As soon as the candlelight went out, a trace of cold mist floated from the scorched black candlestick, faintly and slowly, rising into the darkness.

In the silence of the darkness, the sighing voice of the Pale Lord rang out, and the sharp iron blade slashed across the ground with a discordant chirp.

+ What do you want to do, kill the Dead? +

It was as if in a dark corner, the whispers of crawling insects appeared from the hazy fog, and the cold and dead words seemed to rise from the listener's spine, giving goosebumps to rise.

Horus chuckled, and as if annoyed, he flicked his claws wildly, and the white mist drifted feebly through the cracks of his claws.

[Are you only going to use this kind of deception? 】

Motarian chuckled lowly,

+ No match for you,+

He said, + At least I know where my strength comes from – Horus, do you know whose gift you are receiving now? +

The Great Khan intervened in time for the conversation between them, and the original body of the white scar, armed with the white tiger scimitar, cautiously bent down in the mist, and the white mist rose around him, like a tall grass on the master of the Gauris, providing him with cover.

[Horus, you are not what you used to be,]

The Khan cautiously said, "Surrender, you need to rest. 】

Khan watched, he watched as Horus's face twisted, literally distorted into an inhuman shape - the power of words was so great that it succeeded in angering Horus,

【You,】

Horus gasped, his eyes burning with rage, "Do you still think I'm wrong? 】

The war commander, the war commander of the First Empire, opened his arms, he stared at the Khan,

[You're a traitor, Khan, you have your own place in the empire - you're really willing to abandon it and ...... with one]

【A ......】

Horus looked at the scythe in the fog, and the warlord who had just been talking was silent, his words paused for a moment, as if looking for a suitable adjective.

His momentary silence angered Motarian, or perhaps perhaps the Pale Lord had already made up his mind at this moment, and the scythe cracked through the air, heading straight for Horus's head!

Throat!

A brief pop and sparkle bloom, followed by a dazzling second blow! Third Strike! Torrential rain and wind accompanied by swords and swords, and the dimly lit room lit up with dazzling flashes!

Another tooth-barren-like metal tear sounded, and the scythe slammed its side opened, and the ashes on it shook open, and crimson blood splattered through the air like beads of silver-white metal, and was silently swallowed up by the white mist.

Horus grinned, he shook off his numb hand, a slight scar on his face, but he was sure he had done it too, and his giant claws managed to send a blocked touch.

Even though there was no blood torn from his blade, Horus was not discouraged - Motarian did not look like he still had drops of blood flowing from his blade.

He looked at the being in the fog, and Horus was briefly stunned for a moment when he realized that he couldn't see Motarian clearly, but then he realized that it was a symbol of Motarion's deception.

He is afraid of you, and therefore does not want to fully manifest himself from his realm.

Yes, all the while, Horus and Khan, whose torsos were still in the physical world, realized that the space they were now treading on was not solid earth, at least, in a sense, half of their feet were in the realm of the Pale Lord—and the Storm Prophet should have summoned him as if he had summoned demons,

It's like summoning a demon.

As soon as he thought of this, Horus couldn't stop laughing, what face did they have to accuse you? He still fought on his fleet, the sword in his hand, and his warriors, but what about Motarian?

He sighed and sighed at the Khan's confusion, Chagatai had a chance to become a powerful general under him, and this primordial who had been marginalized by the empire had a chance to become a great man for the restoration of the empire.

But after witnessing Motarian with his own eyes, he did not hesitate to choose to fall to Motarian.

Horus was puzzled, even the most delirious creatures, if they still had some sanity, they should not choose to trust Motarian - was that what humans could accept?

Are you angry? 】

Horus quipped,

[Look at you, Motarian, I almost don't recognize you.] 】

Another scythe in response to him! Horus smiled and dodged, and the scythe passed by.

+I just hope to survive......+

Motarian gasped, he seemed to stop gasping in pain all the time, and as he breathed, the all-devouring white mist spat out of his mouth and nose,

+ You don't know ...... +

+ To be alive – what it feels like to be alive for the sake of your own consciousness, Horus. +

Mortarian said, feeling the blood of Horus, the wings behind his back trembling lightly, and the sparkling powder falling from above, the substances extracted from the blood of Horus slowly but surely exerting their effects,

+ I sympathize with you, +

+ Because I know what it's like to be watched...... But you...... You had a chance to be liberated by death, right? +

Horus coughed violently, and he tried to continue the attack in annoyance, but the Khan, who had been dormant, struck like a tiger, and the Great Khan's knife slammed into Horus's throat with precision and speed, and his trusted friend still wanted to bring him a dignified departure.

At the same time, Motarian's scythe fell again—

Bang!!!

The whole room shook violently suddenly, causing the Great Khan's knife to shift slightly, and Horus blocked the Khan, and immediately met Motarion's scythe!

Blood spilled from the corners of Horus's mouth, he looked shaky, but he looked bigger, and the darkness that had shrouded the house began to swell again, and they had been watching in silence, but they didn't want to make too many moves—

But they can't lose Horus either.

The mist rolled, and Motarian lowered his scythe in silence, his figure becoming unstable......

The Pale Lord's gaze was fixed on Horus, as if he was measuring something.

Horus struggled, his near-death cough, his whispering of something or resistant, or crazy words pouring out of his mouth.

Motarian stared at Horus, and he had a vague respect for him—perhaps they should all put an end to the farce.

Originally, they all had a chance to end.

As long as you name that word......

As long as you pronounce it...... Then Pandora's box will be opened......

This familiar word has an amazing magic, the loss it consumes is simply not proportional to the gain, it only takes a summon, you only need to prepare a jade burning heart-

His lips trembled,

Motarian felt his heart pound in his chest, did he still have such an organ as a heart?

But in the end, he remembered the words of the damned Machado,

"You need to think about the galaxy, Motarian."

The eyes under the hood were tired and serious, and he pressed his crooked scepter against Motarian's breastplate,

"You can't be willful anymore - we don't have your wayward ransom anymore."

+…… Time to go. +

Motarian's whisper drifted softly into the Khan's ears—

+ They reacted. +

None! Sorry, my roommate also collapsed today, and I accompanied her to the hospital

(End of chapter)