Chapter 1082 (1/2)
Black cross... Serlio?!
Staring at the eyes filled with the power of the materialized void, lorenton felt a tingling of his scalp and an involuntary tension all over his body.
In the blink of an eye, it seemed as if everything was still.
Granular dust floats in the air. In the distant woods and wilderness, the galloping Knights solidify like a landscape, and the light and shadow of the dome become intermittent.
The surrounding demon hunter guards looked at this side quietly. There was no abnormal appearance in their expressions. They didn't move, as if they were marble sculptures of different shapes.
”It's really... It's been too long.”
The voice of cold and piercing words sounded, with a chill that made the black haired wizard very familiar: ”Loren Turin... Since the last 'friendly meeting', you and I have been separated for too long.”
”It's not as long as you said.” reluctantly raised the corners of his mouth, Lauren smiled: ”it's only a few years. I can still remember your frown and smile at that time!”
But obviously, serliol... Or ”the former bishop of fascism” has no sense of humor.
”Wrong.”
The body of the ”deserter Centurion” whose eyes were filled with gray blue pus kept twitching, so that he could not distinguish his expression.
”The concept of time does not exist in the void, and your and my 'existence' is not bound by time and physics; what exists in it is countless messages and emotions, as well as the possibility condensed by all this.”
”When you open that door and lift the restrictions of the second valve, countless' possibilities' have been born - yes, in order to see you, I made sufficient preparations and experienced countless possibilities to return to this world.”
”Everything is for that... Possible.”
”Kill you and erase you from the world forever... Maybe.”
His cheeks twitched more and more, and the ferocious deserter opened and closed his mouth mechanically.
The dark haired wizard's heart was tightened by the dark eyes and the incomparable power of emptiness.
Cold sweat, across my forehead.
”You're afraid.” the deserter's convulsions are getting worse and worse, and his face is blue and blue:
”You should fear.”
”Your thoughts, thoughts, emotions, existence and actions... Are all in my expectation. You are destined to become the enemy of the world and fall at my feet.”
”You... Are destined to fall at my feet!”
Cold words like judgment echoed in the ears of the black haired wizard.
”Don't listen, Loren!”
Suddenly, a young and familiar voice exploded beside him, vaguely anxious.
”He's trying to influence your consciousness!”
A sudden shock, the original panic consciousness immediately woke up a lot.
Black and red exquisite dress, pale and bloodless skin, white and golden hair... Asriel standing with his hands behind his back, stood between himself and the deserter - ”black cross” serliol.
But this time, the blonde boy could not see any teasing on his face. His dignified and solemn expression was hardly like him.
”Serlio, your empty power...” the intermittent voice of the words seemed to be the young man's teeth shaking: ”Diabo, lemantes, govait, Luton... You... You put them...”
”Ha ha.”
The deserter's facial muscles showed a ”smile” expression, like a puppet with a string.
”Treacherous deserters... Cowards... Traitors... Shameless sewer mice... I remember you call them...” serliol sneered:
”So I killed them all.”
An understated tone, as if discussing the evening weather.
The dark haired wizard and the blonde boy are cold at the same time.
The four evil gods... According to Asriel, even if they are weak enough to rely on some collective consciousness - such as fear - to maintain their existence, they can not be easily erased.
”Invaders from another world...” the ”deserter” who raised his mouth said softly:
”Traitors from a previous era...”
”Pioneers from the oldest years...”
”Three beings that do not belong to this era and the world, with the ownership of the two worlds as the final reward and each other's existence as the bet, launch a new war.”
”This grand and gorgeous drama is finally about to open its curtain!”
Asriel clenched his teeth as if he were struggling to support.
”You are also afraid, Asriel. I can smell you. You are filled with panic - look, my eyes will always stay on you and your puppets. No matter what you do, think and want... I know it all.”
”Always remember that my eyes are watching you... Panic, tremble, pain...”
”Go to hell --!”
Not waiting for the distorted expression of the ”deserter” to react, Asriel suddenly raised his right hand and aimed his palm at the face of the ”deserter”.
The veins and blood vessels of the face that had been twitching were completely exposed, the pores on both sides of the cheek were constantly ruptured, and the gray blue pus gushed out from the ears, mouth, nostrils and eyes, gushing and trembling with the rhythm of cheek twitching.
”Poof --!”
The crisp sound of cracking, the head of the deserter broke in response, but what spilled was not blood, but gray blue thick slurry.
The heavy sense of oppression dissipated in an instant, but the surrounding time remained static.
A minute later, they looked back slowly and looked at each other with ”tacit understanding”.
”He's back,” Lauren muttered.