After the shoulder joints, came the elbow and wrist, and now it's the fingers' turn.
He didn't know if his knuckles could ever be fully restored after being forcibly broken.
This clearly far exceeds his meager knowledge base.
The cracking sound only made Yun Wei's consciousness blur from the pain.
Amidst the spine-chilling background noise, he couldn't help but recall the old legends of his hometown.
That is the story of "Grandma Xiong," which is now little known.
He heard this story from his grandmother when he was very young.
The "crunch" sound in that story was once a childhood nightmare for him, making him afraid to chew beans.
Unlike most children, he wasn't afraid of "Grandma Bear" because no matter how powerful the demons and monsters were, he still had "Sun Wukong, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven".
He just felt sorry for the younger brother in the story.
My finger was bitten off by my "bear mother-in-law," what am I going to do now...?
It was in this confused state of mind that he heard a voice that terrified him even more.
"cloud!--"
The apostles' shrieks were like an impenetrable curtain, but the call still penetrated the monsters' snarls and clearly reached his ears.
The tone was so familiar, but the shrill change in pitch made his heart stop instantly.
Isaac, I really saw it.
Seeing myself at this moment, I see myself as ugly and miserable.
This was completely beyond his plans.
In his supposedly perfect plan, he was supposed to silently complete his transformation into a villain, kneel before the throne of the Lord of the Abyss, and then deliver the final blow with all his might.
But he never expected that Fahris would be so perverse as to brazenly display the scene of his execution in front of everyone.
He didn't dare look at Isaac at all.
Yun Wei knew just how pathetic and miserable he was at that moment.
He clearly only wanted to leave quietly.
Isaac's call alone was enough to completely shake the belief that he had finally managed to solidify.
Yun Wei struggled to maintain a rhythmic breathing pattern, his ribs tightly bound by tentacles covered in barbs, a feat that was no easy feat.
He lowered his eyes, cold sweat seeping into the corners of his eyes, stinging them, but he remained expressionless.
He had to maintain a calm and composed demeanor in front of the entire continent.
He heard the hum of a sword blade beside his ear, followed by a gush of thick fog. He then heard a muffled groan, and after a while, the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground.
Even without seeing it with his own eyes, he knew what had happened just by imagining it.
The sound of the other person being injured reached his ears, and the pain that aroused in his heart was even more intense than the physical pain he was experiencing at that moment.
Even a thousand times, ten thousand times.
Isaac wanted to save him.
But he had kept the other party completely in the dark.
Yun Wei suddenly felt ashamed of his appearance.
Someone like me doesn't deserve any redemption.
Fahris's arrogant shout rang in his ears: "Hmm, so you did have your eye on the 'Immortal Coffin' back then. Oh! It seems that's not all—"
It suddenly lunged forward, sniffing Yun Wei's neck intensely. "Hehehehe, heavens, I really underestimated you! Yun Wei, you truly live up to your reputation as a notorious necromancer; you've actually absorbed his aura into your body!"
Yun Wei was immediately enraged and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Shut up!"
In contrast, Fahris is in a great mood now.
Not only did it avenge its previous humiliation, but it also plunged the entire continent of Zhuyuan into endless panic through its ingenious ideas.
Nothing can bring more despair than brutally murdering a top-tier level seven expert in front of everyone, and then turning that person into a member of your own camp.
Look at this growing and solidifying panic that is spreading throughout the world!
The overflowing negative emotions made it feel euphoric, giving rise to an indescribable sense of pleasure.
Even his lord failed to do this!
"Let him go!"
Just then, the sound of air being torn apart came again from beside Fahris, and a bright blade of battle aura slashed towards its waist.
The fighting spirit was clearly bright, but everyone could see the anger and despair within it.
Fahris merely flicked his sleeves, and the gleaming blade was swallowed by the thick fog, as if the opponent's all-out attack was nothing more than a trivial matter to him.
It smugly laughed at Isaac, "Hehehehe, our power comes from the same source, and now we are even connected through our souls. With your mere level seven strength, how can you compare to us in a one-on-one fight?"
But the warrior holding the sword in mid-air acted as if he hadn't heard a thing.
