Vol 4 Chapter 205: Upright battle (Part 1)

In the burning dark sun, only the dazzling golden red flashes, mixed with the explosion of thick smoke and the flames turning into a monstrous wave, and the flood-like fire waves are boiling and roaring.
The empty door wide open stood at the place of Brunnhilde, almost completely received the blow.
And there was no reservation, and I tried my best.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!"
Heartbroken and roaring black-haired wizards did everything, hardly leaving any backhand and room for defense-in the face of a goddess of warrior that is so powerful, it can only be won by fighting hard. Trivial turnaround!
In the moment of roaring, Loren's eyes had begun to show a little fatigue ... even if it was strengthened by the Holy Grail of the Nine-Mounted Star, just after using the two high-level spells of "Dream of Dreams" and "I Die Now" Immediately squandering the little energy left is still a very dangerous sign for him.
If you can't force Brunnhild back even then, then you really have only the last one and the most undesirable option ... valve.
For wizards who are truly exposed to occultism and the holy grail of the Nine Stars, the "valve" is the last card in their hands-let the spiritual palace reversely invade the real world, even if it is impossible to use the power of the void. Use it without even caring about mental consumption.
This is what the wizards found on the holy grail of the Nine-Man Star, to open the "key" of their shackles, and in a short time they can have the power comparable to the evil god.
And the price is a strong void erosion and a high risk of sudden death on the spot or even a mutation ... Although Loren does not have to worry about this, the loss of energy alone is enough to make him comatose for a month, and it is also accompanied by a period of weakness. .
Because of this, the battle between the Ancient Wood Forest and Metzka will make him so fresh that he has no choice to open the valve when fighting Ariel to the most critical time.
The flames were boiling, and the dark-haired wizard staring at the sea of ​​fire slightly relieved; he didn't expect to be able to defeat Brunnhilde with a high-level spell, but at least ...
"boom----!!!!"
Just the next second, the burst of roar made Loren suddenly raise his head; the relaxed expression suddenly turned into amazement, the pupil suddenly shrank, staring at the scene in front of him.
The gusty wind roared, and the boiling flames separated from the center like a huge wave.
Was it split?
Flame ... was split? !
At the next moment, the golden and red flames spread to the surroundings, the white and snowy wings spread left and right, and the figure of Brunnhild under the flames appeared.
Unscathed—!
The blazing flame surrounds the side of the Valkyrie like a cloak, with a blue steel spiral spear lying behind him; the sober-faced Brunnhild raised his left hand flat, and a huge and exaggerated two-handed sword was held in her hand. , Pointing straight ahead.
Loren was dumbfounded.
Even Mezka and Asriel, in front of the "Fire of Turin", can't be really unharmed. Even Fanesis, who has the power of the "Black Cross" Serel, will never dare Take a positive note!
And she actually ... split? Doing my best, betting on all the blows, I was so easily split? !
The blade of the flame ripped apart, exuding the dim light like the moonlight, the dazzling ridge of the sword seemed to be forged by the stars at midnight, and the huge and exaggerated hand guards and handles were gorgeous and unimaginable.
"This is a symbol of sorrow and majesty, the dawn of eternal night ..." Brunnhild murmured, his eyes full of admiration:
"Even in the face of death, there was no slight withdrawal, Loren Turin ... you really deserve to be Roland's successor, the bond between you and your friends, I have felt deeply from this boiling flame Arrived!"
The tired black-haired wizard sighed, his dark pupils were covered with blood, and his temples were beating all the time ... even if "die now" could restore the injury, but he could not heal fatigue.
Even if I do my best, there is still little hope ...
"If I am not mistaken, the name" Dragon Teeth "in your hand ... is a gift from one of your best friends?" The Valkyrie's expression has a soft appreciation:
"I don't know if I have this honor, can I hear the name of this person?"
"Ayn, Ain Rand in the Deep Forest." Loren's bloodshot eyes looked at Brennhilde, clutching the dragon tooth in his hand:
"She is the best I know ... No, it should be the best ever, and the most insurmountable, no one can compare with it!"
After a moment of silence, the flames dissipated.
Without a word, Brunhild stared at the dark-haired wizard for a long time, with a bitter, bitter smile on the corner of his mouth:
"Mutual friends who trust each other, rely on each other, and support each other ... it is the meaning of a knight betting his life to fight for it."
The next moment, before the Valkyrie attack, the dark-haired wizard moved!
The gray-blue light beam pulled up a residual image, and Loren launched an offensive towards Brenheld; the dragon tooth, spitting the power of the void, thrust unreservedly into her high chest.
Facing the offensive of the dark-haired wizard, the Valkyrie seemed unimpressed, but the star-like twin pupils were much dimmed and murmured in a low voice:
"But even if it has the meaning of fighting, does it have enough power to resist its destiny?"
The words murmured, and in the face of Loren Turin, who had no retreat, Brunnhilde raised the star sword in his hand-a huge and exaggerated two-handed sword, as if in her slender left hand Sewing lightness.
"clang--!"
In the moment of sideways, the dark-haired wizard almost did his best to barely avoid the mortal blow of the spiral gun tip. The smashed star sword made the dragon tooth in his hand tremble suddenly, and the bone hair of his arms gave a harsh wailing!
The next second, Loren, who succeeded in parrying again, reappeared, and his left hand gently snapped his fingers; the center of the two interleaved figures instantly glowed with a dazzling golden red light.
"boom--!!!!"
The roar of the explosion sounded like thunder, but it was n’t what the dark-haired wizard thought ... When the flames dissipated, the cold silver star sword slowly moved away, while Brunnhild, who was blocked behind, remained intact .
In the shocked eyes of the dark-haired wizard, the steel gun that swept the hurricane stabbed him again.
"clang--!!!!"
The moment the gun tip collided with Jianmang, Loren almost did not hesitate to dodge ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The whole person was knocked out again and collapsed to the ground!
Crossing his spear, Brenhild's pupils standing with his sword narrowed slightly, but the bitterness of his mouth became more and more intense.
She could see that he really wanted to win.
Even if he lives his life, gambles on everything, and does whatever he can to do whatever he can ... He also hopes to end everything, break the shackles of samsara, and gain the power to protect the people he wants to protect.
Everything ... is the same as Roland.
Everything is no different from the past, it is still a reincarnation of tragedy; no matter how hard he tries, it is impossible to prevent that day from coming.
At most, it's just that the time is different.
The dark-haired wizard who fell in the pool of blood was still struggling, struggling to support his body with dragon teeth and wanting to stand up; but obviously this process will not be very easy, even if it can stand still, it will not fall immediately He is already needed to do his best.
It's time to put an end to all this ... Brenhild held up the star sword in his hand, and the star-like sword exuded radiance.
But at the next moment ... The Valkyrie who suddenly noticed something shuddered and suddenly looked in the direction of Loren falling.
Just now the dying dark-haired wizard has stood up again, raising the corner of his mouth and using that pair of unruly, dark pupils to stare at her!
Put your right hand behind you and put the dragon teeth sideways;
Grinding the left hand of the bright silver, blocking in front of him, the gray-blue sword gleaming with a shivering light.
He should have been very weak just now, how can he be restored to his original condition immediately, even a little more powerful than just now?
Is there any real strength?
"this is……"
"Ah, this ..." the dark-haired wizard, who gasped heavily, said in a careless tone:
"We ... call this a" valve "!"