he is sneered at, he can only face it with a smile." the young man's expression is more wronged, and his sad eyebrows seem to sigh spring and Autumn:

"Dedication requires no return. Even if it is not accepted, we should always focus on it and never betray... This is friendship."

Without saying a word, Loren raised his right foot and aimed at Asriel's face door.

"Of course, even a certain safe distance between friends is necessary - after all, even between lovers, there is a free space such as the so-called 'mutual secrets'."

In the blink of an eye, the missing blonde boy who disappeared from Lauren's bed has sat on the back chair next to the bed. The dark blue Nightgown has turned into a small red and black dress. Even a blonde hair has been taken care of, and a small ponytail has been combed in the back:

"Such a distance will not only not alienate each other, but also increase a certain sense of mystery and attract each other, making the relationship more lasting... Well, yes, that's it."

Loren couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.

"Well, it seems that dear Lauren is in a good mood - it's great to be so energetic after such a full and meaningful day and night."

The soft radian caught up in the corner of the blonde's mouth and his eyes were gentle: "I know you know a lot now, Loren, but you must have more questions, so... If you want to ask anything, just ask."

Just ask?

You should know that you have basically guessed that the eagle king, who has obtained the power of four evil gods, lost his power at the last moment. No matter how certain he is, he can't get rid of Asriel.

As for how he did it... In fact, it doesn't matter. The only "puppet" who can threaten himself has been voluntarily abandoned by them. Without exception, all four evil god apostles fell into their own hands; Even if you want to invade again, you have to wait for decades.

If you insist that there is anything that makes you uneasy, it is only

"Second valve."

Asriel smiled gracefully.

"After poor Asriel's unremitting efforts, he finally persuaded those guys not to interfere or be enemies with us; so the most critical thing for dear Loren right now is everything about the second valve."

"In eboden a long time ago, people once proposed to help Loren master this power, but it was rejected by the cruel Loren. Now..."

"Persuade?" asked the dark haired wizard.

"Don't care about these details, dear Loren. Occasional informality can make you look more elegant." Asriel's voice is pure and sweet, like wine:

"They have admitted their defeat and will no longer be Lauren's enemies - for those treacherous deserters, cowards, traitors, shameless gutter mice; as winners, we might as well be magnanimous."

... it's generous enough.

Loren had a faint touch. The relationship between Asriel and them was never as simple as he described. Those emotions... Disgust, hate, gnashing teeth

"Mood." Asriel, who did not change his face, nodded gently and interrupted:

"That's it - after opening the second valve, you will no longer judge each other's emotions through the observation of physical changes, but the 'message' obtained by void response."

"Dear Loren, do you remember I said that opening the second valve brings the improvement of 'wisdom', so that the mind can match the power, obtain a new" vision "and understand what ordinary people can't understand; at the same time, it will find its own 'eyes'..."

"When you will no longer be covered by chaos and sensibility, you will also be exposed in front of the void while 'seeing' the existence of the void."

"You will no longer be a beast waving infinite power, but surpass it and have a higher level of 'wisdom'."

"Your language, will, and even the lightning of the collision of thinking will be given practical significance."

Asriel blinked: "well, that's actually a wrong metaphor, because Loren couldn't understand it at that time... But now, dear Loren, I should be able to understand what others mean."

The black haired wizard was slightly stunned and immediately had a new question:

"You mean that after opening the second valve, I will be more closely connected with the void, so I will have the touch of 'being peeped'?"

"Yes, just like when you show your expression, you will be seen by the people around you; your void response is the 'message' you convey; they are like the smoke and dust of firewood and the water vapor of hot water. They are detected by all the independent consciousness around. Of course, they will also have the touch of 'peeping'."

Asriel continued: "of course, there are deviations in such a metaphor, but it does not hinder such understanding."

"As for the closer relationship with the void... No, dear Loren, it's an illusion that you can't have!"

The blonde's words suddenly became a little harsh.

The void reaction that filled the room seemed to convey his gradually serious mood.

"When the birds soared in the sky, they thought they could turn into a long wind; the samurai waved the long knife, so that they regarded the long knife as a part of themselves, and even went further... To the so-called" unity of man and knife "or" unity of heart and mind. "Asriel's mood revealed a few disdains:

"But it's just an illusion, a self deceptive lie."

"No matter how changeable it is, birds will not turn into a long wind; and the so-called" man and knife in one "maniac is just a maniac who is good at killing people."

"What are we? We who own ourselves are not weapons of murder, cold steel, fire and wind, nor can we be 'closer' to the void!"

The blonde boy stood up from the armchair and bent down. His exquisite face slowly approached Lauren bit by bit: "we have an independent consciousness of self thinking; emotions and messages are just external existence, not ourselves."

"Dear Loren, remember this." Asriel, who was getting closer and closer, looked at the dark haired wizard and almost leaned on the tip of his nose: "for you, the void is only an existence that is no different from the material world."

