Chapter 769 The New Legions II
Sage Samuel Kelasel clutched his chest tightly, his pale face covered with cold sweat.
In the shaking, his body staggered a few steps, his knees softened, and he fell to the ground. A suppressed sob came from his throat, and then he spit out a mouthful of blood.
The blood splashed on the ground, showing a dazzling scarlet color.
He gasped, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice trembled with anger and weakness:
"My "Book of Sages"...!"
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from exertion. The moment he raised his head, anger burned in his eyes.
Opposite him, the silver-robed wizard Geoffrey de la Tour could not remain calm. His nails were deeply embedded in the staff, and his eyes were fixed in front of him. His always gloomy face was full of words at this moment. Shocked and disbelieving.
His voice was low and hoarse, but there was a tension that could not be concealed:
"He tore down the barriers of the world..."
Samuel reluctantly raised his head and looked forward along with George Frey's gaze. His pupils suddenly shrank at this moment.
An unspeakable fear shot through his spinal cord. He held his hands on the ground, holding back the blood surging in his chest, and his voice trembled so much that he almost lost his confidence:
"What is that?"
In front of them, a silver-white crack began to appear in the void. In the crack, silver light tore through the surrounding space like a sharp blade.
It's like a curtain lifted by the gods.
A silver lever slowly protruded from the void, flashing with a cold light, and then opened the surrounding space easily like a curtain being opened at will.
That moment.
Light flooded into the world of Hakoniwa.
As the crack completely opened, a pure white figure slowly emerged.
He carries thirty-six pairs of burning light particle wings, his hair is as white as snow, his eyes are like the bright moonlight in the sky, and an elusive smile hangs on his handsome face.
It is an innate majesty, a sense of existence that is incomparable to the vastness of the world.
"Finally found you."
Xia Xiu was suspended in the void, his left hand holding the "Book of Sages" that was constantly resisting, and his voice was gentle and clear.
Samuel's blood almost completely cooled down at this moment. He felt as if his back was pierced by something cold, and the chill poured out from the inside out.
He opened his mouth, trying to control his fear, but his voice was still trembling:
"Hugh Abraham, let me go. The entire Ring of Naga and the Book of Sages...are yours."
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and tried his best to make his posture appear sincere and humble.
He knew that the fourth sword holder in Heaven opposite him was no ordinary opponent, and any attempt to struggle would only hasten his death.
Samuel Kellasel still retains the deep-rooted Auror thoughts of the Hundred-Level World in his mind.
In the Hundred-Level World, plane wars are bloody, but for the Auror class, being captured in war usually does not mean death, but negotiation, redemption, and economic transactions.
Aurors usually have similar social status, and based on this status, they often follow a tacit agreement not to kill each other.
As each other is part of the ruling class of the Ley Line and Crystal Wall systems in all realms, killing an Auror prisoner will not only destroy the trust between the Aurors, but may also trigger revenge from the enemy family or allies.
Of course, Samuel Kailasel selectively ignored the Dark Lord's "various atrocities" in the Ring of Nagas - mainly the bloody killing of Kailasel.
The reason why I selectively ignore it is because I am still lucky in my heart.
As a sage and the master of the plane, his status is much higher than that of other Aurors of the Kailasel family.
The fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven should choose to let him go out of consideration for his future political interests in the Hundred-Level World. After all, this way he can maximize his interests and will not cause fierce resistance from the Auror families in other planes of the Hundred-Level World. .
He looked at the other party with expectant eyes, and found that the white-haired angel was casually weighing the struggling and beating books in his hands, with a look on his face, as if he was considering whether to let him go.
So Samuel Kellaser, the old turtle who felt there was hope, continued:
"And it's not just that-"
Samuel tried to gain further life, with a glimmer of greed in his eyes.
"My Merlin First Class Certification and assets in other planes, I can -"
Before he finished speaking, Geoffrey de la Tour behind him had already silently stepped back, protecting the sage in front of him.
His face was as gloomy as iron, and he looked at the sage as if he were looking at a unique fool.
