Chapter 1463: An Actor
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Chapter 1463 An Actor
?1463 An Actor
The old man watched Varian's contorted expression. His face was still so stoic and he was overflowing with a chilling aura, one that only the most cold blooded of killers would posess. He didn't smile but his eyes were twinkling with glee.
Like a child that found its lost toy, he gazed at the young man who appeared out of the formations.
He did notice the innumerable formations, each filled with mystic magic circles and runes stuttering and coming to a halt, making noises akin to a chalk scratching against a board.
For these formations which were instated to control the Fortune Spirit to stop must've meant something was seriously wrong.
This change would shake up not just the Pala Kingdom but even its neighbors. Any disturbance to the roots of Palarian race would have an effect on the Alliance's army that couldn't be neglected.
But the old man didn't care.
"Ahh, I've been waiting for you for so long." A long wooden staff with a humanoid skull as its top materialized in his wrinkled hand. "Do you know since when?"
He was only interested in tormenting the man who tortured him. It wouldn't be fun to directly attack and kill this man who usually overflowed with confidence.
Varian's eyes flashed with a gloomy light and glanced around. The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
'He must have been trying to find a way out. Poor soul.'
The old man chuckled inwardly, his sadistic soul gaining a sense of satisfaction from watching his prey realize its position.
'You're fearing my attacks, aren't you? But don't worry. I will keep you on your toes, making you fear when I'll strike...and I'll break you like that until you beg me for death.
Physical torture is fine but breaking the spirit of a man like you, ahh, that would be deligtful of all.'
His black robe rustled in the wind, shining with a dangerous glow. A creepy aura began to eminate from the old man, one that's filled with the scent of death.
As it reached Varian and Enigma, the two flinched as expected and their bodies began to shiver.
'Ahhh, sweet child. You many not realize it yet, but your soul already knows. It fears.'
"Then go ahead. Show your skills." He said with a chuckle.
"Yes, my lord." Xeola bent down, a knife and plier appearing in her hands as she reached for Enigma.
Varian's eyes were fixated on her hands, his eyes fluctuating violently.
The old man watched him with great interest.
'Want to help but helpless to do anything. Heh, is this really the guy I know? Hm...but he should at least shout. He isn't saying anything. Even his soul fluctuations...soul?'
The old man's eyes furrowed as he felt something was off. The readings were all fine but...something...definitely, something was wrong.
"W-Wa—!"
Boom!
A powerful aura smashed the old man and like he was being hit by a speeding truck, he crashed to the ground, creating a crater.
Fortune Spirit, brimming with the power of peak rank 9, appeared in front of him.
The young girl sighed lightly as she watched the smashed flowers and glared down at the old man. "Damn it!"
A blue wind blew and locked onto the old soul. In response, a black wind pushed back and the old man slowly floated into the air.
"How did you even..." He paused in the middle and glanced at the broken formations. "Never mind."
Bang!
An explosion sounded nearby.
A sword was lodged into Xeola's chest by Enigma and the princess was punched in the face by Varian who apepared next to his wife. The two held hands and vanished into the distance.
"I should've guessed. This bastard wasn't the type to give up so easily." The old man spat in regret and cracked his neck.
"But it doesn't matter." He looked at the Spirit with a confident smile. "I'm almost a divine."
Boom!
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Chapter 1463 An Actor
?1463 An Actor
The old man watched Varian's contorted expression. His face was still so stoic and he was overflowing with a chilling aura, one that only the most cold blooded of killers would posess. He didn't smile but his eyes were twinkling with glee.
Like a child that found its lost toy, he gazed at the young man who appeared out of the formations.
He did notice the innumerable formations, each filled with mystic magic circles and runes stuttering and coming to a halt, making noises akin to a chalk scratching against a board.
For these formations which were instated to control the Fortune Spirit to stop must've meant something was seriously wrong.
This change would shake up not just the Pala Kingdom but even its neighbors. Any disturbance to the roots of Palarian race would have an effect on the Alliance's army that couldn't be neglected.
But the old man didn't care.
"Ahh, I've been waiting for you for so long." A long wooden staff with a humanoid skull as its top materialized in his wrinkled hand. "Do you know since when?"
He was only interested in tormenting the man who tortured him. It wouldn't be fun to directly attack and kill this man who usually overflowed with confidence.
Varian's eyes flashed with a gloomy light and glanced around. The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.
'He must have been trying to find a way out. Poor soul.'
The old man chuckled inwardly, his sadistic soul gaining a sense of satisfaction from watching his prey realize its position.
'You're fearing my attacks, aren't you? But don't worry. I will keep you on your toes, making you fear when I'll strike...and I'll break you like that until you beg me for death.
Physical torture is fine but breaking the spirit of a man like you, ahh, that would be deligtful of all.'
His black robe rustled in the wind, shining with a dangerous glow. A creepy aura began to eminate from the old man, one that's filled with the scent of death.
