Chapter 1210
That was a long time ago.
In the wild dog village...the remote village where it all started, the temple underground in the village...
"...Dear Loren, as your friend, I am very happy to reach out to new friends Give a helping hand..."
When a nearly desperate teenager met a "good-hearted person" who claimed to know his origins, was willing to help him, and apparently had a plan, he would wholeheartedly believe that this left him Mark, is the Evil God bound to yourself?
No...
Vigilance and suspicion are both things as it should be by rights.
"...How could I harm you, dear Loren, we are friends..."
As long as anyone who is not stupid enough, will not believe in such a nonsense.
So for what he said, no matter how sincere he was, he didn't believe a word from start to finish Loren.
"...Dear Loren doesn't trust anyone, just like he never believes in poor Asriel..."
Yes, this is as it should be by rights; When an "Evil God" keeps tempting you and tries to hide everything, and will not tell you a little bit of information that you must know until you are about to be discovered, how can you believe him?
Of course you won’t.
On the contrary, you will try to perceive the real and more truths from each of his words, expressions and body language, and try to confess and explore everything through yourself instead of him.
Because even if he says you will not believe it, and will treat it as a lie, at least a lie in disguise of the truth; you will instead use your own speculation and guessing to find the truth you think.
"...Dear Loren, we are friends with your surprised expression; the best friend, how could I abandon you..."
He saves For you...When you are most critical, you will be moved, willing to accept and show a little kindness to this "Evil God" who has been trying to use you and manipulate you, especially when facing a common enemy.
But such a touch is not enough to erase doubt.
Because of you...Loren ·Torino...It is clear that the only reason he did this was to defeat his enemies; the two people whose rank and status are completely unequal, even if they have the so-called "false friendship" It can only last for a while. For an Evil God, human emotion is probably just a plaything to play with.
"...All the'truths' will only be spoken when they have to be told to me, and... will only tell me what'must' be known, and the remaining half of the word will not say more... …"
To some extent, this is the tacit understanding between the two parties.
Two people—if the other is considered a human—know that Loren will not completely believe in Asriel. In this slightly weird situation with a bit of mutual use, at least Loren is doing When it comes time to be ready to be betrayed at any time.
"...There are many reasons for this, such as making sure that dear Loren will not come into contact with an invincible existence in advance..."
The "bad child" who likes to lie, He never tired of continuing the lies he loved.
"...and lies can tell the truth..."
Step by step approaching the truth, little by little revealing the secret, when Loren Torino really thinks he has When he saw through everything, the real "truth" was quite different from what he had initially expected.
As described by the Holy Cross, it is an obvious at a glance, a lie that can be broken with a single poke.
"Dear Loren, you should understand now...right?"
The blond boy who turned his head, his pitiful expression reflected in the black hair wizard, was soaked in blood In the red field of vision:
"From start to finish, Asriel has only one reason to cheat you...protecting at all costs and consequences, dear Loren, and this last glimmer of survival."
Yes, at the moment Seror was about to destroy the dream world, Loren really understood...what the so-called obvious at a glance lies.
I don’t want to tell myself the truth because I know everything I don’t have a secret about the Black Cross; Asriel’s mind-reading can also be regarded as a hint to some extent;
The lure of pretending to be a lie makes me suspicious of everything and ensures my vigilance;
Leave the mark of Evil God and trade with myself to help myself build and perfect the dream world. His existence is connected with his soul...
Everything is for this moment, for the last a glimmer of survival.
Even Ariel...the other "Asriel" insisting on killing herself has a good explanation-because even so, even with such a huge risk, It's a slim possibility to win.
The strength of the black cross is desperate.
Four Evil Gods in the North, Logan in a hat, Martial Goddess Brunhild, Roland Torino...Everyone has failed, or they have failed from the very beginning, knowing themselves very well. The things to be done are so elusive and impractical.
Unswervingly, clinging to this last glimmer of hope, Asriel, full of unrealistic lies...became the biggest alternative among them, but cautiously unswervingly let himself embark on this. "Road of No Return".
All...for defeating this desperately powerful Black Cross, Seror.
"Asriel——!!!"
Along with the roar of anger, there is a sense of oppression that is so terrifying that it is impossible to move even a little bit.
Even after being cut off from the outside world and at the same time losing most of his power, Seryol's void reaction is still strong enough to crush everything.
"Ah...really, my temper suddenly became irritable."
Being in front of the black hair wizard, the blond boy spit out very casually, only that Scarlet eyes never leave Loren’s cheek for a moment:
"So...Dear Loren, this time is really going to bet everything."
Smiling, but the immature voice was full of determination.
"Hmm."
Black hair wizard nodded, with a solemn expression.
"It is a pity, because I was killed once, and now Asriel is very weak, so weak that he can only rely on the connection with Loren, so that he will not disappear."
The corner of the blond boy’s mouth showed a bit of bitterness: "The original plan... was to let dear Loren directly inherit the power of his family, but now... "
"After using the power, I have promised Loren's things, I am afraid that none of them can be realized...Sorry."
"Although I always say that I will never deceive Loren. , But this time... it seems that I really want to break my promise."
Asriel nodded slightly, as if he was wronged, but also like self-blame, and his eyes dodge a little.
Loren is laughed.
"It doesn't matter, I simply didn't expect it anyway."
The blond boy dumbfounded, lifts the head in shock.
"Asriel, the god of deceit and deceit, the person who deals with it is always the deceived one, and what he gets is never what he wants, so..." Smiling Loren, with the blond boy The eyes are facing each other:
"It's just another, obvious at a glance lie."
Asriel's expression stiffened slightly, and then suddenly laughed.
"pu...puff hahahahaha...hahahahaha..."
