Wizard From Afar

Don't know when, Loren felt like he was about to lose control.

Broken castle ruins, hordes of "self" like a tide of corpses came from all directions, but not like a brainless ghoul, but very sensible, as if in The hyenas hunting in the wilderness are in groups of four or five. The broken Knight swords are like the fangs of these hyenas. They will only rush to bite when they are sure.

"Very well, the sixth one."

Loren's voice is extremely calm. If it weren't for the dead body who fell under his feet and was crushed by his foot, it might be able to make this scene. It seems more convincing.

Lightly avoiding a sword that pierced the back of his head, Loren half-kneeled on the ground holding the hilt in both hands, and slashed the "self" behind him from the shoulder to the waist. In two halves.

"The seventh."

Forcibly, he carried another sword that was pierced into his own back, turned around and grabbed the opponent's hair, forcibly removing his head from that body Up and down!

"The eighth."

With Loren mutter incantations covered in blood, his dark pupils have begun to blur. Whenever he kills a "self", that Flowing into the body, the power of the void allowed him to immediately eliminate all fatigue.

The blood on his body includes those of the living corpses, as well as his own. But Loren already doesn't feel the pain at all. Whenever the long sword in his hand pierces a body and cuts off a head, the swelling bloodline and the stimulation of the void flowing into the body will refresh him!

"Come on! Come again--!"

Loren's scarlet eyes widened with his heart-piercing roar, even if he wasn't tired, he was still gulping. Gasping for breath, the depression of the past seems to be completely let go at this brief moment.

I just came to this world, the first night of helplessness and fear...

On the wandering road following Old Knight, cautiously pleased and served...

Being killed in Leonardo, unspeakable regret and self-blame...

And from the beginning to the present, step by step in two or three years, carefully planning, trembling with fear alive...

Loren has never noticed that he has been suppressed for so long, so hard to live. He has never noticed how much he desires to be completely indulged in his subconscious!

The steel sword was waving, tearing, and rudely tearing one "self" into pieces, even if it was not necessary at all. Unleashing the animality in the body to his heart's content, like a crazy rare beast, desperately to bite the prey that has become a corpse, not caring about the body that has been drenched with blood.

The ruined castle is like a locked cage at the moment, and Loren locked inside is a wild beast in the cage, howling and waving his paws.

The steps underneath him slowly moved forward, and the pleasure of killing in his mind became clearer and clearer-no matter what language is used to describe it, Loren at this moment is impossible to be a reasonable person.

Step by step’s blood imprint, Loren still holds the sharp blade in his hand, that thing seems to have become his only support, step by step moved towards the gate of the Academy’s main fort, Kicked on the knocker.

"Bang——!!!"

The seemingly sturdy door panel fell to the ground in response, rolling up smoke and dust. Loren, dragging his sword, stepped on the door and walked into the dark hall.

The "self" behind him did not catch up, but still wandering outside like a wandering corpse.

The design is really ironic, Loren cocked the corner of his mouth.

"It's...it's a pity, I thought you would enjoy it more, my friend."

It's the familiar voice again. Loren was pretty sure that there should be no one in front of him just now. But now, the young man with white golden hair and a little tuxedo is elegantly leaning against a sculpture in the hall, holding a yellowed book in his hand.

"Why am I not surprised at all?" Loren snorted lightly, slightly self-deprecating, his eyes moved to his right hand wrist, but the original imprint on it disappeared.

"Oh, please don't care about that—as I said, that mark is the tool I use to find you." The boy, or Asriel, has a warm smile on his face, clear The deep eyes are like a deep spring: "As I said, we meet again."

"But really, as your friend, I am somewhat regrettable-this scene was carefully prepared by me. Yes, but didn't expect you to get bored so soon." The boy pouted, his appearance a little aggrieved: "Is it because it is too monotonous? Ah...you really... should I say that I am dissatisfied with desire ?"

"You"? Loren squinted, vaguely as if he had caught a key word.

"Please don’t doubt, I am of course not a human being-and please don’t think of the lovely Asriel as a devil or something, that would be too much." Asriel said "very sincerely": "And, we are Friends, aren’t they? Friends shouldn’t slander each other."

"So...as friends." Loren sneered and looked towards him: "Should you explain to me first, what is this? What's the matter?"

"Just a little bit of kindness as a friend." Asriel's expression was sincere, and his little head tilted: "Although your special physique can make you not afraid of the void Threat, but my friend, you still underestimate this world. Your consciousness and reason are far from enough to fight against the malice of the void."

"Maybe you feel that you have become a living corpse. Killing each other is ironic enough. But believe me, the void can do much more than that. The desire that can seduce you crazy is definitely not just killing. After all, you humans are always complex creatures that want to make you impossible. It’s too easy to extricate yourself."

"So, at the right time, I did a little trick to let you vent as much as possible without losing your mind completely." The boy was filled with emotions. Kind smile: "I hope this can make you feel my sincerity."

"What if I really lose my mind?"

"That's impossible-- As a friend, the most important thing is to trust each other. And I absolutely believe you, it is impossible to be completely swallowed up by my own desire!"

Of course, Loren does not believe this nonsense.

"As for why I am here...you must remember that I once helped you to complete your revenge, my friend." Asriel smiled lightly: "And friends should help each other Yes, mutual support-and now, my dear friend, I need your help."

"What do you want?" Loren blunt asked, he was very tired of playing with this guy Feng, and the arrogant gesture hidden behind the smile.

"Why are you always so anxious?" The young man wrinkled his small nose, and pressed the index finger of his right hand on his temple in confusion: "We can talk more."

"Sorry, but I can't wait to let you disappear now."

"Well, it looks like I am hated." Asriel sighed, took out a handful of the yellowed book in his hand Brass key: "However, it is really not a suitable place for conversation. Although I really want to ask you something, let you wake up from this dream first."

Asriel holding the key, cautiously jumped off the sculpture and walked to the depths of the hall. Loren slowly grasped the hilt of the sword in his hand—in that dark place, there seemed to be a huge cage.

"Hey~" The young man fiddled with the iron door of the cage, seeming to wake up a certain monster curled up inside, roaring in a low voice, and slowly crawling towards the direction of the exit.

"...I wish you a happy playing, my respected Loren Torino." Asriel turned around, moved towards, bowed and bowed, smiling politely, putting his hands behind him : "Then, goodbye~"

"pu ——!"

In an instant, the silhouette that came out of the cage, a sword cut off the young man’s head, The body without his head fell into a pool of blood like a broken puppet, and his limbs twitched intermittently.

White golden's hair was blood dyed red, and the still smiling head rolled to Loren's feet, making him look up involuntarily, the person who came out of the cage...

That's the self who is completely crazy.