Chapter 1057

"Oh, oh... Oh! I didn't expect that we would meet again one day - it was decided that we would rather die than see you again."

In the darkness of the invisible light, Asriel's joking voice sounded.

The white gloves on the back gently press the back of the red and black dress, and the simple swallow tail is elegant with the small leather boots; The slender blonde boy's mouth curled up a pale radian, and his hair tips trembled with the scarlet eyes.

In the dark world, four figures appear one by one, surrounding the blonde boy in the center.

Obviously, he suppressed the extremely cold atmosphere, and the boy was still laughing, as if he couldn't feel the eyes of the four people who almost pierced him as a dead man.

In high spirits, he even looked at them one by one, just like calling the roll.

"Lemantes, full of ferocious fun, you are the last one I want to see among the four of you."

Asriel smiled very happily: "I thought your apostle faoda was disgusting enough. I didn't expect to lose to the record set by the thousand year old orange peel."

In the waves of light and shadow, the elder who thought he was standing on a stick narrowed his eyes and sighed in a low voice.

"By the way, there's also the self righteous govait, the psychopath who says' it's not me that's wrong, it's the world that's wrong 'and' killing one person is to save more people, killing 1000 people and saving 10000 people is forced by helplessness'. I've always wanted to know whether your hysteria has been cured." Asriel tilted his head:

"Look, you actually appear here. It means you haven't been cured!"

The powerful man picked up his shoulders and hid himself in the dark. His cold eyes passed through the tip of his hair and stared at Asriel's thin figure with murderous eyes.

"Oh... This is not our dark and crippled Diabo!" the excited blonde approached the face that always sneered at him, and his warm palm was coldly knocked off by the other party.

Rubbing his little hands as if they were really red and swollen, and the young man's aggrieved expression with his little mouth pursed seemed to have been greatly hurt; His scarlet eyes moved slightly, and the moment he "perceived" the figure in a corner, his eyes lit up immediately.

"Poor little Luton, you're coming with them!" Asriel, who deliberately shouted with surprise on his face:

"Tell me, are you still blaming yourself for your past decisions?"

The figure knelt on the ground, curled up his upper body and stared at Asriel. His expression was full of intolerance and remorse. He could cry in the next second.

Four figures, four expressions and four eyes converged on Asriel, as if he could be torn apart in the next second.

But Asriel didn't care. He also looked at them impolitely.

"Bad taste, psychosis, dark disability, self blame... Tell me, you treacherous deserters, cowards, traitors, shameless sewer mice..." Asriel narrowed his eyes and his innocent and lovely smile became more and more ironic:

"Why... Are you still around that ELF?"

"Why... Break our long agreed agreement?"

"Why... You know that he is our last and only hope, and you still use this means to kill him recklessly?"

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"Curious?"

In the dark world like ink, the eagle king with light clouds and wind looked at the black haired wizard opposite: "this is my state of mind, or in your way... Dream world."

"But in fact, those are not their essence. In fact... They are just because we have been affected by the power of emptiness for a long time, and our self-consciousness gradually imitates the 'micro' emptiness world formed by this terrible power."

"This is unacceptable to many warriors - because they always firmly believe that 'state of mind' is the crystallization and creation of their efforts to cultivate and cultivate their body and mind."

As he spoke, the eagle king couldn't help shaking his head:

"But in fact, the strength of this thing has nothing to do with all this. The only thing that matters is the strength of their tolerance for the power of emptiness, and whether their inner emotions are enough to meet the standard of the power of emptiness."

"The more extreme a guy is, the stronger his state of mind or dream world will be; but only a person who is rational enough can control the expanded dream world, instead of being swallowed up by the power of self emptiness..."

"Ha ha... In fact, this is very similar to the situation we are in at present. The 'void world' around this world almost always wants to invade and devour the material world, and it seems to be almost successful."

"That's why you and I stand here; precisely because we are partners in the same camp and we have a common enemy, we have to fight each other..."

Looking at the talking eagle king opposite, the black haired wizard stood in place with a frown.

From the beginning, he tried to expand the "dream world" again and again, but his consciousness and the power of emptiness seemed to be wrapped by a layer of "membrane", and he could not complete the construction.

And every time I try, the temple is like being penetrated, and it hurts more than ever!

This, this is, how

"Lord Loren Turin, I advise you not to try again."

The eagle king's voice, which was clear of clouds and light of wind, was filled with a deep chill.

"No matter how stubborn you are, it's meaningless." the eagle king whispered slowly, and his eyes became sharp:

"Well, if you expand the 'dream world' before me, with the expanded power of emptiness and the power of an evil god behind you, maybe there is room for struggle in front of me..."

"But it's a pity that you, who are worried about spreading to your own people, have been preempted by me, so you have no chance. Why is it simple to ask... Because my empty power is above you!"

"What absolute power brings is absolute repression - in my state of mind, there is no room for you to resist!"

The black haired wizard clenched his teeth, and his right hand clenched the big sword trembled uncontrollably.

He is still fighting... The eagle king said silently in his heart.

Ordinary human beings or elves... No, even those who have opened the valve have no power to move their fingers after their own void power is completely suppressed, let alone resist; And Loren Turin in front of him can still struggle.

Is this the power of a stranger who is not limited by the laws of the world?

The eagle king with narrowed eyes slowly raised the long knife of his right hand, and the tip of the knife was aimed at the center of Loren's eyebrows.

