Chapter 633
Under the burning black sun, Farnesis' unwilling roar echoed for a long time.
The dark long spear has pierced the eyebrows of the black hair wizard, and the pain in his arms seems to be about to break, but the dream is still consuming the remaining little energy, tearing violently And the pain seems to be able to tear him in half at any time!
But Loren doesn't care, it doesn't matter if he faints because of the pain...because he won the bet.
Although he became the apostle of Evil God, Farnesis is still a human being in essence, not a puppet completely swallowed by "Black Cross" Seror. Based on this premise, the Dream of Iran is also valid for him , Is not strong enough to ignore the nine-pointed star Holy Grail!
He has only two options-either escape as soon as possible before the dream world is fully formed; or kill himself and be trapped in the altar of Byrne Cathedral, waiting for decades or even After hundreds of times, there was a turning point.
Obviously, Farnesis chose the latter.
"This is not the end, Loren Torino, the confrontation between us has not yet reached the curtain call."
The cold-faced Farnesis has a grim expression, but his tone is extremely calm.
The black hair wizard stared wide-eyed on one-knee kneels, staring at the black long spear on the center of his brows, gradually turned into smoke from the tip of the gun, and finally dispersed in Brunhill De's hands disappeared without a trace.
The expressionless Martial Goddess is like a puppet with a broken thread. It collapsed to the ground in an instant; the black on the wings and armor slowly faded, with the original white skin It is also slightly red and moisturized; the scattered black mist fades in the air like evaporating water vapor.
At that moment, Loren, who still didn't dare to relax, was still one-knee kneels, tensed his nerves to put the dragon teeth in front of him, raised his eyes and looked towards Farnesis, who was still unwilling to face him.
"Brownhild...she is only one of the links in my plan, not even the most critical link; even if you stop me, you just keep the truth from being concealed and let this False empires and mediocre people continue to live in deceit and lies."
"Until...the moment the trial comes!"
Farnesis has a deep voice, long white hair and Under the thin face, there are a pair of crazy eyes burning with raging flames:
"I see flames falling from the sky, the endless abyss of lava gushing from the earth, committing sins and hypocrites I will scream and struggle in the fire sea!
I see that the hypocritical peace will be completely subverted, and the plague and famine will return to the world!
Power brings salvation, order and peace!
Heaven, power will save the world!
I! Will save the world and bring the faith that truly belongs to the Holy Cross to this damn world!
I will become a real savior!"
next moment, Farnesis's hideous look begins to disintegrate-his face, eyes and head are all dissipating like broken sculptures, little by little.
Then the torso, the limbs...Along with the disappearing black mist, Farnesis's body turned into burnt ashes, floating in the air with the remaining fire.
Flying all over the sky, only dust is left.
Under the burning black sun, only the half-kneeling black hair wizard and Martial Goddess fell to the ground, as well as the vow Knight, who is unconscious of life and death, collapsed in a pool of blood.
Although the torso and throat are penetrated, you can still see the chest of Oath Knight is slowly rising and falling, and the remaining left hand still holds the "Candy Star" tightly, and there is no sign of loosening it.
Even the avalanche of the glacier wasteland and the ruins of the collapsed Niederhog failed to kill him. The black hair wizard didn't think that trifling would kill the oath Knight.
I am afraid that only when the Holy Cross descends personally can it be possible to kill the extremely tenacious oath Knight, right?
Slowly raising his head, the black hair wizard looked at the gradually forming dream world around him, with a dazed expression.
Is it over?
Farnesis is still alive intact, he didn't even really hurt half of his hair; he just chose to retreat temporarily because he was afraid of the power of the Holy Grail of the Nine-pointed Star.
No, it’s not a retreat... From the very beginning, he didn’t expect the release of Brunhild to cause much damage to the Scarlet Blood Castle and even Byrne. All he wanted to do was to destroy the Holy Spirit. Cross is the foundation of Byrne's faith.
He has succeeded, in a sense.
No matter how the empire and the Torino family conceal it, it is an indisputable fact that the heretical group captured the Byrn Cathedral. The reputation of Holy Cross Church will be hit harder than ever-this is not some countryside Prayer room, but the foundation of faith for Byrne Duchy!
It is conceivable that Farnesis, who has succeeded once, will not stop his plan; Eboden, Lotaire, Allermans, Boye, Arles, Sackland... The traditional forces and heretical cults have risen one by one, and the Evil God is raging. How long can the church and the Vault of Heaven persist?
Not to mention the Northern Broken Boundary Mountain... The black hair wizard looked at the burning black sun above his head, his expression didn't let up at all.
A cold touch came from behind, and Loren was suddenly startled, as if he had noticed something.
Turning around sharply, the black hair wizard stared wide-eyed.
Brownhild slowly raised his head, spreading his white wings left and right, hovering in midair and looking down at him.
"So...you lifted my seal?"
In the quiet air, a cold word suddenly sounded.
The black hair wizard froze for a moment, and then realized that he was talking with Martial Goddess in front of him; in the beautiful face, the ice cold like frost eyes stared at him.
"Uh...this matter is more complicated, actually..."
"What's your name?" Goddess interrupted him: "All human beings have names, all have titles ."
"Loren!" Feeling the chill on the opponent, the nervous black hair wizard did not dare to neglect: "Loren · Torino!"
The voice will fall, Brunhill De's expression was obviously frozen for a moment.
"Loren ·Torino..." In an instant, her gaze looking towards the black hair wizard became extremely complicated:
"Are you...Roland's offspring?"
"If you are talking about Roland Torino, yes."
The black hair wizard tried his best to calm his tone and relax a little bit... Although I don’t know why, I seem to It's safe.
"The descendants of Roland Torino... Didn’t Roland leave me a warning, don’t lift my seal, don’t make such unnecessary attempts, don’t try to fight what you can’t resist Strength?"
Brownhild’s voice is cold, but also very elegant, just like every word she says is like reciting a short poem: "You wait for all the resistance, It's all in vain."
The black hair wizard just shook the head: "Roland Torino died in Duanjieshan. I have never heard of him..."
"What?!"
Brownhild looked at him in disbelief: "Roland, he...he..."
"He died in Duanjieshan, on the tenth She was sacrificed in the counterattack of the last monster invasion of the generation; the Queen of Crazy Dragon won that war and is now the Twelfth generation." The black hair wizard cautiously reminded.
"Twelfth generation..." Brunhild whispered softly: "so that's how it is, Charlotte Dessalion...that woman...Roland...even you couldn't be thorough Destroying the shackles of destiny...even you..."
Looking at the shocked Martial Goddess, the slightly nodded Loren squinted his eyes-the other party’s reaction, the amount of information that has been revealed is simply scary .
There was a moment of silence, and the astonished Brunhild's expression gradually calmed down.
Very good... Maybe it's because of Roland, she doesn't seem to be hostile to me?
The black hair wizard looks uncertain, although I don’t know what his "cheap ancestor" has had to do with Brunhild, but if I can take advantage of this, maybe...
"Uh...Excuse me, what is your relationship with Roland..."
"Friends." Brunhild's expression became extremely sad, just the change in his eyes seemed to be exaggerated As if it were dramatic, even Loren seemed to be able to "feel the same."
"It is heaven falls and earth rends, the sea is dry and the stone is rotten, and there will be no second existence that can resemble him."
So exaggerated?
Just when Loren was dumbfounded and didn't know how to answer...Suddenly, he was cold.
In the next second, endless killing intents flooded Martial Goddess like a tide!