bookbashuk Chapter 639 Undeserved Mercy
Chapter 639 Undeserved Mercy
After Ifreni chopped down all the Nightmare Guards around Victor, she directly chopped off Victor's head.
While Victor was blocking the old woman's sword, which was wrapped with the fire of death, he spoke to influence Efreni's mind.
"We are the Eldar, the eldest sons of the ancient saints! But look at you, you are actually staying with a group of underdeveloped monkeys, and you are so obedient in obeying their orders. If Commorragh had such an obedient servant as you, Mrs. Malus' place must be yours."
"Shut up! You madman who is ruining the future of the Eldar!"
"Ruining the future of the Eldar race? Oh haha... Dear little girl, did you make a mistake? It is you who will ruin the future of the Eldar race. You have abandoned the fine traditions of the empire and instead turned your marginal culture into Considered orthodox? That makes me so sad."
"I don't think indulgence and slavery are good traditions!"
"Yes... because you are not the nobles who rule the empire. You Ark people are just a group of businessmen trying to make a living in the Spirit Empire, as well as those weak cowards." Victor named the Ark Spirit clan in one sentence The embarrassment in his eyes was filled with the excitement of revealing the truth, and the sharp claws of his hands pinched Efreni's sword.
"If you are willing to join these prophets in a multi-person service, I will gladly spare your life..."
Before Victor could finish his words, his arm was cut off by Thousand Faces, but judging from the performance of his shadow body, this was not even considered an injury to him.
Feeling his body being torn apart by raging psychic lightning, Victor cast a cruel look at the daring prophets, polluting their souls with the most horrific torture fantasies.
The prophets endured the pain and fear, and together they broke out of the psychic cage that restricted Victor's body. The sound of the old woman's swords colliding with each other injected a powerful force of death into their hearts, and these prophets whose hearts almost exploded were left with one breath to survive.
The Thousand Faces shielded Ifreni's figure, allowing her to use the flames of death to destroy the madman's shadow body. Victor first tore apart the cage that restricted his body, and then opened his body in a dangerously large font. Qianmen was stunned for a moment, then stabbed the sharp blade at Victor's head. As a result, a human-shaped shadow suddenly burst out from Victor's body and hit Qianmen's body, turning into a nightmare warrior.
After being stabbed in the chest, Thousand Faces killed Nightmare with a backhand. He tried to continue attacking Victor, but found that the master of conspiracy hooked two fingers at his wound.
Psychic energy mixed with blood was being continuously extracted by Victor. Fortunately, Ifreni's attack interrupted Victor's curse, leaving Qianmeng a chance to breathe.
The two Chosen Ones who endured the power of the gods fought and fought. The power of Death and the Power of Black Muse were like black balls and white balls stuck together.
The sharp claws are pressed against the sword. At this time, it is no longer a competition of so-called fighting skills, but a competition of whose psychic power is more powerful and profound.
"I won't lose! Black Muse is just a little god worshiped by you all! The God of Death is one of the gods of the Pantheon! Victor! You still have the last chance to atone for your sins! I will imprison you in your body Release your fellow Eldar! I can give you a decent death!"
"Haha..." Victor smiled, squeezing the spiritual energy in his body as much as possible. His body made of shadows was no longer as solid and dark as before, and was as erratic as a column of smoke curled in the air.
This stalemate was broken by Victor's words. He looked at Ifreni with great emotion, "You feel it in the power of death, right? The real talent that our Eldar race possesses."
"I know the sense of mutuality that is limited by Slaanesh. Under the belief in Death, all of us can hear the voices of others, and all the differences we have disappear without a trace, leaving only the collective. The beauty of giving.”
"Yeah...that's it...I thought I could save the Eldar race, but I didn't expect you to be the savior. It's such a pity. I've been working hard for this goal for tens of thousands of years, but in the end I'm not as good as you who just left the ark. Little girl.”
Victor took a few sharp breaths, and he withdrew the power of Black Muse. Ifreni did not expect this, and the power of death directly destroyed Victor's body, almost killing him directly.
Because of doubts, Ifreni softened her hand.
"really?"
"Ha... I don't have to lie to you." Victor said to Ifreni with emotion. He could only lie on the ground, waiting for death to come. Ifreni could see the relief on his face. and the clarity of liberation.
"Why?" Ifreni asked, the flame of the long blade in her hand not removed. She just wanted to ask some questions, rather than choose to let Victor live.
This question has many meanings, not only asking about Victor's purpose, but also asking why he is so crazy, which is beyond comprehension.
"You and your compatriots have been blessed by the God of Death, but what about us? We are waiting to die in Comoros. No pain can replace our souls. She is so hungry and greedy. As long as she catches a dark spirit The clan will eat everything... Lacasse is such a great blood pity man. On the verge of the extinction of our clan, he developed the pain replacement method. Unfortunately, this method is not of much use... Only Only by creating a new god can her power not seep out so easily. You did it one step faster than me, congratulations."
"If you had joined Ark earlier, this would not have been the ending. Your life in Comoros would have only made you fall deeper into the abyss..."
"Then do you have so many soul stones? As far as I know, the population of Commorragh is several times greater than that of your Arks combined."
Victor's rhetorical question silenced Ifreni. Soul stones were not abundant in the Ark. If there were not elites who went to the dangerous world of the old woman to search for soul stones, their Ark would not have been able to survive the threat of Slaanesh for so long.
Victor muttered to himself as he grew weaker, his body about to dissipate.
"I have news from the Laughing God... you need to hear... Mallus... Mallus..."
Ifreni frowned and took a few steps closer. She first used the power of death to explore Victor's vitality, and determined that Victor's spiritual power was as weak as a candlelight lacking oxygen, and his life was nothing more than a candle that could be easily erased. When the dirt was gone, Ifreni sighed, not knowing what kind of emotions she was carrying in her heart.
confuse? Feelings? sorrow? And mercy?
Mercy...wait...mercy?
Efreni suddenly realized this problem, and when she reacted, she only found that she had helped Victor, who was lying on the ground, onto her kneeling lap.