The dark haired wizard nodded slightly.

"Really?" the scarlet eyes glittered with strange luster, and the tip of the tongue gently wiped the bloodless corners of the lips.

"Really."

"Yes... But Asriel has some doubts. Maybe he should check it more carefully..."

"Click!"

The light sleeve sword popped from under Lauren's right wrist, and the tip of the sword stood against the pale and tender neck of the blonde boy.

For a moment of silence, the smiling blonde straightened up naturally, as if nothing had happened.

The expressionless Loren also silently put away the sleeve sword of his right hand and hid it under the quilt.

"But now the most troublesome thing for Loren should not be the side details of emotion and how to understand the void response..."

Asriel, who smiled and put his hands on his back, continued: "the most important thing is that now dear Loren can't 'use' the power of emptiness as in the past, so that he has to try to curb his power in turn... Right?"

The dark haired wizard frowned slightly.

"Open the second valve and have a completely different vision from the past... It doesn't just mean that ordinary void forces can't hurt Loren. Similarly, the way you used void forces in the past no longer means anything to you."

"Now, dear Loren... Is like an urchin who has great power but doesn't know where his power is now; even the slightest use of power may cause unexpected consequences; while killing the enemy, his body and existence may be killed together, so..."

"Dear Loren, you need to limit your strength for a long time and stop using the power of emptiness. At the same time, under the guidance of a 'very experienced' friend, you gradually know how to use your strength." Asriel smiled more and more brightly:

"At the same time, you also need someone who can absolutely protect you to avoid all possible accidents."

"Someone who can definitely protect me?" Loren asked.

"Yes, the poor Asriel thought that the task was simply to give up himself - but considering that the vampire body had been completely destroyed by serliol, he had to give up."

"As for a fake lady... Her vampire body is still intact, but that level of body is not enough to cope with most battles, at most as a meat shield; what Loren needs is a guard who can fight all day, not just a shield."

The blonde shrugged his shoulders. "So... Asriel can only give it to a partner he can absolutely trust."

Absolutely trusted partner?

Stunned for a second, Loren suddenly noticed something and blurted out: "Lucian?!"

"Yes, it's our mutual good friend Lucian - if it's right, there's no better person than him." Asriel smiled more brightly:

"After telling him the whole story, dear Lucian accepted the task without hesitation; for this reason, he has completely accepted Asriel's evil god mark and officially become an apostle."

"He needs strength, Loren. I know you won't accept it, but it's true - Lucian, hates himself without strength. He needs more and stronger strength as soon as possible to keep up with you instead of being left behind by you."

"So he learned the samurai skills of elves, mastered the skills of demon hunters, and accepted the mark from Asriel; on the contrary, poor Asriel also needed more people to 'realize' and 'admit' my existence."

"In this way, maybe one day, poor Asriel can restore his' virtue 'in this world, not just his ghost existence."

"Of course, he volunteered all this; after all, poor Asriel is only an evil god, not a devil!"

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"OK, there should be no third person here except us. Can you tell me?"

At the top of the high tower of the floating city, Brandon, who stood next to the wall stack and looked down at the ice field, said coldly behind him: "tell me, what happened to the fortress of duanjieshan, and what's the secret?"

"I'm very sorry, your highness." although he said so, Edward the night watchman's face didn't mean to apologize at all. He was still stiff and indifferent:

"But as for the information about the fortress of duanjieshan, I think you really shouldn't get the news at the same time with Duke Bain - at least, you should calm down after knowing exactly what happened, and then discuss the follow-up matters with him."

When the voice fell, Brandon looked at the respectful Edward behind him with some amazement and laughed.

"It's really... Merciless. Don't I remember you and Lauren are also friends?"

"Just because I am a friend, I am very impressed by him - just a person who is good at dominating the situation. Even if sometimes he doesn't mean it, he will make things develop in a direction favorable to him."

Edward just said coldly: "I think that in the future, similar things should be reported to your highness first, and then Duke Bain can participate in the discussion, not vice versa."

The tower, whistling in the cold wind, was quiet for a moment.

Brandon stared at the night watchman behind him, and the smile on his mouth became a little playful.

"You know, your expression and words just remind me of a person... LUT infinite."

Edward did not change his face. "It's my pleasure."

"Indeed, because now I also think it's not bad to have such a guy around... As long as he is loyal to me and the de sallion family." Brandon nodded slightly:

"Now tell me, what happened to duanjieshan fortress?"

"The night watchman who sent the letter said that our army was half a day late - when they arrived, the battle of duanjieshan fortress was completely over."

"It's over?!" Brandon was surprised: "Hey, don't tell me that we lost..."

"The loser is the Azores... The army of 40000 Azores was completely destroyed. Except for a few, there was no life." Edward said coldly: "as for the fortress of duanjie mountain..."

He paused for a moment, as if there were some accidents, and whispered in an incredulous tone:

"Maybe... There is no 'broken boundary Mountain Fortress' in the world."