Xia Xiu's white eyes as pure as fresh snow swept over everything coldly, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc.
Then, the [Lever of Heaven] in his hand moved slightly, silver light flashed past, and a strange symbol suddenly appeared on the sage's chest - [∞].
Buzz buzz——
The symbol was like a Möbius strip connected end to end, emitting a faint silver light, and began to rotate at an alarming speed, seeming to be tearing apart reality with some irresistible force.
Samuel looked down at his chest, with incredible fear in his eyes, and he let out a shrill cry.
"I have other chips, I have other..."
Poof————
Before the words were spoken, the Möbius strip exploded, and the sage's chest was torn open. A huge hole appeared instantly, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the internal organs and bones splashed all over the ground in the explosion.
"Hugh Abraham, you-"
His body trembled a few times, his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness, and then he fell to the ground, and the blood in his chest quickly turned into a dazzling scarlet color.
"Confused."
Xia Xiu spoke calmly, the silver lever in his hand emitting a slight radiance, his voice was gentle, but with a biting chill.
"Kill you and they will be mine too."
His eyes just casually glanced at the sage lying on the ground, as if looking at an item that had long lost its value, and then slowly turned to Geoffrey.
Geoffrey de la Tour clenched the staff in his hand, his old fingers trembling slightly from excessive exertion.
His face was as pale as a piece of paper, and his eyes swept over the corpses on the ground with complicated eyes.
There was no anger or sympathy in his heart for Samuel's begging for mercy and tragic death.
He just sighed coldly - it was too stupid.
Samuel actually tried to exchange his property, honor and illusory future for his life?
In Joe Frey's opinion, this behavior is simply more ridiculous than persuading the Four Lords of Chaos to convert to the light in person.
"Do you have anything to say? Silver-robed wizard."
Xia Xiu's voice came from the front, calm and indifferent, without any fluctuation.
Geoffrey raised his head and looked at the angel from heaven carrying the feather of light on his back.
A bitter smile appeared on his face, as if he was laughing at his own powerlessness at the moment.
He lowered his head slightly, as if he was sorting out his words, and then slowly spoke:
"If I said that the death of the management bureau operator was an accident and had nothing to do with me, would you believe it?"
When Xia Xiu heard these words, his pure white eyes like fresh snow carefully looked at the old man in front of him.
He looked at it very carefully.
"I believe it." He said softly, without any hesitation in his tone.
"But you are going to die here today."
Geoffrey took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly with the movement.
He raised his head, and there was no longer any flinching or hesitation in his eyes. It was a kind of calmness and stubbornness that could see through life and death.
He closed his eyes gently and slowly opened them again, a look of determination appeared on his old face.
"If you want to fight, fight without reservation; if you want to lose, defeat without regrets - come on, Hugh Abraham."
Faced with an invincible enemy, Geoffrey de la Tour did not choose to surrender. He gave his own answer.
In the face of inevitable failure, reason requires him to still fight hard, because the meaning of action lies not in the result, but in dignity.
If you even made the beginning, you must bear all the consequences.
"You have human virtues," Xia Xiu said lightly, his tone mixed with a kind of silent appreciation, but it was as cold as frost and snow.
"It's a pity..."
"If anyone sins, he must atone for it; but if there is no sin offering, his sin will be upon himself."
As soon as the conversation between the two came to an end, a sense of solemnity filled the air, as quiet as the moment before the storm.
In that brief silence, a tall incarnation quietly emerged behind the silver-robed wizard Geoffrey de la Tour.
Avatars take on human form, but are very different from humans.
His body was slender and upright, covered with dark blue carapace. Each piece of carapace shone with a metallic cold light, like natural armor.
His face has clear outlines, but it looks even more ferocious because it is covered with carapace.
A deep blue light shines from his eyes, like an abyss that can penetrate the human heart.
He held a coiled giant snake in his right hand. The snake's whole body was burning with weak dark blue flames, just like the soul struggling in the flames. The snake's body twisted and squirmed from time to time, as if it was alive, but it was full of the breath of death.
