Shaman from Afar

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

In the dimness of not seeing the light, Asriel's playful voice sounded.

The white gloves on his back gently pressed the back of the little red and black dress, and the simple swallowtail fluttered with the bouncing little leather boots; Shake left and right and tremble.

The treacherous, colorful waves of light rolled up in the dark world, and four figures appeared one by one, surrounding the blond boy in the center.

Obviously it was suppressing the extremely cold atmosphere. The teenager still laughed, as if he could not feel the eyes of the four who almost pierced him as a dead man.

He even looked at each other with interest, like calling for a roll.

"Lemantes, full of brutal and funny taste, you are the four of you, the one I don't want to see the most."

Asriel smiled happily: "I thought that your apostle named" Fauda "was disgusting enough, but I still lost to the record set by the thousand-year-old orange peel."

Among the waves of light and shadow, the elder who thought to stand on the stick narrowed his eyes and sighed in a low voice.

"Right, there is also the self-righteous Gewait-that 'wrong is not me, wrong is the world', 'killing one person is to save more people, killing 1,000 people to save 10,000 is forced to help' Neurosis, I always wanted to know if your hysteria is cured. "Asriel tilted her head:

"Look, you will appear here, it means that it is not cured!"

Kong Wu's powerful man hugged his shoulders and hid himself in the dark. His cold eyes passed through the hair tips, staring at Asriel's thin figure with murderous eyes.

"Oh ... this isn't our dark-headed Diabo!" Excited blond teenager, bouncing close to the face that always sneered at himself, the palm of his enthusiastic outstretched hand was coldly knocked off by the other party.

Rubbing the little hands that seemed to be really red and swollen, the expression of grievance of the teenager with puckered mouth seemed to have been greatly hurt; his scarlet eyes circulated slightly, and the moment he “perceived” his figure in a corner, immediately The eyes lit up.

"Poor Luton, obediently, you are also coming with them!" Asriel deliberately loudly, his face filled with surprise:

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

The figure knelt on the ground, curled up on the upper body, staring at Asriel's expression full of intolerance and self-blame, and could cry in a second.

Four figures and four expressions, four eyes, gathered on Asriel's body, as if torn him apart in a second.

But Asriel didn't care, he also looked at them politely.

"Vicious, mentally ill, dark and maimed, blame yourself ... Tell me, you treacherous deserters, cowards, traitors, shameless gutters ..." Asriel narrowed her eyes, and her innocent smile came The more ironic:

"Why ... you guys will still be around that elf?"

"Why ... should we break the agreement we have already said?"

"Why ... you know that he is our last and only hope, and you still have to use this method to kill him desperately?"

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"Curious?"

In a dark world like ink, the light and bluish eagle king and the dark-haired wizard opposite looked at each other: "This is my state of mind, or in your way ... dream world."

"But the fact that those are not their essence, in fact ... they are only because of us who have been affected by the power of the void for a long time, and the consciousness of the self has gradually imitated the formation of this terrible force, the 'miniature' void world."

"This is unacceptable to many warriors-because they always believe that the" state of mind "is the crystallization and creation of their hard work and cultivation of body and mind."

As he said, the Eagle King couldn't help shaking his head:

"But in fact, the strength of this thing has nothing to do with it. The only thing that matters is the strength of their ability to bear the power of the void, and whether their inner emotions are enough to meet the standard of the power of the void."

"The more extreme the guy, the stronger his mental state or dream world will be; but only a sensible person can control the expanded dream world, instead of being swallowed up by the self-empty power ..."

"Oh ... speaking, this is actually very similar to the situation we are in now; the 'Void World' that surrounds this world, almost all the time, does not want to invade and devour the material world, and it seems almost to succeed."

"Because of this, you and I will stand here; precisely because we are partners in the same camp, and we have common enemies, we have to face each other ..."

Looking at the eloquent king opposite, the dark-haired wizard stood frowning.

From the very beginning, he has been constantly trying to expand the "dream world", but his consciousness and the power of the void are like being wrapped in a layer of "membrane", and he has never been able to complete the construction.

And every time you try, the temple is as if it is penetrated, and it hurts!

What, what is this ...

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

The light and breezy voice of the king of the eagle came through the bone-chilling chill.

"No matter how stubborn you are, it's pointless." The eagle king's eyes whispered slowly:

"So to speak, if you start the" dream world "before me, with the power of the expanded void and the power of an evil **** behind you, there may be room for struggle in front of me ..."

"But it's a pity that you worried that your own people will be preempted by me, so you have no chance anymore. Why is it so simple ... because my power of the void is above you!"

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

The dark-haired wizard gritted his teeth, shaking his uncontrollably right hand with the sword.

He is still resisting ... The Eagle King said silently.

Ordinary humans or elves ... No, even those who have opened the valve, after their own power of the void is completely suppressed, let alone revolt, they should have no power to move their fingers a little; and Loren in front · Torino, can still struggle.

This is not limited by the laws of the world ... Is the power of strangers?

The eagle king, who narrowed his eyes, slowly raised the long knife in his right hand, the tip of which pointed at Loren's eyebrow.

puff!

