Chapter 25 (2/2)

When he woke up and sat panting on the ground, he saw another Ghoul stabbed in the head by a dagger. Shaking his head, Loren was still looking at him with a smile, but the smile was very ironic in his eyes.

Kill him, kill him, then tear that damn smiling face to pieces, and then turn him into Ghoul feed, so that he doesn't even have bone residue left!

There was no need to wait for Draco's orders. The ghouls had jumped on Lauren again, and this time they gathered more and rushed to the small lawn where he stood in all directions.

Standing in place, Loren had no reaction, silently predicted the next action, and became familiar with the feeling of his body as much as possible.

From the beginning, the battle was not just to defeat Draco or kill him, but to experiment with this high-level spell he had never used. After all, if you haven't experienced practice, you will never know what this spell can do.

Practice leads to true knowledge. This sentence is always true.

A battle within his control is naturally the first choice - even without using ”beyond perception”, Loren is sure to escape and hit Draco hard, but things may be a lot of trouble later.

Fighting is always a means rather than an end. If there is a better and more appropriate way, Loren will avoid this battle as much as possible - but since he can kill more with one stone, why not?

The Four Swords twinkled almost at the same time beside Lauren, like blooming silver petals, splashing drenched blood and the cry of ghouls. The cry of the dead monster seemed to herald the beginning of the second round.

This time there was no need for any reservation. Instead, Loren, holding the sword in both hands, waved it with all his strength. The sharp blade danced in midair, whirled and leaped, like a fierce storm, turning all nearby lives into torn flesh and blood and gushing plasma. The original man eating monsters were killed one by one in a continuous wail.

Loren's heart was never so happy - he was careful. He had never had such a happy experience, or even thought about it, not only because it was too stupid, but also because it would make him have to take corresponding risks.

But what's the point if all the interesting things in the world don't need to take risks anymore?

Just at the moment when he was distracted, the dancing long sword suddenly met with a ghoul's claw - just a little spark. The bright silver long sword was like mud touching water and broke from the center of the sword ridge!

His sword is broken! Draco, who was just hysterical, was surprised too much... Yes, how can a little apprentice beat himself, a real wizard?!

The effect of my own iron melting mixture... Although it's just an accident, it still has the effect. Like the mercenary who killed him for the first time, those who believe too much in the guy in their hand will immediately become killed as long as they don't have weapons, and then let themselves play at will!

But why... Why does this humble apprentice have no fear on his face? Why is he still wantonly killing his Ghoul? Shouldn't he kneel on the ground and kowtow to himself for mercy now?!

Why?

Loren, who wielded the broken sword, still kept killing. Although only half of the blade was left, his attack range was shortened, but when fighting with a sensitive monster like ghoul, the attack range was not very important, nor did it affect the results of his experiment.

Some ghouls have alchemical compounds that melt steel on their claws? That's very simple. As long as you don't touch their claws and teeth, it's not difficult for you at present.

Feeling his comfortable body, Loren found that his initial estimation seemed to be wrong, but the standard of catching Draco alive was a little low.

Draco or Ghoul... No one can escape!