Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

That black shadow did not form a new law in the air, but locked in Esther's direction and turned into a tiny drop of water, flying towards her.

A wonderful atmosphere filled the air. Even the majestic aura of the "King" was far weaker than it, and was covered by such a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

This kind of breath is not heavy, nor does it bring strong fear, but is so soft that it has no deterrent. The moment it reveals its existence, Esther can't help but think of a quiet and peaceful scene after bidding farewell to the busy life. A nap, or the lullaby hummed by the nightingale, is whispering, urging people to put down their guard and enter the final peace as soon as possible.

Just when the water droplet appeared, for a brief moment that did not stop on the clock scale, many thoughts vaguely flowed through Esther's consciousness.

However, the long silver river appeared in the distance of the field of vision, like an absolute and indifferent bystander. All the images quickly dissolved around it, passing from Esther's eyes, and nothing stopped in the end. Before she could catch those fleeting revolving doors, the sand had already slipped away from the hourglass. Only after the delay, a tail hung down and another bloody track leaked out.

In the end, it all settled on a face, but to Esther's surprise, what was shown was not anyone else, nor the people she guessed she might see, but "herself".

That was the face of "Li Xing". It should have been frozen in a peaceful sleep that would never wake up again, but at this moment, it gradually opened its eyes. A drop of black tears flowed from the black eyes mixed with a little brown.

"Li Xing"'s lips moved slightly, and Esther had to use her decryption ability to analyze the Chinese words spoken by "Li Xing" through her lip movements:

"Thief, liar...my..."

"Li Xing" closed her eyes again before she could say the last words, and black tears slowly dripped down her cheeks.

Esther did know what the second half of that sentence should be, "my life."

Just when she wanted to say something, Esther felt some kind of pain like choking water coming from the back of her head, which made the phantom in front of her suddenly blurred, leaving only the drop of "Li Xing". Tears were approaching Esther's clear sight again.

All the illusory scenes gathered together and condensed back into the black, embodied "death".

What is this, a warning? threaten? Or are you trying to drive me away? If I want to shake my self-perception, this little thing is not enough...

Esther thought indifferently in her heart, but the appearance of the face belonging to "Li Xing" still made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

What concerned Esther even more were the fragments that she could not remember clearly.

Because Esther came to her senses one step ahead of time, the black water droplets did not fall on her head. Instead, they were enveloped by large light spots that streaked across like meteors.

As the silver symbols continued to sway in the trail of light points, the speed of the water droplets flying forward became slower and slower, until a radiant shell condensed and formed, wrapping the black water droplets inside from the outside to the inside. , finally fixed into a shimmering crystal. In the gray medium on the outside, rings constantly appeared and dissipated, trapping the black water droplet in the middle.

However, just as Esther raised her left hand to catch the crystal stone, the power that had just been sealed in the "circulation" disappeared under her eyes.

You don't need to think about it to know who did it. He didn't do any business, but he stole things so quickly and simply at this time!

Esther was annoyed, but she quickly turned her left hand over and held it behind her back. At the critical moment, she stole the "King's" will to attack.

The two-color dagger was almost touching the back of Esther's neck, but it stopped in the air. If she hadn't solved that little trouble in time, she would have been fatally injured and would have been unable to move.

"Where..."

"Execution?" Esther said with a smile, and easily used Steal again to take away the words blurted out by "The King", and then she distanced herself again. This time she did not stand on the ground again, but let her body float lightly. After floating in the air and "distorting" the direction of gravity, she doesn't even need to "steal" frequently anymore.

The degree of recognition of "distortion" in this space is far higher than that of any extraordinary power. When Esther realized this, she closed her left hand towards the "King" again, but she was unable to steal any other abilities.

The "King" let out a low roar. Although he didn't utter any new words, his roar set off a violent wave of wind, and invisible whips twitched around the entire space.

Esther "distorted" all the whippings that approached and hurt her, "deceived" the target of their effect. She no longer had any luck, and let all these attacks fall on the "king".

The armor the man wore made him not afraid of such an invisible slap, and the trace of blood on his face dimmed the golden light in his eyes.

Even if Esther didn't do this, his body wouldn't be able to support it for long. The dagger's erosion of the "King" was limited, and it could only briefly gain the upper hand when the other party took the initiative to give in.

