Chapter 775

The black haired wizard gasped and felt the beating of life, the tearing of wounds and the pain of broken bones and tendons, so that his consciousness sank into his body again.

In a trance, I opened my eyes. My sore pupils looked up at the empty ceiling. It took me a minute to regain focus.

I'm... alive.

Clenching his teeth, Loren struggled to get up from the ground; After repeatedly confirming that all the empty remains around him had disappeared, he was relieved and his eyes were extremely tired.

His plan succeeded, but almost failed - he gambled on himself, Asriel and Lucian, and did everything possible to distract the attention of the "black cross" serliol, so as to win the opportunity to complete the "silent dream".

But without the feathers left by the female warrior God brenhild, I... Will never last until the end. It will collapse before fascism is expelled from the material world.

Feeling the rhythm of his heart beating, Loren's eyes were extremely complex.

Stupid mazka, lying Asriel;

Ariel, who wanted to "end" herself, still didn't give up the lemantes who destroyed the Empire;

Desperate brenhild, ambitious fascist

Once Loren really took the story of "evil gods invading the Dragon kingdom" for granted. Once

Now, even if we make a comparison according to the known situation, I'm afraid each of these so-called "evil gods" is inextricably related to niederhogg.

The so-called "history" and the so-called "truth" have become beyond recognition as early as the moment they were written down.

No, maybe the truth has long been unimportant... If it is as serlior said, everything is already in his plan, even if he does what he can, it is impossible to change the final outcome.

Slowly lowering his head, Loren looked at the nine pointed star Holy Grail in his hand... Everything began with it.

"Lord Loren... You, you're still alive, aren't you?"

Lauren looked back and saw a confused, bloody gray pupil boy, paralyzed on the ground with his injured right arm, struggling to climb towards himself, with urgency written on his face.

Slightly stunned, after a few seconds, Loren couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth: "well... At least I think so."

Seeing the smile on the black haired wizard's face, the scarred Lucian was relieved, and his nervous expression also relaxed a lot.

Clenching his lower lip, he staggered up his upper body and climbed over a distance of less than two or three steps; Panting, he leaned against the dark haired wizard.

Loren moved back and straightened his back - the two sat back to back in the empty room.

"Is it over?"

Hesitating and somewhat depressed, Lucian said, "the 'fascist'... Serliol, you defeated him?"

"To be exact, he should be expelled by the world." Loren shook his head. He was not so arrogant that he thought he could defeat an existence that even evil gods were afraid of:

"His existence is extremely difficult to be completely eliminated... At least for now, there is no way to completely erase him."

"But at least he disappeared temporarily and couldn't appear again, right?" the grey pupil boy asked.

"Theoretically, but..." Lauren murmured, slightly stunned: "why do you want to ask this?"

Lucian's expression was a little strange, hesitant, and a look of hesitation: "that's... That... You should remember."

"What do I remember?"

"You promised miss Sarika Jonah that you would leave fascism to her." Lucian had to explain, "but now you let fascism disappear again, so... What would she look like?"

Before he finished, Loren's expression froze on his face, and then sighed helplessly: "you just want to see my joke, don't you?"

"Absolutely not!" before he finished his serious speech, the corners of Lucian's mouth could not help but tilt up.

The black haired wizard rolled his eyes, puffed and laughed.

"What are you going to do?"

"What else can I do?" with a smooth tone, Loren pulled the corners of his mouth: "first, it was just an accident; second, he was still alive - I didn't lie, let alone cheat her. I just... Chose not to tell her all the facts."

"Fascist... 'black cross' serliol, these enemies are terrible. They are just like the villains in fairy tales. It's creepy just to think about them. Such enemies... Shouldn't involve others any more."

The grey pupil boy was slightly stunned, put away the smile on his face and nodded solemnly.

"What about... Asriel?"

"Huh?"

"I mean... Asriel, he..." he tried to open his mouth. Lucian asked in a tone he didn't believe very much: "he... That kind of existence should not be so easy to be killed; he's still alive, isn't he?"

Lauren frowned and said nothing.

Lucian twitched his throat and clenched his lower lip.

The empty room was silent.

Impossible... Yes, impossible.

Asriel was pinched and burst his head by the bastard. He looked at his face and turned into pieces in front of him. The blood sprayed on his face, and his petite body disintegrated like ashes.

That child, the child much younger than himself, Asriel, who always smiles politely

How could it be... Still alive?

The grey pupil boy trembled slightly, leaned against Loren's back and slowly lowered his head.

"Sorry, did I miss something?"

A very tender voice broke the peace of the moment.

Huh?!

Suddenly surprised, Lucian immediately turned back and almost straightened his eyes.

A spotless red and black dress, a petite and straight figure, a pair of cunning scarlet eyes under light golden hair, and an elegant and playful smile around the corners of the mouth.

"You, you..." Lucian, with a twitching expression, couldn't even say a word.

With a long sigh, Loren was helpless to the extreme.

"Dear Lucian, I didn't expect to care so much about Asriel... Well, it's flattering." the young man with a happy smile pressed his chest behind his left hand and his right hand shook his head:

"If I hadn't met my dear Lauren and Lucian first... I would have regarded you as my best friend."

But the shocked grey pupil boy obviously didn't notice these, and his expression was shocked to the extreme.

"Why are you still alive -?!"

Looking at his surprised and hurt expression, Asriel smiled even happier.

