Blood of Mercury

In front of the furious Marco, everyone fell silent.

That might not be right.

A more accurate statement is that right in front of his eyes, all the Ashes roared, and a terrifying alienation occurred.

Their eyeballs crystallized, and a thin layer of pale yellow crystals emerged.

Sharp, translucent crystal spikes protrude from their joints, their spines rise high, and their backs curve as a result. Their skin quickly dehydrated and dried up, turning a magma-like dark red.

They raised their heads and stared intently at their formerly respected spiritual mentor, their expressionless faces filled with malice.

The horse could see it, but was not afraid at all.

"Come on! Monsters!"

He roared, staring at the monster-like Ashes like a sleepy wolf, roaring in a low voice: "Kill me if you can! Bastards!"

He slowly drew out the steel whip that was burning with dirty flames, and his hideous face was full of killing intent.

Maybe he couldn't stand the pressure, and one of the Ashes closest to him finally couldn't hold it anymore and rushed towards Marco.

However, before he could rush to Marco's side, he was hit directly in the chest with a whip. Immediately, the man's chest shrunk, and the shattered crystal fragments scattered all over the floor.

Their immortality was of no use at all, as if they were directly ignored by Marco.

Just as Marco launched his attack, three more Ashes rushed over.

The spikes that popped out of their fingers and elbows were enough to take someone's life in a single blow, and combined with their lightning-quick speed, undetectable by the naked eye, if they weren't facing Marco , even with one enemy a hundred is not impossible.

However, they happened to be facing Marco.

The steel whip burning with filthy flames came first, clanging and clanging on the ground, making a harsh metal friction sound, and then flashing continuously in the air like thunder.

In the sharp whistling sound, the three Ashes with skin as tough as a mountain were drawn into the chest by a huge force. This blow from Marco smashed their bodies into two pieces in mid-air, and the filthy yellow blood splashed out in all directions, instantly soaking Marco's robes.

Probably because of the power of Marco, the remaining alienated Ashes did not continue to rush to die. They were just like starving wild dogs, staring at Marco threateningly, while silently backing away.

But Marco didn't stop there.

He shouted, "Come out, Windwhisper!"

"I know you're here!"

However, after Marco finished calling, the surroundings were dead silent and nothing happened.

"I can't come out, right..."

The corners of Marco's mouth rose in disdain and took a few steps in a certain direction.

Then, without warning, Marco raised his hand and waved the steel whip into the air directly in front of him.

But his steel whip didn't swing down.

Just as his steel whip was raised, a violent hurricane surged up in front of him for no reason.

The roaring hurricane rattled Marco's robe, and his feet slid back slightly on the ground.

That's not just a hurricane, that's the "repulsion" itself. Even Marco couldn't remain completely motionless with this level of power.

Ma Kehao watched the hurricane gradually dissipate, revealing the people hidden in the air.

That's the Wind Whisperer. An Elemental Prince in the Destroyed Elemental Plane.

Unlike his brethren, who were always bloodless and tearless, the Windwhisper had acquired the feeling of being human a long time ago.

——In other words, got the emotion of being a Twilight follower.

"It's really you!"

Seeing the Wind Whisperer who he hadn't seen for a long time appear in front of him, Marco was not surprised at all.

He just yelled at the Wind Whisperer: "What are you going to do!"

"It's what you want to do!"

Not to be outdone, the Windtalker replied, "Are you going to betray Higgs?!"

"What about betrayal!"

Marco sneered: "I've never believed in Higgs - I'm not a twilight follower like you who fell into the abyss."

"I'm human—again, I'm human! It doesn't matter what I am in my past life. I just have to remember that I'm human... Even if my appearance changes, I'll always be human."

"Don't lie to yourself, Marco."

The Wind Whisperer said softly: "You yourself know that this world will eventually be destroyed. Roland is just dying. This world has been destroyed, even if he kills you, kills me, kills all Dependent people, he can't kill Dusk - in the end, he can't change anything, all the miracles he performs are nothing but nothingness and no meaning."

"--so what?"

Marco asked blankly, "Even if it doesn't make sense...but, so what?"

"……what are you talking about."

This time ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ instead, the Wind Whisperer showed a surprised look.

And Marco asked rhetorically and forcefully: "I ask you, even if Roland can't change anything, even if the final outcome is doomed... But, so what?"

"Even if fate is doomed, even if there is no possibility of changing the outcome, even if everything is so desperate, but human beings still will not give up even the slightest chance, will not give up a little bit of despair, and do their best to resist - even if all struggles are lost. It's just a man's arm and a car, but as long as you fight with the awareness that it doesn't matter if you sacrifice yourself, even if you can't change your cruel fate, everything will eventually become a little bit better."

Marco said forcefully: "I think this kind of tenacity and unyielding will, this kind of courage to die willingly, is the most valuable thing for human beings."

"Yes - I love human beings and I am proud to be human. I am nothing but human."

"I live as a human and die as a human. My will is free until I die! I chose the way of ashes with my own will, and I chose to be the enemy of Roland with my own will, so now I I will choose to perish by my own will—"

The Wind Whisperer was completely silent at this time. It wasn't to be persuaded, but to fully realize that it was impossible for him to persuade Marco.

At this time, Marco's cheeks were already cracked in his excitement, revealing the hot and hot lava.

"Listen, Windtalker! I'm Marco, I'm Marco the Ash-Lord - I'm responsible for these children! I'll never let their filthy husks leave this place and do what they hated in life. Things!"

He roared, his voice like thunder, rumbling.

The color of ashes shone in his eyes--