Vol 6 Chapter 398: The last revenge

"Dream world ?!"
The little wizard who blurted out his expression was full of incredible.
Compared with the ignorant face next to him, Vira, who has no idea what this group of people is talking about, has opened the first valve, but has not yet shaped Ain which belongs to his dream world, and his knowledge in this area is still stuck. Literally meaning.
A more powerful spiritual hall, the simulation of which only belongs to a wizard's own "Void World", a place that carries "all knowledge and memories" ... Ayn's understanding of the dream world is basically limited to this.
"Yeah ... bypass the actual road and go directly to the church through the dream world." Asriel smiled from the corner of his mouth. "Of course it is impossible to normal, but now the city is almost completely eroded by the void, The power of the void that is all around is so strong that it is no different from the world of the void. "
"As we all know, there is no concept of time and space in the void; so as long as you make good use of this feature and connect it to the maelstrom above us at the moment you open the dream world ... everything will be fine."
Asriel looked at Loren and the little wizard with interest, and ignored the night watchman who had not yet figured out the situation:
"In this way, Loren can avoid being disturbed by Serior on the way to the cathedral, or having to waste time for some garbage, in one step."
"Of course! You can do all this thanks to the fact that you have cleared most of the tide of monsters, and through the materialization of the power of the void, the power of the maelstrom above our head has been strengthened more than double, otherwise if ..."
"What do you need me to do?"
The little wizard stole, without even a second's hesitation.
"Dear Ain, of course, the most critical part." A flicker of blood flashed through the pupils of the blond boy, pale fingers flicked, and a nine-pointed star magic array appeared at the feet of the black-haired wizard.
"With the help of Loren's dream world, there is nothing complicated in the whole process. The only problem is that the work of" transmission "is at most an additional" function "to the dream world, but it can only be done. It is not for This was born. "
"and so……"
"So there needs to be a special indicator, a directional force to strengthen the ability of this aspect of the dream world, and make it into a magic circle similar to" space teleportation ", so that it is foolproof!"
"Hey, hello ... I don't seem to have agreed to this plan yet ..."
"Big cheater!"
Before Loren finished, the little wizard with a slight cheek on his face had a serious expression, and he looked very seriously at Asreal with a grinning face:
"I know, then start now!"
Asriel smiled silently, bowing to the little wizard with a blank glance.
"Wait, you guys ..."
"Beat him, Loren." Ain Rand, who was stealing again, faced Loren with his blue eyes: "Try to defeat the Black Cross as much as you can, let him pay for his actions, for all he hurt by him. People ... pay the price! "
"Then, when everything is over, I will listen to you explain this to me personally ... From the first time we met at Wild Dog Village, all the things you told me were originally told me." Ai Yin There was a smile on the corner of his mouth:
"No, I want to treat me like a fool!"
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At midnight, a huge gray-blue vortex hangs high above the dome, and the dead Cathedral Basilica is immersed in the power of the gray-blue void at the highest point of Golovin Hill.
When he opened his eyes again, the dark-haired wizard stood in front of the temple.
The buildings of the surrounding cathedral have been reduced to ruins when the hills "fall", leaving only the sanctuary on the cliffs of the hills; the cliffs on both sides are like abyss.
A ruined castle, a cliff like an abyss, immortal monsters all around, an endless night, and a huge gray-blue vortex or ... the "sun" burning a blue flame.
Excluding certain existences, the scene in front of you is simply a replica of your dream world.
But his dream world was created by a guy named Asriel ... so it is definitely not a coincidence.
"... The burning black sun is an illusion, an existence that transcends the physical world; it is deception, deception at a glance; the reason it appears is to tell you that all this is just a lie ..."
Loren finally understood the meaning of the words of Holy Cross.
The burning "black sun" ... that is the two realms, or the holy grail of the nine-pointed star, which symbolizes the realms of the two realms; the rudimentary lie is just a slight modification of the power of the gray-blue void on the edge of the huge vortex It became the color of flame.
So the Holy Cross called it "clear deception" because as long as you see the vortices generated by the barriers of the two realms, it is only a matter of time to think of the burning sun.
"It's really embarrassing to tell me the truth so painfully, Asriel ..."
Talking to himself, Loren twitched his lips.
Although I have n’t seen it with my own eyes, even if I think about it, it ’s not hard to guess that a blonde teenager at this moment is probably preparing a
lie
for so many years of hard work and loneliness. I am finally delighted at the moment when the mystery is revealed. Endless?
Perhaps I was playing in a corner right now, quite complacently admiring my expression at the moment, waiting for his own inquiries with interest, and then pretending to be pitiful and asking for my forgiveness ...
Well, it fits that guy's character very well.
The corners of his mouth twitched more and more, but the dark-haired wizard's face showed some kind of "smile", as if some kind of tacit agreement had been reached.
The tacit agreement between scammers and victims.
"Lorren Turin ..."
A dull, somewhat familiar voice rang in the ear of the dark-haired wizard.
"You really did as the Black Cross said ... came here;"
In the direction of the sound, at the moment of seeing the opening figure, a bit of consternation flashed in the dark pupil.
It was a pile of muddy mud between the beach and the temple on the cliff steps.
The black mud is mixed with gray-blue pus, and you can still see the muddy broken bones and broken limbs between them, mixed with living things like chaos, flowing on the stairs and wriggling; Cracked pustules prove that this is a "living creature".
But what surprised Loren was not this, but the voice of the other party ... Although the turbidity seemed to be mixed with countless strange liquids in the throat, and was stuffed in what, but that voice definitely belongs to ...
"Amazed?"
