The black shadow did not form a new law in the air, but locked in Esther's direction, turning into a tiny drop of water and flying towards her.

A strange atmosphere permeated it, and even the majesty of the "king" was far weaker than it, and it was concealed by such a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

The aura was not heavy, nor did it bring intense fear, but was so soft that it was not intimidating—the moment it revealed its existence, it reminded Esther of a quiet and peaceful nap after saying goodbye to her busy life, or a lullaby humming by a nightingale, whispering and urging one to let down one's guard and step into that last peace sooner.

It's just that the water droplets have just appeared, and for a moment that they are so short that they don't stay on the clock scale, many thoughts faintly flow through Esther's consciousness.

The silver river shines out in the distance, like an absolute, indifferent bystander, and all the images quickly dissolve in its encirclement, passing before Esther's eyes, and finally nothing stops. Before she could catch the flashes of marquee, the sand had slipped through the hourglass, only to be delayed for a tail that seeped out another bloody trail.

Eventually, it all froze on one face, but to Esther's surprise, it wasn't anyone else who was revealed, not the people she guessed might see, but "herself."

It was the face of "Li Xing", which should have been frozen in a peaceful sleep and would never wake up again, but at this moment, he gradually opened his eyes, and a black tear flowed out of his black eyes mixed with a little brown.

"Li Xing" lips moved slightly, and Esther had to use the ability to decrypt before analyzing the Chinese words spoken by "Li Xing" through lip movements:

"Thieves, liars...... My ......"

"Li Xing" couldn't say the last sentence, so she closed her eyes again, and black tears slowly dripped down her cheeks.

Esther knew what the second half of the sentence should be, "my life".

Just as she was about to say something, Esther felt a choking pain coming from the back of her head, which made the phantom in front of her suddenly blur, leaving only the tears that fell from "Li Xing", which was constantly approaching Esther's clear vision.

All the illusory images converge and condense back into that little bit of black, embodied "death".

What is this, warning? Threat? Or is it a deliberate drive from me? If I want to shake my self-awareness, this little thing is not enough......

Esther thought indifferently in her heart, but the appearance of the face belonging to "Li Xing" in front of her still made her feel extremely uncomfortable.

What made Esther care more were the fragments that she couldn't remember clearly.

Because Esther came back to her senses one step earlier, the black droplets of water did not fall on top of her head, but were shrouded in a large meteor-like point of light.

As the silver symbols continued to swing in the trail of light points, the speed of the water droplets flew forward more and more slowly, until a shell emitting light condensed and formed, enveloping the black water droplets from the outside to the inside, and finally fixed into crystals with a shimmering light, and in the gray medium on the outside, there were constantly rings emerging and dissipating, trapping the black water droplets in the middle.

However, just as Esther raised her left hand and tried to catch the crystal stone, the power that had just been sealed in the "cycle" disappeared under her nose.

You don't have to think about it to know who did it, you don't do anything at all, but stealing things at this time is so quick and simple!

Asther was annoyed, but she quickly flipped her left hand, clenched it behind her, and pinched it at the crucial moment, she stole the will of the "king" to attack.

The two-colored dagger was almost on the back of Esther's neck, but it stopped in the air, and if she hadn't solved that little trouble in time, she would have suffered a fatal wound that would have been difficult to move.

"Dealing with ......"

"Execution?" Esther said with a smile, easily using stealing again, snatching away the words blurted out by "The King" before distancing herself again, this time not standing on the ground again, but letting her body float lightly in the air, "distorting" the direction of gravity, she didn't even need to "steal" as often.

The space recognized "Twist" far more than any other extraordinary power, and when Esther realized this, she closed her left hand towards the "King" again, but she was unable to steal any other abilities.

The King let out a low roar, and though he didn't spit out any new words, his roar sent a violent wave of wind and waves, and invisible whips twitched around the space.

Esther "twisted" all the floggings that approached and hurt her, "tricked" them into working on their targets, and she left them to chance, leaving them all in the hands of the "king".

The armor on the man's body made him not afraid of such an invisible beating, and the blood mark that fell on his face dimmed the golden brilliance in his eyes a little.

Even if Esther didn't do this, his body wouldn't be able to support it for long, and the dagger would only have a limited erosion of the "king", and it would only be able to gain the upper hand for a short time when the other side took the initiative to back down.

