Chapter 382 (2/2)
Faoda clenched his crutch, looked at the guard Knight behind him with almost contemptuous eyes, and looked coldly into the eyes of the black haired wizard.
”A wizard and a church Knight... You tried hard to lead the old man here at the risk of death. This is your trap?”
”Yes, this is my trap - my last and only card.” Loren said slowly, ”and you will die here!”
”Absurd, old power...”
”The evil god lemantes, that is, the so-called 'dead man', personally created the chief culprit of this terrible monster, the rotten corpse devil, and the devil who controls the end form of 'death'. In other words, as long as it is a 'living creature that can be killed', it is absolutely invincible in front of it!”
Loren, who suddenly opened his mouth, coldly interrupted the old man: ”all the 'dead' are the servants of lemantes. They can take their lives and give them, and even constantly transform between them.”
”So we, who are still born in the flesh, have absolutely no chance of winning in front of lemantes.”
”But... You are not lemantes; Lord faoda, you are just lemantes' Apostle... Therefore, your power is limited, or 'extremely' limited.”
”Isn't it? If it's the evil god lemantes, even hundreds of thousands of rotten corpse demons can use their hands, and even the successive snow mountains will turn into ashes in front of it in an instant!”
”It's better to say that the reason why this barren land turned into what it is now is precisely because of the power of lemantes. Is the result wrong?”
The calm Loren spoke quickly and kept saying under the increasingly ugly expression of FA ODA:
”If you also have the power comparable to lemantes... No, even if it's just the power of proximity, a caster has long been turned into ashes; the reason why you drag it up to now is not because of how smart you are, nor because of your deliberate drainage.”
”If you want to describe it, if lemantes is the moon, you are at most a fluorspar; the seemingly terrible power is actually just a crude and clumsy imitation, which is comparable to a poor caster!”
”So the real answer is very simple. Your strength is not enough to kill me, because you are
Too weak --! ”
The voice echoed in the cave for a long time. The guard Knight approaching from the rear stopped and squinted at the ”old man” who was trembling slightly.
In the sight of the dark haired wizard, faoda's cold face kept twisting, and his uncertain face kept changing; Loren, with a tight heart, swallowed hard, and his left hand clenched the handle of the sword began to sweat.
Asriel... You'd better not lie to me this time, or I'll drag you to hell!
”Oh... Really, dear Loren began to doubt poor Asriel again.” the voice of a young man sighing came to Loren's mind:
”At least this time, I really didn't lie - as I mentioned, every evil god is very familiar with each other; and lemantes, a perverted madman, may have strange thinking, strange behavior, nausea and be addicted to the sacrifice ceremony of various ghost animals...”
”But, like all perverts and madmen, the most unbearable thing is verbal provocation and stimulation!”
Before Loren noticed it, in the blink of an eye, faoda roared like a ferocious beast, trembling and raised his right hand with a black skeleton!
At that moment, Loren seemed to see himself opening the ”valve” for the first time in the big wall.
Black thin lines gushed out of the skeleton marks, gradually gushed into the upper cheeks along the withered arms and neck, and finally covered the whole body, making the roaring faoda sound like a scream!
The guard knight and the dark haired wizard looked at each other. They raised their sharp blades almost at the same time, moved slowly and were ready to go.
Faoda, who was covered with ”black lines”, roared and lowered his head fiercely! The twitching limbs were like some kind of monster walking and crawling in his body.
”Lowly creatures, Holy Cross dirty dogs...”
Slowly looked up, faoda's yellow eyes had been completely soaked with black lines, and his open mouth kept overflowing viscous pus:
”Ready... To face death -?!”