Chapter 639 Undeserved Mercy

After Ifreni chopped down all the Nightmare Guards around Victor, she directly chopped off Victor's head.

While Victor was blocking the old woman's sword, which was wrapped with the fire of death, he spoke to influence Efreni's mind.

"We are the spirit race, the eldest son of the ancient saint! But look at you, you are actually staying with a group of underdeveloped monkeys, and you are extremely obedient to obey their orders. If Gemo had such an obedient servant as you, Ma Mrs. Les's place must be yours."

"Shut up! You madman who is ruining the future of the Eldar!"

"Ruining the future of the Eldar? Oh haha. My dear little girl, did you make a mistake? It is you who ruin the future of the Eldar. You have abandoned the fine traditions of the empire, and instead regard your fringe culture as Orthodoxy? This makes me sad.”

"I don't think indulgence and slavery are good traditions!"

"Yes. Because you are not a noble who leads the empire. You Ark people are just a group of businessmen trying to make a living in the Spirit Empire, as well as those weak cowards." Victor pointed out the embarrassment of the Ark Spirit clan in one sentence. There, his eyes were filled with the excitement of revealing the truth, and the sharp claws of his hands grasped Efreni's sword.

"If you are willing to join these prophets in a multi-person service, I will be happy to spare your life."

Before Victor could finish his words, his arm was cut off by Thousand Faces, but judging from the performance of his shadow body, this was not even considered an injury to him.

Feeling his body being torn apart by surging psychic lightning, Victor cast a cruel look at the daring prophets, polluting their souls with the most horrific torture fantasies.

The prophets endured the pain and fear, and together they broke out of the psychic cage that restricted Victor's body. The sound of the old woman's swords colliding with each other injected a powerful force of death into their hearts, and these prophets whose hearts almost exploded were left with one breath to survive.

The Thousand Faces shielded Ifreni's figure, allowing her to use the flames of death to destroy the madman's shadow body. Victor first tore apart the cage that restricted his body, and then opened his body in a dangerously large font. Qianmen was stunned for a moment, then stabbed the sharp blade at Victor's head. As a result, a human-shaped shadow suddenly burst out from Victor's body and hit Qianmen's body, turning into a nightmare warrior.

After being stabbed in the chest, Thousand Faces killed Nightmare with a backhand. He tried to continue attacking Victor, but found that the master of conspiracy hooked two fingers at his wound.

Psychic energy mixed with blood was being continuously extracted by Victor. Fortunately, Ifreni's attack interrupted Victor's curse, leaving Qianmeng a chance to breathe.

The two Chosen Ones who endured the power of the gods fought and fought. The power of Death and the Power of Black Muse were like black balls and white balls stuck together.

The sharp claws are pressed against the sword. At this time, it is no longer a competition of so-called fighting skills, but a competition of whose psychic power is more powerful and profound.

"I won't lose! Black Muse is just a little god worshiped by you all! The God of Death is one of the gods of the Pantheon! Victor! You still have the last chance to atone for your sins! I will imprison you in your body Release your fellow Eldar! I can give you a decent death!"

"Haha." Victor smiled and squeezed the spiritual energy in his body as much as possible. His body made of shadows was no longer as solid and dark as before, and was as erratic as a column of smoke curled in the air.

This stalemate was broken by Victor's words. He looked at Ifreni with great emotion, "You feel it in the power of death, right? The real talent that our Eldar race possesses."

"I know the sense of mutuality that is limited by Slaanesh. Under the belief in Death, all of us can hear the voices of others, and all the differences we have disappear without a trace, leaving only the collective. The beauty of giving.”

"Yes. That's right. I thought I could save the Eldar, but I didn't expect you to be the savior. What a pity. I have been working hard for this goal for tens of thousands of years, but in the end I am not as good as you, a little girl who just left the ark."

Victor took a few sharp breaths, and he withdrew the power of Black Muse. Ifreni did not expect this, and the power of death directly destroyed Victor's body, almost killing him directly.

Because of doubts, Ifreni softened her hand.

"Really?"

"Oh. I don't have to lie to you." Victor said to Ifreni with emotion. He could only lie on the ground, waiting for death to come. Ifreni could see the relief and relief on his face. of clarity.

"Why?" Ifreni asked, the flame of the long blade in her hand not removed. She just wanted to ask some questions, rather than choose to let Victor live.

This question has many meanings. It is not only asking about Victor's purpose, but also asking why he is so crazy, which is beyond comprehension.

"You and your compatriots have been blessed by the God of Death, but what about us? We are waiting to die in Gemo. No pain can replace our souls. She is so hungry and greedy. As long as she catches a Dark Eldar They will eat it cleanly. Lacasse is such a great blood pity man. When our clan was on the verge of extinction, he developed the pain replacement method. Unfortunately, this method is of little use. Only by creating new gods can we To prevent her power from seeping out so easily, you did it one step faster than me, congratulations."

"If you had joined Ark earlier, this would not have been the ending. Your life in Gemo would have only made you fall deeper into the abyss."

"Then do you have so many soul stones? As far as I know, the population of Gomor is several times more than your Arks combined."

Victor's question made Ivrenie silent. Soul stones were not abundant in the Ark. If it weren't for the elites going to the dangerous Crone World to search for soul stones, their Ark would not be able to support the threat of Slaanesh for so long.

Victor became weaker, his body was about to dissipate, and he muttered to himself.

"I have news from the God of Laughter. You need to hear it. Marles. Marles."

Ivrenie frowned and took a few steps closer. She first used the power of the God of Death to explore Victor's vitality and confirmed that Victor's spiritual energy was as weak as a candle flame without oxygen. Life was just a mud spot that could be wiped away at will. Ivrenie sighed, not knowing what kind of emotion she was holding in her heart.

Confused? Emotion? Sadness? And pity?

Pity. Wait. Pity?

Evelyne suddenly realized this problem, and when she reacted, she found that she had already helped Victor, who was lying on the ground, onto her kneeling thighs.