The inverted pyramid is a stairway to "death", a structure that the "king" has consciously or unintentionally shaped, which has left an interaction with another force, establishing a deeper connection.

So he's been suppressing that dagger, not just out of duty, but also out of an instinct of rejection?

Esther threw out the claw knife with her hand, and at the same time launched the "twist", the light claw knife made a sharp sound of breaking through the air, instantly entrained with the momentum of a cannonball, pierced through the air with a "crackling" sound, and fell straight in the direction of the "king".

The "King" quickly raised the short sword in his hand, but as Ritsu was about to blurt it out, his mouth snapped shut and bit the tip of his tongue.

Esther frowned and grasped it again, and "stole" the claw knife that had passed straight through the "king's" right shoulder back into her hand, and there was not even any blood on the outside of the blade, leaving only a thin layer of sticky carrion, which quickly fell off the surface of "Logan's claws" with a slight shake of Esther.

The whipping that sounded one after another in the entire space quickly dissipated, the right hand of the "king" hung down weakly, and his left hand holding the short sword was also trembling slightly, although it was still aimed in the direction of Esther, but the golden light and black light outside the sword body were slowly fading at the same time.

Esther then fell back to the ground, and she walked slowly to the opposite side of the King, a few meters away, looking at the tip of the sword that followed her steps.

When the "king" raised his head, the golden light under his eyes had faded, and he pulled the corners of his mouth helplessly, and then let out a retching sound, but instead of blood, he spit out the same black sludge.

So that's the case, it turns out that I am long dead, and there should be nothing left.

The "King" thought in a trance, letting the cold sensation kiss his heavy eyelids, seeping into his spirit from the outside in, bringing with him the last moment of silent perception, as if he were falling, as if he were soaking in cold water.

The quiet black spread through the King's eyes, crawling out of the pupils like a mass of multiplying slime.

The "king's" left hand holding the sword gradually drooped, and his body lost the strength to support himself to stand upright because of the realization of "death", and he knelt on the ground with a "plop".

Esther watched the scene silently, she wasn't sure if the toxin of Logan's Claws had done its due intensifying effect, it was the delaying tactic she had expected, but now it seemed ......

Her plans never kept up with the changes.

The "King" spat out the liquid in his mouth fiercely, his body like a dried corpse deflated by lack of water, but the eyes that were still bright revealed a contemplation that made Esther full of alertness—there was only darkness left in it.

Esther's heart suddenly began to beat faster, it was just a subtle tap of spiritual intuition, although it did not mean that there was danger, but it also said that she would not like what happened next, which made Esther quickly mentally prepared.

Although the "king" sat on his knees, when he straightened up, he still had the pride of sitting on the "stone mound's throne", and his indifferent eyes seemed to have completely changed to another person.

The feeling of lifelessness became more apparent as he spoke, he was not speaking any of the languages Esther had systematically learned, but she understood:

"You've broken our promise...... The embodiment of fate. ”

"I don't remember any engagements."

Esther replied calmly in the Guphosak language, and she was telling the truth, which Amun, who had hidden, could hear.

The whites of the "King's" eyes were completely covered with black, and his cheeks, which were tense from pain, gradually relaxed:

"You are only forgotten that the end is ...... to be able to liberate ......"

The corners of the King's tattered mouth lifted up, tugging at his rapidly dry, dehydrated skin, revealing a wrinkled, fragile laugh like a walnut skin:

"You think you'll be able to escape from our fate?"

"Haha, is this the curse from 'death'? Nothing new, I thought you'd have something more vicious to say. ”

Just listening to Esther's voice, she was indeed laughing, but there was no smile on her face.

Aggregate ...... One day......"

"Whoever you are, I'm pretty sure you've mistaken someone." Esther replied firmly.

"You can't escape...... Second ......"

The black eyes suddenly rolled white, and the spirit trapped in the body disappeared along with it.

Esther understands that the dead are dead after all.

She walked towards the body of the King, each step heavy as if she were stepping on an invisible pile of corpses.

The stone dagger finally broke off from the "king's" withered and boneless hands, and smashed into the ground with a muffled sound.

It brought the curtain down on this brief exchange, like the dice falling, but there is no winner or loser.