Book 6 Chapter 27.12 - Seat of Emotions
He shifted his heavy steps while saying slowly, “In the blink of an eye, you’ve be old as well, time truly goes by fast. Even now, if I just close my eyes, I can still picture the appearances of you two when you were young. Sigh, back then, I just knew that this day woulde when you two would face each other to the death. It is because you two are both too smart, too straightforward. As long as it is something either one of you decided to do, then it will definitely be done, moreover definitely done to its end, neither side willing to budge for the other in the slightest. I originally thought that those things that drew your attention wouldn’te for at least a decade. I thought that I wouldn’t live until that day, so I wouldn’t have to see this end between the two of you. However, I never expected you toe down now, and the one who arrived isn’t even her.”
“Regardless of who it is, isn’t it all the same? The result won’t change. In reality, a bit earlier, a bitter, it will still be this result. If it isn’t Angelina, then this result is quite good as well. At the very least, we don’t have to directly face her.” Bevsughed, calmly saying.
“Alright then, I will open the door for you.” The elder trudged along with great difficulty, moreover producing an ancient key covered in green rust, wishing to walk over from the gatehouse.
However, Bevs stood at the doorway, no intention of moving out of the way, his eyes also calm and peaceful.
“Your distinguished self has forgotten one thing.” Bevs said with a smile.
The elder’s facial organs all wrinkled, looking like he was both crying andughing, every wrinkle bing a bit deeper. He opened his turbid eyes, looking into Bevs’ eyes, as if ascertaining his resolution. A few secondster, the elder finally withdrew his eyes in defeat, and with a deep sigh, said, “I only wanted to give you a proposal, at the very least, this time, there is no need to consider that thing. It is because after this, there is still a chance that you will face Angelina.”
Bevs shook his head, and then said with a smile, “If I do that, then what is the difference between me and her? If I cannot even persevere with my own ideals, then there is no perseverance to talk about at all. How can I convince her then?”
“The dead cannot convince others.” The elder said.
“Death is the most powerful persuasion in itself.”
In the end, the elder could only release a deep sigh. He turned towards the only unbearably rotten wooden cupboard, opened it, and then removed a small wooden chest filled with dust from within. After unlocking the chest’s old-fashioned lock with the key, he then produced a syringe wrapped in thick velvet. The syringe wasn’trge, the serial number on it proving how ancient it was. However, after experiencing more than ten years of time, it was still brand new, clearly maintained with the utmost care. The syringe was half-filled with a blood-like liquid. The elder held the syringe with his wrinkled hands, handing it over to Bevs. The closer it got to Bevs, the more powerfully the liquid in the syringe moved about, eventually simply boiling! This was the mysterious liquid boiling on its own, not a result produced by the elder’s trembling hands.
After giving Bevs the syringe, the elder returned to the room, closed the door and window, and then blew out the candle’s me.
Bevs’ hand that received the syringe was steady. He didn’t hesitate, instead raising his left arm’s sleeve, stabbing the head of the syringe into that arm, and then pressed that boiling mysterious liquid into his muscles. When the first drop of blood-colored liquid was injected, Bevs’ face involuntarily twitched, a hint of pain also appearing between his brows. Perhaps others might feel a bit of shock when they saw this scene, as pain endurance was something all high level ability users were equipped with, and someone who was at Bevs’ level could be said to be able to endure pain on the cellr level, which was why no matter what degree of pain it was, Bevs could receive it without batting an eyelid. However, only those who understood him extremely well knew that Bevs was someone who upheld the natural, showing pain when hurt, smiling when happy.
At the end of the entrance hall was a pair of unremarkable wooden doors, simrly seeming a bit rotten due to the long amount of time that passed and the damp environment, the lock on the door only carrying symbolic meaning. However, when Bevs gently caressed that lock, his expression seemed solemn and respectful. He produced a dark gold key from his inner pocket. The key was extremely heavy, wiped until it was shiny, a spider diagram embedded into the handle. It was pieced together with ck and gold colored gemstones, the workmanship exquisite and lifelike to the extreme, as if that spider was currently crawling about.
Click ck sounds rang out. The key made a half circle turn in the lock, and only then did the lock unwillingly open. Behind the door was an exceptionally quiet and wide space, the ceiling more than ten meters tall, the surface area several thousand square meters,pletely a vast pce! The pce was exceptionally cold, frost hanging from the walls. At the center of the main hall was a crude stone tform, inside of it disyed a sealed ss dish that stored a shallowyer of blood-like liquid. A fine line of characters were carved on the ss dish:
After he drank the divine blood, the fate of god immediately weighed down on his back, left without a choice.
Bevs raised the ss dish, a profound smile appearing on his face. Then, he tore off the seal on the ss dish, opening it. The instant the ss dish was opened, the blood-like liquid suddenly seemed to have its own life and spiritual nature, actually jumping out from within, stabbing towards Bevs’ chest like a streak of lightning!
The blood was exceptionally sharp, instantly tearing through Bevs’ chest, stabbing inside deeply. In that instant, Bevs’ chest seemed to be entirely opened, to the extent where even his throbbing heart could be seen! However, after the blood entered his chest cavity, several dozen bloody wisps unexpectedly divided out behind it, at the end of every bloody wisp something like a small w, moreover, at the center of each w a small eye! Several dozen small ws grabbed the edges of his open chest, unexpectedly forcibly closing it. Then, ayer of white bubbles appeared on the wound, holding it together.
Bevs was first stunned, and then he lowered his head to look at the injury on his own chest. Heughed, as if he suddenly understood something, and then he fell down on his back.