Chapter 274
Blood spurts!
Under the sword edge of "bright silver" gray and blue, the girl was cut into two pieces.
She still smiled and fell peacefully into a pool of blood, and the bone sickle in her hand was also disintegrating in midair little by little, silently turning into dust.
The decapitated corpse kept twitching, and the continuous gushing plasma filled the soles of the black hair wizard's boots.
Loren motionless, still holding his sword-wielding posture, panting with big mouths. Forbearing the wound on her waist, staring at Ariel's already gray face.
Too easy...even abnormally easy.
An Evil God that has almost recovered its full strength, impossible will be defeated so simply!
But the facts are right here, no matter what standards are used to describe her as dead, and she was beheaded by herself without warning.
Is this really the case?
The pool of blood under the feet gradually spread to the surroundings. I don't know when, that deep dark red has already covered most of the long corridor.
The brazier in the hall was lit again!
Loren, who had expected it long ago, immediately looked towards the girl's corpse. The cut bones were melting, and they were swallowed by the surrounding plasma in the blink of an eye.
What is this...
"Dear Loren, you don't know the content of other people's'legends' as you think."
Ariel’s soft voice floats in the hall of the promenade:
"The sacrifice is over...and the real blood ceremony has just begun--!"
In the shocked gaze of the black hair wizard, a silhouette suddenly rose up in the pool of blood overflowing the long corridor, struggling to get up, the right hand holding the rusty long sword.
And around him, in every corner of the corridor hall, there are constantly new silhouettes crawling out of the plasma, holding the rusty iron sword, and approaching him step by step.
Those hideous and distorted but inexplicably familiar faces, these guys...
They are all crazy selves.
The corners of the strange black hair wizard's mouth are slightly trembled, and it is inadvertently aroused.
The familiar black humor...It's worthy of another "Asriel", exactly the same as some guy's evil taste.
Wielding a rusty iron sword, the "self" of the living dead are approaching step by step. The isolated black hair wizard has been surrounded by groups.
He knows when these enemies will pounce on, because "they" are all himself, and will fight in the safest and wildest way.
So these crude "living dead"...
Impossible is not their opponent.
Loren frowned slightly-if Asriel could understand it, there is no reason Ariel would not have guessed this. Just a few flesh and blood puppets would be impossible to defeat herself.
This is just a means she used to delay time, the real "blood ceremony" is yet to come.
The blood under his feet is still constantly tossing, and the first "living dead" to get up slowly raises his head, erecting his iron sword in the most standard posture with both hands, and approaching cautiously.
Loren coldly inserted "Bright Silver" back into the scabbard, and stared at "self" with bare hands, his eyes full of provocation.
Come on!
The living dead didn't let him down-at the moment of confirming that the enemy "has no weapons", the rusty iron sword moved towards Loren's chest stabbed!
The eyes of the black hair wizard flashed, and the right hand suddenly raised as he dodged sideways.
The wrist swinging the sword was instantly supported, and the cold iron sword was changed the direction of the moment it fell, forcibly pierced into the abdominal cavity of the "living dead"!
Also aware of the enemy's living dead around, they immediately flocked to the silhouette almost frantically and launched an attack without reservation.
Stomped the enemy's body with one foot, Loren drew out the iron sword and immediately turned to parry!
"Clang——!!!"
The rusty sword body shattered, but it also won the gap. The Broken Sword of the right hand was pierced with the hilt. Up the opponent's throat!
Kick the enemy’s corpse and smash the enemy behind, the black hair wizard slid to avoid the sneak attack behind him, and took advantage of the momentum to take the long sword!
Slash your throat with a sword!
Grasp the long sword tightly, Loren looked towards all around, like Lin's iron sword around him like an iron ring.
There is no room for dodge...
No matter how fragile it is, it is impossible to withstand a single blow, but with the advantage of quantity, these "selves" can still force him Entering the dead end, let him not have the opportunity to toss and move.
The living dead are surrounded coldly, they will never move before the black hair wizard starts, and they don't even have any intention of rushing to fight.
They exist only to delay Ariel.
Loren's pupils are narrowed into a slit, lowering his body, and the long sword is horizontally in front of him.
The left hand of the "sorcerer" flicked lightly, and the rusty sword body trembled and made a slight noise.
How could it...make you happy? !
The living dead who sensed the offensive of the black hair wizard approached immediately, but Loren did not retreat but instead moved forward, stepping on the splash of blood to greet him.
long sword round dance——!
In an instant, the mourning iron sword suddenly set off an invisible wave of air, and only the sound of metal cracking was heard wherever it touched.
Stepping, turning around, swinging the sword, slashing--!
"Come on! Ah——!!!"
In the roar, the black hair wizard was drowned in blood and broken corpses.
"Come again——!!!"
The heart-piercing roar is as fierce as a wild beast that loses his mind, just like him before, with the iron in his hand. The sword swept across the realm like a violent wind, and only the bright but deep red could be seen wherever it passed.
The surrounding "Lorens" still rushed forward, the gushing blood plasma, the flying residual limbs, and the broken Broken Sword could not make them feel the slightest fear. They raised their hands stiffly like a puppet. The iron sword attacked the afterimage of the dancing sword.
Then... was torn to pieces.
"Boom——!!!"
The hurricane stopped abruptly, the plasma flying in the air fell like a waterfall, and the bloody black hair wizard was like a cloak of fresh red , The body kept the last action of swinging the sword.
The iron sword in his hand has long been overwhelmed and shattered.
But the battle is far from over.
The corpses soaked in the plasma gradually melted like the girl's bones, and the plasma under the feet seemed to be alive, and gradually moved towards one direction to gather.
There are even those limbs, organs, bones, spine that have not been completely melted...like summon that has received a certain sound, and they are all submerged in the pool of plasma.
Fear, nausea, chaos, weirdness... The emotions that he once felt in front of Mezca made him deeply experience it again.
At this moment, Loren truly felt that he was facing a terrifying devil, a true Evil God!
The pooled plasma gradually turned into a human form...a girl wrapped in blood, or...Asriel, holding her skeletal scythe, once again stood in front of the black hair wizard.
Throwing the Broken Sword casually, Loren pulled out the "Bright Silver" again, staring carefully at those dark eyes.
Mezca’s lesson told him that facing Evil God, there must be no slack, otherwise the end will be miserable.
There is no doubt that the wise "Asriel" must be more dangerous than Mezca.
"Such a desperate, desperate struggle... really tenacious."
Ariel stared at him quietly, with a complex and deep expression.
"Why are you struggling so hard and continue to suffer?"
"Because this is the first day I opened my eyes on the entire world, I have been doing my best Things." Taking a difficult step forward, Loren Torino gritted his teeth and laughed:
"Alive."
"Just for this?"
"Just for this!"
"I don't like this world. To be honest, I really hate it because it is so out of place that every step must be cautious, so that every day all I have to live trembling with fear!"
"Then why persist?"
"Because...Only by persisting, I can have choices-hard, painful, and struggling It doesn’t matter. The important thing is that this is a choice I made myself. I got what I wanted, and I’m willing to pay the price!"
Looking at the girl in front of him like a dead angel, Loren’s expression was indifferent. Also has several points of contempt:
"You won't understand these, you won't understand these...
You are too strong."
Ariel stared at him without any rebuttal.
"You are right, Ariel really doesn't understand." The girl shook the head: "But one person may understand this, and the other...
also loves Loren’s people."
Loren eyebrows raised, a bad feeling suddenly rose in my heart.
The calm Ellie stepped away slightly, and a small, familiar silhouette appeared behind her.
Loren stared wide-eyed!