"Wait?!" the frightened Lucian suddenly turned back, and his suspicious eyes stirred back and forth on the bodies of the black haired wizard and the young man:

"Is it difficult... Did you plan it?!"

Loren and Asriel looked at each other.

"In short, I once made a contract with this evil god. He will never be killed before I am killed or completely become a fool." Loren sighed:

"But... That's definitely not what you want to hear."

Lucian stared at him and wanted to put a hole in Loren's face.

Under his eyes, Loren calmly said, "serliol's strength is very strong, which is by no means something we can confront head-on; I knew when I confronted him; it's impossible to defeat him, so..."

"So at the moment I appeared, dear Loren immediately figured out a plan." asrell bowed gracefully and took over the topic with a smile:

"He wants to repeat his old skill so that the 'black cross' serliol can easily defeat him; so he ignores his existence and focuses on dealing with poor Asriel."

"Of course, there were many accidents." Loren calmly shrugged: "for example... Serliol has completely swallowed the consciousness of fascism, the truth of dwarf history, and this room..."

"Still have me." the grey pupil youth tightly pursed the corners of his mouth, some breathless: "right?"

Loren didn't answer.

Asriel smiled more brightly: "dear Asriel, how can you be an accident... It should be called surprise..."

"In a word..."

Dragging a long tone, he interrupted Asriel's Loren's eyes and glanced at him. The boy immediately chose to shut up and stood beside him with a smile:

"Although the process was different from what was planned at the beginning, it went well - of course, thanks to an accident, otherwise we wouldn't have survived."

"And poor Asriel was indeed killed... In order to ensure that serliol would not see through Loren's plan," the young man pitifully interrupted:

"My existence... Has been wiped out except for the contact with dear Loren, which is no different from when I stayed in that small and broken temple..."

Looking at the chattering Asriel, Lucian twitched his throat and turned his eyes to the black haired wizard again: "so, this is what you wanted to hint at me... Two handed swordsmanship?"

"Exactly."

Loren nodded and calmly said, "we can never be the opponent of the 'black cross' serliol by simply competing for strength or even planning. Both strength and intelligence information are too much stronger than us."

"Our only advantage is the quantity... The existence that can think independently, which is several times more than him - group strategy, is our only key to victory."

Lorenton paused and looked into the gray pupil boy's eyes: "and you told me this key."

"Even for the same goal, right and left hands... And even everyone in the group can think independently from a completely different angle, rather than stubbornly adhering to a rule and dedicating themselves to the ultimate goal."

"Independence and unity... Is our strength."

Thoughtfully, Lucian bowed his head and looked like trying to understand the meaning of this sentence.

"Of course, to say so, luck is also very important at a critical time." Loren sighed and looked at the feather debris in his hand:

"If it weren't for the feathers left by the female warrior God this time, we... The best result is that we belong to... No, together with serlior."

In the middle of the sentence, Loren smiled bitterly and said, "there's no need to deceive ourselves... Without the last trace of power left by her, we'll die if she offsets the influence of emptiness on me with her own existence."

"Even if serlio is expelled, it is only temporary. Sooner or later, he will find a chance to come back; and we... Are definitely a place to die!"

"Yes, I didn't expect it." asrell's small head, with his hands on his back, agreed:

"It's hard to imagine that the violent maniac of the second super middle school can do such a careful thing; of course, she is different from the lovely Asriel, but with her intelligence level and EQ, it can be regarded as beyond imagination..."

Halfway through, the smiling boy suddenly stopped.

Because the bright silver in Loren's hand was already on his small shoulder, close to his white and tender throat.

"You know, brenhild told me some important things the moment before he disappeared, but he never mentioned them to you." with a smile on his mouth, Loren and the boy looked at each other and said faintly:

"Be careful, be careful of Asriel - that's what she said."

The motionless Asriel kept smiling and swallowed his saliva gently: "I really don't know why."

"Really?" Lauren asked.

"Of course! Dear Loren, you should believe me." Asriel's posture is sincere, his expression is sincere, and his innocent big eyes are round and bright. "It's not a middle two disease that tries to leave a trace in the bottom of your heart before you die."

"I believe you."

Believe you.

Lauren nodded, but before the boy could breathe a sigh of relief, the sharp blade in his hand made more effort: "but you also have to promise me - when this is over, I want you to tell me all the 'truth', not a drop left!"

"I promise." Asriel nodded very cooperatively, and didn't forget to blink mysteriously.

Lucian frowned slightly and was not interested in their "whispers": "Lord Loren, what are we going to do next?"

"Next..." speaking of this, Loren raised his head and looked up at the ceiling. The dark pupils seemed to have passed through the continuous mine and reached the top floor of the silver helmet mountain fortress:

"According to the original plan, we tried to cooperate with the peripheral troops to win the silver helmet mountain fortress!"

Looking at the puzzled eyes of the grey pupil boy, Loren explained: "although we have expelled serliol, I'm afraid the power core of the silver helmet mountain dwarf has been completely controlled by him and become a puppet - only by defeating them, Boye and Bain will not be attacked."

"Then, we will wait for the news from Archduke Laszlo Varna and surround the Centaur tribe with him at the right time."

The voice fell, and ruthen nodded: "will we win when we finish these?"

"Win?" Lauren picked his eyebrows, and his bright black eyes darkened quickly: "no... No."

The contemplative dark haired wizard took a deep breath and sighed again:

"At best we haven't lost."