Chapter 637
On the burning dark day, only the dazzling golden red flickers, the explosion and flames mixed with billowing smoke turn into a heaven overflowing giant wave, and the flood-like fire waves are boiling and roaring. .
Brynhild, standing in place with the empty door wide open, almost completely took the blow.
Moreover, there is no reservation, and I will do my best to strike.
"Ahhhhhhh ah——!!!"
The black hair wizard who is piercing and roaring has tried everything, leaving almost no room for backhand and defense. ——In the face of the outrageously powerful Martial Goddess, you can only win back this tiny insignificant turning point by doing your best!
At the moment of roaring, Loren’s eyes have begun to show a little fatigue... A high-level curse immediately squandered the little remaining energy again, which was still a very dangerous sign for him.
If you can't force Brunnhild back even this time, then you really only have the last and least desirable option left...Valve.
For the wizards who have really come into contact with mysticism and the Holy Grail of the nine-pointed star, the "valve" is the last card in their hands-allowing spiritual palace to invade the real world in reverse, even if the void cannot be used originally The place of strength can also be used at will, even without worrying about the consumption of spirit strength.
This is what the wizards have found on the Holy Grail of the nine-pointed star, the "key" to unlock their own shackles, and they can have a power comparable to Evil God in a short time.
The price is the intense void erosion and the extremely high risk of sudden death and mutation...Although Loren doesn’t need to worry about this, the loss of energy alone is enough to make him comatose for a month, and it is also accompanied by A period of weakness for a considerable period of time.
Because of this, the battle between the ancient wood forest and Mezca made his memory so fresh that he did not choose to open the valve when the battle with Ariel was the most critical. .
The flames boiled, staring at the black hair wizard of the fire sea slightly relaxed; he did not expect to defeat Brunhild with a high-level spell, but at least...
"Boom————!!!"
In the next second, Loren suddenly raised his head with the burst of rumbling sound; the expression of relief turned into consternation in an instant, and his pupils suddenly shrank For a moment, staring at the scene before him.
The squally wind roared, and the boiling flames were like a huge wave, separating a huge gap from the center.
Has been split?
The flame...has been split? !
next moment, the fire of golden red spread to the surroundings, the white as snow wings opened to the left and right, and the Brunnhilde silhouette illuminated by the fire light emerged.
Unscathed——!
The boiling flames surround Martial Goddess's side like a cloak, the steel-colored spiral long spear is horizontally behind him; the solemn-faced Brunhild raises his left hand flat, and a huge handle is exaggerated. The two-handed sword was held by her, pointing up ahead.
Loren was dumbfounded.
Even Metzka and Asriel are impossible in front of the "Torino Fire" and are really unscathed. Even Farnesis, who possesses the power of the "Black Cross" Serel, will never dare to face it. Take a note!
And she actually... split it? I tried my best to bet on all the blows, and was actually split so easily? !
Tear off the sword edge of flames, exuding dark rays of light like moonlight, and the dazzling sword spine seems to be forged from midnight stars. The huge exaggerated guard and hilt are even more powerful. It is gorgeous to the point of unimaginable.
"This is a symbol of sorrow and majesty, the dawn of eternal night..." Brunhild whispered pondered then said, eyes full of admiration rays of light:
"Even in the face of death, there has never been the slightest retreat, Loren Torino... you really deserve to be Roland's successor. The bond between you and your friends has been deeply felt from the boiling flames. !"
The exhausted black hair wizard sighed, the dark pupils are bloodshot, and the temples are throbbing...Even if "death now" can recover from the injury, it cannot heal fatigue.
Even if I try my best, there is still little hope...
"If I didn't guess wrong, your name is'Dragon Tooth'... Is it a gift from a close friend of yours?" Martial Goddess’s expression carries a hint of soft appreciation:
"I don’t know if I have the honor to hear this person’s name?"
"Ayin, Deep Limburg Ayn Rand." Loren's bloodshot eyes stared at Brunhild, clenching the dragon teeth in his hands:
"She is the most I know...no, It should be the best and most unsurpassed alchemist in history. No one can mention on equal terms with him!"
There was a moment of silence, and the flames disappeared.
Brownhild stared at the black hair wizard for a long time without saying a word, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his mouth:
"Mutual trust, mutual dependence, A close friend who supports each other...It is the meaning of a Knight who gambled his life to fight for it."
next moment, before Martial Goddess attacked, the black hair wizard moved!
The gray and blue beam pulled up an afterimage, and Loren moved towards Brunhild in the front and launched an attack; the dragon teeth spewing out Void Power stabbed her towering chest unreservedly.
In the face of the black hair wizard’s offensive, Martial Goddess seems to remain unmoved. The twin pupils that were originally bright as stars have dimmed a lot, whispering in a low voice:
" In view of the meaning of fighting, do you have enough power to resist the destiny?"
The words sounded faintly, facing Loren Torino who had no intention of backing down, General Brunhild The star sword in her hand was provoked—a huge two-handed sword that was exaggerated, light as a sewing needle in her slender left hand.
"Clang——!"
At the moment when he was sideways, the black hair wizard almost tried his best to avoid the mortal blow of the spiral spear tip, the smashed star sword The dragon teeth in his hand trembled suddenly, and the bones of his arms made a harsh whine!
In the next second, Loren, who succeeded in parrying, once again "replayed the old trick", the raised left hand lightly snapped his fingers; the center of the two staggered silhouettes instantly lit up with dazzling golden red rays of light .
"Boom——!!!"
The rumbling sound like thunder piercing the ear, but not as the black hair wizard thought... When the fire is gone, The ice-cold silver star sword slowly moved away, but Brunhild, who was blocked behind, was still intact.
In the shocked eyes of the black hair wizard, the Qinggang long spear that swept the hurricane stabbed him again.
"Clang——!!!"
The moment the tip of the gun collided with the sword glow, Loren almost dodged without the slightest hesitation, and the whole person was knocked into flight again Go out and fall to the ground!
Brenhild's pupils were slightly narrowed while holding the long spear horizontally, and the bitterness of the corners of his mouth became thicker and thicker.
She can see that he really wants to win.
Even if you fight for your life, gamble on everything, do your best, even by fair means or foul... He also hopes to end everything, break the shackles of reincarnation, and get the power to protect the people he wants to protect .
Everything... is the same as Roland.
Everything is no different from the past, it is still a tragic reincarnation; no matter how hard he tries, it is impossible to prevent that day from coming.
At most, it's just a different time.
The black hair wizard who fell in a pool of blood is still struggling, struggling to support his body with his dragon teeth and want to stand up; but obviously this process will not be easy, even just stand firm , It doesn't require him to do his best if he doesn't fall down immediately.
It's time to end it all... Brunhild raised the star sword in his hand, the star-like sword body exuding brilliance.
But at the next moment...Martial Goddess suddenly noticed something, shocked all over, and suddenly looked towards the direction Loren fell to the ground.
The black hair wizard who was dying just now has stood up again, raised the corners of his mouth, and stared at her with those rebellious, pitch-black pupils!
Place the right hand behind you, and stretch the dragon teeth;
Reversely hold the bright silver left hand and block it in front of you. The gray blue sword glow is shining with shaking light .
He should have been very weak just now, how can he immediately return to his original state, even a bit stronger than just now?
Is there any true strength?
"This is..."
"Ah, this..." The black hair wizard, who was gasping for breath, said in a nonchalant tone:
"We... call this a'valve'!"