Isaac looked at the black-haired man who was being tightly bound by the monster and whose head was hanging low in silence, and felt as if his heart was being torn apart.
He stared intently at Yun Wei and shouted, "Yun Wei, pull yourself together! I haven't even apologized to you yet, you can't give up so easily, do you hear me!"
His voice spread across the vast sky, even causing the heavy clouds to gradually fade away.
However, Yun Wei remained expressionless, not even glancing at him, and remained unmoved.
The majestic king suddenly realized that in just one month, the other party had lost even more weight and was now emaciated.
Ignoring the deep regret in his heart, Isaac gripped the mithril sword tightly in his hand.
He unleashed another full-force attack, his voice heavy with sorrow, "Don't worry, I will definitely get you out of here. If I fail, I will die on the front lines."
"Yun Wei, listen carefully! I, Isaac Moritty Temubranch, am your knight! For life, never to be parted!"
He spoke with such force and conviction that Fahris felt extremely uncomfortable.
For the apostles of the abyss, who live in darkness, the beauty and goodness of the human world are the most tormenting poison.
It easily parried Isaac's attack, but used the tip of its tentacle to lift Yun Wei's chin, and said with wicked mockery, "Look how loyal your lover is. Aren't you going to let out a scream to make this occasion?"
Yun Wei finally opened his eyes.
Those clear, black and white eyes reminded Fahris of the eve of the Red Moon City catastrophe.
They remain blatant and unscrupulous.
"Then please let me 'lament'," the other party said.
His hoarse voice was barely audible, as if he were in extreme pain and began to ramble incoherently.
Fahris did not hear the archmage's ramblings clearly.
In its expectation, Yun Wei should have watched the battered knight weep bitterly, filled with regret.
The other party's reaction was clearly unsatisfactory to him.
He was about to roughly pull out the other person's bones, but suddenly found himself unable to move.
It's not just about the physical body, but also about the soul.
The laws of the heavens are the source that governs everything. The souls of the six apostles are being grasped and held tightly by an invisible hand, about to be weighed on the other side of the scales.
The Abyss Apostle was originally immortal, but at this moment, it smelled the scent of death for the first time.
That aura was simple and calm, a silent roar, the blank space before everything began.
All of this was completely beyond its comprehension.
As arrogant it was before, it is now just as desperate.
It could only scream pitifully, along with its limbs, "Damn Yun Wei, you mage who deserves to be torn to pieces! What the hell have you done now?!"
But Yun Wei completely ignored him.
In his final moments, he mustered all his strength and struggled to turn his head to look at Isaac on the other side of the thick fog.
He was content with just one glance.
"Live well, that's what you need to do."
Finally, he uttered those sentimental words.
His plan might be flawless, but he simply couldn't bear to become a hideous monster in front of Isaac, even though he was already terrifying by now.
Compared to that, he couldn't bear to watch Isaac die in front of him.
He said he loved Isaac.
This relationship is the only thing he can cherish in his life so far.
What he is doing now is putting into practice that final agreement with the other party.
He had originally thought that one day he would have collected enough Soul Beads.
Then, through an ancient transformation array, following the oracle of Kirhona, they rescued the other's blood relatives.
Even by then, he might have already fallen into the abyss and become unrecognizable.
This was originally an agreement between him and O. Oakes.
Now, the apostles have all turned into black slurry, which is being absorbed by the towering oak tree that is shining brightly, so he can rest assured.
The "Open Prayer," which irrigates and purifies the Tower of All Laws, is the prelude to a series of forbidden spells, and all forbidden spells inevitably come at a price.
Fortunately, advanced spells do not require redundant incantations.
He said he "cried out," and he truly did cry out.
In a solemn and dignified declaration, he paid the price with his life, perishing together with Fahris and the string of monsters.
"We must lament at this moment!"
This is true, absolutely true.
His vision gradually dimmed. Isaac seemed to still be saying something, and he looked really disheveled, probably not much better off than him.
Unfortunately, he can no longer hear it.
Those smoky gray eyes of the other person were a beautiful memory he would never forget.
He was already content just to be able to see it one more time.
Farewell, Continent of Zhuyuan.
Farewell, Issa.
My love, my Isaac.
—End of Volume Two, The Book of the Dead—
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