Ark, they don't revolve around you

"Shut up." Zhuang Ning said coldly, "I allowed you to talk, trash?"

He stepped on the darkness with his feet.

The dead soul struggled angrily, but in thousands of years, no one dared to humiliate it like this.

What's more, this is just a small area——

"You Sarkaz are really interesting. You always like to look down on others." Zhuang Ning sighed softly, "You are not good at anything except discrimination."

To be honest, Zhuang Ning felt really sick.

Whether it is the Pardoner, the Blood Demon Lord, or even more lords of the royal court.

The long years did not make their minds more thoughtful, but only increased their arrogance.

Just an inferior race... Zhuang Ning had heard similar remarks many times.

It's ridiculous.

Even Zhuang Ning occasionally showed respect to some beings in this world, such as the old Taoist priest of Yan Country, the beast lord Anma who guarded Sami, and even the Lord of the Cyclops Royal Court who could foresee the future and was still determined to guard the fire of civilization.

We are both Sarkaz, so why can't we learn from them?

He always talks about the cruelty he has seen, but never reflects on it.

Even worse than Theresa and Theresis, they just shouted hatred.

Zhuang Ning put more strength on his toes, lowered his eyes, and raised his sword high.

His eyes were cold and he even lost the patience to talk more.

The dead soul roared angrily, and a large area of ​​darkness dissipated and evaporated, and the darkness that gathered again seemed to be much weaker invisibly.

The Dead Souls are not the Royal Court, but a special race. Their long lifespan allows them to get a glimpse into the history of the Sarkaz, but the Dead Souls are not immortal and are obviously much weaker.

It let out a hoarse breath, and there was obvious fear in its eyes as it looked at Zhuang Ning.

What's wrong with this man? Why can I clamp him? Why can't my magic affect him? !

There are so many questions.

Zhuang Ning seemed even more impatient. Just as he was about to step forward, the dead soul roared, "Wait!"

"What are you waiting for?" Zhuang Ning cooperated.

The dead soul laughed hoarsely: "I can spread the projection of history and drive the Sarkaz in an entire block crazy."

It took Zhuang Ning several seconds to realize that this was a threat.

Generally speaking, in addition to recording suffering, dead souls also have the ability to reveal suffering.

So he easily subdued Arturo. In the eyes of the dead souls, this so-called saint was vulnerable.

What if this ability were to spread to an entire area?

The Sarkaz dominated by hatred will immediately fall into chaos, and Kazdel, who has finally stabilized, will collapse. The dead souls use this to threaten Zhuang Ning to let him go.

The thinking seemed to take a long time, but it didn't take Zhuang Ning too long to react.

But the way he looked at the dead souls was even weirder, as if he didn’t understand the logic at all.

"You want to use the residents to control me?"

He sneered, "You keep shouting about revenge, but your methods are even lower than mine."

"This is a necessary sacrifice." The dead soul looked fierce.

Zhuang Ning nodded: "In short, you think I'm a good person, or you think I have to point a gun at you if I want to maintain this order, right?"

"But this is strange. You are threatening them. What does it have to do with me?"

The curve of Zhuang Ning's mouth became more exaggerated. "Does he really look like a fool?"

The dead soul felt that his whole body was dominated by a chill.

Although it had no organs that could sense the cold, the dead soul became more and more... fearful when it saw the man's eager expression.

its not right!

Why don't you follow the script? Why...

It turned and tried to run, at the same time doing what it had just said, calling out a huge despair.

The anger of the dead souls came from the heart, and their roars were extremely ferocious!

But before that, the sword had already caught up. The tip of the sword, like lightning, penetrated into the darkness, and Zhuang Ning danced gracefully, slashing at the souls.

He laughed like a child, completely ignoring the chaos in the city.

He really didn't care at all about what the dead souls did, and he didn't feel any burden at all.

Not only that, the dead souls even have absurd ideas.

Could it be that this man welcomes the dead souls to drag more and more people into this?

The fear of death interrupted the dead soul's thinking, and when it came to its senses, its existence gradually faded.

No!

If it continues like this, it will die soon.

While torturing him brutally, Zhuang Ning did not forget to mock him verbally.

