Under the burning black sun, the angry howl of fascism echoed for a long time.
The dark spear has stabbed the dark haired wizard in the middle of the eyebrow. The sharp pain of his arms seems to be about to break. The silent dream continues to consume little remaining energy. The fierce tearing and pain seem to tear him in half at any time!
But Lauren doesn''t care. It doesn''t matter if he faints now... Because he won the bet.
Although he has become an apostle of evil gods, in essence, fascism is still a human being, not a puppet completely swallowed up by the "black cross" serliol - based on this premise, the silent dream is also effective for him, and it is not strong enough to ignore the nine pointed star Holy Grail!
He has only two choices - either escape as soon as possible before the dream world is fully formed; Or kill yourself, and then be trapped in the altar of Byrne Cathedral, waiting for a turn for the better after decades or even hundreds of years.
Obviously, fascism chose the latter.
"This is not the end, Loren Turin. It''s not the end of our confrontation."
The face of the sinister fascist was ferocious, but his tone was calm to the extreme.
The black haired wizard kneeling on one knee widened his eyes, stared at the black long gun in the center of his eyebrows, gradually turned into smoke and dust from the tip of the gun, and finally disappeared in brenhild''s hands.
The expressionless female martial god is like a puppet with a broken line. In a twinkling, she has collapsed to the ground; The black on the wings and armor faded slowly, and the white skin was also slightly ruddy; The scattered black fog faded away in the air like evaporated water vapor.
At that moment, Lauren, who still dared not relax, still knelt on one knee, tightened his nerves, put the Dragon teeth in front of him, raised his eyes and looked at the opposite fascist.
"Brenhild... She is only one part of my plan, not even the most critical part; even if you stop me, it is just to let the truth continue to be concealed and let this vain Empire and ordinary people continue to live in deception and lies."
"Until... The moment of judgment!"
Fascist''s tone was deep. Under his long gray hair and thin face, there were crazy and burning eyes:
"I see flames coming down from the sky, lava pouring out of the endless abyss from the earth, and those who commit sin and false faith will scream and struggle in the sea of fire!
I see that the false peace will be completely subverted, and plague and famine will return to the world!
Power brings salvation, order and heaven. Power will save the world!
I will save the world and bring the faith that really belongs to the Holy Cross to this damn world!
I will be the true Savior! "
At the next moment, the ferocious body of fascist began to disintegrate - his face, eyes and head were dissipating bit by bit like a broken sculpture.
Then the trunk, limbs... With the gradually disappearing black fog, the body of fascist turned into burnt ashes, floating in the air, flashing residual fires.
Flying all over the sky, leaving only dust.
Under the burning black sun, there were only half kneeling black haired wizards and fallen female martial gods, as well as oath knights who did not know life and death and collapsed in a pool of blood.
Although the trunk and throat are penetrated, you can still see that the chest of the oath knight is slowly undulating, and the only left hand still holds the "bright star", without any sign of loosening.
Even the avalanches in the glacier wasteland and the collapsed ruins of niederhogg failed to kill him. The black haired wizard did not think that a mere "flesh wound" could kill the oath knight.
I''m afraid only when the holy cross comes in person can it kill the tenacious Knight of oath?
Slowly raised his head, the dark haired wizard looked at the dream world gradually taking shape around him, and his expression was a little confused.
Is that over?
Francis was still alive intact, and he didn''t even really hurt half of his hair; He chose to retreat temporarily just because he was afraid of the power of the nine pointed star grail.
No, not retreat... From the beginning, he didn''t expect the release of brenhild to cause much damage to the red blood castle and even Bain. What he wanted to do was to destroy the faith foundation of the Holy Cross in Bain.
He has succeeded, in a sense.
No matter how the Empire and the Turin family hide it, it is an indisputable fact that the heretic church has captured Bain cathedral. The reputation of the Holy Cross Church will be hit hard as never before - this is not the prayer room in some rural areas, but the belief foundation of the whole principality of Bain!
It is conceivable that the once successful fascist will not stop his plan; Eboden, lottel, Elman, Boye, Arle, sakran... How long can the church and the heavenly palace last when the traditional forces and heretical groups of the principalities rise one by one and evil gods rage?
Not to mention the duanjie mountain in the North... The black haired wizard looked at the burning black sun above his head without any relaxation.
The cold touch came from behind. Loren was suddenly surprised, as if he had noticed something.
Suddenly turned around and the black haired wizard widened his eyes.
Brenhild looked up slowly, his white wings spread left and right, hovered in mid air and looked down at himself.
"So... You lifted my seal?"
In the quiet air, a cold word suddenly sounded.
The black haired wizard was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he was talking to the female martial god in front of him; In the beautiful face, the cold, frosty eyes stared at themselves.
"Er... It''s complicated, actually..."
"What''s your name?" the goddess interrupted him. "All human beings have names and titles."
"Loren!" feeling the chill on the other side, the nervous black haired wizard dared not neglect: "Loren Turin!"
The voice was about to fall, and brenhild''s expression was obviously stagnant for a moment.
"Loren Turin..." in an instant, her eyes at the dark haired wizard became extremely complex:
"Are you... The offspring of Roland?"
"If you''re talking about Roland Turin, yes."
The dark haired wizard tried his best to calm his tone and felt a little relieved... Although he didn''t know why, he seemed to be safe.
"Descendants of Roland Turin... Didn''t Roland tell him not to open my seal again, not to make such meaningless attempts, and not to try again to fight against forces you can''t resist?"
Brenhild''s voice was cold, but also elegant. Every word she said seemed to recite a short poem: "all your resistance is in vain."
The black haired wizard just shook his head: "Roland Turin died on the duanjie mountain. I''ve never heard of him..."
"What?!"
Brenhild looked at him in disbelief: "Roland, he... He..."
"He died in duanjie mountain and died in the last counterattack of the tenth generation''s demon invasion; the Dragon Queen won the war, and now it is the twelfth generation," the black haired wizard warned carefully.
"The twelfth generation..." brenhild whispered: "I see, Charlotte de sallion... That woman... Roland... Even you can''t completely destroy the shackles of fate... Even you..."
Looking at the shocked female martial god, Loren, who nodded slightly, narrowed his eyes - the other party''s reaction, just the amount of information that had been revealed, was frightening.
There was a moment of silence, and the stunned brenhild looked calm.
Good... Maybe because of Roland, she doesn''t seem hostile to me?
The black haired wizard''s eyes are uncertain. Although he doesn''t know what his "cheap ancestor" had to do with brenhild, if he can take advantage of this, maybe
"Er... Excuse me, what is your relationship with Roland..."
"Friend." brenhild''s expression became very sad. Just the change of his eyes seemed to exaggerate to a dramatic degree. Even Lauren seemed to "feel it".
"Even if the sky falls and the earth falls, the sea withers and the rocks crumble, there will be no second existence that can resemble him."
So exaggerated?
When the stunned Loren didn''t know how to answer... Suddenly he was cold.
The next second, the endless killing intention came to him like a tide from the female martial god!