Starting with an eye that opened out of nowhere, flesh began to grow wildly, and in less than ten seconds it had formed into the shape of a person.
The flesh continued to squirm, forming the various organs of a human being on the inside, like pieces of a puzzle being fitted together.
The skin remained the same pitch-black color as a demon’s, and Lei De’s face emerged once again atop that head.
He opened his eyes anew, looking at “Rosily,” who had merely broken a light sweat, and his expression was no longer as relaxed as it had been at the start.
Seeing him come back to life, “Rosily” clicked her tongue.
“Tsk, what a pain. You’re just too tenacious about surviving.”
Lei De remained silent.
“Rosily” smiled, then continued.
“But I can tell now—with the strength you just showed, you wouldn’t last a single exchange against her.”
Enya’s trait—kill-secure.
No matter how strong your revival ability, even if you merely sent a clone over, the moment she kills you, you are dead. It doesn’t matter what level you are, or what kind of Authority you rely on.
In front of Enya, even the Grim Reaper’s immunity is completely useless—that is exactly why she could act with such impunity.
Challenge her?
Are you ready to face death?
To this day, Enya has only lost once…
“Rosily’s” smile gradually faded. She lowered her head to glance at her own hand, then after a moment, she let out a sigh.
There are still two remaining Authorities she hasn’t used.
The Sky Dragon’s three great Authorities—she had used the Authority of the Sun. The sinking light would disperse; she couldn’t play for too long…
And the remaining two Authorities—Star and Fate, complementing each other, were hard to use separately. Yet these two Authorities, she hadn’t used either.
Plucking the strings of fate—this was an even more conceptual power. Back in the battle between Pandrake and Enya, she hadn’t used these Authorities, only her own destruction Authority.
Was it unwillingness, or inability?
Also…
She was curious—how were living beings supposed to touch this so-called fate?
“Rosily” placed her left hand behind her back, relaxing her fingers, her golden pupils fixed on the eye at Lei De’s chest, and said in a cold tone:
“What’s your name? When she has time, Enya will come visit your home.”
“Me? I’ve been dead for a long time. I’m nothing but fragments—if I don’t coexist with someone, I’ll quickly wither away.”
The Evil God’s eye answered without the slightest hesitation.
“Rosily” let out a cold snort, her gaze lifting slightly toward Lei De’s stern face.
“I’m curious—what price do you pay to come back to life?”
She didn’t give Lei De a chance to speak, directly cutting through the information she had observed.
“When it revived you just now, it left out your heart, spleen, and liver. Every time you come back to life, you lose an organ, and the lost part gets replaced by it.”
“As long as you die enough times, it will completely take over your body, becoming you in full. Am I right?”
As she spoke, “Rosily’s” gaze drifted back to that Evil God’s eye. With a face full of mockery, she laughed and said:
“I see—you must be afraid of reviving with your true body. Because you, who possess the power to revive yourself, chose instead to parasitize another, wanting to live on under someone else’s identity. You say you’re dead, but you have the ability to revive yourself.”
“Heehee, you’re right, woman. Sharp-tongued indeed!”
The Evil God’s eye was not angered; instead, it laughed even more wildly, making Lei De look like a clown.
Was Lei De a clown?
He didn’t think so.
His demon-god transformed body’s power far exceeded that of the same rank.
In an instant, he arrived before “Rosily,” driving his fist viciously toward the girl’s face, showing no mercy whatsoever for her lovely features. He was a heartless killer.
“Rosily” wouldn’t let anyone touch her. She sent a miniature sun straight into his face. She no longer intended to keep playing, planning to end things quickly and deal with the nuisance before her.
After such a commotion in the Northern Mountains, the Elven Saintess Elif couldn’t possibly have failed to notice. Yet she showed no sign of movement—that left only one possibility…
These people’s goal was precisely to restrain Elif, keeping her from breaking away for the time being. That’s why they came to the Northern Mountains, did something here, and caused the current result.
Restraining Elif for what? And what connection did it have to the thing beneath the Northern Mountains? The true intentions of the Scholars of Dawn might extend far beyond what she could currently comprehend.
“Rosily” waved her hand, and the flames before her scattered completely, revealing Lei De who had been blasted away. She brought out the other hand hidden behind her back and raised it high toward the sky.
When one speaks of Star, fate is always drawn into the matter. Even to this day, the movement of the stars is regarded as the path of fate—it seems this has been so since ancient times. Therefore…
Above the sky lies fate!
The sinking light from the Authority of the Sun dispersed, and the original darkness descended once more.
Except this time, the starlight in the sky was especially conspicuous, and the stars that had once been faint now shone brilliantly.
Starlight fell from the heavens, its motley colors illuminating everyone.
“Rosily” looked at Lei De.
“Let me think—how should I weave your miserable fate?”
At that moment, the eye couldn’t hold back its burst of laughter either.
Lei De froze, seeming to understand something, and then his chest…
“Hahaha, what a fool!”
“You didn’t really think that finding that woman named Enya would let you sever all the fates tied to you, did you?”
“Heehee~ I could figure it out with my eyes alone. You’re already at the Eight-Tier Peak, having set foot at humanity’s pinnacle—surely you know what the silver dragon represents?”
“Shut up!”
His aura no longer had the slightest restraint, as if he were a true demon god. At this moment, his veins bulged, his teeth grinding as he glared at “Rosily,” his malice and frenzy utterly unconcealed.
Lei De roared, his face, once decently passable, now twisted with savagery.
On his demon-god transformed body, the area occupied by his original human face was shrinking. Lei De’s eyes burned with a faint purple light, yet “Rosily” merely called out calmly:
“Cang.”
The moment the words fell, a woman with gray long hair came pressing back-to-back against her.
The more this happened, the more frenziedly the Evil God’s eye laughed.
Lei De charged at “Rosily” once more. In the eyes of the imposing Demon God Lei De, the world turned hazy gray, then a flash of white light—and only then did color return.
She lightly turned the blade and swung a sword strike with unrivaled proficiency.
He lowered his head, yet did not see the part of his body below the chest—even both arms were severed. The ashen wounds continuously grew and rotted, as if two forces were locked in a tug of war.
The Evil God’s pupil opened its eye, glanced at the state of the wound, then raised its scarlet pupils toward the figure behind “Rosily.” It grinned, sticking out its purple tongue, and let out a groan.
“Hiss~ ah~ It’s the power of that withered tree. It fills me with nostalgia. Though her power simply doesn’t resonate with me at all.”
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