Vol 6 Chapter 228: Low head

The level of Void Force ... higher than me?
The eagle king who took a deep breath first quickly calmed himself down.
Looking at Loren Turin's "truly smiling" expression, he couldn't really judge whether the other party was telling the truth or deceiving himself, or both of them didn't matter, because what matters most now is ...
It is to let the situation that is more and more unfavorable to oneself be eased as soon as possible.
"I have to admit ... Your self-confidence really admired me, Lord Loren Turin." The frightened eagle king regained his light and breezy posture, and smiled at Loren "In my lifetime, I have never been I have seen enemies like you who can still reverse the situation in a mortal situation, and can freely retreat. "
"On this point alone, you are already far above me, but ... the growth of the Void Force level is not as simple as you describe."
"It's not a power that can be grasped instantly by a sudden epiphany; it's too terrible, even a small level of understanding needs to be considered in terms of years; you as a sorcerer should understand this."
"So ... even if you want to play tricks, please stop joke."
He is lying.
He is scared and uneasy now.
Sudden thoughts flowed into Loren's mind-not to say that he suddenly mastered skills such as mind reading, but that Loren felt vaguely a dark "mind state" around him, expressing these in some way.
The expanded dream world or state of mind, because its essence is the manifestation of the inner desire, can it also express the host's emotional changes and ideas through the power of the void in it?
At that moment, Loren seemed to understand why the guy in Asreal always likes to communicate with himself in his dream world or spiritual hall.
It turned out ... it turned out to be the case.
At this moment, Loren didn't even bother to care about the eagle king on the side. The most important thing for him right now was to familiarize himself with this body and the strength that came with it as soon as possible.
He can get more detailed and accurate information from the original chaotic and complex void power, and can easily distinguish and control the rapidly changing emotions ...
He knows that he can do a lot of things now, but how much he can do and to what extent ... he still has no idea.
"... Open the second valve and you will have a new vision ..."
This is what Master Corona said when he first met Loren; he did n’t understand what it meant at the time, but now ...
Looking up, smiling Loren looked at the eagle king's pretentious calm.
"I seem a little clear."
An unknown word made the eagle king frown.
What is he referring to?
Could it be said that the power of his void is really ... impossible, the other party is also a guy who has exchanged interests with Evil God; how could an Evil God watch the existence of a material world and become his own threat?
The Eagle King decided to try again.
"Dear Lord Loren Turin, I admire your confidence, but ..."
"Fifteen minutes ... or a quarter of an hour."
Loren suddenly extended his right index finger and interrupted him unkindly. "I'll give you another quarter of an hour."
"Although you try, use any means to see if you can kill me. I promise that within these fifteen minutes absolutely ... try not to fight back; almost, fifteen minutes ..."
As soon as the words turned, the dark-haired wizard looked at his right hand, as if there was something on it that made him extremely interested.
"Well, it should be enough for me."
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"You really ... have given it to him?"
With the "ender" Diabona filled with horror and mean voices, the four stares at Asriel at once became different from just now.
At that moment, Asrell read fear, despair, shock and disbelief from them.
At that moment, Asriel felt great.
Do not……
Should it be turned out to be cool? !
The forehead is raised, the arms are stretched out to the sides naturally, the corner of the mouth is rising uncontrollably under the gently closed scarlet pupil.
He was arrogantly enjoying the negative emotions exuded from the four guys, which seemed to be applauding and cheering for him.
This is the breath of victory!
"You madman!"
After holding for a long time, Diapo gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing with anger.
"Dear Diyabo, you have already said this." The blonde boy with closed eyes enjoys the glaring glance of the other party, and there is still anger that can be said to be mean. If you can only say the word "madman", it is really a bit. I'm sorry for yourself. "
"That's because you don't know what you did!"
This time, the same angered "tyrant" Govait said, "The thing about Brenhill is right in front of you, don't you get taught at all ..."
"Silly big man with a secondary illness, it's not your turn to teach me!" The mouth of the blond teenager's mouth became cold.
"Yes, I still remember when Brunnhild and the Black Duke Roland Turin went north and hoped that they would be exiled from the Black Cross in the battle, what are you doing?"
"You ... looked indifferently, your eyes really looked at the Black Duke who had not completely perfected his" vision ", and he was mercilessly obliterated by Serior, and he and the Black Cross died together with the" reliance "of this world."
"You don't even have the courage to fight Serel head-on, so don't mention the Valkyrie Brenhild there, you really don't deserve it!"
There was a silence in the dim light.
Lymantes, the "wrecker" standing on his stick, sighed in a low voice;
Luton, the "unbeliever" kneeling down on the ground, crying in self-blame;
The mean "Ender" Diabo gritted his teeth, doubting Asriel ’s intentions;
The indifferent "tyrant" Gewait didn't change his face, and looked on coldly.
The blonde teenager who was still angry just now recovered his smile, and the polite gesture seemed to be talking about yesterday's weather.
"But as Asriel said at the beginning, I ... Dear Loren ... don't want to be against you; we are not enemies, and there are no conflicts of interest."
"Of course, the phrase" no conflict of interest "means another way," no matter what we decide to do, you have to accept it ") So, why continue to be an enemy?"
Lazy and graceful hair flipping sideburns, a blonde teenager standing with a hand on his back lifted his waist, the tone filled the confidence of the winner
"So ... I put forward a compromise proposal that can protect our mutual benefits ..."
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"boom----!!!!"