The calm and heavy tone is full of strength:
"You were surprised to see this look of the Lord of the Empire, the supreme emperor of the twelfth generation, Eckhardt de Lyon ... is it?"
Loren raised a brow: "You ..."
"As you can see, this is the price of challenging God and failing." Eckhart's voice was as plain as before, and it has obviously turned into a mud, but he can't feel any pain, grief, anger and unwillingness:
"God won't kill you, he will only ... punish you, put you through pain, torture, collapse, fear, and despair ... He fears you, wants to escape, and no longer has the courage to face him."
"He wants to let you know that you are doomed to fail. You can't bear all of this. You are not qualified to stand in front of him no matter how clever, brave, talented, extraordinary in force ... after all, it's just his plaything."
"The ones used to be defeated, torn, destroyed and possessed by him, prove the power of God ... playthings."
In the faint words, Loren slowly looked back.
"So you know, for the Black Cross to dare to challenge him, to challenge his plan and layout and even the existence of ideas, for him ..."
"What is it ... something that scares him so much that he wants to use this method to identify and warn the latecomers, so that they are also afraid of this and give up all kinds of resistance."
"Betrayers are punished, rebels are punished, and challengers are punished ... The so-called power of God, the dignity of God, authority and power are also just things that need to be maintained with fear and deterrence ... extremely fragile things."
The dark-haired wizard, who was as thick as water, listened to the emperor's meaningful words.
"He knew you would come, so he made a lot of preparations."
In the muddy mud, Eckhart's deep and calm voice sounded: "But these ... are just illusions that paralyze you. The real terror is far more than your imagination. The real fear is not something that flows on the surface, but Despair hidden under the shell of hope. "
"That was the joy after the death, the exhaustion after the victory, the last relief ... At that moment, the real fear of the Black Cross will appear in front of you."
"It's that you can't resist, you can't deal with something that you can only bear and bear in silence ... It is the destiny of destiny that leaves you no choice."
"Lorren Turin, that's what you want to resist."
Until this moment, Eckhart's deep voice added a bit of sadness: "The fate that can't resist, the inevitable and the best ending ... is what you have to face, the final test."
"That's me, Eckhardt de Leone ... wake up at the end."
"Lorren Torino ... I don't know why you are here, for more power and authority, the same fate that I have carried since I lived, or I was bewitched by a certain evil and embarked This seems to uncover the truth of the world ... "
"Either way, you are already the Black Duke after another ... No, it should be the first one, the first human being who fears God and is so hostile."
"On this point alone, you have surpassed all the pioneers including me."
"As another loser before you, I can only say ... welcome, to the end of the world."
The dark-haired wizard nodded slightly and stood upright on the stairs where he could look straight at the muddy beach.
"Thank you." Loren whispered: "So you waiting for me here, what do you want?"
"No."
Eckhart's answer was decisive.
"Huh?" The black-haired wizard froze.
"The real Eckhardt de Lyon is already dead. What you see is nothing but the last consciousness he left for his own purposes."
The muddy "Eckhart" seemed to have a hint of sarcasm in his tone: "What can he pursue for a dead person?"
"His family was destroyed by his own hands, and he witnessed the death of his grandmother, and then took control of his father, siblings, sons and bloodline ... sacrificed everything and even himself, hoping that he would not repeat the mistakes of his predecessor and realize his own The ambition is still a tragedy. "
"As for me ... or the remnant called" Eckhardt "has completely failed in front of the Black Cross, and has lost the last chance of success; even the meaning of existence has been obliterated, and I have nothing to pursue. . "
"The reason for Gouhuo is not only controlled by the Black Cross, but also the last bit of unwillingness ... and anger."
Until this moment, Loren finally felt the emotion of anger from the "sludge" void reaction.
"I don't care if you can defeat the Black Cross, I don't care what the ending of the DeSales family is, or what the end of the empire and the world will be."
"What I want is to watch you walk into this temple with your own eyes and make the Black Cross angry and angry; he stays here to stop you as much as possible before he completely destroys the Holy Cross and takes the Holy Grail."
The mud on the beach began to bleed pustules, restless like vaporized liquid, and it would be torn apart at any time:
"I can't resist his orders, so I decided to change the way."
Another way?
At the next moment, the mud on the beach suddenly rolled up and pounced on the black-haired wizard.
"boom!!!!"
Mud mixed with thick flesh and water burst in the air, one after another small "drops of water" rushed down like an arrow of rain.
The instinctive black-haired wizard stroked his left hand in front of him, opened the magic circle defense out of thin air, and his right hand had pressed the hilt of the "Dawn" sword and cut it forward.
The "water droplets" that collided with the magic array did not change, and did not even make a slight wave of waves on the magic array, which disappeared like water vapor.
"Ok?"
A trace of consternation crossed Loren's eyes ~ EbookFREE.me ~ and had a chance to react in the future, and the slammed mud collided with the blade of the "Dawn" sword.
Under the dark eyes, the scattered mud turned into ash and smoke in front of the sword, and disappeared in the air without a trace.
A strong void reaction, the blade of the "dawn" sword rushed into Loren's consciousness. It was an empty shell called "Eckhardt de Lyon", all emotions and memories.
From the birth, to the confrontation with the Black Cross Serel, the emotions revealed and all the judgments and reactions made ... No matter the size, Loren has experienced it all.
"Accept it, Loren Turin ..."
The faint words sounded in the mind of the black-haired wizard:
"This ... is my last revenge."
With a slight shock, the dark-haired wizard who recovered from his trance stood in situ.
On the cliff leading to the temple of the church, he was left alone.