The hearty laughter filled the deadly dream world with joyful air.
The two people who cocked their mouths and laughed out, seem to have temporarily forgotten that there is another existence behind them who can pinch them to pieces of the city at any time.
"So...Dear Loren, are you ready?"
The blond boy who came back to his senses and Loren looked at each other and slowly raised his right hand — -On the back of the hand, which is white to almost translucent, is a snake-like rune.
Pushing his mouth tightly, the silent Loren also reveals the mark of Evil God under the wrist of his right hand.
"There is only one chance, hope is extremely slim, the probability of success is probably not even 1 in 1 million, but..." Asriel's eyes flashed:
"Absolutely It will succeed, dear Loren, you... will definitely succeed."
"The one who can defeat the Black Cross...only you."
"Only you can!"
Two diametrically opposite Evil God marks burn like a mirror reflection.
Smiling Asriel, little by little disappeared before the eyes of the black hair wizard.
Head, torso, limbs, hands and feet...
It's like charcoal that burns completely, turning into flying ash, scattered, flying all over the sky.
The collapse means that the last little support that belongs to the "Evil God Asriel" in this life has also completely disappeared, leaving only a few memories; for Evil God, it is no different from being "erased".
Only the Evil God mark under Loren's right hand is burning, and the escaped Void Power begins to erode his body again, consume his energy, and torture his nerves, but...
This time, Loren felt that he was about to fall in love with this painful feeling.
Laughing weakly and twitching, Loren tremblingly propped up the trembling right hand and pointed the Mithril Hidden Blade at his chest.
That's it... I stabbed in.
"pu ——!"
For a moment, the heart trembled under the tip of the sword.
The body completely fell back uncontrollably, and his blurred vision watched the spewing plasma flying in the air.
With trembling lips, he said the name.
The curse is dead right now.
"clang!"
The long spear "dragon tooth" that pierced the ground, supported the body that had fallen to the ground just half a step, and the bloody chest seemed to be covered. There was a sudden shock like a heavy hammer hit.
Then...the body of the riddled with scars is like a machine that has been awakened again, starting to operate again, and gradually being regained control by the consciousness.
The wounds all over the body heal at the speed that naked eye can see. If it weren't for the blood that hadn't dried up all over the body, it would be as if it had never existed before.
In just a few seconds, the black hair wizard, who was dying, stood in front of the black cross again unharmed.
All this... is just the power of a spell.
But for this a trifling spell, it was Asriel's plan to gamble all; everything was just to be able to deceive the Black Cross for a moment at this last juncture.
Only a moment!
Although Loren is still locked by Void Power by the Dream of Silence, Seryol's power is already low, and the remaining amount is not even one percent of the beginning!
"That's it?"
An extremely angry voice echoed in Loren's ears: "A trifling is a trifling lie, a meaningless act like a group of the weak to warm up. Recover some strength and feel that the situation is reversed?"
"Don't be there and believe oneself infallible, Loren · Torino... Ants will always be ants, and this will never change!"
"It’s just to crawl back from the edge of death to make you do your best. I only need to move a finger to make you fall into despair again!"
"Final Struggle, but to make the final despair even more The terrifying is in vain!"
"That's right!"
Loren, sweating and smiling, carried the "Dawn" sword, and put "Dragonya "Hold it up, aiming the tip of the gun at the black cross's face door:
"Even if we come again a thousand times, ten thousand times, or countless times... the strength is impossible to change, and the gap between you and me is also impossible. Change, but..."
"Although the gap cannot be changed, the outcome is not certain."
"As your return for not interrupting us just now-although strictly in the sense Above, it was because you failed to interrupt successfully-I'll tell you the madest and second-most sentence I've heard in my previous life." Loren Torino smiled, his eyes flickered:
"The deceased will not die, they will surely rise again...
Its momentum...more! Fierce——!"
Huh——
Black fog strikes At the same time, without the slightest hesitation, Loren jumped from the front to the silhouette of the black cross.
Silver's "dragon tooth" spear tip turned into a trace of light, shortening the distance of the trifling ten steps of both sides in the blink of an eye.
"Boom——!"
Ranwu's "Dawn" sword smashed the black mist coming from his side.
Lost the last obstruction, the only thing that appeared in the black hair wizard's sight was Seror's silhouette, only the "Dragon Tooth" had already approached the tip of the black cross's body.
Chance...only now!
The pupils shrank abruptly, and the long spear pierced out of the hand, and the long spear penetrated the left hand of the black cross from the palm of his hand.
The withered arms are like burnt branches, quickly turning into the same color as the black mist, decayed, dismembered, and disintegrated.
Under the approaching tip of the gun, it turned into scattered fly ash.
"pu ——!"
The distorted Seryul forced his right arm into a black mist, blocking Loren's approach and retreating back.
The black hair wizard did not continue chasing, but stopped in place, and easily swayed the black mist that was blocking it with his great sword, and looked at the somewhat embarrassed silhouette of the Black Cross playfully.
Dignified Black Cross Seror, in front of a stranger who he said was not worth mentioning, had to choose to avoid...twice.
If you count Asriel's crazy taunts..."anger", it is no longer possible to describe Seror's mood at this moment.
The black cross gnashing teeth that lost one arm, a pair of eyes staring at the approaching silhouette of the black hair wizard step by step under the distorted expression.
It’s a big idea...
I have to admit that Asriel’s plan is perfect. Using his blind area of thinking, this may escape his sight and fight for his revenge. There is a slight chance of success.
Although the hope is slim, but...If Loren Torino can grab the Holy Grail before the dream world collapses, maybe his plan is really possible...
Because of a Trifling a stranger, but fell short!