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Looking at the behemoth of the sun troll in front of him, Vincent was silent for a moment, not speaking.

Having drunk the liquid of gold, he could understand the language spoken by the sun troll.

Before, he was prepared to not be able to break through successfully, sure enough, even if dozens of bloodlines were mixed together, they could not change their inferior nature, in his sea of consciousness, even if all the vitality was burned, he could not condense a sun, and now it was just a starlight that was condensed together, even if he could use spells, but it was not the sun at all.

Moreover, even if it can be condensed, it is useless, because those bloodlines are too inferior, and even if there are many of them, they cannot give birth to new vitality at all.

As the sun troll says, he really has only one day left to live.

In this case, how valuable is the blood of the sun troll?

As long as he accepts this bloodline, he will be able to condense his spell sun instantly, and because of the bloodline, his mana sun will be far better than the sun of other warlocks!

At that moment, Vincent almost agreed, but was shaken by the condition that he wanted to believe in the god and demon.

He knew that in the realm of warlocks, the so-called faith was not faith in the ordinary sense.

That kind of belief requires oneself to contribute one's own qiē to the gods, and from then on, it is a dog after the gods, and there is no room for any choice. Even if you are sent to death to become cannon fodder, you have to go, even when you are happy with others, you have to obey the orders of the gods.

Because as long as you choose faith, the soul and body will be divine things, and there is no possibility of rebellion in the future.

If that's the case, what's the point of becoming a Black Iron Realm?

Completely become someone else's puppet, kneel and lick to gain strength, and even the body is not under his control, is he still the same person who struggled all the way through?

What was the purpose of the crazy survival effort when he got that alchemy notebook in the first place?

Vincent was at a loss.

His gaze glanced at the Imperial Capital, a bustling human city ravaged by the Sun Trolls, and now completely unrecognizable, lost in fear and death, the cries of humans were everywhere above the city, far away from him, but still faintly audible.

Do you really want to choose to become a god and demon believer who cruelly kills the human race in order to make a living?

After waiting for a few seconds, he smiled inexplicably.

"Actually, you know what? I've heard the question of "Are you going to be a coward for the rest of your life, or are you going to be a hero for a few minutes?" I was so skewed up at the time that I didn't think there was any point in answering, but now I know the answer. ”

Looking up at his face, his mood was unusually calm, facing the huge sun troll, under the huge figure more than twenty meters high, his body appeared very small, almost dust.

"My answer is, I don't think I can be a hero, but I can be myself. ”

"I haven't been a warlock for a long time, only half a year, it's a short time, and the process is very hard, I haven't enjoyed it, but I don't have a grudge in my heart. Because this is the path I have chosen, I yearn for a free life, I yearn for a better future, although in the process, I have killed many, many people, but I have a clear conscience, because I did not violate my own inner rules, those people, should be killed. ”

The sun troll looked at the humans in front of him and felt that something was wrong.

As a mythical creature, it could understand the words of the humans in front of it, and it was a little annoyed by such babbling words, and it spoke.

"Humble human, what about your choice?"

"Ah, as you say, humans are very humble creatures, and I am one of them. However, I feel that the most rare thing about being a human being is that I have been through so much and I am still myself. For survival and strength, I lost many, many things, sympathy, pity...... However, there are some things that I would rather die than choose to discard, such as saying—"

"Freedom. ”

With a flash in Vincent's hand, a black knife appeared, and under the reflection of the sun, the blade flashed with a sharp cold light, and the words were sonorous.

"So, I'm only a human, not a dog. ”

With the spell of the Frost Ring in his heart, his eyes suddenly became cold, and he roared angrily, holding a blade in his hand, kicking the ground with his feet, and rushing forward.

"Come on, if you have a kind, come and kill me!"

From a distant vantage point, a tiny creature wields a blade and a flood of frost around it, rushing towards the mountain-like behemoth with a death-like impact.

What courage does it take?

"Damn reptile, how dare you reject my choice?"

The sun troll roared angrily, and at the same time, there was a sharp pain in the forefoot, and it was actually slashed by the warlock on the original wound, and immediately fanned it with a claw, blasting it dozens of meters away, hitting a gray-white house.

With its rigid body, it would not have been cut by the blade at all, but now the wounds on its body have not healed, and now it was inserted into the wound, giving birth to pain.

However, this did not cause damage to it.

The bloodline gives it a powerful body, and this kind of knife insertion has no meaning to hurt at all.

"I'm going to shred you, stupid crawler!"

Teromeis roared in rage, running rampant in the imperial capital, blasting countless broken stones, and frantically rushing towards the bald boy who was knocked away by it.

"Ahem. ”

Vincent spat out a mouthful of blood and got up from the rubble he had smashed into, his body was in great pain, but it was nothing serious, and it didn't affect his movements.

Even if there is only one day left to live because of the failure of the promotion, it also means that the remaining vitality bursts out on this day, plus those dozens of bloodlines make the vitality thicker, and as a result, the body's patience and tenacity are far better than before, so it was not slapped to death.

Seeing the other party attacking, Vincent easily popped a bottle of liquid containing dead air, visualized the demon god, replenished his mana, and then frantically began to cast the Frost Ring, the cold danced, creating a frost land nearby.

However, Tairomes's body was too domineering, and with a single rush, it shattered the frost that swept through the air, and at one point knocked Vincent dozens of meters away, shattering a huge building on the way.

"You stupid human dare to refuse me?"

Tyromis even had the idea of directly using the power of the bloodline to tear it apart, but its soul and body were seriously injured, and if it was forcibly used, it would only hurt itself and even die directly, so he gave up.

Besides, if Vincent is killed like that, how can he vent the hatred in his heart?

It's going to tear him apart alive!

"Am I stupid?"

Enduring the pain all over his body, he got up again, Vincent muttered.

Immediately, a faint smile appeared on his face, and his clothes were already torn, so he simply ripped them off, revealing his knotted muscles.

"Perhaps, but even if it's the last day of my life, I'm still me. ”

Half-naked, the boy howled wildly, holding a black knife as black as ink, and his shiny bald head looked particularly strong, and rushed angrily in the direction of the sun troll.

"I'm free!"