Chapter 242 - Chapter 242: Chapter 232 Youre Becoming More and More Like Me (2/2)
“Huff…”
Chris took a deep breath; this “Countdown Timer” had already been set in advance, so the duration of the frozen time was unusually long.
Six seconds!
For a full six seconds, Chris rushed forward at the first moment, swinging his blade to sever Viscount Bast’s head, then without any hesitation eradicated the remaining two demons with the flame-entwined blade.
By the time he finished everything, his spiritual power was almost entirely depleted.
Time resumed its normal flow!
“Pfft!”
A torrent of blood spurted from the neck’s severed stump as the body swayed and toppled; Viscount Bast’s head flew through the air, the eyes wide open in death.
“Is it over?”
Marzo and Chris, watching the demons vanish and Viscount Bast’s body fall, couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief in their hearts.
“Be careful, he’s definitely still alive!”
Byrne suddenly bellowed!
He knew that the demons under Viscount Bast’s contract weren’t limited to just four; in fact, there was one final demon, with the unique ability to substitute death.
Viscount Bast had once used it to help Renzo survive an attack from a Monarch powerful expert.
The headless corpse suddenly jerked upright, and a ghastly, terrifying voice came from its belly.
The headless demon lion swung its giant sword repeatedly, releasing one Sword Qi after another, enveloping almost every corner around.
The power of a dozen Sword Qi was formidable, leveling everything in the vicinity, and Chris, who was closest, could not completely avoid it, being thrown by the terrifying Sword Qi on the spot.
“…”
The black “thorns” activated, spreading out across Viscount Bast’s body.
The “resurrected” Viscount Bast quickly grew back his head but was already drenched in sweat, panting heavily as he tried to rid himself of the “thorns.”
He failed!
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
The emerald elf suddenly loosed three arrows in rapid succession, all striking Viscount Bast’s body. Although the rapid-fire decreased accuracy, missing vital points, the seeds still rapidly grew within him.
The Fire of Sin unquenched, the seeds growing, entangled with the restraining black thorns, Viscount Bast, weighed down by the mounting injuries, still had a look of unyielding determination in his eyes.
His mental power had not yet been completely depleted; he could still continue to heal himself.
Battle Skill 5 – Berserk Attack!
Viscount Bast suddenly accelerated, leaping with tremendous force towards Marzo, and the emerald elf just managed to lift her bow to block, only to be sent flying.
At this moment, Viscount Bast’s face appeared composed, his eyes held a chill and rationality beyond ordinary men. He suddenly turned his head, glaring at Byrne as if wanting to strike again.
“…”
By then, Byrne’s spiritual power was overtaxed; he was nearly exhausted and could only watch Viscount Bast approach while preparing his own final attack.
“…”
Viscount Bast moved closer without a word, his approach reminiscent of a demon, as if about to engulf the entire world.
But just after taking the fifth step, his body staggered and he knelt down calmly on one knee, trembling all over.
The Fire of Sin.
The inextinguishable black flames seemed to burn endlessly, causing irreparable damage, and Viscount Bast’s mental power had finally reached its limit.
“It seems you’ve won…”
His expression was calm, but he couldn’t delay the inevitable.
Amidst the scent of fresh flowers, they began to grow from the flesh and the black flames, as the old man struggled and trembled in pain.
Eventually, the black flames of sin completely dissipated, and the dying, aged body of Viscount Bast was covered with ample blossoms, kneeling on the ground.
Byrne took a deep breath, staggering forward slowly, knowing the old man posed no further threat.
Utilization was real, emotions were real, interests were real, threats were real, tests were real…
His body shuddered, hearing the old man’s last words, his vision blurred with a hint of barely discernible mockery.
“Is this the result of toying with destiny? Byrne, my Destiny’s Trajectory allowed me to see the paths of fate from birth. Thinking myself above fate, to control everything, little did I expect fate to bring Fischer to Nasir…”
“Your father, to die indirectly at my hands, heh…”
“Byrne, but I know that’s not really why you wanted to kill me.”
Byrne’s body trembled, but inside he grew even colder, looking at the old man whose eyes held a certainty.
“The truth is, you’re becoming more and more like me, Byrne.”
The dark-haired man standing in the dense fog, like a lonesome shadow, his outline faint, his gaze seemingly lost in the distant future, or perhaps sunken into memories of the past, finally settled intently on the present.
“Mmm.”