Shaman from Afar

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Blood spewing!

Under the "bright silver" gray-blue blade, the girl was cut in two.

She smiled and fell peacefully in the pool of blood. The bone scythe in her hand also disintegrated little by little in the air, quietly turning into dust.

The chopped body twitched continuously, and the continually spurting plasma flooded the bottom of the dark-haired wizard's boots.

Loren, still holding a sword-swinging posture, remained motionless, panting heavily. Tolerating the wound in the waist, staring at Ariel's already disappointed face.

It's too easy ... even not normal.

An Evil God who has recovered almost all his strength cannot be defeated in such a simple way!

But the facts are in front of her. No matter what standard is used to describe her, she is dead, and she was killed by herself without warning.

Is it really?

The pool of blood under the feet gradually diffused around. I don't know when, the deep dark red has covered most of the promenade.

The brazier in the hall was lit again!

The long-anticipated Loren looked at the girl's body immediately. The severed bones were melting, and in a blink of an eye he was engulfed by the surrounding plasma.

Is this ...

"Dear Loren, you don't understand the content of people's" legends "as much as you think."

Ariel ’s soft voice wafted through the corridor hall:

"The sacrifice is over ... and the real blood ritual is just beginning--!"

In the shocked eyes of the dark-haired wizard, a figure suddenly climbed up in the pool of blood overflowing the corridor, struggling to get up, holding the corroded long sword in his right hand.

Around him, in every corner of the promenade, new figures kept climbing out of the blood plasma, holding a corroded iron sword, and approached him step by step.

The face that was so twisted but inexplicably familiar, these guys ...

All are crazy ones.

The surprised dark-haired wizard twitched slightly in the corner of his mouth and inadvertently raised it.

The familiar black humor ... is indeed another "Astrael", exactly the same as the bad taste of a certain guy.

Waving the corroded iron sword, like the "self" of the living dead is approaching step by step. The lonely dark-haired wizard was surrounded by groups.

He knows when these enemies will come up, because "they" are all themselves, and will fight in the most stable and wild way.

So these crude "living dead" ...

It can never be your opponent.

Loren frowned slightly—If Asriel could understand, Ariel had no reason not to guess this, and it was impossible to defeat himself with just a few flesh puppets.

This is just the means she used to delay time, the real "blood ritual" is still behind.

The blood under the feet was still tumbling, and the first "living dead" who climbed up slowly raised his head. His hands held the iron sword in the most standard posture and approached cautiously.

Loren coldly inserted "Bright Silver" back into the scabbard, and stared barely at "self", his eyes full of provocation.

come!

The living dead did not disappoint him-at the moment of confirming that the enemy was "no weapon", the corroded iron sword thrust towards Loren's chest!

The dark-haired wizard's eyes flickered, and his right hand suddenly rose as he ducked sideways.

The wrist of the sword was instantly supported, and the cold iron sword was changed direction at the moment of falling, stabbing into the abdomen of the "living dead"!

The surrounding living and dead people also noticed the enemy, and immediately rushed to the figure almost frantically, and launched an attack without reservation.

Stomping the enemy's body with one foot, Loren pulled out the iron sword and immediately turned to parry!

"clang--!!!!"

The corroded sword body shattered, but it also won the gap. The broken sword in the right hand, together with the hilt, poked into the opponent's throat!

He kicked at the enemy's body and knocked away the enemy behind him. The dark-haired wizard slipped away from the sneak attack behind him and took the sword!

Cut the throat with a sword!

Clenching the long sword, Loren looked around, like Lin's iron sword around him like an iron ring.

There is no room for dodge ...

No matter how fragile and vulnerable, but with the advantage of quantity, these "selfs" can still push him into a dead end, leaving him no chance to toss and go.

The living dead are surrounded by cold, they will never move until the black-haired wizard starts, and they don't even have any meaning to rush to fight.

They exist only to delay Ariel's time.

Loren's eyes narrowed into a slit, lowered his body, and his sword lay across his eyes.

The left hand with the "caster" flicked lightly, and the corroded sword body trembled with a slight noise.

How is it possible ... to make you happy? !

Realizing that the living dead of the black-haired wizard's offensive was approaching, Loren steadily stepped back and stepped forward with the splashing blood.

Long sword round dance-!

Suddenly, the mournful iron sword suddenly set off an invisible wave, and only the sound of cracked metal could be heard where it touched.

Step, turn around, wield a sword, hack!

"come--!!!!"

In the roar, the dark-haired wizard was drowned in blood and broken corpses.

"Come again-!!!!!!"

The heartbroken roar is fierce like a beast without reason, just like him, the iron sword in his hand is like a violent wind, and only bright and deep red can be seen through the place.

The "Lorens" around them still went forward and rushed up. The squirting plasma, flying limbs, and cracked broken swords could not make them feel the slightest fear. They raised the iron sword in their hands stiffly like puppets. Dancing sword's afterimage attack.

Then ... torn to pieces.

"boom--!!!!"

The hurricane suddenly stopped, the plasma flying in the air descended like a waterfall, and the black-haired wizard who was covered in blood was like wearing a bright red cloak, and his body kept the last action of waving the sword.

The iron sword in his hand was already broken and overwhelmed.

But the battle is far from over.

The broken body soaked in plasma gradually melted like the bones of the girl, and the plasma under the feet seemed to have life, and gradually gathered in one direction.

There are even limbs, organs, bones, spine that have not been completely melted ... as if they were called by a certain voice, and were drowned in the pooled plasma together.

Fear, nausea, confusion, weirdness ... The emotions he had felt in front of Metzka made him realize it once again.

At this moment, Loren felt exactly that he was facing a terrible devil, a real evil god!

The condensed plasma gradually turned into a humanoid form ... The young girl wrapped in blood, or ... Asriel, holding her bone sickle, once again stood in front of the dark-haired wizard.

Throwing away the broken sword, Loren pulled out the "bright silver" again, staring cautiously at the dark eyes.

Mezka ’s lesson tells him that there must be no slack in the face of the evil spirit, otherwise the end will be miserable.

There is no doubt that the smart "Asterel" must be more dangerous than Mezka.

"So desperate, desperate to struggle ... really tenacious."

Ariel stared at him quietly, her expression complex and deep.

"Why do you struggle so hard and continue to suffer?"

"Because this is the first day I opened my eyes from the whole world, I have been doing my best to do things." Taking a difficult step forward, Loren Turin grinned with his teeth:

"Alive."

"Just for this?"

"Just for this!"

"I don't like this world. To be honest, I really hate it here, because it is so out of place, that every step must be cautious, so that every day must be alive and trembling!"

"Why do you insist on that?"

"Because ... I can only have choices if I persevere-it doesn't matter if it's hard, painful, or struggling ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ The important thing is that this is my own choice ! "

Looking at the girl in front of him like a dead angel, Loren's expression was indifferent, and there was a little contempt:

"You will not understand this, you will not understand this ...

You are too strong. "

Ariel stared at him without any refutation.

"You are right, Ariel does not understand." The girl shook her head: "But one person may understand this, another ...

People who also love Loren. "

Loren raised his eyebrows, and suddenly a bad hunch rose in his heart.

The calm Ariel flashed slightly, and a small, familiar figure appeared behind her.

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