Shaman from Afar

Under the burning sun, Fanesses reverberating howl was unwilling for a long time.

The dark spear has stabbed the black wizard's eyebrows, and his arms are so painful that he is about to break. The solitary dream continues to consume little remaining energy. The violent tears and pain seem to tear him at any time In half!

But Loren didn't care, and it didn't matter if he was in pain now ... because he won.

Although he became an apostle of the evil god, in essence, Fanesis is still a human being, rather than a puppet completely swallowed by the "Black Cross" Serel-based on this premise, the dream of solitude is equally effective for him, and it is not yet strong. To the point that you can ignore the Holy Grail of the Nine Stars!

He had only two options-either to escape as soon as possible before the dream world was fully formed; or to kill himself, and then he was trapped in the altar of Byrne Cathedral, waiting for a turn for decades or even hundreds.

Obviously, Fanesis chose the latter.

"This is not the end, Loren Turin, the confrontation between us has not yet reached the curtain call."

The cold-faced Fanesis looked grim, but the tone was extremely calm.

The black wizard on one knee widened his eyes and stared at the black spear that was on his eyebrows gradually from the point of the gun, gradually disappearing into smoke, and finally disappeared in the hands of Brunnhild.

The expressionless Valkyrie is like a puppet with a broken line, and he has collapsed to the ground in a flash; the black on the wings and armor faded slowly, and even the original fair skin was slightly reddish; floating The black mist gradually faded in the air like steam.

At that moment, Loren, who was still not afraid to relax, was still kneeling on one knee, tightening his nerves to hold the dragon teeth in front of him, and raised his eyes to look at the far-negative Fanesses on the opposite side.

"Brunnhilde ... She is just one of the links in my plan, not even the most critical link; even if you stop me, it is just to keep the truth concealed, let this vain empire and mediocre We continue to live in deception and lies. "

"Until ... the moment when judgment comes!"

Farneses has a deep tone, with a long white face and a thin face, a pair of mad, burning eyes with flames:

"I saw flames descending from the sky, lava from the endless abyss poured out of the earth, and those who committed sin and hypocrisy will scream and struggle in the sea of ​​fire!

I saw that the false peace would be completely subverted, and the plague and famine would return to the world!

Power brings redemption, order and heaven, and power will save the world!

I! Will save the world and bring faith that truly belongs to the Holy Cross to this **** world!

I, will become the true savior! "

At the next moment, the gruesome Farnesses' body began to disintegrate-his face, pupils and head were dissipating little by little like a broken sculpture.

Then the torso, the limbs ... With the fading black mist, the body of Farnesses turned into burnt ashes, and the remaining fire flashed in the air.

All over the sky, only dust left.

Under the burning black sun, only the half-kneeling black wizard and the fallen Valkyrie, and the vowed knight who collapsed in the pool of blood without knowing life or death.

Although the torso and throat were penetrated, the oath knight's chest was slowly rising and falling, and the only left hand was still holding "Chan Xing" tightly, with no signs of loosening.

Even the avalanche of the glacier wasteland and the ruins of the collapsed Niederhog failed to kill him. The dark wizard did not feel that a little "skin wound" would kill the knight.

I am afraid that only when the Holy Cross comes in person, will it be possible to kill this stubborn vow knight?

Slowly raising his head, the dark wizard looked at the gradually formed dream world around him, his expression a little dazed.

has it ended?

Farnesses is still alive and intact, and he has not even been able to actually hurt his half cold hair; he only chose to retreat because of the fear of the power of the Nine Stars Holy Grail.

No, it's not retreat ... he didn't expect from the beginning how much damage Brenhild would cause to the Red Blood Castle and even Bayern. All he wanted to do was destroy the foundation of faith in the Holy Cross in Bayern.

He has succeeded, in a sense.

No matter how the Empire and the Turin family cover up, it is an indisputable fact that the heretics have captured Bain Cathedral. The reputation of the Holy Cross Church will be hit harder than ever-this is not a prayer room in some countryside, but It is the foundation of faith for the entire Principality of Bayern!

It is conceivable that Fanesis, who succeeded once, will not stop his plan; Eboden, Lotel, Elleman, Poi, Arles, Sacran ... as the traditional forces of the Principality and The heretics are rising one by one, the evil gods are raging, how long can the church and the sky dome persist?

Not to mention the northern boundary mountains ... The black wizard looked at the burning black sun above his head, his expression did not relax.

The cold touch came from behind, and Loren was suddenly surprised, as if he felt something.

Turning suddenly, the dark wizard widened his eyes.

Brunhild slowly raised his head, his white wings spread left and right, hovering in the air and looking down at himself.

"So ... did you lift my seal?"

In the quiet air, a cold word suddenly sounded.

The black wizard froze for a moment, and then realized that he was talking to the Valkyrie in front of him; in his beautiful face, the cold and frost eyes stared at himself.

"Uh ... this matter is more complicated, actually ..."

"What's your name?" The goddess interrupted him: "Humans all have names and titles."

"Loren!" Feeling the chill in the other party, the nervous black wizard did not dare to neglect: "Loren Turin!"

The words will fall, and Brenhild's expression will be frozen for a moment.

"Loren Turin ..." In an instant, her gaze to the dark wizard became extremely complicated:

"You are ... a descendant of Roland?"

"If you are talking about Roland Turin, yes."

The black wizard did everything he could to calm his tone, and he was slightly relieved ... Although he didn't know why, he seemed safe.

"Descendants of Roland Turin ... Didn't Roland leave his instructions, don't open my seal again, don't make such unnecessary attempts, don't try to fight against forces that you can't resist at all?"

Brunnhild's voice was very cold, but also very elegant, just like every sentence she said seemed to be chanting a short poem: "Ru waiting for all the resistance is just in vain."

The black wizard just shook his head: "Roland Turin died in the Boundary Mountain, I have never heard of what he has ..."

"what?!"

Brunhild looked at him incredulously: "Roland, he ... he ..."

"He died on the Boundary Mountain and sacrificed during the last counterattack of the monster invasion of the tenth generation; Queen Mad Dragon won the war and is now the twelfth generation." The black wizard warned carefully.

"The twelfth generation ..." Brunnhild whispered softly: "So, Charlotte de Salion ... that woman ... Roland ... not even you can completely destroy the shackles of fate ... even you ... "

Looking at the shocked Valkyrie, the slightly jaw-dropped Loren narrowed his eyes-the other party's reaction, the amount of information that had been revealed was simply scary.

After a moment of silence, the startled look of Brunnhilder gradually calmed down.

Very good ... maybe because of Roland, she does n’t seem to be hostile to me?

The dark wizard's eyes were uncertain, although he didn't know what had happened between his "cheap ancestor" and Brunnhilder, but if he could use this, maybe ...

"Uh ... Excuse me ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Your relationship with Roland is ..."

"Friend." Brenhild's expression became extremely sad, and the change in his eyes seemed to be exaggerated to the extent of a drama, and even the deep Lorren could "empathize".

"Just because the sky is falling apart, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, and there won't be a second person like him."

So exaggerated?

When the stunned Loren didn't know how to answer ... suddenly he was cold.

The next second, the endless killing intentions poured into him like a tide from the Valkyrie! ...

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