Poof!

The dark haired wizard trembled and nearly fell to the ground.

Bursts of biting pain came from all over the body - limbs, trunk, neck, heart, skull top... Deep into the bone marrow, thousands of arrows through the heart.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..."

Panting, cold sweat wet his hair and neck like rain, and his clothes were mixed with blood and sweat on his back; The trembling Lorraine's veins in his neck and forehead were exposed, and the pain was close to fainting.

The right arm muscle supporting the whole body kept shaking, clutching the "dawn" sword in his hand, so that he wouldn't collapse to the ground.

This pain... Of course Loren won't forget - this is the side effect every time he opens the valve.

But why now

Loren desperately opened his eyes. His blurred vision could only vaguely see the shape of the eagle king and his long knife aimed at himself.

The long knife rotates with the eagle king and slightly changes its angle

Mmm!!!!

Loren's body trembled again.

But this time, what I feel is no longer pain, but... Emotion.

Twisted, ferocious, terrible

Cold, hot, numb

Disgusting, disgusting, frightening

Indescribable, indescribable, indescribable

In the body with severe pain, Loren's consciousness is desperately telling him how dangerous it is at the moment. He should run away immediately, close his eyes and stop looking directly at him

The sight was distorted, the consciousness was blurred, and the emotion began to become uncontrollable. The sudden anger and excitement seemed to be stimulated by something, constantly stabbed into the black haired wizard's mind.

If it had not been for the soul connection from and Asriel to help him share a large part, or for a blonde boy who had a similar experience, Loren's spiritual palace would have collapsed long ago.

Even now, he is on the verge of collapse, only one step away from the door

The familiar, dying touch made Loren experience it again after three years.

"Loren Turin, this is the gap between you and me."

The voice of the eagle king's words is like a cold fire burning in the dark.

"I have to admit that your special physique gives you the power to defy the power of vanity, but this power also exists on the line; once it is broken, it will still overturn... Just like the world we live in." the voice of the eagle king continues:

"No matter how hard you struggle, the gap between you and me remains unchanged - how long have you been after opening the first valve, how many times have you experienced wandering on the edge of life and death, and how far have you learned about the power of emptiness?"

"Not much, right?

In the frozen silence, the eagle king with his sword approached step by step:

"In the past, you can rely on your special physique and the power brought by opening the valve to defeat those empty lives that are stronger than you, and even fallen evil gods... Because they are difficult to maintain their own existence, and you happen to have the ability to kill them."

"Again and again 'luck' makes you mistake this luck for your real 'strength';"

"But the truth is, your poor empty power is not worth mentioning at all; as long as you can completely overwhelm you in 'level' and 'quantity', you... Don't even have room to fight back!"

"Yes, surprised, curious... A stranger from another world, I always know your existence, so I'd rather take a little risk and wait for you here."

His eyes gradually opened, and the eagle king's knife had withstood Loren's chest.

"Because I... Must kill you!"

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"Give me a reason why?"

Facing the four pairs staring at themselves, Asriel continued to ask, "why did you violate our agreement?"

"No offense, but Asriel..." Diabo, the mean "terminator", said coldly:

"There is no agreement between us and you madman."

"No, we do!"

The blonde snatched rudely: "our agreement is that we will continue to fight against the Holy Cross and the black cross, and as long as you deserters and gutter mice don't resist or interfere with us, everything is up to you!"

The voice fell, and even Asriel himself could feel that the eyes of these guys began to change.

But it's the same... He doesn't care.

These surviving traitors had already lost most of their power when the Dragon Kingdom collapsed; Now they are so weak that they can only rely on 'fear' to maintain their existence;

Moreover, in order to maintain this fear, it will also consume their remaining strength, and it is impossible to pose a slightest threat to Asriel.

Of course, the opposite is true.

"So tell me, why stab us in the back at such a critical time - you'd better tell me the truth. No one knows lies better than Asriel!"

The blonde boy is not a guest.

As for the original politeness, cleverness, ridicule and gentleness... Those belong to dear Lauren.

These treacherous deserters, cowards, traitors and shameless gutter mice don't deserve their respect at all.

If possible, Asriel would not even stab them in the chest.

"Puff --!"

The eagle king was startled, and even his right hand trembled slightly.

Because Loren Turin... The black haired wizard in front of him took a deliberate step forward and sent the blade into his chest.

Blood gushed out uncontrollably.

"You..."

The surprised eagle king didn't have time to say anything, because in Loren Turin, the terrible force of emptiness was overflowing uncontrollably.

"The force of emptiness... Suppresses..."

"Do you think... When I came... I didn't expect it?"

The dark haired wizard slowly straightened his chest; The armor and clothes that were pierced in front of the body and dyed red by the gushing of blood suddenly seemed to be on fire and began to burn.

The eagle king stared at the dark haired wizard's chest and the ferocious ring scar in his heart.

Around the black mark, there is a flame boiling like plasma.

"Dang --!"

The Azor long Sabre that penetrated Loren's chest, the blade forged with secret silver was pushed out from his chest bit by bit, and the gushing plasma turned into fire at some time; The scorching temperature almost made the eagle king unable to hold the handle of the knife.

"You say 'lucky'... Not strength?" sneered Loren grabbed the blade and forcibly took it from the eagle king.

"Clang!"

The exquisite long knife was thrown ten steps away by the black haired wizard.

"Then I'll let you have a good look. Is this strength or not?"