Chapter 772

"Dang --!"

The sharp short sword pried and smashed a string of sparks on the stone gate, leaving no reaction except a few scratches.

His hands clutching the handle of the sword supported his body. The gray pupil boy gasped and looked at the cold door closed to him in despair.

Sweat wet the tip of dark blue hair and wet his forehead, which made him more upset.

Damn... I shouldn't have listened to him.

The huge pressure that just came from behind filled Lucian with a bad hunch; And being blocked by this broken door, I can't do anything.

You can only stand in an absolutely safe place and watch. You can't do anything. You can't do anything... Even if you want to, you will only be regarded as a burden and a bargaining chip threatened by the enemy.

It's not the first time.

"Ah --!"

The gray pupil boy with red eyes smashed his sword at the door and clenched his teeth.

"Ah, ah, ah --!!!"

Roaring, Lucian raised his dagger again.

Pop.

A withered but powerful hand gripped his sword wrist.

"Don't waste your combat power in such a place."

Gray pupil looked back in amazement and looked at the people behind him in disbelief.

The oath knight, who had just been pierced through his heart, stood in front of him now; The thin cheeks were still solemn and solemn, but slightly pale.

This... How is this possible?!

"This door has been completely eroded by the void. I can't open it with a simple attack, but I can." the oath Knight said slowly, but every word was sonorous and powerful:

"Destroying all evil temples is the mission of the oath knight."

With that, he clenched the handle of the bright star's sword and showed its extraordinary edge bit by bit from the scabbard.

Looking at the oath knight in front of him, the shocked gray pupil boy fell into another silence... Pride can't hide reason. He also knows how strong the knight with firm faith is.

It must be more useful for Loren to get his help than his incompetent guard.

"Now I haven't recovered to the point where I can fight fascism... Now he is much better than in the past."

With the "bright star" supporting his body, the oath Knight stared at the hesitant Lucian, and his sharp eyes seemed to penetrate his thoughts: "and you... The illegitimate son of the vilz family, you didn't fully show your due strength."

The grey pupil raised his head in amazement!

"I am the servant of the Holy Cross, the knight who preaches with a sword... Your strength can't hide from my eyes." the knight of the oath said coldly:

"I know what that is."

Lucian looked frightened.

"But as long as you are the enemy of fascism, I can let bygones be bygones." the oath Knight said faintly, "as long as you don't abandon human nature, I... Can... Pretend not to know."

Only this sentence, he said very difficult.

Lucian was stunned at first, then nodded solemnly: "I know."

The oath Knight ignored him, as if his eyes could no longer see the shadow of the gray pupil boy; Raise the blade solemnly and solemnly:

"Holy Cross, your light will light up the humble us;

Your will will walk on earth as it walks in heaven;

May the light shine on the earth, penetrate the darkness and shadows, and let the unbelievers embrace and cry;

At that time

All living beings will loudly praise the name of our Lord... "

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Asriel?!

A look of consternation flashed from Lauren's face, for the boy in front of him had turned to face him; Under the silky white gold hair, a pair of cunning eyes are looking at him "pitifully":

"Alas... Dear Loren, do you think Asriel won't come to save you with such a surprised expression? We are friends, best friends. How can I abandon you?"

Loren tilted his head and was quite speechless.

You make complaints about where to start.

At this time, a great sense of oppression came again!

Unable to move, the black haired wizard widened his eyes, and the blood all over his body seemed to evaporate, burning violently.

The expressionless "fascist" opened his right hand again and clenched his fist out of thin air.

"Poof --!!"

With a smile as innocent and cunning as a child, the boy twisted in front of Lauren in an instant - his petite body was like being clamped and torn apart by countless pliers.

The delicate face and head were smashed alive, and the eyes burst;

Like the trunk cut off by the waist, the limbs, bones, muscles and muscles were crumpled and smashed together, like a burst balloon, and plasma gushed out;

Blood splashed everywhere, and the thick dark red sprayed Loren all over.

In less than a second, Asriel became a pool of invisible flesh and blood under the power of "fascism".

However, neither the "fascist" nor the black haired wizard showed any change in his expression.

Sure enough... The next moment, the smiling boy came out of the plasma again with his hands on his back.

Black and red exquisite dress, pale and bloodless skin, white and golden hair... No trace left.

When he opened his eyes, Asriel slightly raised the corner of his mouth:

"Do you want to continue? I can play like this all day."

Before the voice fell, Loren couldn't help pulling the corners of his mouth.

This guy... Peeking at his memory again?

"Asriel..."

The indifferent "fascist" stepped forward, with a dark killing intention in his eyes: "I'm still wondering who dared to steal the nine pointed star Holy Grail in front of me... It was you."

"Alas... How could simple and lovely Asriel make such a rude move?" the young man was about to cry, and Shui Lingling's big eyes showed incomparable Innocence:

"Asriel is just helping his best friend get what he wants - maybe there is a misunderstanding between you?"

"Misunderstanding?"

The corners of his mouth raised sarcastically, and the haggard face of "fascist" showed a creepy look:

"Yes, all this is just a 'misunderstanding'."

Looking at his expression, Loren only felt the hair handstand... The body, subconsciously generating fear.

Asriel... A smiling teenager with a petite body straight; With his hands behind him, his fingers are tightly clasped together.

He's scared?

In Loren's impression, it was the first time that Asriel showed such an obvious emotion of "fear" in front of himself.

"Tell me, Asriel." take your time, "said Francis one word at a time," if this' stranger 'is really your' best friend ', why didn't you tell him the truth? "

"Er... This is mainly because..."

