This is not the first time that a black-haired wizard has fought against the apostle of evil spirits-it is almost the "fourth time" to insist.

For the first time, it was Fanesis in Ebden, the two were "missed";

The second time was when he went to the Dragon King City, the apostle Falda of the "Dead" Lymantes, Loren, and the "Sword of Oath" joined hands and used the power of Asriel to kill him.

The third time was Chakal in the Centaur War, an unlucky egg used by the "Black Cross" Serel.

Of course, the first and third of these should be the same-all controlled by the "Black Cross" Serel, and they were both thrown out as cannon fodder and puppets to fight against themselves.

Or ... For the evil god, the existence of the apostle itself is something like a puppet and "cannon fodder".

The end apostle Descartes, it is the fourth, but it is also the one that can most arouse Loren's "recall" ...

"May the void ... be with you!"

With a weird smile, the dark-haired wizard waved the gray-blue swordmantle of "Bright Silver" and rushed towards the roaring blood shadow.

Poof!

Splashes of blood ... but not Loren's.

Mixed with a little red, gray-blue swordmands danced a fan in the air; staring at the wound on the chest, the apostle's face showed obvious consternation, and even stopped in place because he was too surprised.

Did you miss it?

How is this possible? !

But it had no time to consider, the dark-haired wizard had rushed to within five steps, the gray-blue sword in his hand held back, and then slashed forward.

"clang--!"

Jianmang collided with the long sickle, sparkling like a bloom in the cold wind.

The bright silver swordmand is not an entity, but the force of the void that continues to explode ... In the air that tears the eardrums, the dark red blood shadow was knocked out and made a long trace on the snow.

The stunned Earl of Glenwell and the legionnaires were staring at the figure flying out-a few minutes ago, it was still the devil slaughtering the robe.

Now, the Duke Lord "swords", and flew out!

"Hoo ... hu ... ha ... hahahaha ..."

The corpse-like body rose trembling in a pool of blood, and the voice of the Apostle was mixed with uncontrollable excitement.

"Interesting, it's so funny ... you hurt me ... I've been there for almost two hundred years ... I don't know what it's like to be injured for two hundred years."

"The last one who hurt me seemed to be a holy cross running dog called the sword of oath ... Unfortunately, I was afraid that the **** would eat him up again; although it seems that his age is not a few years to live."

"You! Humans!" Irrespective of the wounds still spurting blood on the chest, an ecstatic Apostle raised his head, his scarlet eyes staring at the black wizard with the raised sickle:

"Good job ... a guy like you deserves the respect of the great end apostle Descartes. I give you the qualification to drink my blood and swallow the bones!"

"Cheer, thank you, you will share with me the glory of the great four gods, witness the world rebirth in the ashes, and completely cut off the eternal reincarnation set by the Holy Cross!"

Its excited look seemed to be really happy for the dark-haired wizard.

Loren, standing on his sword, just shrugged.

"So much nonsense."

At the next moment, the Apostle disappeared from his place, and a whistling air ripped at the dark-haired wizard, and a dark red blood shadow appeared on his head.

Jianmang slashed, but only a piece of blood plasma was torn apart; the dark-haired wizard still stood still and raised his head, as if he had not recovered from the stunned air blow.

"behind!"

There was a cry of exclamation from Glenwell, Earl of Stormwind.

"Too late!"

Almost at the moment when the voice fell, the Apostle screamed behind Loren.

The dark-haired wizard who responded reached the right moment with his right hand toward the "dawn" sword inserted in the snow, but before he held it, the blood shadow flew into the air, and there was a wound on his arm.

The plasma splashed and the sickle was raised high.

puff!

It was the sound of the sharp blade running through the flesh and blood, but the Siege of the Ender Apostle stopped in midair, and he didn't wave it down.

The sudden pain caused the Ender Apostle to tremble, and his eyes widened violently-three stone cones pierced from the snow, two pierced the arm, and one pierced his torso from the spine, and broke from the chest .

High-level curse, rock will.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh possible !!!!"

