Chapter 67: Victory and Defeat, Life and Death
Looking at Soth's stiff expression, Cisse laughed maniacally.
"All of them are dead, dead!"
"Soth, I've only come this far for the sake of your ambition. Now, not only do you want to kill me, but you want to kill all my blood and family. β
"I'm going to make you regret it, definitely!"
Cisse's hateful gaze swept over the faces of the wizards of the Soul House one by one, and his expression changed from fierce and terrifying at first, to finally flat.
Cisse took one last look at the severed arm that had landed in the distance, and the blessing sorcery on it had been activated.
"What a disgusting deception. Cisse muttered to himself.
The blessed witchcraft was surprisingly a corpse bursting.
At the moment when his arm swelled to the extreme, Cisse released a coffin of ice crystals, blocking the blast of the blast's energy.
Although it was only one arm, the energy intensity of the final burst was no weaker than the corpse burst of a third-order apprentice.
Cisse's ice crystal coffin was extremely strong, and the aftermath of the final escape did not cause any harm to the two of them.
"It's a miracle that this undead didn't burst with a corpse to extinguish the soul fire!
Cisse calmly looked at the crumbling Ron, chatting casually like a friend.
Ron nodded, the light on his body dimmed at the same time, and the bone undead and Marais stood at his side, one left and one right.
Cisse's Ice Crystal Coffin was released very casually, and it obviously had plenty of magical power, which made Ron know that even with the blessing of the Truth Echo, he could not be Cisse's opponent at this moment, and even if it wasn't for Cisse's desire to get rid of the blessing of the corpse bursting, the sword of the White Bone Undead might not be able to succeed in sneak attack.
The sooner the echo of truth is dispersed, the less backlash it can bear.
"You have passed my test. "If you don't die halfway through, you're bound to become a full-fledged wizard." β
"Grant me a trivial request, and you will win the final victory. β
Ron looked into Cisse's eyes, and unexpectedly saw a hint of pleading in the thick despair, and for a moment, Ron vaguely guessed what his request would be.
"You say. β
Cisse smiled and looked up at Elvis, who nodded, his lips moved slightly, and then Ron heard his voice.
Cisse's voice sounded directly in Ron's consciousness, and Ron knew it was something he didn't want anyone else to hear.
Cisse's request was as Ron had expected, except for the last piece of information that surprised Ron.
"Don't be surprised, an official wizard will always have some secrets that no one knows. β
Eli ...... I'm coming!"
Cisse's last voice was inaudible, and as soon as he finished speaking, his breath quickly weakened, until he finally lost his breath.
Cisse dragged the gamble of the Soul House and completed the final journey with an ending that no one expected.
The scales of El Lodge began to spin, the angel and demon disappeared at the same time, and after the power was reined in, the deathmatch cage began to slowly rise until it was level with the ground.
The winner is decided.
The ground of the ring was a wet dark red, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was the enemy's or his own flesh, and it was so messy that it covered the entire ground.
Ron stood in the ring and looked around, except for the official wizards who stood tall above the stands, almost all of them were corpses, countless corpses.
In addition to the few seriously injured and unconscious apprentices, this bloody death match left behind nearly a hundred corpses, the bodies of apprentices.
Ron didn't feel the slightest joy of victory, and all the corpses weighed heavily on his heart, silently telling the cruelty of the wizard's path.
"Soth, you've lost. β
Moriago walked slowly into the ring, all the blood stains dissipated silently everywhere he went, and when he stood beside Ron, there was no longer a dull red in the ring, not even the smell of blood in the air.
"All who stand in my way are my enemies, Moriago. Soth stepped forward as well.
"From the moment you choose to go to war with the Tower of Nightmares, we have become enemies. "Moriago is in a fight.
Soth gave Moriago a deep look, then pulled out a storage ring.
The ring arced and landed in Moriago's hand.
"The Soul House is willing to gamble and lose, but this matter will not end like this. β
Soth turned to leave, and a dark shadow emerged from his body and pounced on Cisse's slumped corpse.
In between, the corpse of Cisse's severed arm staggered to his feet, and staggered behind Soth.
"Stop. Ron stepped forward, "That's my trophy." β
Soth paused for a moment, then turned his senses, and the black mist under the hood surged violently.
"Do you know who you're talking to! apprentice!"
The majesty of a wizard has never been to be offended, not to mention that Soth is also the head of the Soul House, a second-order wizard.
"Of course I know, a vanquished. Ron grinned, "Put down my loot and leave." β
If it weren't for Cisse finally giving up his life, the outcome of this deathmatch would be reversed, so Ron knew very well that Soth was angry with Cisse in his heart, so he wouldn't allow Cisse's body to be taken away like this.
What's more important is Cisse's last request, if this corpse falls into the hands of Soth, some unexpected accidents may occur, and for a person who will vent his anger through the corpse, it is possible to underestimate his lower limit no matter what.
"Defeated! Defeated!hahaha!" "Soth suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed, "I, Soth, would be laughed at by an apprentice. β
"I'm not laughing at you, I'm just stating a fact, the vanquished. Ron repeated nonchalantly, "Put down my loot, orβ"
Ron didn't say the last word, but the skeleton had already clearly displayed the consciousness that Ron wanted to express.
It held the Slayer flat with one hand, its sword pointed straight at Soth.
Moriago suddenly stepped forward and blocked Ron behind him, "Soth, this is the Tower of Nightmares, not the House of Souls. β
Dark shadows poured out of Soth's body and hovered around him, and everyone who knew Soth well knew that it was a precursor to his rage.
The furious energy was conceived, but it was finally forcibly suppressed.
Because the last shred of reason reminded Soth that even if there was one more second-order, it would not be a wise choice to fight on the home ground of the Nightmare Tower, let alone Dorothea who was watching from the sidelines.
Soth, Soth stopped pestering Ron and left the ring.
Soth left, but Cisse's body twisted and gave Ron a grim smile.
"Ron, I remember you, we will meet again in the future, and I hope that when we meet again, you are qualified to stand in front of me and speak. β
After speaking, black flames erupted from Cisse's eyes and mouth, and the black flames that rose into the sky were cold and piercing, without a trace of temperature.
It wasn't until Cisse turned into a mass of charred powder that the black flames turned into a black shadow and returned to Soth.
At the same time, the killer made a series of clicking sounds, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into fragments, and at the same time, the right hand of the white bone undead holding the sword was shattered, and the hand bones turned into a pile of fine bone fragments, scattered all over the ground.
"That's the price of offending a second-order wizard?"
Ron lowered his head, muttered to himself, and finally spurted out a mouthful of blood and passed out.
Elvis appeared behind Ron and hugged him at some point, looking at the unconscious Ron, his expression was complicated, and after several times he wanted to speak and stopped, he turned into a deep sigh.