"Because you are always full of lies, one by one." he looked sideways, scornful and sarcastic at the black haired wizard behind the boy:

"Tell me, does this little man full of lies tell you that I... 'black cross' serlior is the' great devil 'and the man behind the fall of the Dragon kingdom?"

"Absurd language, strange appearance, a little challenge... Make you think you can try to fight this cunning reptile and take some advantage of him. If you really think you can do this..."

Asriel, smiling, glanced behind him, but found the black haired wizard with his head down and his face expressionless.

With a sneer, the smile on the face of "Francis" faded: "Loren Turin... You really should go back and immerse yourself in the world of fairy tales."

"Those who try to negotiate with the devil and get a shudder from the fire will end up becoming the puppet and doll of the devil - some special people may be able to escape such a sad end, but you are not special."

"You... Just an ordinary person who thinks you're special."

Slightly stunned, the black haired wizard unconsciously clenched the handle of the sword in his hand, and closed his eyes under his slightly frown.

The atmosphere fell into silence.

Quietly, you can hear the heartbeat and the sound of clenching your teeth.

The boy with nervous expression and darkened pupils looked back slowly, looked behind him timidly, and tried his best to maintain the radian of the corners of his mouth:

"Dear Loren, Asriel definitely didn't..."

Opening his eyes hard, Lauren sighed deeply: "... Shut up."

Asriel was stunned.

The scarlet eyes glittered with incomparably complex luster, and the young man who wanted to talk and stop lowered his head bitterly, but still kept smiling.

"You see, Loren... No, it's a stranger." his icy eyes stared at the dark haired Wizard:

"In this world, you have no friends at all. You are just a humble and worthless..."

"... shut up." the dark haired wizard interrupted coldly:

"I'm talking about you!"

"Shut up!"

Asriel was slightly stunned, and his scarlet eyes flashed a trace of consternation.

The haggard face was cold, and the expression of "fascist" was difficult to see the extreme: "very good."

"Reptiles... Can never face their inferiority."

The tone of voice is flat, but the killing is overflowing.

In the blink of an eye, a heavy sense of oppression came to my face again.

Boom!!!!

The loud crash burst in his ears. Loren was stunned to feel the boiling flow of plasma in his body, and his heart was beating very strong.

Can you... Move?

"Three seconds! Loren!"

The blonde boy with open arms clenched his teeth, his slender figure blocked in front, and smiled brightly: "you have three seconds!"

Three seconds... Enough.

The pupil of the black haired wizard shrinks suddenly, and the bright silver of his right hand blooms out again; "Spiritual horizon" perfectly locked the blind spot and main weakness of "fascist", and "beyond perception" quickly judged the attack route.

Three seconds

"Poof --!!"

Not surprisingly, the smiling teenager split into boiling flesh and blood, splashing all over the room; Behind him, Loren's figure had already disappeared without a trace.

Slightly stunned, a trace of contempt flashed across the corner of the mouth of "fascist"; The next second, the endless black fog was used as an arrow, aimed at the figure who rushed in quickly, and suddenly fell like rain.

Frontal attack is the inevitable end, but what Lauren has to do... Is to attack from the front -!

Sudden turn, sudden stop, parry, block, jump, roll... In less than a second, with a distance of only about ten steps, the black haired wizard dodged all the "arrow rain" coming to him like a residual shadow.

The gray blue sword also deterred all the black fog.

Two seconds

The sneering "fascist" waved his right hand fiercely, and the black fog stopped in front of Loren, so he couldn't take another half step.

But Loren didn't mean to stop.

Take the sword... Draw the sword

"Cut -!!"

With an unparalleled momentum, the sword turned into a flame swept forward!

The dazzling golden red fire almost disappeared at the same time as the colliding black fog; The dark haired wizard's figure has approached within five steps of fascism... Two more steps, he can be killed on the spot.

However, the radian of the corners of the mouth of "fascist" has not decreased at all, even more ironic.

Poof!

Blood gushed, and the long gun turned into black fog ran through Loren's chest from behind. His body was powerless, and he gradually blurred his sight and watched his plasma flying.

One second

"I lied to you."

The cold pupil suddenly contracted.

The black haired wizard who was just dying had rushed to him, and his rebellious dark pupils looked at "fascist" four eyes.

High level magic spell, now dead.

The blade swept across, and with the bright red soaked in the line of sight, the stunned face of "fascist" was split and turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

Zero... Time is just right.

Loren couldn't help but bring up the corners of his mouth.

Next, as long as the power of the nine pointed star Holy Grail is used to open the dumb dream, the "fascist" can be blocked out of the material world again before he is resurrected.

If he wants to resurrect again, he will have to wait until the next large-scale sacrifice of evil gods, and then

"Lauren, bow your head!" Asriel's cry came suddenly.

Huh?

"Boom --!!"

The black haired wizard suddenly raised his head and looked at the haggard figure that appeared in front of him again.

Can't move!

No... no, he should have at least four or five seconds to cool down, shouldn't he?

Why, why?!

Looking at the incredible black haired wizard with a contemptuous look, Francis raised his right hand with a sneer, and the long gun turned into black fog hit him directly.

This time... Aimed at his face.

No, I can't hide!

"Dang -!!"

The sound of metal collision played, and the dull Loren knelt to the ground. He could only see a thin figure in front of him at the last moment.

Asriel... No, it's not him. It, it seems

Lucian?!

The double swords parried like a shield, and the grey pupil boy stubbornly stopped the ugly "fascist".

In the gray blue cold pupils, there was a raging fire.

"I'm sorry, Monseigneur Francis." Lucian stared at the strange figure with an indifferent expression. The double swords moved forward and backward, pointing the sword tip at his figure:

"This road... No passage!"