The trembling black wizard was almost black, almost staggering to the ground.

Bursting pains came from all parts of the body-limbs, torso, neck, heart, cranial crest ... penetrated into the bone marrow, and Wan Jian pierced the heart.

"Ah ... ah ... ah ..."

He was breathing heavily, cold sweat wet his hair and neck like rain, and his clothes were mixed with blood and sweat on his back; the trembling Loren neck and the blue forehead were exposed and the pain was on the verge of fainting.

The muscles of the right arm supporting the whole body kept shaking, holding the "dawn" sword in his hand so that he would not collapse to the ground.

This pain ... Of course Loren will not forget-this is the side effect of every time he opened the valve.

But why now ...

Loren opened his eyes desperately, his vague sight could only vaguely see the figure of the eagle king, and his long knife pointed at him in his hand.

The long knife turned with the eagle king, slightly changing the angle ...

Ok! ! ! !

Loren's body trembled again.

But this time it is no longer pain, but ... emotion.

Twisted, grim, horror ...

Cold, hot, numb ...

Disgusting, disgusting, fearful ...

Indescribable, indescribable, invisible ...

In the painful body, Loren's consciousness desperately told him how dangerous it is at this moment, he should run away immediately, close his eyes, and stop looking directly ...

The sight is distorted, the consciousness is blurred, and the emotions become uncontrollable. Sudden anger and excitement, as if stimulated by it, constantly pierce the mind of the black-haired wizard.

If it weren't because of his connection with Asriel's soul that helped him share a large part, or that he had a similar experience because of a blonde teenager, Loren's spiritual palace might have collapsed long ago.

Even at this moment, he was already on the verge of collapse, and was only close to 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 words of the eagle king are like the cold fire burning in the darkness.

"I have to admit that your special physique gives you the power not to fear the power of the void, but this power also exists on the line; once it is broken, it will still overturn ... just like the world we are in." The voice of the eagle king continues:

"No matter how hard you struggle, the gap between you and me is still unchangeable-how long have you been after opening the first valve, how many times have you experienced the wandering of the edge of life and death, and how did you understand the power of the void? "

"Not much, right?

In the frozen silence, the eagle king who raised his sword stepped closer:

"In the past, you can use your special physique and the power brought by opening the valve to defeat the void life that is stronger than you, even the falling evil gods ... because they are difficult to maintain their own existence, and you happen to And have the ability to kill them. "

"Time and time again," lucky "makes you mistake this kind of luck as your true" strength ";"

"But the fact is that your poor power of the void is not worth mentioning at all; as long as you can completely overwhelm you in" level "and" quantity ", you ... have no room to fight back!"

"Yes, are you surprised, are you curious ... I'm always aware of your presence in a stranger from another world, so I would rather take a little risk and wait for you here."

His eyes gradually opened, and the sword of the eagle king had pressed Loren's chest.

"Because I ... must kill you!"

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"Give me a reason, why?"

Faced with four pairs of staring at himself, Asriel continued to ask: "Why violate the agreement between us?"

"No intention to offend, but Asriel ..." Diabo, the mean "Ender", said coldly:

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

"No, we do!"

The blond teenager unkindly stole: "Our agreement is that we will continue to fight the Holy Cross and the Black Cross, and as long as your gang of deserters and gutter rats do not resist or interfere with us, everything will be yours!"

As the words fell, even Asreel could feel that the gaze of the guys had begun to change.

But still the same ... he didn't care.

These long-lost traitors had 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, they will also consume their remaining power, and it is impossible to pose a slight threat to Asriel.

Of course, the reverse is also true.

"So tell me why you should stab us behind us at such a critical time-you better tell me the truth, no one knows lies better than Asriel!"

The fair-haired teenager said nothing.

As for the original courtesy, dexterity, ridicule, tenderness ... these belong to dear Loren.

This group of betrayal deserters, cowards, traitors, shameless gutters are not worthy of their respect.

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

"Poof—!"

The Eagle King was shocked, and even the right hand holding the knife shook slightly.

Because Loren Turin ... the dark-haired wizard in front of him, actually stepped forward deliberately and sent the blade into his chest.

Blood spewed out irresistibly.

"you……"

The surprised Eagle King had no time to speak out, because in Loren Turin, the terrible power of the void was overflowing uncontrollably.

"The power of the void ... suppress ..."

"You thought ... when I came ... didn't expect?"

The dark-haired wizard slowly lifted his chest; the front was penetrated ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ armor and clothes stained red with blood, and suddenly started to burn like a fire.

The eagle king with wide eyes stared at the chest of the dark-haired wizard, staring at the grim ring scar on his heart.

Around the black mark is a flame boiling like plasma.

"clang--!"

Azore's long sword that penetrated into Loren's chest, the blade of the Mithril forge was pushed out from his chest little by little, and the plasma that spewed out somehow became a fire; Eagle King couldn't hold the knife handle.

"You say 'lucky' ... isn't it strength?" Sneering Loren grabbed the blade and took it away from the eagle king.

"Dang!"

The delicate long knife was thrown by the dark-haired wizard to a distance of ten steps away from the two.

"Then I will let you take a good look, is this really a strength!"