Chapter 629

"Loren Turin, I guess you must be familiar with this scene..."

The sudden sound surprised the black haired wizard.

"Forget, do you need me to remind you?"

The cold and piercing words approached bit by bit with the footsteps behind them; The clear sound echoed in the quiet altar, overlapping with the heartbeat of the black haired wizard.

"Lottel, vimpal college, Chapel, Vampire... For the first time, you insignificant wizard apprentice, let me deeply experience the frustration."

"Today, evil gods, altars, Byrne, red blood castle... Everything is really like yesterday."

Reluctantly closed his eyes, and Lauren, who clenched his teeth, sighed heavily.

He turned around and opened it. At the same time, he saw a black robed fascist coming step by step from the corridor outside the altar - messy long hair, pale to bloodless face, ragged robes, and barefoot walking across the blood stained floor.

Everything seems to be the same. Only the other party brings more oppression than ever... Loren only feels that his breathing is stagnant and his blood has been frozen.

It seems that the fascist in front of him is no longer an apostle of an evil god... He is the evil god "black cross" seryol himself!

"Long time no see, Lord farnesis." the black haired wizard tilted his mouth slightly, and the strong sense of suffocation made it very difficult for him to even "think":

"You... Look really good."

"And you, Loren Turin... Are still as self righteous as ever." Francis said faintly, slowly step by step, and walked towards the black haired wizard without hesitation:

"Who let you notice and track me to the red blood castle?"

"Who?"

Loren clenched the Dragon teeth in his hand and carried the caster's left hand behind him, ready: "of course it's yourself, Lord farnesis."

"The monster of Gaspar, let's call it a 'vampire' for the time being, is your first flaw; the level of mutation is no longer produced by natural selection, but a variation under extremely strong void energy;"

"As for eboden's holy blood potion... The Bellini family has been killed, and all the materials have been destroyed by me. In other words, except for you at that time, there can be no second person who still has the formula of the potion, and even if there is, it can't have the ability to make it;"

"There are also Gaspar and the blood church, who are bewitched by you. Those who will know the secret of the church can only be members of the church, even those who used to be in power... Do you need me to go on?"

The black haired wizard stared at him, and his right hand clenched the dragon's teeth did not relax at all.

Francis and Loren watched, and a pair of cold eyes reflected the figure of the black haired wizard, with a cold light shining.

Time solidified at this moment; There were only two lonely figures looking at each other in the dark altar; There is also an evil god named "Brunhild" who is bound to the sculpture of the Holy Cross like an angel of suffering.

The cold killing intention is spreading rapidly between them... It seems that centuries have passed, but in fact it is only a few seconds.

"So..."

Fascist's eyes were cold, and the voice of the extreme cold slowly sounded: "you who are aware of all this are ready to stop me like vimpal?"

"Then wait for the Countess of the Turin family and others to come and describe your despair in tears in front of them, but you got the blessing of the Holy Cross at the last minute, bathed in brilliance and watched my hypocritical and dirty body be completely purified?"

One by one, the voice of fascism became more and more fierce, and gradually approached Loren who stood still.

Sighing in a low voice, the black haired wizard forced a smile on his face: "you are really worried. I just want to reach an agreement with you that can let me live."

"Agreement?" fascist's eyes were very subtle, and did not hide the contempt and irony: "even if this' agreement 'would let thousands of innocent people die, or even fall into a more tragic situation?"

"First of all, it is debatable whether there is a more tragic situation than death;" the black haired wizard pretended to shrug easily:

"Second, people must first live by themselves before they can take care of others, can't they?"

Fascism was still approaching, and his expression became more contemptuous.

"Well, hand over the nine pointed star Holy Grail and I can let you live." Francis's cold voice echoed in the altar: "as long as you can curl up in the wilderness like a wild dog, I don't mind letting you linger for more time."

"It's a deal?" the black haired wizard raised his eyebrows and extended his right hand to Fascism.

Looking down at Laurent's Francis, he slowly stretched out his palm: "it's a deal."

However, at the moment when two people's hands are about to touch

"Dang -!!"

The shock of the collision vibrated in the altar, like a harsh long sound!

The moment he noticed the murderous spirit, the black haired wizard immediately opened the "beyond perception", and the sword's blooming dragon teeth stabbed the fascist pen.

Almost at the same time, the ferocious fascist was surrounded by black fog, and forcibly blocked the tip of the gun at a position only ten centimeters away from his face.

In an instant, the sudden black fog has surrounded Lauren from all directions, ready to completely bind him and tear him to pieces... Just like when fascists confronted the oath Knight!

Without hesitation, when he realized that he was almost desperate, the black haired wizard immediately threw a "Turin fire" over his head.

"Boom --!"

The golden red flame rose suddenly, and the roar opened the surrounding black fog; Mixed with a sudden loud noise, the expressionless Loren ran straight, waving his dragon teeth and rushed at the front door of fascism.

Compared with the evil god apostles who really mastered the power of the void, relying on high-order magic spells is meaningless; Only within three steps of approaching him, there is some possibility of winning.

Even if the possibility is very small, he must gamble; Otherwise Brunhild would be released and he would have no chance of winning.

"Dang --!"

There was another fierce collision, and Loren, who was cold in his heart, tried to dodge... But this time, Francis was faster than him.

The next second, the black fog like substance had turned into a long gun and stood at the throat of the black haired wizard... The distance of only two or three centimeters was the distance that could control his life and death.

"Loren Turin, after so many experiences together..."

Fascist finally showed his ferocious face, and his cold eyes were creepy:

"Do you really think I'll believe your lies?"

The black haired wizard looked at him, and the touch of fear flowed into his mind from his spine, like a tide!

At this moment, his expression was very ugly.

I... will I die here?

"Vimpal, eboden, Dragon King City... After so many common experiences, I have known your 'tricks' like the back of my hand; although you struggle, test and continue to try how to stop me, in the end, you will find that all this is just useless!"

"What you tried hard to touch is just the tip of the iceberg of this huge plan; what you have done is not worth mentioning in front of me!"

With a ferocious smile, fascist's expression became more and more convulsive and strange:

"No one can stop me, no one!"

"Poof --!"

At the moment when fascist roared, his body suddenly trembled, and a long sword full of broken mouth penetrated his heart from the rear, and the gushing plasma splashed on the black haired wizard's face.

Loren's eyes widened, and a familiar figure appeared behind Francis.

"No one can stop you, Lord Francis." the icy Knight said coldly:

The next second, the bluish gray sword and the mottled "bright star" waved the second sword at the same time - the upper body of the waist cut fascist soared up, and the ferocious face was split in two from the center before saying a word.

"But I'll still do it!"