Chapter 1209 (1/2)
”Dang --!”
The roar of collision echoed in the dream world of burning nine pointed star.
In the billowing smoke, the black haired wizard waving a big sword and long gun gasped, sweating like water wet his body, and his chest and head were stuffy.
Damn it, my strength is falling too fast.
Sealed all the power of emptiness, which means that Loren could not rely on the spell for the first time, but had to fight an evil god whose power was only slightly reduced by relying on his own power.
Pressure and conformity, all can not be compared with the past; A wrong judgment is enough to die on the spot.
The raised ”dragon tooth” spear pointed straight ahead and swept around slowly with the figure of the black haired wizard; The ”dawn” sword across the shoulder shook with a loose right hand and kept making a forward vertical split.
The diffuse smoke blocked his sight and closed the power of the void. Loren could only rely solely on his senses and experience to judge when and from which direction the next attack would come.
A slight wind brushed through my ears.
Without hesitation, Loren burst into place and jumped to the place where the voice came from; The ”dawn” sword swept across and tore the smoke and dust.
Call——
The sword wind swept over, and there was nothing in the scattered smoke.
”That's because... Behind you!”
The roaring black haired wizard turned sharply in the air and stabbed his left ”dragon tooth” straight behind him by waving a big sword.
”Bang --!”
The oncoming black fog was broken in front of the tip of the Mithril gun.
Behind the scattered black fog, serlior's thin figure and his ferocious expression were exposed.
This time, the black haired wizard didn't stop and jumped up again at the moment of landing; With a horizontal spear, the ”dawn” sword swung back again and aimed at his head.
”Hum!”
Scornfully pursed the corners of his mouth, and serliol raised his withered arm; The black fog overflowing from the worn robe swept forward with his arm.
”Dang!”
The solid black fog stopped the fallen sword, but Loren still had a long gun ”dragon tooth” in his left hand.
Facing the spear point, it's too late to dodge or defend; The indifferent serlior didn't dodge at all, and the rolled up black fog went straight to Loren's chest.
He who is hit by a long gun may suffer some injuries, but Loren Turin who is pierced through his chest... You... Will die.
Give it a try!
In an instant, the ”dragon tooth” spear stabbed the face door of the black cross, and the black fog turned into the tip of the spear approached Lauren's chest.
Time stagnated at this moment, and the two sides without the slightest idea of retreat assumed the posture of dying together.
”Pa.”
At the moment of being penetrated by the black fog, Loren suddenly released the ”dragon teeth”, held the handle of the ”dawn” sword with both hands, and could block the black fog.
The cold radian flashed across the corner of serlior's mouth.
Sure enough... The stranger didn't have the courage to die with himself. He simply
Huh?!
The stunned black cross stared at the black haired wizard who was also looking at himself, and his left hand suddenly stretched out to himself.
Under the wrist of the left hand, a half palm length Mithril sleeve sword pops up.
Stab yourself in the face!
With a flash in his eyes, serlior almost instinctively backed back.
And the short sleeved sword stabbed with Loren's arm just flashed past his eyes and couldn't even touch it.
But serliol, with a grim expression, was not happy at all - nothing else, because he knew Loren Turin too well.
This is a trap!
Sure enough... It was like the moment when the black haired wizard had to fall to the ground without losing a blow. The black haired wizard once again held the falling spear ”dragon teeth” in his left hand, and then swept forward.
”Poof --!”
As the blood sprayed and the tip of the gun swept in front of serliol, the black fog tore Loren's shoulder.
”Bang --!”
There was no chance for Loren to fight back. The rolled up black fog hit him heavily in the chest like a siege hammer. The whole man was knocked out and landed like a broken sack.
Paralyzed in a pool of blood, the black haired wizard whose body was close to the limit gasped, laboriously supported the big sword and long gun in his hand, and supported his trembling body.
”Ha... Ha... Ha...”
Feel the beating heart, the wound on the shoulder stimulates the nerves again and again, and let the faint consciousness return to the body.
Continuous close combat, reaction, rapid mobility, strength competition... There is little physical energy left. This is an inviolable fact that can not be changed by human will.
If it was a black haired wizard in the past, he could force his body to continue to overdraw and fight by relying on the power of the void, but now he even has to allocate some energy to ensure that the curse of ”dumb dream” and his dream world will not be torn to pieces by serlior.
He has a little difficulty even standing now. Although he can continue to fight with his overdrawn body, he can no longer maintain his previous judgment.
Maybe he can hold on for another minute, five minutes or ten minutes and continue to fight with serlior, but compared with his remaining empty power, his physical strength is definitely exhausted first.
In this way, there is no possibility at all. The battle with little hope is simply
”... can only bring despair.”
The cold words of the black cross sounded in Loren's ear: ”Loren Turin... It seems that you finally know your situation.”
”Yes, with your poor wisdom and the friendship of the weak, you can win once, twice, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times... You can win again and again, win the possibility of surviving and seeing little hope again and again.”
”But I just need to beat you once... That's enough.”
”The small victory, the illusory hope based on 'if' and 'possible', gives you too many illusions that you really have the opportunity to change your destiny, but it is impossible at that time; the mole ants that killed the giant animals are still mole ants and will not become giant animals because of your actions and actions.”
Looking at Loren, who was embarrassed and struggling to stand up, the cold humming serlior shook his head: ”look at yourself. Even if you bet on everything, you still can't change your limitations; even if you have the power to challenge God, you still can't break the limitations of this small body.”
”If you could stab the sword while waving a long gun, maybe... There would be a slightest possibility that I could not resist for the time being and take the Holy Grail from my hand.”
”But you and I both know that it is impossible; your body on the verge of limit, your arm that is too sore and weak to be controlled by you, can't stab a key sword at all.”
”The weak existence has the ambition to surpass its ability, which... Is the despair of being a mole ant.”
Call——
As if sensing something, the cold black cross looked around.
With continuous fighting, the whole dream world has been destroyed to ruins, and the towering towers and dilapidated castles have disappeared.
Even the nine pointed star burning above his head was left with only the last faint light of fire.