Chapter 214 (2/2)

He smiled apologetically and redirected his focus onto Wor.

“Aiya, your situation looks quite bad.” With His eyesight, He could naturally tell Wor’s situation. He couldn’t help but crease His eyebrows and advise, “Just admit defeat. If the fight continues, you will lose your life!”

Wor replied with a calm smile; one given when one was ready to accept death.

Ymirjar’s eyebrows were tightly knit and he couldn’t help but ask, “Why? There must be a reason!”

“Reason?” Wor finally answered. “Why do I need a reason?”

“You are going to die!” Ymirjar said. “Humans can live without a reason, but they can’t die without one!”

“Betrayal needs a reason, persistence doesn’t.” Wor smiled a very calm smile.

“Loyalty shouldn’t come before ideal or faith!” Ymirjar creased His eyebrows and said. “You are not the God of Knight, your clergy is knowledge, the developing and expanding of knowledge, the spreading of civilization… Loyalty shouldn’t be more important than your ideal!”

“Everyone thinks differently. I don’t force you to understand me,” Wor replied. “To you that have lived for 3,000 years, and have watched the rise and fall of the dynasties, loyalty was something that was meaningless. Maybe even to the great Master of Mystery, you might only be following Him as a student, but not as a feudal official. But to me, Void Mask Majesty is my King. As His feudal official, I am grateful for His guide and support. If wasn’t for His assistance, I might still be hiding in the library, sheltered by Book Collection Majesty, hiding away from chasing troops while getting older each day in silence until time obliterated all my courage and strength, and I became a member of the cemetery.

“Void Mask Majesty guided me to move forward, helped me find my purpose in life and realize it. He lifted me to a higher level and saved me from an escapee’s life. A fearful and vengeful life full of hatred. He helped me become a great figure that praises were sung of. Finally, I even surpassed the limit of a survivor and stepped foot into immortality.”

He was silent and then continued. “The most touching was that He treated me as equal, and kindly! Such an attitude was even more precious than all the benefits that he may have bestowed upon me. Compared to it, being promoted to God actually didn’t mean much.

“Life of that caliber was simply nothing worth mentioning!”

He had hardly ever spoken so much in one go. After He finished His speech, he smiled.

“Alright, Master Ymirjar le-Peyroux, I’m done with my bullsh*t. Let us end the battle.”

Then, he took one step forward with his left foot and turned aside. He held the blade vertically before his chest, pointed at Ymirjar le-Peyroux’s chest.

“I will slash this with all my effort; I hope you wouldn’t be hurt by this.”

The God of Spellcasters kept quiet and sighed a heavy breath.

He took out a very common looking wooden staff and slowly raised it.

A golden ray suddenly concentrated on the top of the wooden staff. It then turned into a fireball and whirled.

“This is the magic that I was best at when I was making a living wandering from one place to another,” he said. “People like you shouldn’t die by exhaustion of divine power. Let me send you on your way with the magic I’m most proud of!”

Watching both parties going for the final round, Morani’s face grew grave, and even his body and knees were slightly bent, preparing to dash forward.

“I block the magic, you rescue Him,” Yorgaardman said as his right hand had a flash of light, and the axe that he normally used appeared in his hands.

But, their actions didn’t go as planned.

Just as Wor was launching his last attack while Ymirjar le-Peyroux was launching the magic that he was most proud of, an angry voice, explosive like a volcano, was heard from under the ground.

“Old man! Have you ever heard?” Sui Xiong’s bellow could even scare a dead person. “Don’t pretend! Pretenders will be struck by lightning!”

A blast spurted from underground and appeared before the God of Spellcasters. It clashed with the colorful halo and exploded in a dazzling white light.

This lightning made almost everyone at the scene lose their eyesight temporarily. Only the God of Justice managed to withstand such strong light and maintained clear vision.

Then, before the light dispersed, everyone heard His laughter.

“Hahahaha! This is interesting! This is too interesting!”

Interesting? What so interesting?

With suspicion, everyone regained their vision and saw Wor who stood in the air looking lost but still maintained an attack posture.

Huh? Where’s the God of Spellcasters, Master Ymirjar le-Peyroux? Where did He go?

He wasn’t the only one that was looking around suspiciously, gazing into the distance. But they couldn’t find Master Ymirjar le-Peyroux anywhere.

Morani was looking around with divine power, he searched at least within a hundred-mile radius, but he still couldn’t find Master Ymirjar.

So, he looked suspiciously towards Yorgaardman next to him. He thought the God of Justice Majesty who laughed maliciously earlier knew something.

Before the God of Justice could speak, Sui Xiong’s voice was heard from underground again.

His voice sounded very emotional and dissatisfied. “The hell! This old man is as hard as a turtle! I struck it with an electromagnetic wave; it only made him fly away, but didn’t break through its shell!”