Chapter 775 (1/2)
The black haired wizard gasped and felt the beating of life, the tearing of wounds and the pain of broken bones and tendons, so that his consciousness sank into his body again.
In a trance, I opened my eyes. My sore pupils looked up at the empty ceiling. It took me a minute to regain focus.
I'm... alive.
Clenching his teeth, Loren struggled to get up from the ground; After repeatedly confirming that all the empty remains around him had disappeared, he was relieved and his eyes were extremely tired.
His plan succeeded, but almost failed - he gambled on himself, Asriel and Lucian, and did everything possible to distract the attention of the ”black cross” serliol, so as to win the opportunity to complete the ”silent dream”.
But without the feathers left by the female warrior God brenhild, I... Will never last until the end. It will collapse before fascism is expelled from the material world.
Feeling the rhythm of his heart beating, Loren's eyes were extremely complex.
Stupid mazka, lying Asriel;
Ariel, who wanted to ”end” herself, still didn't give up the lemantes who destroyed the Empire;
Desperate brenhild, ambitious fascist
Once Loren really took the story of ”evil gods invading the Dragon kingdom” for granted. Once
Now, even if we make a comparison according to the known situation, I'm afraid each of these so-called ”evil gods” is inextricably related to niederhogg.
The so-called ”history” and the so-called ”truth” have become beyond recognition as early as the moment they were written down.
No, maybe the truth has long been unimportant... If it is as serlior said, everything is already in his plan, even if he does what he can, it is impossible to change the final outcome.
Slowly lowering his head, Loren looked at the nine pointed star Holy Grail in his hand... Everything began with it.
”Lord Loren... You, you're still alive, aren't you?”
Lauren looked back and saw a confused, bloody gray pupil boy, paralyzed on the ground with his injured right arm, struggling to climb towards himself, with urgency written on his face.
Slightly stunned, after a few seconds, Loren couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth: ”well... At least I think so.”
Seeing the smile on the black haired wizard's face, the scarred Lucian was relieved, and his nervous expression also relaxed a lot.
Clenching his lower lip, he staggered up his upper body and climbed over a distance of less than two or three steps; Panting, he leaned against the dark haired wizard.
Loren moved back and straightened his back - the two sat back to back in the empty room.
”Is it over?”
Hesitating and somewhat depressed, Lucian said, ”the 'fascist'... Serliol, you defeated him?”
”To be exact, he should be expelled by the world.” Loren shook his head. He was not so arrogant that he thought he could defeat an existence that even evil gods were afraid of:
”His existence is extremely difficult to be completely eliminated... At least for now, there is no way to completely erase him.”
”But at least he disappeared temporarily and couldn't appear again, right?” the grey pupil boy asked.
”Theoretically, but...” Lauren murmured, slightly stunned: ”why do you want to ask this?”
Lucian's expression was a little strange, hesitant, and a look of hesitation: ”that's... That... You should remember.”
”What do I remember?”
”You promised miss Sarika Jonah that you would leave fascism to her.” Lucian had to explain, ”but now you let fascism disappear again, so... What would she look like?”
Before he finished, Loren's expression froze on his face, and then sighed helplessly: ”you just want to see my joke, don't you?”
”Absolutely not!” before he finished his serious speech, the corners of Lucian's mouth could not help but tilt up.
The black haired wizard rolled his eyes, puffed and laughed.
”What are you going to do?”
”What else can I do?” with a smooth tone, Loren pulled the corners of his mouth: ”first, it was just an accident; second, he was still alive - I didn't lie, let alone cheat her. I just... Chose not to tell her all the facts.”
”Fascist... 'black cross' serliol, these enemies are terrible. They are just like the villains in fairy tales. It's creepy just to think about them. Such enemies... Shouldn't involve others any more.”
The grey pupil boy was slightly stunned, put away the smile on his face and nodded solemnly.
”What about... Asriel?”
”Huh?”
”I mean... Asriel, he...” he tried to open his mouth. Lucian asked in a tone he didn't believe very much: ”he... That kind of existence should not be so easy to be killed; he's still alive, isn't he?”
Lauren frowned and said nothing.
Lucian twitched his throat and clenched his lower lip.
The empty room was silent.
Impossible... Yes, impossible.
Asriel was pinched and burst his head by the bastard. He looked at his face and turned into pieces in front of him. The blood sprayed on his face, and his petite body disintegrated like ashes.
That child, the child much younger than himself, Asriel, who always smiles politely
How could it be... Still alive?
The grey pupil boy trembled slightly, leaned against Loren's back and slowly lowered his head.
”Sorry, did I miss something?”
A very tender voice broke the peace of the moment.
Huh?!
Suddenly surprised, Lucian immediately turned back and almost straightened his eyes.
A spotless red and black dress, a petite and straight figure, a pair of cunning scarlet eyes under light golden hair, and an elegant and playful smile around the corners of the mouth.
”You, you...” Lucian, with a twitching expression, couldn't even say a word.
With a long sigh, Loren was helpless to the extreme.
”Dear Lucian, I didn't expect to care so much about Asriel... Well, it's flattering.” the young man with a happy smile pressed his chest behind his left hand and his right hand shook his head: