Until Esther got closer and closer, the man sitting on the low stone pier still didn't react, and if it weren't for the fact that his shoulders were still slightly heaving with his breathing, it looked like he had been dead for many years, leaving only a corpse that had not completely decayed.

Esther stopped in front of him, and just as she couldn't decide how to speak, the man's neck slowly tilted back, and it seemed that it had taken a great effort to change the movements that had been rigid for years.

He didn't say anything, his gray-green eyes, which had no fluctuations at all, looked back at Esther's sad eyes, and seemed to be staring at nothing, still immersed in the illusion that could not end, and was only numb to what was happening in the outside world.

There was a very crisp cracking sound when the man opened his jaw, and he opened his mouth half-open, as if he wanted to say something, but he never made a sound.

Esther only frowned at this: "You are their king?" ”

Somewhere in the man's face, there was another cracking sound, a small moan slurred from the base of his tongue, but not organized into any sentences, he seemed to be gradually adjusting to his body, closed his mouth again, and nodded in a very slow voice.

He still retains his self-awareness?

Combined with what had happened before, Esther had a further guess as to why the man didn't speak—every word he uttered would naturally become the new "law" here.

Although the man looked weak, he still remembered this and showed a considerable degree of self-discipline, even suppressing the hostility of the space towards me...... His mind was still clear, which was quite rare.

But in such a state, can he be trusted?

Esther knew very well in her heart that the sealed "spirits" she had seen before were far from having such a complete and clear thinking ability.

The pair of glass balls, closer to dust, had a stiff and lifeless rigidity, but after the man turned his face sideways, his eyes were fixed on the direction of Esther's right hand, looking at her clenched claw.

There was something rare in the eyes of this "king", and it was a little clear longing.

Esther lifted Logan's Claws, though she didn't like the foreseeable developments that followed.

The King's eyelids twitched, and from the slit in his cheek came a muffled moan:

"Bring ...... Death? ”

A black air stream swept up from the "king's" side, but because it lost the "order" to support further action, it fell lightly and disappeared.

At the moment when he spoke, Esther's left hand was closed, but no blood oozed from the severed palm, only a faint sand of light continued to flow from between his fingers.

After the wound healed on its own, the space tried to rob Esther of the special connection of her blood before she redivided it.

After thinking about it for a few moments, Esther quickly made up her mind to launch the "stealing" at the moment when the other party spoke—her actions were also tricky, as Esther stole the connection between the words of the "king" and the "law" of the place, but this connection would fall on her.

Although there was no way to assimilate Esther, limiting the power of the "king" still caused damage to Esther.

But it was the same as Esther had expected, that he, or he, was not fully self-aware, otherwise what she had to deal with before would have included another will that wanted to erode her, rather than an instinct that simply longed to converge.

The "King" seemed to sense something, his originally gloomy eyes were a little brighter, and he moved his jaw again, and for the first time after a long time of not being able to speak, he tried so hard to make a sound, trying to spit out more fragmentary words:

"I can't, leave, here...... Gotta leave ......"

Esther took a deep breath, "If you need it, I can help you with this...... It can help you get free. ”

When she said the last word, she also subconsciously lowered her voice.

The "king's" chest throbbed violently, he let out a coughing choked laugh, but the gray dead silence under his eyes became heavier and heavier, gradually turning to darkness: "Relief? ”

Esther's demeanor became even more indifferent, and as she expected, the will of the "King" was at a stalemate under the influence of both parties.

She calmly responded, "Well, death. ”

The "King's" cheeks were pulled up to the sides, as if someone had grabbed the corners of his mouth, revealing the pale gums, and more and more black shadows overshadowed his gray-green eyes, crawling towards his cheeks, and strange black patterns gradually spreading.

There was a little more pain in his breath, but his tone was calm: "No one can, escape...... You too, the same. ”

The indifference on Esther's face froze for a moment, and then she also laughed: "It's a pity that I'm more familiar with 'Accident'. ”

Immediately after, a little light rose under her eyes: "Haven't you been guarding your 'people'?" Did you just give up? ”

The King's eyes suddenly became intense, the darkness faded away, the rotten scar on his cheek was torn again by opening his mouth, and he roared in an even hoarser voice:

"Leave, hurry up!"

After shouting the warning words, the "King" suddenly let out an irrepressible howl of pain.

But even as the body trembled, and the rotten marks on the exposed cheeks became deep, as if further corroded by an invisible force, the man's hands pressed tightly against the top of the ancient stone dagger without any movement.

He has been devoting all his strength to maintaining this movement, and how long has he held on?

Esther took another step in the direction of the man, and at the moment when her spiritual intuition gave her warning, her right hand was casually raised.

"Bell—"

Logan's Claws collided with a shadow in the air, sending out a burst of golden ripples.

Esther's indifferent gaze turned to the attacker, her brow furrowed slightly, but there was a condescending compassion in her pale eyes—perhaps Esther herself would not realize that her attitude at this moment was similar to that of "Adam".

The attacker was not a third person, but a figure made of pure darkness, which looked as if it had just been copied from the "king", whether it was the shape of the torn armor or the height of the man's body.

Including the short sword in the man's hand, it is better to say that such a golden sword body looks more attention-grabbing.

The claw knife in Esther's hand spun around, but its figure appeared a few meters away, and at the same time, it was far away from the direction of the "king" and the shadow.

She didn't have much to dodge, and head-on combat wasn't the "Thief's' forte", and Esther thought about further countermeasures.