In the deathly silence, the necromancer's words changed from their previous submissive tone.
“Nicholas, you must be drunk, talking nonsense. How dare you threaten me with these two useless pieces of trash?” Yun Wei lowered his eyes, his voice mocking. “What do you take me for, huh? I’m not some noble saint.”
"Why did I have to forget the most important thing at this crucial moment? Don't forget, I am the infamous necromancer."
The last few words floated lightly, like a hazy mist.
In the dead of night, when there was no moonlight, no one dared to interrupt his low murmurs, no matter how much he rambled on.
Necromancers are the masters of the night.
But as if to confirm what he said, in stark contrast to his nonchalant tone, the necromancer's terrifying mental power swept across the entire space like a tsunami.
The torches that were still burning brightly were suddenly extinguished, light fell and darkness returned, and all the knights were shocked by this overwhelming pressure.
They were bewildered and stunned, like fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others. Only the divine runes fixed on their silver armor shimmered, emitting a faint, eerie glow.
Yun Wei snorted coldly and casually waved his hand. A flash of gray light appeared, and three chilling bone arrows instantly formed, tracing strange arcs as they headed straight for the face of the dragon and the man.
"What a madman." Nicholas curled his lip. He shouldn't have had any expectations of a necromancer's morality. But tonight's mission had undoubtedly failed completely, and he was determined to capture that unreliable silver dragon and silence him.
But this shouldn't be happening now, in front of everyone! How dare he bear the wrath of Dragon Island!
Seeing the sharp arrows approaching, several knights nearby quickly swung their swords to block them.
However, their clumsy reflexes were utterly inadequate against the exceptionally nimble bone arrows. They managed to deflect only two of them, while the last one pierced through the gap between them, grazing Isaac's arm and embedding itself in the ground behind him.
Crimson blood immediately gushed out, staining the torn sleeve a dark shade. The tall man remained silent, his gaze fixed stubbornly on his master not far in front of him, his face filled with desolation and disbelief.
“Look, they’re still alive, not even qualified to be my servants. If you could do it for them, I would be eternally grateful,” Yun Wei mocked contemptuously, raising his chin and not even sparing a glance for his two captured companions.
“…” Nicholas narrowed his eyes. He hadn’t felt this frustrated in a long time. At this moment, he was firmly locked onto by the other party’s chilling mental power. He could even feel invisible tentacles tapping and probing along the seams of his skull, ready to take advantage of any weakness at any moment.
This made him think of "that person," and how similar the sense of dread from the depths of his soul was.
He had to shift his gaze from the two prisoners who were now of no use and re-examine the necromancer in front of him.
Their gazes met in the air, sparking an invisible flame. In the silent standoff, a silent terror slowly eroded the life force of everyone present.
They were an old man and a young man, some sitting and some standing.
One of them was reserved and cautious, while the other was arrogant and rampant.
I don't know how much time passed, or perhaps time slowed down.
"Utterly boring." Yun Wei finally lost his patience and slowly closed his eyelids.
His actions were nothing but a bluff. He had absolutely no chance of winning against the Papacy.
He only wanted to buy some time, to give those two even the slightest chance of survival. But as time went on, they would gradually regain their senses, and at that moment, he would be roasted alive by the sacred fire, leaving no trace of his death.
Along with Isaac, who was bound by that damned contract.
He didn't dare look at Isaac at all.
Even though he was lying, his heart was breaking.
He himself had been hurt by words, and no one understood the power of words better than him.
It seems that he is hurting Isaac time and time again, Isaac who is so loyal to him, Isaac who is so deeply in love with him.
Fuck it, please!
To hell with protecting the Continent of Elements!
He hated it so much.
If he is destined to die this night, then he will curse everything on the continent of Zhuyuan with the most vicious malice.
If hatred is a power, then he would want to tear everyone who has hurt Isaac, including himself, to pieces, burn them alive, and condemn them to eternal damnation in agony.
He saw absolutely no chance of survival, and at this moment, his only hope was not to drag Isaac down with him anymore.
Admittedly, Nicholas's use of mental power had some inspiration for him, but now was not the time for practice. Right now, it seemed he only had one path left:
He destroyed his own soul in a near-self-immolation manner, forcibly breaking the contract with Isaac.
Contracts are laws derived from higher planes. Even in the most advanced planes, contracts inevitably have a place.
A contract is the act of keeping one's word; it is both a shackle that imprisons freedom and a pledge of allegiance to the highest mystery of the universe.
How can humans, who come from the lowest plane of existence and are so insignificant, challenge the most fundamental laws of the universe?
But in Yunwei's spiritual sea, he resolutely stirred up the waves and launched his first charge towards that indestructible monument.
The force of the recoil made a metallic taste rise in his throat, but Yun Wei clenched his fist tightly. His fingernails dug into the wound on his palm, and the bone-scratching pain kept him awake, preventing him from fainting on the spot.
Drops of blood trickled down his fingers, staining the moon-white robe and splashing out like tiny red plum blossoms.
In reality, the spiritual power that dominated the entire space also stirred up a turbulent vortex, causing everyone to stumble amidst the irregular tremors.
The knights seemed to be standing on a narrow sampan, which was steadily and slowly moving towards an unfathomable abyss ahead.
Even so, Yun Wei was still unwilling to give up.
A wisp of pure spiritual energy condensed behind his head, transforming into thorny vines that coiled towards the upright old man.
"God's salvation!" Nicholas shouted immediately.
He threw the scripture in his hand, but it seemed to be lifted by an invisible divine force, slowly floating in mid-air. The pages turned with a rustling sound, shining brightly, as if countless devout chants were coming from the void, majestic, solemn, and respectful.
In the darkness, the compassionate bishop seemed to be protected by a layer of shimmering light within an eggshell. The thorns formed from his spiritual power were like invisible walls, so close yet so far, yet utterly insurmountable.
"Oh, Lord of Light, bless you! Poor heretic, is this all you've got?"
With the sacred artifact in hand, safety is assured.
Under the dazzling divine light, Nicholas's compassionate face faintly revealed a sinister and venomous look, and he returned Yun Wei's earlier mockery exactly as it was.
He had already sensed the other party's intention to die together with him, so he prepared to strike first.
Only then did he realize that the other party was already out of breath and had been making empty threats and bluffing.
But he fell for it.
That despicable and cunning necromancer had actually manipulated him like a puppet! Thinking of this, Nicholas's face twisted completely.
He was determined to utterly destroy the other party and avenge his previous humiliation.
But at that moment, a silent shadow suddenly appeared beside him, its sharp blade reflecting a dazzling divine light, and it launched an attack on him with four completely different sword intents.
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