He buried a sword into the eyes of the dead soul and murmured with a smile, trying his best to be kind: "In the final analysis, you really make me feel ridiculous."

"Sarkaz, a homeless man, started off with a great win, played a good hand badly, and still have reason to cry out for misery?"

"How many years have passed? Has your nature changed?!"

"How long have the gods and their people been buried? You are still lingering on."

"You look so aggrieved, haha...haha, but how can you be so aggrieved, you dead soul!"

The dead soul roared angrily and struggled to break free from Zhuang Ning again, like a candle in the wind, its shapeless body twisted strangely.

It wanted to refute and rebuke, but this person had indeed witnessed countless hatreds, and even so, he still spoke with a high-sounding attitude.

He didn't care about the casualties at all, and even felt that it was not enough, and wanted to fan the flames...

Calm down, the dead soul said to itself. It has its own mission and cannot be compromised by it.

Although he wanted to cut Zhuang Ning into pieces, he had to obey reason now.

The dead souls pounced on Arturo. Other methods didn't work, so this method was the only one left!

Just now, this woman asked Zhuang Ning for help, which shows that they have a close relationship. Now they can only take Arturo as a hostage.

Even if I kill her, I can at least buy some time.

Zhuang Ning did not stop them, but just watched coldly. Sometimes he felt that this group of "opponents" were too boring and their behavior patterns were exactly the same.

The dead souls murmured viciously, and the rolling black air and muddy water spread.

During this process, Arturo almost drowned, and her instinct for survival made her open her eyes and begin to struggle.

Endless suffering, misfortune, and curse began to erode Sakota's spirit.

For this dead soul, compared to the foreign races, the "Sakota", who was also in the same position as Tikaz but eventually chose to betray him, is the biggest enemy!

Even out of selfish motives, it wants to torture Arturo!

The dead soul opened its lips that did not exist but were barely cast in red light, and smiled eerily: "Where is she?"

"You can just watch her die without saving her?!"

"Or have you always been so hypocritical that you can cause the death of your companions?!"

Zhuang Ning shrugged, put away his sword, and pretended to be innocent:

"Everyone has a huge misunderstanding of me. In fact, I have always been a good person."

“But the woman you control is not a good person. In a broad sense, she is doing evil without knowing it and she wants to tear my skin off.” Zhuang Ning made a gesture of holding a bow and closed his eyes.

He laughed again.

This time, Zhuang Ning smiled like an actor on stage, opening the prelude: "But who made me a good person? Good people should forgive bad people, right?"

Boom!

A sharp voice echoed.

The dead souls did not understand the melody, but were greatly shocked, as if they had been physically hit by a hammer.

And this was not because of Zhuang Ning, but because of... Sakota who had been controlled by it!

Arturo also pretended to hold the bow, exactly the same as Zhuang Ning.

And from that empty cello, the prelude to a stormy sea was stirred!

The dead soul only felt that the space was almost shattered in all directions.

The unconscious Arturo completely imprisoned the consciousness of the dead soul under Zhuang Ning's consciousness, and Zhuang Ning slowly walked over, drew his sword, and the blade was vaguely covered with frost and snow.

"Of course I can forgive the girl next to you, but you have crossed the bottom line."

As the sword fell, a sharp whine echoed in all directions almost at the same time!

"Why did you do that to her? Did I give you permission?"

The second sword was more fierce and brutal, but it did not kill, instead it seemed like torture.

"I didn't even kill her, and you... actually touched my things...!!"

Zhuang Ning put away his sword at this time, and strands of blood flowed, entangled with the body of the dead soul.

Zhuang Ning stared into the formless darkness, spread out his five fingers, and then... closed them!

All that could be heard was a loud noise like a huge rock rolling down, and under the smoke, the dead soul was completely dying.

Looking at Zhuang Ning again, fear was flowing in its eyes, and it had only one thought.

This person has changed.

We must quickly tell Quesatusta that this man must be killed before the plan can begin...!

The dead soul no longer cared about comforting himself, and finally gathered all his strength to convey this information through death!

To it, death is not scary, it is just passing through one abyss after another. What is more humiliating than death is that death is meaningless!