The screams shook the air like substance, and even the surrounding snow trembles; the defending soldiers covered their ears and withdrew. Many people stood still without moving, and their ears, nose and nose bleed, and they were shocked to death .

"boom--!"

The violent tremor with the loud noise of tearing the air, the end apostle broke free, and the three stone cones shattered.

But just the moment he got up, the blown "Dawn" sword fell from the sky and landed firmly in the hands of the dark-haired wizard.

Raise the sword, cut it horizontally, cut it!

The moment the big sword waved, the blood shadow was divided into two.

But it is only divided into two-the "Dawn" sword forged by Mithril does have an effect of damaging the void creature, but the premise is that it really hits the enemy; so in the face of the ability to change or change Forms, such as changing to liquids or gases to avoid attacking enemies, are often easily avoided.

Therefore, slashing is not Loren's purpose, forcing this guy into a "plasma" shaped liquid.

Suddenly aware of what the Ender Apostle, he suddenly recovered part of the head, and looked at the dark-haired wizard who had opened up and pointed at his left hand.

High-order spell, the fire of Turin.

"boom--!!!!"

A fireball mixed with billowing black smoke appeared out of thin air, turning the surrounding snow together with the "carcassed" carrion monster into steam;

The smoky end apostle was like a broken sack, and was flew out of the center of the explosion; after rolling a few meters in the snow, he barely stopped, and his skin became completely charcoal black. Live like a charred corpse.

The flames dissipated, and the black-haired wizard held the "bright silver" in his left hand, and rushed towards the ender apostle again.

The ender of the ender, Descartes finally showed a trace of panic in his eyes.

Is this guy really human? !

Are humans really so strong? !

A kind of horror memory that has not been experienced for a long time and has been completely suppressed without resistance is rapidly emerging from its mind. It is the horror memory that it took hundreds of years to discard.

Actually ... will be awakened by a human being.

"clang--!"

The sickle sprayed with plasma blocked the sharp edge of the "Dawn" sword. This time the Apostle did not rush into the blood shadow evasion, but stared at Loren's every move with those scarlet eyes, full of fangs. The trembling air shrieked in the large mouth of the blood basin.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!!

In the cracked air, the dark-haired wizard immediately chose to slip and dodge; almost at the same time, a thin black line protruded from the scarlet eyes, gradually flowing out of the cheek and then the neck, until it was covered with the whole body, corpse-like The body twitched violently.

"It's an honour, man!"

"You will be fortunate to witness the power of the Great Four Gods and the undead power given by the" Ender "who sanctions the world-from now on, your poor and extreme void response, a poor imitation of the power of God, will never be Can't cause even a little damage to me, the undead Descartes! "

"Wait, I will be ravaged, trampled, and slaughtered wantonly!"

"Wait, I will praise with wailing, pray with fear, and worship with trembling!"

"Wait, you will use your last breath to the great four ..."

boom--!

Before the words were finished, the dark-haired wizard who had rushed in front of the Apostle had already smashed its head with a sword.

The headshot Apostle immediately turned into a blood shadow, screaming and attacking Loren from all directions.

This is what the evil apostle named "Fauda" in memory remembers.

Are the apostles of the evil gods in the north all talking tuberculosis?

Is it because the deserted wilderness has no one to chat with them, so lonely?

Um ... it's possible.

With some kind of malicious full speculation, Loren backhanded up the "Dawn" sword, blocking the sickle wrapped in black light.

"clang--!"

There was a whine from the sword body forged by Mithril, but the swordmand of the black-haired wizard's right hand had arrived as scheduled, and once again struck the head of the apostle.

"The arrogant, do you think that the same move will cause a great injury to the great ender apostle a second time ..."

puff!

The unseen qi waves converged into one point, bursting the head of the ender apostle again, and blood shadows coming from all directions scattered all over the place.

High-level magic spell, the original impact.

This trick was learned by Loren from Edward the Night Watchman—although there was no way to converge the force into a little shot like that guy, Loren could still do it with the size of a short sword.

