Chapter 160
The sword glow of gray and blue shined once again, leaving a light and shadow that disappeared after Loren's galloping silhouette.
There is not much time left for him-there is no concept of time in the dream of the void, but every second he delays, the number of sacrifices of the expedition team outside the Evernight Forest Valley is blocked. Will continuously increase!
These elven war dancers who have nothing to do with themselves, wholeheartedly believe in themselves, and even risk their lives to win this extremely slim opportunity for themselves, even if the overwhelming majority among them is not clear , What does Mezca mean.
They just saw a hope, the straw of a drowning man, believing that they can really end this ogre invasion, believing that their sacrifice is meaningful!
Kono, Gresas, Liya, Isuria... There are more elves who don’t even know their names. For a word of their own, a mission that seems impossible to complete, follow I walked on the Road of No Return.
For the promise and goal of others, even your life can be discarded. It's silly, isn't it?
But just for these foolish elves, he can feel his immense anger, the boiling flame is burning in the center of his chest, making him desperately want to roar, his original sober reason in this brief moment extremely fragile.
From the very beginning pure reason, to the present anger attacking the heart-because there are too many fool-like guys, all their beliefs are pinned on him.
Mezca, I am not fighting with you alone, but with the elves who have been slaughtered and ravaged by you. It was their sacrifice that sent me here. These fools... …Let me have to beat you.
I never live for others, but today I fight for them!
"A stranger...kill a stranger!!!"
The distorted ominous beast roared, and the fighting posture became more and more frantic. Every time the silhouette staggered, Loren Can clearly feel the changes in this Evil God. The movements are getting messier and more messy, and it is less and more difficult to see whether he is defending or attacking. What is tyrannical is just trying to tear Loren into pieces.
In a rampage, the sharp claws tore through the air time and time again, roaring at the black hair wizard who is much smaller than it, biting meaninglessly, and chasing and killing them one after another.
"Kill the stranger...Kill...the stranger!!!"
"Dragon Tooth" tore a huge wound behind Metzka, not caring The ominous beast turned his head and moved towards Loren and opened his bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl, and it only took a few minutes to bite half of his body into pieces!
The speed of ominous beasts is getting faster and faster, and the way of fighting is getting more and more violent. It seems that they have completely abandoned the previous posture that imitated Loren and used the wildest way to fight.
sharp claw, fangs, trampling, tearing... The roaring Evil God already desperately wants to tear Loren into pieces, like a mad dog, leaving countless sharp claws on the cold ground The traces crossed.
Loren desperately squeezed out his last little energy, the last trace of physical strength kept him calm and rational, and vented his angry flame hair on the "dragon teeth" in his hands. The roar that shattered everything with the tip of a gun.
He couldn't understand why Metzka suddenly changed, but Asriel was clear about it.
Asriel suppressed by Mezca can only stay in this dream world in a nearly transparent form, with an incredible sheen gleaming in the scarlet pupils.
Asriel has thought of countless ways that Loren might win...After all, his unique and unmatched physique makes this dear friend really capable of hurting a fallen Evil God, although the hope is very slim , But it is indeed possible for him to do it.
But now Asriel can clearly feel that Mezca...it is in fear.
It is desperately trying to end this fight, at all costs wanting to destroy this small existence that threatens it, and even transformed to the point of wild beast for this.
This is simply unimaginable-it is clear that Metzka is the one who is fully suppressed. It is clear that Loren has already reached the point where the lamp is exhausted, but no matter how suppressed, he can finally avoid That fatal blow, even counter-kill!
Loren is exhausted, and his current energy is not even enough to support him to use "Torino Fire" again, even if it is to maintain "Transcendence Perception", it is very reluctant, but he can't see anything. Signs of being defeated.
Suddenly, the young man felt like have one's hair stand on end. For the first time, his scarlet pupils shivered slightly.
Maybe... he didn't realize how far he could be, and he didn't even know what his own existence meant.
Loren Torino, a stranger who does not belong to this world, he is the one who truly terrifying.
He is still very weak, but every time he defeats an enemy, understands his own strength, and understands the nature of this world, he will become even more dangerous!
The pale lips on the delicate face lifted slightly, and the shocked Asriel suddenly smiled.
My dear friend, you can always surprise me...
sharp claw glided Loren’s ribs, and the splashed plasma stained the broken armor red ; And the roaring "Dragon Tooth" also hit the eyeballs of ominous beast!
go die for me ——! ! ! !
Loren stranded in midair held the barrel of the gun with one hand, and the tip of the gray and blue gun was poked in the ominous beast's eye socket!
Mezca with a screaming grin forcibly grabbed the barrel of the gun, and the other paw jerked up.
It’s too late to dodge or give up. Loren, who refuses to let go, has no time to pull out the "Dragon Tooth". A second before being opened by Evil God, he carried the "sorcerer" with his left hand lightly. He snapped his fingers.
It's just a "Hovering Spell" that is not worth mentioning...
The claw that was hit in the wrist inexplicably loosened the gun, and Loren who was holding the "Dragon Teeth" did not Continue to poke in, but sweep with the barrel of the gun, tearing apart half of the ominous beast's face, at the same time blocking its claws at the last moment!
The black hair wizard was shot and flew out without any suspense. The silhouette that fell to the ground rolled in embarrassment, tightly clenching the "dragon tooth" in his hand and did not loosen it.
The footsteps are getting heavier and heavier, fatigue and pain are almost flooded towards me, my legs are trembling almost unable to support my body, and my vision is getting blurred.
Is it the end...
The body has long been exhausted, and I can persist until now because Asriel bears a considerable part of the burden for himself, otherwise he will not even Standing up, he didn't even have the strength to clenched the "Dragon Teeth", let alone resist.
Did you lose yourself...
In the blink of an eye, Metzka has once again rushed towards the black hair wizard. Loren, who can't even stand still, can do it now It seems that it is just before dying, to resist symbolically.
Grasp the right hand of the "Dragon Teeth" slowly and hard, the cold wand seems to have been perfectly connected to his hand, even the slightest shaking of the tip of the gun, he can feel it It's clear.
The left hand behind the back is slightly folded, and the faint red talisman text floats in the palm, which can be crushed by trembling fingers at any time.
It's not the time yet, it's not the most suitable moment... Loren, with his head down, slowly accumulating his last strength, his body pained so numbly that he can't help it anymore.
This Evil God hasn't completely let go of its vigilance. It is still guarding its own final counterattack. It is just to test its own feint and deceive itself. Loren has also used it in the past. Do this often.
Be patient...you only have one chance, and now your state is impossible for a second time.
There was a throbbing in my heart, the silhouette of the black hair wizard was slightly trembled-I was stared at by Metzka!
The afterimage of black red no longer has any hesitation, with a scream of tearing air, moved towards Loren!
Even with his eyes closed tightly, Loren could still feel the killing intent of tyranny mixed with fear, the imposing manner of wishing to tear himself to pieces.
"Kill the stranger...Kill...the stranger!!!"
It's now——! ! ! !
Without any warning, the gray and blue rays of light shined once again, and the left hand behind him used the last Torino fire!
The flames of golden red swept out, and the flame surrounding the gun turned into a spiral with a press forward imposing manner, sending out the final roar!
"Longya————!!!"