Chapter 30: The Palm Prints of the Evil Night Trick 1
Perslin Rhaegar felt a state of confusion, and the emotions of surprise and fear slowly seeped out of his numb knees after listening to Phoenix's account.
He spoke hoarsely, "Is there really such a person? I know mutants, butβ"
Phoenix cut him off and said categorically: "He is not a mutant, much more than the realm of organic life." β
He shook his head, a look of confusion on his face: "His ability is enough to compete with this universe. He could blast Cole to pieces whenever he wanted toβjust hold up a nonchalant finger. β
Rhaegar grabbed his teacup and took a big gulp. He wiped his mouth, and in an instant his expression was completely calm: "So, in the past few hundred years, the real master is him, and those regents are just his puppets, his toys!" β
Phoenix shook his head: "Not really, those people are truly obedient to him, and his brainwave manipulation technique is not used for his cronies." β
Rhaegar asked, somewhat embarrassed, "Only for those who want to assassinate him?" β
Phoenixk stared at him with staring: "Yes, someone like me. β
Rhaegar subconsciously avoided his sharp gaze: "Maybe this question is too much, but..."
Phoenix Interface: "You want to know, what it's like to be controlled will?" β
Rhaegar said sincerely, "I would like to hear about it." β
The look of confusion that had just now spread again on Phoenix's smooth face, and his empty voice seemed to tell a legend: "During those twenty years, all my thoughts could reach was love and loyalty to him." I love him so much that I can lay down my life for him at any time.
"He skilfully stimulated my instincts and strengthened my military leadership. I became his chief of guard and was promoted to lieutenant general. He made me feel comfortable, happy, and I felt a sweet dizziness in a trance just by remembering that I was working for him. β
His countenance began to twist and wrew, "It's just that all my faithβin fact, my converted faithβfell apart the moment the seal was opened. If I could hate him, I wouldn't be so empty.
"But whenever I remember that moment, the Gacola light I shot through his chest, his slightly painful and sad smile, I can't bear it. Just like a long time ago, he was the only one standing alone in the empty hall, facing me who was approaching him step by step, and his expression was full of pity. β
Rhaegar looked at Phoenix, who was holding his head, and whispered, "Get out of those abominable nightmares and think about your future." The Black Whirlwind group admires you so much, you can reinvent your ideals. β
Phoenix, in fact, was declared to be the late Sigana Wari with a sad smile.
"Reinventing an ideal that has died twice? The reason why I still have a reason to refuse death now is that I am not willing to accept that my life is a moldy question mark; And for your father, my true friend. β
Rhaeggar's brow furrowed without a trace: "However, what are you telling me about this story for?" Didn't you say that he promised you never to set foot in the Kol Realm again? β
Phoenix said solemnly, "Maybe it's my worries, but Metis is the regent he trusts and cares about the most. If he knew that Metis's death was a trick you had secretly played, it was hard to tell if he would break his promise and return to the land to clean up and demand retribution: Leora never shy away from giving something in return. β
Lei Jian smiled: "How could he know?" β
Phoenix looked out the window coldly: "I will definitely not rule out this possibility, because I know what he is capable of." β
Rhaegar looked ashen and struggled to say, "So do you think it's possible for Regina to resist him?" β
Phoenix's smile was very secretive: "If you want to restrain him, you will never be able to do it with external power." β
"Soβ"
"If you want to defeat Light and Ray, you have to find the hole."
"Hollow?"
"It's the weakness of his heart."
Lan Seqi stroked Van Oulin's cheek and said softly, "Comfortable, right?" β
Van Oelin nodded, left Lan Seqi's embrace, and said apologetically, "I have to go, little blue, your clothes..."
Lan Serqi waved his hand casually: "Don't care, Fan, have a good rest." β
Gazing at Van Oelin's fading figure, Lan Serge sighed softly and looked back, only to see her mother's heavy gaze on the stairs.
She was a little puzzled, but saw her mother nodding and said with some pity: "What a good child, but her load is too heavy." β
She looked at her vigorous and nimble daughter lovingly, and beckoned to her: "Xiaolan, come with me to the study." β
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Confused, he watched as Lucifer's face grew with disgust. She was about to ask, when the faint, soft voice came again, "Are you welcome, Lux?" β
Lucifer smiled coldly: "Since you are here, why ask such a boring question?" β
The voice smiled clearly: "You are still as honest as ever." β
She only felt a flower in front of her, and a figure in a pale silver robe appeared in front of her. She looked intently, and the person who came had silver-blue eyes, pale silver hair, and a clear smile.
Suddenly, she felt happy: "Leora..."
Lucifer stretched out his hand to block her path: "It's not Leora. β
Savant was stunned, and Lucifer's voice was as cold as a thousand years of ice: "You take a closer look." β
He stared at it, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable. The original refreshing smile turned out to be more and more obscene, and the clear eyes were full of endless murder and obsession. Suddenly, he knew that this man was not Leora, even though the two looked so similar.
Lucifer's tone was full of unhappiness and hostility: "Croce, why do you appear in front of me when you know that I don't like to see you?" And also use this boring facial realism! β
The visitor, known as Kroce, had a cold look in his eyes, and a flash of lightning suddenly crossed him: "Don't think I'm glad to see you. β
Lucifer said unhappily, "Then what are you doing by jumping in without permission?" β
Croce stretched out his bright red tongue and licked his lips like a gloomy and debauched cat: "I want to come and meet the great Lord of Light." I heard that he refused the paradise offered by Demioki. What's even better is that even you have to be a tutor and guide him step by step, isn't it too rare? β
His gaze was on Savont: "This friend in particular confirms this. β
He didn't know why he was so resentful of this stranger, maybe it was the kind of evil that looked like a god. She tilted her head disdainfully and said disdainfully, "Compared to him, you are like a good product." β
She added bitterly: "And it's bad." β
Lucifer didn't expect her to say such a thing, and he couldn't help laughing: "What a wonderful word, Savant..."
He continued to laugh when he suddenly saw a flash of light shoot straight into his heart. Instinctively, he grabbed her and pulled her over, but the mechanical arm was shot down.
Lucifer was furious, but he saw Croce change his position, pointed to the computer in the navigation center, and said coldly and arrogantly: "If you want to protect her, I have no choice, but the price is this ship." β
Lucifer felt very embarrassed, he really couldn't protect Cavont and at the same time stop the destruction of Croce, who was a supergod of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Layer, not far from his person...
Savant drew her electron gun and aimed it at her foe: "You'd better not act rashly, my shooting rate is as high as nine out of nine." β
Croce smiled contemptuously: "Please, just shoot." β
Babunt said suspiciously, "Are you too?"
Kroetzer smirked: "If you kneel down and kiss my heel, I can forgive you." β
As if he had been hit in the vital point, his face turned pale. Lucifer was furious: "You sinister fool! β
Croce's face sank, and then he smiled coquettishly: "Whatever you want, Demon King." You, a cat controller with no 1 boundary, even the best friend is an Abyssinian cute thing that even cubs will lose, what position do you have to say that I am stupid! I don't have much patience, do you want this ship or this bad boy? β