Chapter 273
"...Farewell."
A black robe, Ariel raised a scythe of bones, with graceful steps like a dancer on ice, Attacked him.
The hands and feet are cold, the heartbeat accelerates, and the pupils dilate...
Although I don’t know why, at this moment Loren does feel the fear, the tangible, the fear of death, even the body They are stiff and unwilling.
It seems that I am not in a fight but escorted to the altar, cut off the head as a sacrifice in the eyes of the public, and cut off the head with a sharp axe, and take out the one still The heart that is beating alive and gushing with blood plasma, as a gift to God!
Although I don’t know why, I...I’m going to...die?
Wait...No, something must be done, even if the body can’t move, at least the consciousness is sober, that is to say, I can use the spell, come to think of it... Peter Fashar used to be... how to say ...
"...Just as you think, Loren, the curse of the night watch may be the most special'wizard incantation' in this world-the three core ones, even Designed entirely for combat, and follow the two principles of simplicity and practicality."
"The most obvious side effect and the strongest'transcendence of perception' can greatly improve the ability of reaction and insight;"
"The most practical'force shock'-many night watchmen's combat methods, a little practice can knock off the enemy, the skilled person can even attach power to the weapon, Edward is best at this, he With this stabbing sword can pierce the strongest armor!"
"Then, it is one that many night watchmen have never mastered, but is equally practical...because the name alone is hard to hear, plus Most night watchmen’s spiritual palace can only engrave two high-level magic spells, plus they can only be effective when they are about to die, so there are not many people who master it. It’s called..."
It's called...what's coming...
Ariel has already plunged into her arms, and the icy scythe of bones fell on her face!
"pu ——!"
Blood gushing, the slashing sickle almost completely cut the black hair wizard into two, and the body fell back uncontrollably, gradually Fuzzy eyes watched his plasma flying.
It must be painful... Ariel, holding the sickle, stared at the fallen Loren sadly. No matter how strong he was, the wound and the amount of bleeding were enough to take his life.
He is still just a "human", his body is still just a fragile body of flesh and blood, absolutely impossible......
Suddenly feeling something, Ariel glared at the pitch black s eyes!
Impossible!
The silhouette that fell in a pool of blood shook violently, as if being hit by a sledge hammer on the chest. The eyes that were not grayed out suddenly shrank to restore focus, and then every muscle, every muscle bone, each blood vessel......
The body is like the most sophisticated instrument, completing the "debugging" at an unimaginable speed, and starting to re-operate in the most perfect state, gradually being Consciousness regained control.
That wound, as if it never existed... The unbelievable girl just stared wide-eyed and watched the black hair wizard get up from her pool of blood, kneeled on the ground, gulped. Panting, he raised his head and stared at her with difficulty:
"Sorry, I still have a back hand!"
Loren, breathless, bit her. Teeth.
"Death now"——!
This is supposed to be a means of fake death to deceive the enemy, and it can indeed save lives when it is dying, just to repair the void erosion caused by the fatal injury of the body, even the real wizard is absolutely unable to resist.
But for Loren Torino, this is the last thing he needs to worry about!
Ariel's expression is very ugly, and even the black hair wizard can really feel that the girl is staring at him with those incredible eyes.
Like abrupt notes, extra footnotes-everything that was originally perfect and harmonious, was broken the moment he stood up again!
At this moment, the embarrassed Loren Torino smiled brilliantly. Even the right hand holding the "bright silver" was shaking. He had just gotten up and couldn't even stand steady.
But I have seen through your methods, dear Ellie...no, Asriel, your abilities are as good as your legend.
Blood sacrifice!
From seeing those black eyes, even from the moment I stepped into this corridor hall, everything that happened was the "blood ceremony" carefully prepared for myself:
The coming angel of death is announcing the beginning of ceremony;
The whispering voice in the ear is the prayer before execution;
When the sickle is raised, he is dedicated to God Sacrifice-and the sacrifice should naturally be joyful and fearful. If there is no accident, the cut just now should have even his own heart cut out.