The inverted pyramid is the ladder leading to "death". Whether this is a structure created by the "king" intentionally or unintentionally, it has left an interaction with another power and established a deeper connection.

So he has been suppressing the dagger not just out of duty, but also out of repulsive instinct?

Esther threw the claw knife out with ease and activated "Distortion" at the same time. The light claw knife made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, instantly carrying the momentum of a cannonball, penetrating the air with constant "crackling" sounds, until Fall straight in the direction of the "King".

The "King" quickly raised the dagger in his hand, but at the moment when the law was about to blurt out, his mouth suddenly closed and he bit the tip of his tongue.

Esther frowned and grabbed it again, "stealing" the claw knife that went straight through the "King's" right shoulder back to her hand. There was not even any blood on the blade, leaving only a thin layer. The sticky rotten flesh quickly fell off the surface of "Logan's Claw" with Esther's slight shake.

The whippings that rang out one after another in the entire space quickly dissipated. The "King's" right hand hung down feebly, and his left hand holding the dagger was also trembling slightly. Although it was still pointed in Esther's direction, the golden light outside the sword body and the The black light was slowly fading at the same time.

Only then did Esther fall back to the ground. She walked slowly to the opposite side of the "King", several meters away, looking at the tip of the sword that followed her footsteps.

When the "King" raised his head, the golden light in his eyes had disappeared. He tugged at the corner of his mouth helplessly, and then let out a retching sound. What he spit out was not blood, but the same ball of black mud.

It turns out that this is the case, it turns out that I have died a long time ago and there should be nothing left.

"The King" thought in a daze, letting the cold feeling kiss his heavy eyelids, penetrating his spiritual body from the outside in, bringing the last sense of silence. He seemed to be falling, and seemed to be soaked in the cold. underwater.

The quiet black color spreads in the "King's" eyes, crawling out from the pupils like a mass of proliferating mucus.

The "King's" left hand holding the sword gradually dropped. Because of the awareness of "death", his body also lost the strength to support himself to stand upright, and he knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

Esther watched this scene silently. She was not sure whether the toxin of "Logan's Claw" had the desired intensification effect. It was the delaying method she originally expected, but now it seems...

Her plans never kept up with the changes.

The "King" spit out the liquid in his mouth fiercely. His body was like a mummy that had shriveled violently due to lack of water, but those eyes that were still alive revealed a concentration that filled Esther with alertness - that There was only darkness inside.

Esther's heartbeat suddenly began to accelerate. This was just a subtle knock on her spiritual intuition. Although it did not mean there was danger, it also indicated that she would not like what happened next, which made Esther quickly prepare. Mental preparation.

Although the "King" was kneeling on the ground, when he straightened up, he still had the arrogance of sitting on the "Stone Throne", and his indifferent eyes seemed to be a completely different person.

When he spoke, the lifeless feeling became more and more obvious. What he spoke was not any language that Esther had systematically learned, but she understood it:

"You violated our agreement...the incarnation of fate."

"I don't remember any agreement."

Esther calmly replied in ancient Fusac language. She was telling the truth, and even Amon who was hiding could hear this.

The whites of the "King's" eyes were completely covered in black, and his cheeks that were tense due to pain gradually relaxed:

"You can only be freed if you are forgotten..."

The corners of the "King's" broken mouth curled up, pulling at his rapidly drying and dehydrated skin, revealing a wrinkled and fragile smile like a walnut skin:

"Do you think you can escape our fate?"

"Haha, is this a curse from 'death'? It's really nothing new. I thought you would have something more vicious to say."

Just listening to Esther's voice, she was indeed smiling, but there was no smile on her face.

"Gathering...one day..."

"No matter who you are, I am very sure that you have the wrong person." Esther replied firmly.

"You can't escape...a second time..."

The black eyes suddenly turned white, and together with the spirit trapped in the body, they disappeared.

Esther understands that the dead eventually return to death.

She walked towards the "King's" body, and every step she took was as heavy as stepping on an invisible pile of corpses.

The stone dagger finally fell from the "King's" hand, which was so withered that only bones were left, and hit the ground with a muffled sound.

It brought the curtain down on this brief exchange, as if the dice were settled, but there was no winner or lose.