"Get out now!" After realizing that his life was in danger, Borso became more and more angry.
However, no one paid any attention to him, no matter how loudly he shouted.
High in the sky, Eros curled his lips as he looked at Borso who seemed to have broken through his defenses and fallen into madness.
This cunning pirate actually wanted to pretend to be exhausted, hoping that the pirate would let down his guard and even go down to mock him.
You really think he can't see it, right? He can extract vitality, so naturally he can also see the vitality in the target's body.
He has only drawn one tenth of the smoke, with nine tenths left, and yet this guy acts like he is about to die. How exaggerated.
Besides, even if Borso was really exhausted by him, he would not show up until he was absolutely sure.
It should be noted that it is a taboo to declare victory in front of the spring. Eros will not do anything without confidence.
Why not just beat him to death and then taunt him in front of his soul?
As he had the power of the soul, Borso, who had lost his body, could not resist at all.
Borso was roaring madly in the realm of death. He roared for a long time, but when he saw that the only response he got was a series of death cuts, his face became uglier.
This damn guy, why is he so cautious?
Feeling his body getting weaker and weaker, Bolso gritted his teeth and vomited out a statue half the size of his palm from his stomach.
There was no other choice, he had to fight to the death, otherwise he might really be beaten to death here.
Borso held the statue whose face was covered by special materials, and a hint of decisiveness and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.
He tore off the material covering the statue's face, revealing the statue's charming face that looked very pregnant.
Borso closed his eyes, lowered his head, held the statue high in his hands, and knelt in the muddy swamp. He ignored his sinking body and turned a blind eye to the screams around him and the death cuts coming from all directions.
With a solemn and pious look, he began to praise loudly:
"Thorns crawled out of my womb to reshape my spine, and the deformed holy blood soaked every inch of the cracks."
"When the cracks open deep in my throat - may my flesh and blood become the twitching, deformed rose on the altar."
"Praise my kind and loving mother, your pious and humble believer, Borso Srov prays for your gaze."
"Pray for your power, and your followers will give you performances that will please you."
This was his trump card, praying for the attention of the Mother of Distortion. He was unwilling to use it unless it was necessary.
Because the Mother of Distortion's gaze does not distinguish between friend and foe, if he is not careful, he will die under her gaze.
Even if he managed to survive, he would be marked by the Mother of Distortion, and if he did not perform a performance that satisfied Her within a month, his life would be over.
So he really didn't want to use this trump card unless it was necessary.
But now he has no choice, either use it or be beaten to death here.
But what happened next made him stunned.
Because the statue did not respond, the gaze did not fall.
Borso was completely panicked. What on earth was going on? He began to repeat prayers to pray for the attention of the gods.
At this moment, a skeleton guard suddenly floated up from the swamp below, its deep eyes, which were beating with soul fire, stared at Borso, whose legs were completely sunken in the swamp.
"Don't recite it. The god you believe in may not be at home today."
A gentle voice came out of the mouth of the skeleton guard. It was obvious that someone was talking to him through the skeleton guard.
"It's you! It must be you!"
After hearing Eros' words, Borso was stunned for a second, and then he yelled at Eros frantically.
"It's not me, it's not me!" The bone guard shook his head repeatedly, but as soon as he finished speaking, his head was punched away by the furious Bolso in the next second.
For some reason, the original trump card suddenly didn't work, which made Bolso really a little crazy.
Eros stood high in the sky, looking at Borso who was bombarding indiscriminately below, he clicked his tongue, and then increased the force of extracting vitality.
Because Borso had been reciting prayers before, half of his body was trapped in the Death Swamp, which made it increasingly difficult for him to break free from control.
In the mud of the swamp, it seemed as if countless hands were pulling him tightly, preventing him from moving.
Vitality is fading away faster and faster, and the countdown of life has begun.
So, fearing death, Borso made a decision that went against his ancestors and begged for mercy.
He kept begging Eros for mercy, begging Eros to spare his life. He was willing to give everything in exchange for a glimmer of hope.
Eros stood high in the sky, watching the scene calmly, not moved at all.
Compared to the living Borso, he is more useful to me dead.
As for the conditions proposed by Borso, they are stupid. After he dies, can't I get them by searching his soul myself?
There's no need to take such a risk. It's better to kill this guy.
Two more hours passed like this, and as the last ray of life was taken away by himself, Bolso died with a look of unwillingness still on his face.
Under the influence of the power of death, the flesh quickly rotted into a pile of bones, and objects fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, Eros lifted his own death domain and fell beside the skeleton body transformed by Borso.
Eros waved his hand, and Cynthia controlled Erza to transform herself and land next to Eros.
Afterwards, without any movement on her part, a translucent shadow flew out from Borso's skeleton.
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