Chapter 634
Almost in an instant, the experience of fighting with Evil God many times caused the black hair wizard's body to instinctively move-while sliding and dodge, "Rock Will" was activated at the same time , A stone wall stood in front of him.
"Boom——————!!!"
next moment, the stone wall shattered! The piercing loud noise penetrated his eardrum, and the air wave knocked the black hair wizard into flight!
"Dang——!"
The dragon's teeth were firmly inserted under the feet, and the black hair wizard that vacated barely stood firm, and a deep gully straightened from his feet. Extending forward, there are dozens of steps.
Tinnitus, dizziness, and violent concussion, only the consciousness is still awake... Loren has not experienced this for a long time after Mezca, this kind of face with an almost complete Evil God Experience of confrontation!
"Brownhild, why?!"
Loren with a sullen expression tried his best to shout, and his dark pupils were filled with perplexity: "You are not Roland. Is Torino’s friend? If so, why are you killing me?!"
Looking at the black hair wizard who barely managed to stand firm in front of him, the expression of Martial Goddess has not changed much, and there is even A trace of grief: "It's because...you are Roland's offspring."
Wh, what? !
Am I wrong? !
"This is...a futile reincarnation that is destined to end in tragedy." Martial Goddess closed his eyes and shook his head slightly: "You, the descendant of Roland...make this reincarnation a little more ironic."
Looking at her expression, the black hair wizard really wants to know more and more what happened back then.
"You...Loren ·Torino, do you think you are the first to try to break the final moment and challenge your destiny?" Brynhild raised his eyes with sorrow and trembled His voice seemed to have a weeping voice:
"Do you think...you are the first person to step into Niederhogg and see the'truth'?"
"It's useless, the outcome of everything is already doomed. The Black Cross and the Holy Cross will surely win and lose, no matter how much more useless work we put in, it is impossible to reverse the final result. It will only add sacrifices, only let the blood spill, let loss of life! I will only look at the people I cherish...Leave myself away."
"Can't continue to increase the pain, can't let this tragic cycle continue..."
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This... is she really Brunhild, an Evil God? !
The black hair wizard looked at Martial Goddess, who was too far apart from the legend, and felt full of differences.
Careful, stupid, simple-minded... This is Asriel's evaluation of Brunhild. Although 99% of these adjectives are one-sided mockery of a certain teenager, they are not pure lie.
After all, the Martial Goddess in Byrne's legend is a very simple and reckless image, and full of tragic colors; and the "legend" is a proof of Evil God's existence in the material world, even if they are not expected. Will gradually move closer to this.
Of course, there must be some special cases that are not consistent with the "legend". For example, the divided into two Asriel is barely such, but it should not be so bad!
The Brunnhild in front of me is not only completely inconsistent with the legendary image, it is a completely compassionate posture; and listening to her tone, it seems...there is some indescribable relationship with her "cheap ancestor" ......
But the problem is not these, but she really wants to kill herself!
The dragon's teeth were pulled out with difficulty, and Brunhild who was on the opposite side had slowly raised his right hand, and his eyes were full of determination.
Damn, think of a solution!
"So...Did you give up?"
"en?" Brunnhild was slightly startled, obviously hesitating.
Very good, I succeeded, keep working hard!
"I don't know what happened to you, or what happened between you and Roland." The black hair wizard opened the mouth and said with difficulty, and his eyes never looked from Martial Goddess. Leaving:
"I only know one thing, and that is that you give up!"
"Brenhild, you have worked hard and fought, but you have failed And gave up completely!"
The black hair wizard stared at her "stubbornly", doing his best to make his tone tougher: "Not only that, you will also fail Blame your fate, and attribute your failure to inevitable!"
"I’m not a person who likes to speak bad words about others, but I’m very sorry, your approach is no different from a coward! A person’s failure is not the same as a coward! It’s shameful. It’s shameful that he not only believes that he will not succeed, but also completely denies the probability of others’ success to hit everyone!"
Brownhild stared at him silently, originally cold The expression in his eyes finally changed slightly, became a lot softer, and even a little... nostalgic?
Loren sighed heavily, and continued to stare at her under the pressure: "If you think these words can make me change my mind, then you are very wrong-I have been to Nied Hogg, I've been to the giant dragon tower, played against Lemantes and Seyol. Like you, I know how terrifying and invincible my enemy is!"
"I might Death, but I will never admit defeat, never!"
Silence, a long silence.
"Very similar."
Brunhild whispered abruptly.
"en?" Loren eyebrows raised slightly startled.
"I can see Roland's shadow in you and see the real Knight." Martial Goddess whispered softly: "Roland...he is also a person who refuses to admit defeat, and he once told me Similar words."
"Loren ·Torino...I approve of you."
"You are really overpraised." The calm black hair wizard slightly nodded: "It's just worthless underneath. Just mention the wizard."
Very good, very good...Anyway, she seems to have no hostility towards herself.
At this step, Loren doesn’t expect this Martial Goddess to be willing to help herself anymore, but at least she can’t make her hostile to herself; although she doesn’t want to admit it, without the help of external forces, He is probably not her opponent.
However, at the next moment, the calm Brunhild raised his right hand unswervingly again, and his eyes became more determined.
"Boom——————!!!"
The bursting rumbling sound is fleeting, and the howling wind gathers like substance, right hand held high by Martial Goddess Hold it tightly!
The pupils of the black hair wizard shrank suddenly.
"Wait?!"
"Why, didn't you just say that you recognized me?!" Loren's expression was a bit surprised and a little frightened. :
"If it is exactly what you said, then why is this?!"
"This is...I gave you a trial."
Gazing at the black hair wizard with an unbelievable expression in front of him, Martial Goddess as it should be by rights opened the mouth and said: "If you can't even defeat me, why do you change your destiny?"
"Why should you be the enemy of Serel and the Holy Cross to save your cherished people?!"
"Why should you break this endless sorrowful reincarnation? , Break the shackles that are bound to you?!"
"Come on, Roland's successor...I'm dignified in a fight to prove your belief!" Brunhild looked at Burning:
"The sharp blade in your hand will convey your determination and courage to me!"
Damn...what is all this mess? !
The dumbfounded black hair wizard didn't know what to say, and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Under the strong wind, Loren, who was barely standing still, only felt the blood boil all over his body, and even the dragon teeth in his hand were trembling violently and croaking uneasyly.
With the white wings gathered behind him, Brunhild landed steadily, the hurricane raised high by the right hand turned into a long spear of green steel, and the blood-red swallow-tail flag floated slowly on the tip of the gun.
Here comes...
Heavy sighed, Loren gradually recovered from the surprise; his steady hands lifted the dragon teeth flat, and the spear pointed at the front.
Looking at the black hair wizard who is ready to go, Martial Goddess is slightly nodded, which is barely recognized that he has the qualifications to accept the trial.
"...the weak person who does not have the courage to swing a sword at the enemy has no ability to determine his own destiny..."
"So come on, Loren Torino, set foot on the broken destiny The caller of the chains..." Martial Goddess stepped forward, and the lance in his hand slowly fell:
"The real Knight should roar with long spear...
Speak with the sword——!"