In front of the enraged Mark, everyone fell silent.

That may not be true.

It would be more accurate to say that right before his eyes, all the Ash Men roared, and a terrible alienation occurred.

Their eyeballs clucked and crystallized, revealing a thin layer of dim yellow crystals.

Their joints were pierced with sharp, translucent spikes, and their spines were raised high, and their backs were bent as a result. Their skin quickly dehydrated and withered, turning a dark red like magma.

They raised their heads and stared at their former revered spiritual guide, their expressionless faces full of malice.

The horse was visible, but not the slightest fear.

"Come on! Monsters! ”

He roared, staring at the monster-like ashes like a trapped wolf, and roared in a low voice: "Kill me if you have the ability!" Bastards! ”

He slowly drew his steel whip burning with filthy flames, his hideous face full of murderous intent.

Probably unable to bear the pressure, one of the closest ash men to him finally couldn't bear it anymore and pounced on Marco.

However, before he could rush to Marco's side, he was struck directly in the chest with a whip. Immediately, the man's ribcage deflated, and fragments of broken crystals were scattered all over the ground.

Their immortality was of no use in the slightest, as if they had been ignored by Marco.

At the moment when Marco attacked, three more Ash Men rushed forward.

The crystal spikes that popped out of their fingers and elbows were enough to kill someone with a single blow, and with their lightning speed that could not be caught by the naked eye, it was not impossible for them to defeat even a hundred if they were not facing Mark.

However, they happened to be facing Marco.

The steel whip that burned with filthy flames came first, dragging on the ground with a piercing sound of metal grinding, and then flashed through the air like lightning speed.

With a shrill whistling sound, the three Ash Men with tough skin as hard as a mountain were struck in the chest by a tremendous force. Marco's blow smashed their bodies in two in mid-air, and faint yellow dirty blood splattered out in all directions, soaking Marco's robe in an instant.

Probably intimidated by Marco's power, the remaining alienated Ash Men did not continue to pounce on them to die. They were just staring at Marco menacingly like hungry wild dogs, while the other was silently backing away.

But Mark didn't stop there.

He cried out, "Come out, Windtalker! ”

"I know you're here!"

However, after Marco finished calling, there was a dead silence and nothing happened.

"If you don't come out, do you......"

The corners of Marco's mouth rose in disdain, and he took a few steps in a certain direction.

Then, without warning, Marco raised his hand and swung the steel whip, which was whipped into the air directly in front of him.

But his steel whip didn't swing.

As soon as his steel whip was raised, a raging hurricane erupted in front of him.

The hurricane rattled Marco's robes and slid his feet back slightly on the ground.

That's not just a hurricane, it's "repelling" itself. Even Marco simply couldn't stay completely immobile in this level of power.

Marco watched the hurricane dissipate for a long time, revealing the people hiding in the air.

That's the Wind Whisperer. An elemental prince in the destroyed elemental plane.

Unlike his brothers, who were always bloodless and tearless, the Windtalker had long ago acquired human emotions.

-- Or rather, to get the emotion of being a dusk believer.

"Sure enough, it's you!"

Seeing the Wind Whisperer appear in front of him after a long time, Marco was not surprised at all.

He just yelled at the Windtalker, "What are you going to do this guy again!" ”

"It's what you're going to do!"

Not to be outdone, the Windtalker replied, "Are you going to betray Higgs?!" ”

"What about betrayal!"

Marco sneered, "I've never had faith in Higgs - I'm not a twilight follower like you who has fallen into the abyss. ”

"I'm human - again, I'm human! What kind of identity I was in my past life has nothing to do with me. I just have to remember that I am human...... Even if my appearance changes, I'll always be human. ”

"Don't lie to yourself, Marco."

The Windwhisperer whispered, "You yourself know that this world will eventually be destroyed. Roland: He's just dying. The world has been destroyed, and even if he kills you, and kills me, and kills all his dependents, he can't kill Dusk - in the end, he can't change anything, and all the miracles he does are nothing but nothing, and have no meaning. ”

"- So what?"

Marco asked with an expressionless face, "Even if it doesn't make sense...... But, so what? ”

“…… What are you talking about. ”

This time, it was the Wind Whisperer who showed a surprised look.

And Marco asked sonorously: "I ask you, even if Roland can't change anything, even if the final outcome is doomed...... But, so what? ”

"Even if fate is doomed, even if there is no possibility of changing the ending, even if everything is so desperate, human beings still do not give up even a glimmer of opportunity, will not give up a little hope, and resist with all their might - even if all struggles are just mantis arms as a car, as long as you struggle with the consciousness that it doesn't matter if you sacrifice yourself, even if you can't change the cruel fate, everything will eventually become a little better."

Marco said sonorously: "I think that this kind of tenacious and unyielding will, this courage to die willingly, is the most precious thing about human beings." ”

"Yes - I love human beings, and I am proud to be human. I'm nothing but a human. ”

"I live as a human being and die as a human being. My will is free until I die! I have chosen the path of ashes by my own will, and I have chosen to be the enemy of Roland by my own will, so now I will choose to perish with my own will—"

At this point, the Windtalker had fallen into complete silence. It wasn't that he was convinced, but he realized that it was impossible for him to convince Mark.

By this time, Marco's cheek had cracked open in his agitation, revealing the scorching lava within.

"Listen up, Wind Whisperer! I'm Marco, I'm Marco the Ashen Lord - I'm responsible for these children! I will never let their defiled bodies from here do what they hated in their lifetime! ”

He roared like thunder and rumbled.

There was ash in his eyes shining - (To be continued.) )