[Seventy-Two Pillars of Solomon·Andumalius! 】
[Andumalius], Count of the Demon God of Solomon, controls the secrets of evil and bad transactions. His power can discern all frauds and thefts, and can even track stolen objects and reveal the hidden truth.
Now, his power has been borrowed by Joffre as a last-ditch counterattack.
However, before the demon god could fully demonstrate his power, a familiar vibration came from around him.
『Buzz——』
Time, stop flowing!
Time stopped again at this moment, the gray world replaced the original color, everything stood still for an instant, even the burning flames were frozen in the air, and the snake's movement was frozen in mid-air.
Xia Xiu's figure was like a ray of light, quietly traveling through the gray space.
The [Lever of Heaven] in his hand flashed with silver light and turned into a straight trajectory, stabbing directly into the chest of the silver-robed wizard.
『Buzz——』
Time, resume the flow!
The moment time resumed, Geoffrey's body suddenly flew backwards, and a huge stick-shaped indent appeared on his chest, which was deeply embedded in his body. That is the strike trajectory of [Heaven's Lever], like the rod of the gods, irresistible.
Joffrey tumbled in the air, blood spurting from his mouth.
He hit the ground hard and barely used his staff to support his shaky body.
His incarnation [Andumalius] is still standing behind him, but the dark blue flame has obviously dimmed, symbolizing that its master's life is rapidly passing away.
However, Xia Xiu stood there, his eyes slightly focused, and he noticed something unusual.
Two objects fell next to Qiaofrey.
One is a rag doll split in half, with dots of black lines stained on the fabric, like flowing shadows; the other is an ancient pocket watch, with the hands on the dial stationary and complex symbols engraved on the cover. arts.
These two objects emit weak spiritual fluctuations.
Xia Xiu didn't come close.
He frowned, and the halo behind him flickered slightly, and the power of [Perfect Prosthetic Eye] was activated.
In his vision, the world becomes transparent and complex.
Countless dots and lines flowed like a tide in front of his eyes.
The trajectory of time, the folding of space, and the tiny spiritual fluctuations are all parsed into readable information.
His eyes quickly scanned the place where the silver-robed wizard fell to the ground, but he did not sense any clear flow of life.
"Not the real body..."
Xia Xiu's gaze became deeper and he glanced around.
Those lines extended and intertwined, gradually leading him to discover an abnormal fluctuation.
It was a folded and hidden spatial mezzanine. The ripples were almost invisible, but under the analysis of the [Perfect Prosthetic Eye], there was nothing to hide.
Xia Xiu's pupils shrank slightly.
In the mezzanine of space, a vague figure gradually appeared.
That is the silver-robed wizard Geoffrey, and the incarnation behind him [Seventy-Two Pillars of Solomon Andumalius].
Geoffrey's body was slightly hunched, as if he was panting.
He held the staff tightly in his hand, with a cold light in his eyes, and his avatar stood behind him, the coiled snake in his hand no longer burning, but seemed to be ready to launch a fatal blow at any time.
"Quite cunning."
Xia Xiu spoke calmly, with an unmistakable coldness in his voice.
He raised his hand slightly, and the [Lever of Heaven] in his hand emitted silver light. With a slight tap, a crisp vibration immediately came from the air.
The interlayer of space was torn open, and the hidden figure of the silver-robed wizard was instantly exposed in front of him.
Joffrey raised his head with difficulty, staring deeply at the pure white angel in front of him.
His face was covered with blood, and a few strands of silver hair stuck to his temples, making him look particularly embarrassed.
Xia Xiu's figure was reflected in his pupils. The indifference and majesty of the white hair and white eyes made him unable to look directly.
His lips trembled, as if he was struggling to tell an unacceptable truth.
"Time..." His voice was low and trembling, "One of your abilities... is to control time."
Xia Xiu was slightly startled, then showed a calm smile. He gently turned the [Lever of Heaven] in his hand, and silver light flowed at the tip of the lever, just like his understatement at the moment.
"Found it?"
He looked down at Joffrey.
"So what?"
『Buzz——』
Geoffrey's pale face was frozen in place.