Vol 5 Chapter 91: Not lost yet

The dark-haired wizard gasped for a long time, feeling the beating of life, the tearing of the wound and the soreness of the broken bones and muscles, and let his consciousness sink into the body.
Opening his eyes in a trance, the sore pupil looked up at the empty ceiling, and it took a minute for the blurred vision to regain focus.
I am still alive.
Gritting his teeth strongly, Loren struggled to get up from the ground; after confirming that all the remaining voids had disappeared, he was relieved and his eyes were exhausted.
His plan was successful, but it almost failed-he bet on himself, Asriel and Lucien had three lives, and did everything possible to distract the attention of the "Black Cross" Serel before they won it. The opportunity to complete the "Dream of Dream".
But without the feathers left by the Valkyrie Brenhild, I ... absolutely cannot hold on to the end, and wait for Fanesis to be expelled from the material world, it has already collapsed.
Feeling the rhythm of the beating heart, Loran's stunned eyes were extremely complicated.
The stupid Mezka, the lie-ridden Asriel;
Ariel, who wanted to "end" herself, still did not give up Lemantes, which destroyed the empire;
Desperate Brunnhilde, ambitious Farnesses ...
Once Loren really took the story of "the evil spirits invaded the dragon kingdom" as a matter of course. Once ...
Looking at it now, even if it is just a comparison based on what has been learned, these so-called "evil gods" are probably inextricably linked to Niederhogger.
The so-called "history" and the so-called "truth" have changed beyond recognition from the moment they were written.
No, maybe the truth has long been unimportant ... If it is really as Seriel said, everything is already in his plan, no matter how he does it, it is impossible to change the final outcome.
Slowly lowering his head, Loren looked at the Holy Grail of the Nine Stars in his hands ... everything started from it.
"Lor, Lord Loren ... you, you are still alive, are you still alive?"
Loren turned around and saw the gray, blood-stained, gray-eyed boy, paralyzed on the ground with his injured right arm, struggling to crawl towards himself, his face full of urgency.
Slightly startled, it took a few seconds before Loren could not help raising the corner of his mouth: "Well ... at least I think so."
Seeing the smile on the face of the dark-haired wizard, Lucien, who was scarred, let out a sigh of relief, and his nervous expression stretched a lot.
Biting his lower lip tightly, he staggered up his upper body and climbed less than two or three steps; while panting, he leaned toward the dark-haired wizard.
Loren moved back and straightened his back—the two were sitting back to back in this empty room.
"has it ended?"
Lucy, who was a little dying, said: "That‘ Fanesis ’... Serior, did you beat him?

"Accurately, it should have been expelled from this world." Loren shook his head, and he was not so arrogant that he could defeat an existence that even the evil gods feared:
"It's very difficult for him to be completely eliminated ... At least for now, there is no way to completely kill him."
"But at least he disappeared for a while and couldn't show up again, right?" Gray pupil asked.
"Theoretically, but ..." Loren murmured, stunned slightly: "Why do you want to ask this?"
Lussin's expression is a little weird, full of words, and hesitant expression: "It's ... that ... you should remember."
"What do I remember?"
"You promised Miss Selika Jonah that she would leave Fanesis to her." Lucien had to explain: "But now you let Fanesis disappear again, so ... she will What is your expression? "
Before he finished speaking, Loren's expression froze on his face, and then sighed helplessly: "You just want to see my joke, right?"
"Absolutely not!" Before a serious one finished, Lusien's mouth could not help but curl up.
The dark-haired wizard rolled his eyes, pouted, and laughed.
"What are you going to do?"
"What else can I do?" Loren said with a sigh of relief: "First, it was just an accident; second, he was still alive--I didn't lie, let alone lie to her, I just ... choose not to take all The facts tell her only. "
"Fanesis ... 'Black Cross' Sériel, these enemies are terrible, just like the villains in fairy tales, they are creepy just thinking about them, such enemies ... shouldn't take anyone else Get involved. "
Gray pupil stunned slightly, put away the smile on his face, nodded solemnly.
"What about ... Asriel?"
"Ok?"
"I mean ... Asriel, he ..." He tried to speak, and Lucien asked in a tone that he didn't quite believe: "He ... there is something that shouldn't be killed so easily; He is still alive, right? "
Loren frowned, saying nothing.
Luis twitched his throat and bit his lower lip tightly.
The empty room was silent.
Impossible ... yes, impossible.
Asrell was squeezed by the bastard, and he looked at his face with his eyes open, and turned into fragments in front of him. Blood was sprayed on his face, and his petite body collapsed like ashes.
That child, the child who is much younger than himself, always smiles politely ...
How is it possible ... to be alive?
The gray pupil shook slightly and leaned his head slowly against Loren's back.
"Sorry, did I miss something?"
A very immature voice broke the serenity of this moment.
Ok? !
Suddenly Lucien turned back, his eyes almost straightened.
The spotless red and black dress, petite and straight figure, pale blonde hair and a pair of crimson scarlet eyes, elegant and playful chuckle at the corner of the mouth.
"You, you, you, you ..." Lucien, whose expression twitched, had already said nothing.
With a long sigh, Loren was helpless to the extreme.
"Dear Lucien, little obedient, I didn't expect to care about Asriel so much ... well, it's really flattering." The young man with a happy smile held his chest behind his left hand and his right hand, shaking his head with unwillingness:
"If you didn't know Dear Loren first, Lucien ... I will definitely treat you as my best friend."
But the shocked gray pupil obviously didn't notice this, and his expression was shocked to the extreme.
"Why are you still alive-? !!!"
Looking at his surprised and wounded expression, Asriel smiled even happier.