"Go to death, human--!"

The awakening of the power of the evil gods did not even give the endermen any more confidence, and even became more panicked than before-not only did they not win immediately, but they were still completely suppressed.

How is this possible ... how is it possible? !

Why was it ravaged and trampled ... it was me? !

The wielded sickle completely lost his previous calmness, and was easily parried by the dark-haired wizard. The sword of "Dawn" was held high again, straight into the torso of the ender.

The struggling Ender Apostle fought desperately to resist. Before the sickle of his right hand could reach the figure of Loren, a gray-blue silver awn flashed, and the sickle fell to the ground with his arm.

The incomplete Ender Apostle was hung on the sword of the "Dawn" sword.

"How dare humans dare to humiliate me so much ?!"

During the plasma blast, the Apostle was still howling wildly, his scarlet eyes staring at the expressionless dark-haired wizard, who wanted to resist but couldn't touch Loren's body:

"Are you trying to irritate me, right? Well, you succeeded. My anger is by no means something you can imagine!"

puff!

The gray-blue swordmans waved and ripped the eyes of the apostle.

"Do you think that by killing me like this, you can get rid of the fear of being stared by the Ender Apostle? I tell you, you are wrong, I am the undead Ender Apostle, Descartes! Even the most powerful Oath Knight a hundred years ago, It's just a piece of meat in my mouth, a piece of meat that won't chew! "

The broken body was thrown from the sword of the "Dawn" sword, only half of the broken arm was cut off, Descartes rolled like a piece of rotten meat in the snow, and was hit again in the whistling sword Fly into the air.

Limbs, wings, torso ... The corpse-like Ender Apostle changed from rotten flesh to spattered rotten flesh, and the body turned into sprayed plasma one by one. The speed of recovery could not even catch up with the speed of being cut off.

"Yes, let it go, unleash your wildness, let anger and hatred spread inside you, and remind you of what you are? Beast! You ... humans ... you are a group of beasts, a group of people who only deserve to be the food of Lord Descartes Beast! "

Despite being a dying corpse, Descartes was still clamoring wildly: "Useless! Even if you can kill me, the great Ender will still resurrect his pious servant, and Descartes will still come back to life again. ! "

"By then you will know the price of angering me completely, what is it! You will regret it, I swear, you will regret it!"

"You will beg me to kill you and eat you! But I will never ... I want you to watch as the world turns to ashes, everything you cherish will disappear before your eyes, everything you desire changes before your eyes Become nothingness, you will be crazy, collapse, howl, and sincerely ... "

puff!

The "bright silver" in the left hand of the dark-haired wizard blasted the ender of the ender of the Ender Apostle directly through its chin, and the gray-blue swordmand protruded from the top of the skull.

The corpse-like body twitched like an electric shock before being dropped to the ground by Loren.

Pieces of body parts have long been chopped and shattered, and the rest is a pool of rotten meat that can't be seen in shape; the beach is in the snow, "screaming" breeze.

Less than a second later, the beach flesh and blood again "struggling" and stretched out a head, shouting unwillingly, shrieking.

That fierce look ... Obviously there was only a pool of flesh and blood that could not be seen in shape, but still exuding murderous anger.

"You ... humans ... thought it would kill me ... Cartes ...?"

The dark-haired wizard stood expressionless in front of him, his dark pupil looking down at the scarlet ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ as if he was breathing fire.

"No, I don't think this will kill you."

The grinning Descartes' mouth immediately had a hint of rapture, but the next second became fear.

Around it, a huge magic circle gradually emerged from the snow, and the power of the expanding void completely wrapped it.

"To deal with your existence, which is purely dependent on the power of the void, the simple" kill "is meaningless, you can still be resurrected." Loren coldly said, let go of Liang Yin's left hand and raised:

"So, you have to change the way-for example, completely suppress your power of the void."

"From the very beginning, obliterate your 'presence' in this world."

Snapped!

Gently snap a finger.

High-order spell, a solitary dream.