Chapter 160 (1/2)

The gray blue light of the sword shone again, leaving a light and shadow that turned and disappeared with Loren's galloping figure.

There is not much time left for him - there is no concept of time in the empty dream, but every second he delays, the number of expeditions killed outside the yongyelin valley will continue to increase!

These elves and dancers who have no reason with themselves believe in themselves wholeheartedly, and even risk their lives to win this extremely slim opportunity for themselves, even if most of them don't know what mazka means.

They just saw a hope, a drowning man's straw, believed that they could really end the ogre invasion, and believed that their sacrifice was meaningful!

Kono, Gracias, Leia, izuria... There are more elves who don't even know their names. For their words, a mission that seems impossible to complete, they follow themselves on the road of no return.

For other people's promises and goals, even life can be abandoned. It's stupid, isn't it?

But just for these stupid elves, he can feel his incomparable anger. The boiling flame is burning in the center of his chest, making him desperately want to roar. The original sober reason is extremely fragile at this moment.

From pure reason at the beginning to anger now - because there are too many fools who place all their faith on him.

Mazka, I'm not fighting with you alone, but with the elves who have been slaughtered and ravaged by you. Their sacrifice sent me here. It's these fools... Let me defeat you.

I never live for others, but today I fight for them!

”Stranger... Kill stranger!!!”

The twisted fierce beast roared, and the fighting posture became more and more crazy. Every moment when the figure crossed, Loren could clearly feel the change of the evil god. The movement is more and more messy. I can't see whether it is defensive or offensive. The tyrannical thing is just to tear Loren to pieces.

The sharp claws tore the air again and again, roared and jumped at the dark haired wizard far smaller than it, biting meaninglessly and chasing and killing one after another.

”Kill the stranger... Kill the stranger!!!”

”Dragon tooth” tore a huge wound behind mezka. The fierce beast turned and opened his mouth towards Loren. It was only a millimetre away from biting half of his body into pieces!

The speed of the fierce beast is faster and faster, and the way of fighting is more and more violent. It seems that it has completely abandoned the posture of imitating Loren and fought in the wildest way.

Claws, fangs, trampling, tearing... The roaring evil god was desperate to tear Loren to pieces, like a mad dog, leaving countless traces of claws on the cold ground.

Loren, who tried his best, almost drained his last little energy. The last bit of physical strength kept him calm and rational. He vented his anger on the ”dragon teeth” in his hand and turned it into a roar of smashing everything with the tip of a gun.

He couldn't understand why mezka changed suddenly, but Asriel knew it.

Asriel, suppressed by mazka, can only stay in this dream world in an almost transparent form, with incredible luster in her scarlet pupils.

Asriel once thought of countless ways in which Loren could win... After all, his unique physique makes this dear friend really have the ability to hurt a falling evil god. Although there is little hope, he can do it.

But now Asriel can clearly feel that mazka... It's afraid.

It is desperately trying to end this fight, trying to destroy the tiny existence threatening it at all costs, and even degenerate into a beast.

It's unimaginable - it's clear that mazka is the Party of overall suppression, and it's clear that Loren has reached the point where the lights are running dry, but no matter how suppressed, he can finally avoid the fatal blow, or even anti kill!

Loren is exhausted. His energy is not enough to support him to use the ”Turin fire” again. Even if he maintains ”beyond perception”, he is very reluctant, but he can't see any sign of being defeated.

The boy suddenly had a creepy touch, and the scarlet pupils showed a little tremor for the first time.

Maybe... He doesn't realize what he can do, let alone what his own existence means.

Loren Turin, a stranger who does not belong to this world, is the one who is really terrible.

He is still very weak, but every time he defeats an enemy, understands his own strength and the essence of the world, he will become more dangerous!