As it reached Varian and Enigma, the two flinched as expected and their bodies began to shiver.
'Ahhh, sweet child. You many not realize it yet, but your soul already knows. It fears.'
"Then go ahead. Show your skills." He said with a chuckle.
"Yes, my lord." Xeola bent down, a knife and plier appearing in her hands as she reached for Enigma.
Varian's eyes were fixated on her hands, his eyes fluctuating violently.
The old man watched him with great interest.
'Want to help but helpless to do anything. Heh, is this really the guy I know? Hm...but he should at least shout. He isn't saying anything. Even his soul fluctuations...soul?'
The old man's eyes furrowed as he felt something was off. The readings were all fine but...something...definitely, something was wrong.
"W-Wa—!"
Boom!
A powerful aura smashed the old man and like he was being hit by a speeding truck, he crashed to the ground, creating a crater.
Fortune Spirit, brimming with the power of peak rank 9, appeared in front of him.
The young girl sighed lightly as she watched the smashed flowers and glared down at the old man. "Damn it!"
A blue wind blew and locked onto the old soul. In response, a black wind pushed back and the old man slowly floated into the air.
"How did you even..." He paused in the middle and glanced at the broken formations. "Never mind."
Bang!
An explosion sounded nearby.
A sword was lodged into Xeola's chest by Enigma and the princess was punched in the face by Varian who apepared next to his wife. The two held hands and vanished into the distance.
"I should've guessed. This bastard wasn't the type to give up so easily." The old man spat in regret and cracked his neck.
"But it doesn't matter." He looked at the Spirit with a confident smile. "I'm almost a divine."
Boom!
Chapter 1463 An Actor ?1463 An Actor The old man watched Varian's contorted expression. His face was still so stoic and he was overflowing with a chilling aura, one that only the most cold blooded of killers would posess. He didn't smile but his eyes were twinkling with glee. Like a child that found its lost toy, he gazed at the young man who appeared out of the formations. He did notice the innumerable formations, each filled with mystic magic circles and runes stuttering and coming to a halt, making noises akin to a chalk scratching against a board. For these formations which were instated to control the Fortune Spirit to stop must've meant something was seriously wrong. This change would shake up not just the Pala Kingdom but even its neighbors. Any disturbance to the roots of Palarian race would have an effect on the Alliance's army that couldn't be neglected. But the old man didn't care. "Ahh, I've been waiting for you for so long." A long wooden staff with a humanoid skull as its top materialized in his wrinkled hand. "Do you know since when?" He was only interested in tormenting the man who tortured him. It wouldn't be fun to directly attack and kill this man who usually overflowed with confidence. Varian's eyes flashed with a gloomy light and glanced around. The origin of this chapter's debut can be traced to N0v3l--B1n.'He must have been trying to find a way out. Poor soul.' The old man chuckled inwardly, his sadistic soul gaining a sense of satisfaction from watching his prey realize its position. 'You're fearing my attacks, aren't you? But don't worry. I will keep you on your toes, making you fear when I'll strike...and I'll break you like that until you beg me for death. Physical torture is fine but breaking the spirit of a man like you, ahh, that would be deligtful of all.' His black robe rustled in the wind, shining with a dangerous glow. A creepy aura began to eminate from the old man, one that's filled with the scent of death. As it reached Varian and Enigma, the two flinched as expected and their bodies began to shiver. 'Ahhh, sweet child. You many not realize it yet, but your soul already knows. It fears.' "Then go ahead. Show your skills." He said with a chuckle. "Yes, my lord." Xeola bent down, a knife and plier appearing in her hands as she reached for Enigma. Varian's eyes were fixated on her hands, his eyes fluctuating violently. The old man watched him with great interest. 'Want to help but helpless to do anything. Heh, is this really the guy I know? Hm...but he should at least shout. He isn't saying anything. Even his soul fluctuations...soul?' The old man's eyes furrowed as he felt something was off. The readings were all fine but...something...definitely, something was wrong. "W-Wa!" Boom! A powerful aura smashed the old man and like he was being hit by a speeding truck, he crashed to the ground, creating a crater. Fortune Spirit, brimming with the power of peak rank 9, appeared in front of him. The young girl sighed lightly as she watched the smashed flowers and glared down at the old man. "Damn it!" A blue wind blew and locked onto the old soul. In response, a black wind pushed back and the old man slowly floated into the air. "How did you even..." He paused in the middle and glanced at the broken formations. "Never mind." Bang! An explosion sounded nearby. A sword was lodged into Xeola's chest by Enigma and the princess was punched in the face by Varian who apepared next to his wife. The two held hands and vanished into the distance. "I should've guessed. This bastard wasn't the type to give up so easily." The old man spat in regret and cracked his neck. "But it doesn't matter." He looked at the Spirit with a confident smile. "I'm almost a divine." Boom!