"Wait ?!" Frightened Luis turned back suddenly, his suspicious eyes tumbling back and forth on the bodies of the black-haired wizard and the teenager:
"It's impossible ... are you planned ?!"
Loren and Asriel looked at each other.
"Simply put, I once reached a contract with this evil spirit, and he will never be killed before I get killed or completely become a fool." Loren sighed:
"But ... that's not what you want to hear."
Lussien stared at him desperately, wishing to wear a hole in Loren's face.
In his eyes, Loren said quietly: "Sériel's strength is very strong, and we can never confront it head-on; I understand when confronting him; it is impossible to defeat him, so ..."
"So at the moment I showed up, dear Loren immediately figured out a plan." Elegant slightly bowed, Asrier took the topic with a smile:
"He has to repeat his tricks so that the 'Black Cross' Serel can easily defeat him; so he ignores his presence and devotes himself to dealing with poor Asriel."
"Of course, there have been a lot of accidents." Loren shrugged calmly: "For example ... Serel has completely swallowed the consciousness of Farnesses, the truth of the dwarf's history, and this room ..."
"And me." The gray pupil squeezed the corner of his mouth tightly, some breathless: "Right?"
Loren did not answer.
Asrell smiled even brighter: "Dear Asrell, how can you be an accident ... should be called a surprise ..."
"all in all……"
With a long tone, he interrupted Asriel's Loren's gaze, and the teenager immediately shut his mouth shut, smiling and stood beside him with a smile:
"Although the process was not the same as planned at the beginning, it went smoothly-of course, fortunately because of the accident, otherwise we would never survive."
"And poor Asriel was indeed killed ... in order to ensure that he was not seen through Loren's plan." The boy pitifully interjected:
"My existence ... except for the only remaining contact with my dear Lorren, it has been wiped out, just like staying in that small and broken temple ..."
Looking at Asriel, who was still chattering, Lucien twitched his throat and turned his eyes back to the dark-haired wizard: "So, this is what you wanted to suggest me ... two-handed swordsmanship?"
"exactly."
Loren nodded and said quietly: "Simply contesting strength, even planning, we can never be the opponent of the 'Black Cross' Serel. Both the strength and the intelligence information are too much stronger than us."
"Our only advantage is the number ... the number is more than a few times his, and the existence of independent thinking-collective effort is our only key to victory."
Loren paused, looking into the gray pupil's eyes: "And this key is still what you told me."
"Even if it's for the same goal, right and left ... and everyone in the group, you can think independently from a completely different angle, instead of stubbornly sticking to a rule and dedicating yourself to the ultimate goal."
"Independence and unity ... is our strength."
Thoughtful Lucien lowered his head, his expression as if desperately understanding the meaning of the sentence.
"Of course, to say so, luck is also important at the critical moment." Loren sighed and looked at the feather debris in his hand:
"If it weren't for the feathers left by the Valkyrie this time, we ... the best result would be to share with Serel ... no."
Halfway through the words, Loren laughed bitterly: "You don't need to lie to yourself ... Without the last trace of power she left, using her own presence to offset the influence of the void on me, we are dead."
"Even if Serel was expelled, it was only temporary. He will find a chance to come back sooner or later; and we ... are absolutely dead!"
"Yeah, I didn't expect it." Asriel's small head with his hands on his back bit harder, agreeing:
"It's hard to imagine that the violent madman of Super 2 can actually do such a careful thing; of course, there is a cloud of mud with the lovely Asrell, but with her intelligence level and emotional intelligence, this is already possible. It ’s strange beyond imagination ... "
Halfway through the words, the smiling teenager stopped suddenly.
Because the bright silver in Loren's hand was already resting on his small shoulder, clinging to the white and delicate throat.
"You know, just before disappearing, Brunhild told me something very important, and I never mentioned it with you." With a smile on his lips, Loren and the teenager looked at each other and said lightly:
"Be sure, beware of Asriel-this is her original words."
The motionless Asriel kept smiling without changing his face, and swallowed softly: "I really don't know why."
"Really?" Loren asked rhetorically.
"Of course! Dear Loren, you should believe me." Asrell's sincere gesture, sincere expression, and big innocent eyes are round and bright: "Not one that left a trace in your heart before trying to die. Second illness. "
"I believe you."
I believe you are a ghost.
Loren nodded, but he hadn't waited for the teenager to relax, and the sharp blade in his hand was a little harder: "But you also have to promise me-wait for this to end, I want you to tell all the truth" I, originally, have no drops left! "
"I promise." Asrell nodded very cooperatively, not forgetting to wink mysteriously.
Lucien frowned slightly, not interested in the "whisper" between the two of them: "Master Loren, what are we going to do next?"
"Next ..." Speaking of which, Uran reading www.uukanshu.com Loren raised his head and looked up at the ceiling. His dark pupil seemed to have passed through a long pit and reached the top of the Silver Helmet Fortress:
"According to the original plan, we will find a way to cooperate with the surrounding troops to win the Silver Helmet Mountain Fortress!"
Looking at the doubtful eyes of the gray pupil, Loren explained: "Although we have expelled Serel, I am afraid that the power core of the Silver Helmet dwarf has been completely controlled by him and has become a puppet-only to defeat them, wave Yi and Baine will not be enemies. "
"Then we will wait for the news of Grand Duke Laszlo Varna, and we will join the Centaur tribe when the time is right."
As the words fell, Lucien nodded, "Will we win after we finish these?"
"Win?" Loren raised his eyebrows, and his bright black eyes quickly dimmed: "No ... no."
The dark-haired wizard in deep thought took a deep breath and sighed again:
"At most we haven't lost yet."