Chapter 158
After being blown away by the sudden explosion, Metzka did not immediately rush towards Loren, but chose to stay in place, wandering around the black hair wizard, Waiting for the moment of his distraction.
This is also Loren's fighting habit, because he is very tired of "sudden situations", so he would rather choose to observe first before he is not sure, and patiently wait for the enemy's weak spot, waiting for the moment to come.
The black hair wizard slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and the right hand holding the "Dragon Teeth" suddenly slipped, and the gun barrel fell down along the palm of his hand—in this brief moment, it was stretched infinitely. Mezca disappeared from the place, and the ominous beast's afterimage has been posted in front of my eyes!
Sure enough--!
Amid the deafening beast howls, "Dragon Tooth" was suddenly provoked, and the tip of the silver spear evoked a month and a half without warning!
Wild beast’s claws almost touched his face, and the grim-faced Loren used his best imposing manner to pierce the "dragon teeth" up ahead!
Only relying on the silver spear tip, the "dragon tooth" is not enough to pierce this ominous beast, but at least it can tear its fur-the splash of pus sprayed Loren half With a cheek, the wailing Mezca chose to retreat without the slightest hesitation, putting on a posture of waiting for the opportunity.
But this is fake——!
The horrible howl sounded as soon as the ominous beast landed, and Loren’s face showed a “comprehensible” smile. The right hand reversed the barrel of the gun to hide the “Dragon Tooth” behind him and turned up. Ahead throws a blow "Torino Fire"!
The flame burst, but this time Metzka did not choose to avoid it, but rushed through the flame splash range just before the explosion, and directly rushed towards Loren who was hiding behind the flame!
I actually learned to be smart...
The black hair wizard held the barrel of the gun with both hands, and the blue "dragon teeth" opened a fire on the ground.
Side sideways, backhand, raise upwards!
"Clang——!"
The sound of collision that shouldn't have appeared stuck in midair, and the tip of Loren's spear that pierced Metzka's throat blocked the paw that was swung down. .
The blocked Metzka did not give up, but roared and waved another paw-Loren, who held the gun with both hands, now had no defense.
But the premise is that "Dragon Tooth" is not a magic wand... His lips trembled slightly, and there was a smirk on Loren's face.
Everything is only in an instant...the moment the sharp claw fell, golden red's tongue of fire had swept the surroundings, the boiling flames became more and more dazzling, and the gravel and dust underneath were completely vaporized by the sweeping heat wave in an instant.
At that moment, Metzka noticed Loren's crazy eyes-either back or perish together!
"Boom——!!!"
The splashing flame engulfed two silhouettes at the same time, and the heat wave spreading around the explosion swept all around, and the dry and cracked ground instantly turned into an instant. Make scorched earth!
The flames ran out, and Loren, who was standing in the floating smoke, smiled contemptuously, provoked the "dragon tooth" in his hand, and pointed the tip of the silver gun straight up ahead.
The embarrassed Metzka was entrenched opposite the black hair wizard. In the end, this Evil God chose to escape instead of carrying it down.
Just as I guessed... This monster doesn't know how to fight, it just imitates itself-habits, experience, coping methods, nothing more.
That kind of illusion is like fighting another self; the difference is that regardless of speed, strength, or even size, Mezca far surpasses himself, even using "transcendence perception "I am far from its opponent.
This is an absolutely asymmetrical battle. I only rely on knowing myself enough to gain a little bit of opportunity. Once Metzka reacts, the situation will be reversed again. .
Continuous approach and continuous attack are the key to victory!
What Luca said flashed in his mind, the black hair wizard gently wiped the blood from his cheeks, stepped forward subconsciously, and the right hand gripping the barrel of the gun slowly applied force.
This time I’m attacking, beast...Since you like to imitate so much, let you see how the war dancers fight!
