Fahrith told Yunwei that he would make the other party wish he were dead.
No one would have thought that this would be one of its few truths.
Upon seeing the ignorant human dare to call it by its real name, it was enraged and stretched out a tentacle, slapping the human hard across the face.
As an apostle of the abyss, it has no concept of beauty or ugliness.
But seeing the clearly visible teeth marks on the other's face, and the row of dark holes slowly oozing bright red blood beads, it felt a sense of satisfaction.
Fahris sneered, "Keep being stubborn, Yun Wei. Let's see how long you can keep up your arrogance! What are you all standing there for? Make your move!"
The second half of the sentence was addressed to the other five apostles, whose eyes gleamed with menace.
Before it finished speaking, its tentacles, which had already been extended, plunged into the thick black fog that enveloped the magician, tightly wrapping around his slender waist and constricting him forcefully.
The gray tentacles resembled rotten, decaying matter, with a sticky, dark green liquid constantly dripping from their surface, emitting a strong, putrid stench.
The remaining apostles also took action, each extending a tentacle and inserting it into Yun Wei's sleeve, trouser leg, and collar respectively.
Yun Wei was in excruciating pain, but he still gritted his teeth and endured it on his own.
The tentacles of the Abyss Apostle were not only suckers, but also contained sharp, fine teeth. His limbs and torso were being torn apart by thousands of these teeth, which were greedily sucking his blood.
Seeing that he could no longer move, the six apostles began to scream shrilly, making a noise that stung the eardrums.
They carried him along, and he began to slowly rise into the air.
In the moment when the pain was so intense that he could barely breathe, Yun Wei broke his contract with Isaac.
Even if the other party blocks him, he has no less than a hundred ways to leave them with a final message.
But he ultimately said nothing.
What could he possibly say to Isaac?
—Please forget me?
That's just wishful thinking on my part.
Time is the best healer. The moment something becomes a memory, the brain ruthlessly alters and changes it beyond recognition.
—I hope you can live a good life?
This is utterly meaningless nonsense!
How someone chooses to live is their own choice, and it's nobody else's place to judge. The undeniable fact is that Isaac will definitely live a good life, and even better than the vast majority of people on the continent of Zhuyuan.
Goodbye, Isaac?
Indeed, he also wanted to say goodbye in a dignified manner.
But no matter how you look at it, he seemed to be fleeing in disarray. Besides, he was destined never to see the man he still loved so deeply again.
Because this is an ending that fate has already planned.
After much thought, perhaps the only thing he could say to Isaac was "I'm sorry."
However, a verbal apology is merely a formality, pale and empty, and has no additional meaning.
He might as well kneel before the statue of the Lord of Light and sincerely repent.
As he gradually adapted to the pain, Yun Wei arrived high in the sky, where dark clouds loomed. The loss of blood inevitably made him breathe rapidly and his heart rate quicken; he could only calmly gaze at Fahris's ferocious face.
Studying the unknowable up close is also a kind of reversal, allowing him to briefly escape from the suffocating despair.
In the light and dust of that day, he suddenly glimpsed the trajectory of fate.
Although it sounds absurd and unbelievable, the Continent of Zhuyuan is a living script.
Each of them plays a tiny, insignificant role, one after another taking the stage.
He was desperate.
Because he clearly saw the ending for him and Isaac; they were destined not to be together.
The more they try to get closer to each other, the more tragic events will unfold in the world, driven by its laws, forcing them to separate.
In reality, this manifests as Isaac constantly encountering difficult situations, forcing him to endlessly tilt the center of his life toward one side of the scale.
Perhaps they will reconcile this time, but there will be a next time, and the time after that.
Each time, the attack became more and more ferocious.
Until they were both covered in wounds, until their emotions were exhausted, leaving only a pale contract.
He was very sad.
Although he should have been relieved that none of this was Isaac's fault, and that it was all just a cruel twist of fate, he still couldn't help but feel heartbroken seeing the other's behavior.
Only he himself knew how much he craved the other person's embrace.
Even if that embrace is cold, far from the warmth of a normal person.
Now, he is forced into solitude, and has no choice but to seek answers alone in that solitude.
"I am the one who steals destiny," he always remembered Alch's words, no matter how much time had passed.
Yun Wei thought to himself, "So the other party has also glimpsed the trajectory of fate."
Arkh refused to be manipulated on stage and eventually flew away from the Continent of Elements.
But in the arrogant prejudice of the world, the other person sacrificed themselves because of an unfulfilled love.
He struggled to describe the overwhelming emotional turmoil he experienced in that moment of sudden realization—
It was precisely because of his overwhelming emotions that his spiritual power stood at the very top of the Zhuyuan Continent, allowing him to glimpse the disgusting fate hidden behind the curtain.
From that moment on, the intense resentment in his heart grew wildly like weeds.
