Mo Shu was decisive. He was not disturbed by Chen Shu's appearance and continued to bully Ji Yue and squeeze her living space.
While he was trying to annihilate Ji Yue's counterattack, he sneered condescendingly:
"How do you know it won't be you?"
Ji Yue vomited blood but still laughed loudly:
“Because I’m not a lowly horse!
[War] Every spit of blood from a believer is not in vain. Do you think you can kill me by continuously destroying my vitality?
But you forgot...
How to survive?
Only blood! and fire! ! "
As soon as he finished speaking, endless flames burst into the air and spread along the blood dripping from Ji Yue. The blazing flames swallowed up Mo Shu directly. The raging fire was like the rising sun, dispelling the darkness of Rediker for a moment.
For a moment, the night was as bright as day!
Under such a powerful explosion of flames, only a few strands of Mo Shu's hair were singed by the fire. He kept a distance from Ji Yue with a gloomy face, and never thought that the means used to defend against Cheng Shi's thunder would be used here.
But he didn't care, because he could see that Ji Yue was just a spent force, and the Bishop of Purgatory was indeed very powerful. If the two sides were to fight again, he might have to spend more time and effort to deal with the other party.
But time is running out, and the opponent is already seriously injured. Once the momentum of this flame passes through, there will be no other outcome waiting for the Bishop of Purgatory except annihilation.
So Mo Shu temporarily avoided the attack and did not rush to chase forward.
But time will not stop for anyone, at least not for him. Just as the scorching fire illuminated the night sky, Chen Shu had already flashed in front of Zhao Xishi. Looking at the shock and anger in the other's eyes and the fire reflected in his pupils, Chen Shu threw a punch and shook his head in denial:
"You don't deserve fire in your eyes."
"boom--"
A powerful punch directly smashed Zhao Xishi's head, but the imagined scene of blood and flesh splattering did not happen. Zhao Xishi's body collapsed and turned into bits of blue light, disappearing in the light reflected by the flames.
Chen Shuo stopped dead in his tracks and widened his eyes.
"Reflection when leaving!?"
"Oh, the bishop is right. There will always be an inferior horse that dies first. But who do you think it will be?"
Zhao Xishi reappeared on the rooftop on the street. She stood with her arms folded, looking playfully at the battlefield below her feet in the moonlight, and extended her hand to Ji Yue who was coughing up blood.
Countless dense blue silk threads shot out instantly and pierced into Ji Yue's head like hair. Even though Ji Yue "brought himself into flames", these external objects were still not burned off.
Seeing Ji Yue struggling to death, it was Zhao Xishi's turn to sneer.
“It’s useless. Although this is a quasi-divine artifact, its effect is comparable to that of a divine relic.
This book was prepared for destiny weavers. Using it on you is a great compliment to you!
Now tell me, who is the inferior horse?"
As he spoke, Zhao Xishi withdrew his hand and broke the silk thread. The endless broken threads were like parasites that were retracted into Ji Yue's body.
Seeing his companions about to die here, Chen Shuo was neither sad nor angry. He just suppressed all his expression for a second, raised his fist solemnly, and smashed it hard into the ground, while shouting in a deep voice:
"Everything is silent, the universe...is silent!"
"Buzz—"
As a heart-pounding sound wave spread out like a wave, everything around froze.
Ji Yue's struggle, Mo Shu's approach, the wild dance of flames, the twisting of silk threads, everything the eyes see, everything the ears hear, all sounds and forms are silent!
And taking advantage of this gap that was almost equivalent to the advent of [Silence], Chen Shuo stood up from the ground, tore off the azure silk thread that had not yet entered Ji Yue's body, picked her up horizontally and disappeared from the battlefield in the blink of an eye.
After a while, "silence" left and the place came alive again, but the flames were extinguished, the light was gone, and the endless night rolled back again.
Mo Shu looked at the direction the two men were running and did not chase them. Instead, he lightly jumped onto the roof and stood beside Zhao Xishi, frowning and saying:
“You’re gambling with your life.
If Chen Shuo had not saved you but had chosen to kill you, you would have died."
Although his palms were sweaty, Zhao Xishi still curled his lips and chuckled:
"But I made the right bet, didn't I?
History is like a mirror, we can learn from it.
The statements I have heard of, though annoying, have never once resulted in abandoning a companion.
Pretty counterintuitive, isn't it?
But this is the fact. Even though he has few companions and everyone refuses to get close to him, he always does this.
Of course, this has a prerequisite, that is, he must be attracted to you, not you to him."
Mo Shu was slightly surprised when he heard this, and then nodded.
Zhao Xishi glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and sneered:
"You don't think this is a merit worthy of praise, do you?
This is stupid, utterly stupid!
In this world, all sincerity is a burden, it will only drag you into the abyss."
"Oh."
Mo Shu responded with a cold look, always feeling that the sincere word the other person was talking about should actually be "Zhen Xin".
Zhao Xishi didn't notice the subtle change in Mo Shu's expression. She continued:
“Unfortunately, his sincerity will eventually become the weapon that kills him.
Wait, he won't give up on treatment. He'll go find the Fate Weaver, and the moment the Fate Weaver rescues the Bishop of Purgatory, they'll have dug their own graves. The memories they've lost and regained will allow the flames of [War] to burn through all the enemy's defenses."
...
Chen Shuo rushed forward holding Ji Yue in his arms. Seeing that Ji Yue was coughing up more and more blood, he took out all the medicines in his portable space with a serious face and poured them into Ji Yue's mouth one bottle after another.
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