Loren, with a gun, stomped on the ground with his right foot, and the silhouette swept in the smoke and dust has rushed out--the murderer who didn't seem to realize that Loren would take the initiative to attack roared toward this act recklessly "foreigner" !
in an instant, the two silhouettes of one big and one small are intertwined-Loren waving lance surrounds Metzker like a bird, dodges the deadly in an instant The attack, no longer confronted directly, but the tip of the gun that bloomed with blue light was always aimed at the huge body.
Constantly looking for the angle of attack, constantly approaching the distance between the two sides, looking for the most suitable opportunity, and then a critical strike!
The violent ominous beast kept roaring, and the sharp claws slashed past the tiny silhouette again and again. The leather armor on Loren's body was almost torn to pieces, and the scars on the two shoulders were already visible. bone!
No, I can’t stop yet, it’s not the time yet!
The tearing sensation of the muscles constantly stimulates the nerves from the wound, and Loren is still constantly approaching Metzka, with no intention of retreating at all.
The two silhouettes staggered again, Metzka suddenly opened his bloody mouth wide open like a sacrificial bowl. Loren staying in midair had no time to dodge at all, and the distance between the two sides also made him impossible. Road can escape!
Loren laughed.
The moment the jaws full of fangs and bloody smell opened, the "dragon teeth" in the hand were already held back in the hands, and Death Aura was vomiting with the blue tip of the spear.
"aaahhhh——!!!"
In the roar of exhaustion, Loren stepped on Metzka's body and pierced the "Dragon Tooth" into its mouth!
The screams of Evil God lose one's head out of fear whose throat was torn apart by a sharp blade, thick pus spurted from the throat, the fragile jaw tendons had been torn apart, and the entire jaw was no longer affected. It fell under the control, and was caught under the head by the last bit of rotten meat!
I will be killed, I will be killed by this stranger-for the first time the ferocious Mezka has this idea in his consciousness, and there is even a trace of anger in the original anger. Fear.
This should not have been the emotion it would have, but now it has appeared irresistibly!
Just a little bit!
The stared wide-eyed Loren is exhausted, and he can even clearly feel every part of his body trembling. The violent consumption of energy is like a steel nail inserted into the top of the head. It is already painful It's better to die.
Just a little bit, I can make this Evil God ascend into the sky by myself!
The exhausted body was grabbed by the screaming ominous beast, and Loren, who refused to let go, was thrown off and fell to the ground like a falling rag bag, barely struggling to get up. .
Obviously, the opportunity to kill the "strangers" is in sight, but Metzka chose to retreat and wait and see, staring at the one who is struggling, relying on the gun to support his body, and crawling from the ground with difficulty. Silhouette of getting up.
"Mezca...I guess you must be very proud when you slaughtered those elves?"
Struggling to gain a firm foothold, the voice of Loren with his head down I also became hoarse: "No one can stop you, no one can resist you, the enemy in front of you can only be killed by one by one, this feeling...it must be very pleasant."
"Tell me, were you very happy when those elves screamed in your ears?
Those beasts in you tore each and every living life into pieces, and they When the intestines, limbs, head, and organs are all torn apart and swallowed in blood and blood, does that make you enjoy very much?
Massage, destruction, ravages, torture...When those weak and small Yes, strong, unyielding, unyielding creatures who resist you, one by one wailing and dying, you must be very happy?
Do you like the pleasure of fighting? Palm?
You are synonymous with the horror of the ancient wood forest, the most feared existence of all elves deep in one's heart; you are a natural disaster, the devil Evil God that shouldn’t exist in the world... once !"
Standing up straight again, Loren, with an indifferent expression, once again pointed the tip of the gun at Metzka:
"As for now, you are just a struggling on whilst at death's door A falling water dog living in the world, a reptile that can only hide in a cave, and a stupid wild beast.
So let me hear it clearly, right now, right here, right now, just in front of both of us. In between, you are responsible for Final Struggle.
And I am responsible for killing you."