"It's a pity...the sacrifices that failed to be sacrificed can't be sacrificed a second time." After stepping out of the 1st Step with difficulty, Loren with a trembling mouth tried to maintain the sneer on his face. , The "bright silver" in the left hand points to the "Asriel" in front of him.
The girl stared at him tightly, silently, the bone sickle in her hand was raised again.
"In return, I will give you the second sentence I heard in my previous life." The black hair wizard murmured softly, and a gray and blue pattern appeared under his cheeks again, his eyes burning:
"The deceased will not die, they will rise again!
Its momentum is even stronger——!!!"
At the moment of roaring, the girl had already swung the knife again Then, the ground cut by the sickle lifted up black smoke like a poisonous snake.
Loren chuckled softly, and the tip of the "bright silver" sword once again bloomed with gray and blue rays of light.
He didn't mean to dodge at all, and snapped his fingers with his left hand.
"Torino Fire"
"Boom————!!!!!!"
Black and red are intertwined, all split up and in. pieces!
No, it’s more accurate to say that at that moment, the Torino fire was completely covered by black smoke, and the formidable power did not erupt at all — but this is not the point, this time the girl did not disappear , But chose to go back.
How can Loren let go of such an opportunity? !
The afterimage of gray and blue pounced on like a falcon, and the girl who noticed it swept with a scythe immediately. The dark smoke spread out like a fan, and the repelled attacker rolled away embarrassedly, from The thick smoke that glided across his shoulder was still like an insect, leaving a bite wound on his shoulder.
But he still didn't stop.
One retreat only allowed him to change the direction of attack, looking for an opportunity to get closer, slashing with the gray blue "blade" and the bone sickle in his hand!
Ariel gathered her smile, and the eyes looking towards Loren were nothing but regret and sorrow.
The moment he stood up again, this was no longer the battle she had expected.
She finally understood why Metzka would be defeated by Loren...Even if she could really defeat him, she could only stop him once, or even only delay his pace; when the blood ceremony failed At that time, he had already lost the only chance to kill him.
Just as he himself said...
The deceased will not die, they will rise again, and it will be even stronger!
Despicable Asriel, this is all you planned, right? Ariel sighed softly, and Rondo's sickle leapt with the thin silhouette, and fell like a waterfall with black smoke.
The black hair wizard slid backward, quickly avoiding the sickle that fell from the sky. But the girl who fell to the ground did not stop, and rushed towards him with a sickle like a ghost!
If you retreat, you will lose the opportunity to attack again; if you attack, the raised sickle can pierce yourself in an instant.
There is only one opportunity, and I have no room for hesitation.
In an instant, the black hair wizard wielding a gray blue blade rushed straight forward!
Loren, who dashed suddenly, only left a shadow. The girl who had already noticed stopped her steps, and her bone sickle was dragged across the right side of her body, waiting for the silhouette to step into its range.
Ariel's eyes are cold, with deep affection.
Dear Loren, you will eventually lose no matter what, but no matter how many times, I can accompany you...
The dark long sickle lifts up an elegant The arc, the tip of the knife pointed at the black hair wizard who was about to step into the range, and after only one knife, he cut him in the middle.
"Clang——!!!"
Ellie stared wide-eyed!
At that moment, Loren did not swing the sword, but forcibly used the tip of the sword against the long handle of the sickle, and almost avoided the scythe by rubbing the edge!
No, that is impossible. Even so, the length of the bone sickle is still longer than "Bright Silver", he is still injured, and the torn wound on the waist is the best evidence.
But Loren already doesn't care anymore-he has stepped into the "blind zone" of the bone sickle. No matter how sharp the sickle is within two feet, he is impossible to push himself back!
He held up "Bright Silver", just as he imitated the wandering Knight Leonardo, just a little attendant himself.
Raise the sword with both hands, raise the top of your head, and then...
Cut——! ! ! !