The arm of the giant carrion demon descended from the sky, as if the shadow of the heavy hammer was a few circles larger than Loren's body; with a loud noise and spraying plasma, the black wizard was crushed to the ground.
The heavy fist soaked in plasma slowly lifted up, waiting to see the appearance of the dark-haired wizard, and the palms of two giant carrion demons poured out from the black mist on both sides, and they came towards the center.
"boom----!!!!"
There was a fierce crunch, and the two palms colliding with each other shattered, turning into ice scattered in the dust.
The Eagle King who faintly felt something, stared at the diffuse ice mist, and his right hand holding the long knife shuddered.
Soon, the ice mist dispersed.
With an ugly look, the Eagle King stared at the motionless Loren Turin sitting in a pile of "broken corpses".
Unscathed!
Even the clothes are the same as they were just now, and you can't even see any traces of blood on them.
"How could ..." The shocking eagle king even shuddered with his eyes. "How could you ... have not even a little damage ?!"
"Why are you still alive ?!"
"tell me!"
The roar of the eagle king echoed in the dark state of mind.
The silent dark-haired wizard did not answer his thoughts at all, still staring thoughtfully at his palm.
Well, there are ten minutes.
He can feel his body ... or that his consciousness is gradually changing, and he is gradually going beyond the "category" of the body to another completely different pattern.
This feeling ... how to describe it?
Like flying a kite, your body is standing on the ground, but your consciousness has risen into the kite in the sky; although you still maintain contact with your body, but what you see, hear, feel, think ...
They are no longer limited to the feelings conveyed to them by the "body".
Very peculiar, very peculiar.
Because at that moment, Loren first felt the powerful power not to be allowed by himself, but the inexplicable panic; a kind of panic that "everything he masters is no longer everything he is familiar with."
It seems to be a person without consciousness, and the first thing he feels is pain after having consciousness; a person who has never walked has no idea how to move his bones and muscles and let himself "walk" for a moment.
Today's black-haired wizard is almost this kind of "panic"; because according to Asriel's description, the opening of the second valve is irreversible, he must completely adapt to this change.
Even these metaphors are very inappropriate, and it is impossible to describe this kind of change that is almost "changed."
This made Loren couldn't help but think of all the "superpowers" once imagined in the past-teleportation, flames, ice, mind reading, brainwashing, enhanced perception ...
These special abilities only work when they are used like a kind of "tool" or "spell", but they are usually turned off, which may be convenient.
But if it is "mutation", the first thing I get is probably not convenience, but trouble, big trouble-maybe the person who gets the ability will spend several years or even more than ten years to gradually adapt, or even completely change Use your own lifestyle to adapt to changes in your body.
Now the other problem is more trouble than mutation ... because how you change is also based on the "body"; and the changes that took place at this time in the dark-haired wizard have completely gone beyond the scope of the body.
There is no way to start, there is no place to learn from.
If everything starts from scratch, Loren will even spend a lot of time like a baby, and even contact "scream", "crawling", "turning over" all day and night ... Finally, it may take several years to walk and talk.
Instead, the eagle king who once "killed himself once" is no longer his biggest trouble.
Ten minutes, um ... I can adjust myself for a while ...
"Poof!"
The Azore's long knife, wrapped in black mist, slammed into the chest of the black-haired wizard; he was blocked just before the torso penetrated.
Ok?
Loren seemed to wake up suddenly, looking at the tip of the knife against his chest, his expression slightly stunned.
I don't know when the position of the chest was held by the long knife, and there was a faint water mark that separated the body from the blade.
I was hit?
No, it's more like being canceled than hitting it-just touching your own void reaction is completely different from that of the Eagle King, but it is similar to Asriel's.
In other words, that is not the power of the Eagle King itself.
"Sure enough!" There was a clear look on the face of the eagle king-although the tip of the knife was blocked by death, it showed that the black hair in front of him could be hurt!
"Lorren Turin, no matter what tricks you are playing, or some special ability from your foreign physique ... But the battle between the forces of the void is so pure and direct!"
The eagle king once again recovered his confident smile, "the mark from the four evil spirits being one, is enough to destroy any kind of magic you have turned out; and the blade of the mythril forge can successfully tear your void. force!"
So far, the expression of King Eagle has changed slightly-because he didn't originally intend to do this step.
It is a situation to cooperate or use each other with evil spirits; but if they become their servants and puppets in a certain sense, it is another situation.
But now I have no choice.
"Let ’s end now ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Loren Turin-at this moment, it is the end of your dying struggle!"
"The wreckers, tyrants, unbelievers, endermen ... from the millenniums ago, the traces left by the ancient heroes of the four eras, will use their power to completely wipe you out!"
Holding up the Azores long sword in his hand, the Eagle King ’s neck, chest, and arms, a total of four positions, flashing a gray-blue rune mark-that is from the Evil God, the mark left for his apostle.
The dark state of mind suddenly began to tremble violently; the black mist that filled the surroundings turned into a turbulent torrent, tumbling around the eagle king and the black-haired wizard;
A spiral storm rolled up on the dim top, and the sound of thunder was deafening, with purple sparks and electric lights flashing, as if constantly accumulating enough power to destroy everything;
"Loren Turin, I don't care what kind of tricks you are playing with. In the face of the Great Four Gods, you are only a mortal after all, and one must look up to the gods ... mortal!"
"Mortal, in front of the great four gods, lower your proud head!"