Like Alch, he also had his own unknown plan. Perhaps this crazy plan was insignificant in the face of fate, but it was also proof of his resistance.
Because he, Yun Wei, will always love Isaac.
He absolutely could not accept the twists of fate, watching helplessly as their feelings for each other suddenly changed as the story unfolded.
Rather than do that, he would rather freeze everything here and use his life to write another magnificent chapter a thousand years later.
But the indescribable thing before him suddenly changed again.
At Fahris's instruction, the tentacles wrapped around his left arm suddenly tightened, twisting and turning, dislocating his left shoulder.
The sudden, excruciating pain made the veins on Yun Wei's forehead bulge. He gritted his teeth and stared intently at the monster so close to him, but stubbornly refused to utter a sound.
The monster bared its fine, sharp teeth and laughed at him, "How does it feel? Does it hurt already?"
Yun Wei's chest heaved as he recited, "Endure, endure undeserved suffering, is a form of atonement."
This was said by Martin Luther King Jr.
Before the apocalypse, their class was reciting "I Have a Dream" in its entirety at the request of their foreign language teacher.
He received too much from Isaac; he could never repay it.
If he could pay off his debts in this way, if he could be sure that everything that had happened was real, then he would be willing to endure such pain, even ten times or a hundred times.
"Your calmness is just an illusion," Fahris commented bluntly.
Yun Wei forced a smile and said in a hoarse voice, "It's been a year, Fahris, and you still love to talk big."
Villains are destined to die from talking too much.
Although the script of fate is utterly disgusting, such classic plot points are destined to never go out of style.
Thinking of this, the magician's face, contorted with pain, broke into a bitter smile that only he could understand.
Fahris couldn't understand the smile, but it made him feel intensely uneasy.
It was forced to recall the unforgivable humiliation of a year earlier.
It opened its bright red lips and said to Yun Wei, "Hehehehe, I will do as you wish, extracting your bones one by one and transforming you into an apostle of the abyss."
Yun Wei remained unmoved, only sneering, "Then why bother with all this talk? Why don't you just make your move?"
Fahris's compound eyes darted around. "It's commendable that you have such awareness. But wouldn't it be a pity if others didn't see it?"
Yun Wei immediately shut his mouth.
His heart felt as if it were being gripped by ubiquitous tentacles, and he suddenly had a very ominous premonition.
Sure enough, no one knew what method the Abyss Apostle had used, but the dark, cloud-covered sky suddenly became as thick as ink, like a pitch-black curtain.
And Yun Wei, who was buried in the rolling black fog and whose head was the only thing visible, suddenly appeared in the scene.
Seeing Yun Wei's expression change, Fahris finally smiled triumphantly.
It stretched its insatiable lips and boasted smugly, "How about it, Yun Wei? Achieving 'sublimation' in front of all humanity on the entire Zhuyuan Continent, isn't that an honor?"
Yun Wei was speechless.
If everyone could see all of this, then...
Isaac!
...
Upper Lafra Monastery has been the art center of the continent for hundreds of years.
This place is home to countless ascetics and fanatics who, though seemingly eccentric, are often brilliant poets, enchanting singers, unique sculptors, and passionate religious artists.
In addition, the winters in the Kingdom of Blacksol are exceptionally long, and during this season when people stay indoors, they are often more able to calm down and create works that truly impress.
Therefore, even though magical civilization has declined and science and technology have regressed, the flames of civilization still burn brightly in the northern lands where ice and water intertwine.
On this day, everyone looked up at the sudden darkness that had appeared in the sky.
The only figure in the shadows is clearly being martyred—
Within the shrouded black mist, the opponent's exposed limbs and torso displayed an unnatural twisting, perfectly matching the description in the "Radiant Scripture."
Unlike the bewildered world, the believers picked up paintbrushes, carving knives, and ink pens. While praising and worshipping devoutly, they began to faithfully record the miracles.
Inside the monastery, the hymns sung by the choir were solemn and sacred.
Everyone was chanting a solemn and somber requiem together.
By the window of the main hall, Allen Babylon gazed at the dark-haired man in the sky.
Although they had never met, he felt at first glance that they could be friends.
The other person was about to be swallowed by the boundless abyss, but their extremely beautiful eyes still sparkled with incredibly bright fireworks.
The ribbon wrapped around the opponent's palm loosened and fell down under the erosion of the black mist, revealing an incredibly clear 'stigmata'.
Tears suddenly welled up in Allen's bright eyes.
He murmured, weeping, "It's him, it's the Messiah!"
Behind him stood a blond man who was a head shorter than him.
Joshua gently patted the minor bishop's shoulder, but looked worriedly towards the southeast, and sang a lament as if in a song:
"Yes, it's the Messiah, the Messiah of 'love'..."
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