There is no way the Liberian girl could lay eggs!

Mainna raised his left hand and slowly clenched his five fingers. Golden raindrops followed his movements and began to gather.

"But I didn't expect them to come here, a desolate place..."

The raindrops climbed up along the Witch King's feet, then his calves, thighs, waist, chest, until they reached his neck.

"I want to see them alive or dead, that's what I ask of them..."

"If they're alive, they'll go back to Casimir and take care of the children themselves. If they're dead, leave their weapons and armor behind and bury them to prove they existed. Now..."

"Tell me, where are they...?"

The eyes that used to be dull and lazy suddenly became sharp. The feeling that Marenna gave Scarlet now was completely different from before.

If he was just one of the common people before, he is now undoubtedly a knight fighting on the front line.

Even if he doesn't have a ban, it doesn't matter.

The raindrops gathered and squeezed the Witch King's body, locking him in place. The spell that brought healing to Talina and others turned into a solid chain on the Witch King's body.

But...that's not enough.

The Witch King's eyes grew increasingly crimson, the noise within his body constantly eroding his sanity, and the chains forged from raindrops began to crumble inch by inch...

He absolutely...will not allow himself to fail a second time!

"Let's get started, what are you waiting for?"

Glancing at Talina, Tolan reminded her.

Talina nodded and placed her hands on the ground.

A biting cold air rose from the ground and began to spread towards the Witch King.

At the instruction of its master, Maenna, the chain of light rain let down its guard, allowing the cold to erode and freeze it.

The broken chains were temporarily imprisoned, and the Witch King was also temporarily "imprisoned".

"what's next?"

After doing all this, Talina had very little strength left. She looked back at Federico and asked weakly.

"Next..."

"Just leave it to me."

A frivolous voice came from behind, interrupting Federico's words.

Everyone turned to look and unconsciously tightened their weapons.

Arturo walked slowly with his instrument, strolled in front of the crowd, and came before the struggling Witch King.

"Is this... the solution you mentioned?"

Looking at Arturo's figure suspiciously, Talina put her hands to her ears, ready to shatter her eardrums at any time.

"There's no other way, is there?"

It was a rare opportunity for Federico to initiate a conversation. He kept a close eye on Arturo, with the weapon in his hand pointed at her back.

Obviously, he didn't trust his cousin that much.

"Alright, everyone, get ready. Once this guy joins forces with the Witch King, there will be no fun for anyone."

Tolan on the side reminded him.

Although he didn't know the origin of this black Sakota, he could guess from Talina's seriousness that the other party was not a good person.

"I admire you, Your Majesty, but you look so pathetic now..."

Placing the bow on the strings, Arturo stared at the Witch King's scarlet eyes.

As a fellow seeker of knowledge, she could more or less understand the Witch King. Seeing his miserable appearance, Arturo couldn't help but think for a moment.

Will I be like this in the future?

Like him, crazy, no longer himself?

Forget it... 1. Although he and I share some similarities, we've both taken completely different paths. It's a bit too early to start worrying about my own fate now...

The slender arms slowly pulled the bow, and a soothing and melodious music spread out, as if the drizzle falling from the sky, nourishing and washing the devastated land.

"Unaffected... This guy, can he actually play the violin properly?"

After curling her lips and complaining, Talina found that there was nothing unusual about herself and briefly gave Arturo trust.

She couldn't feel anything unusual far behind, but the Witch King was different.

As Arturo's audience, he opened his heart to the people in front of him, whether they wanted to or not.

The Witch King, who had been struggling desperately, slowly stopped moving. The scarlet in his eyes gradually faded away, and the thoughts called rationality took over the dominant position again.

In the dim environment, there was a strange and terrifying hissing sound, like a beast sharpening its fangs, or like a plant growing...

But Frémont knew very well that this was the sound of the Originium "growing".

Light gradually emerged from the darkness before their eyes, allowing them to glimpse everything in front of them.

Different from what the Witch King had shown them before, the one in the current scene no longer looked young, but old like a decayed old man.

In front of him, a huge, dark and deep rock lay across the barren land.

PS: The infrastructure has been changed, it will be much more convenient in the future, the skin is very beautiful, but!

Why is Tutu's black silk gone?

Why!

White silk is also OK!

Volume 8: Chapter 89: The Insignificant Person

Pavillon had disappeared, leaving only a high platform in front of him.

Atop the platform sits a gigantic Originium, its dark surface tinged with a hint of golden color.

The bearded Witch King stood in front of it, with lightning surging on his right hand, as if he was about to press it down on the Source Stone.

Suddenly, the huge stone shook twice, as if it was afraid, and rolled backwards to "escape".

But behind it is a high cliff, and if it falls, its only fate will be to be smashed to pieces.

So, it accepted its fate and stopped dodging, allowing the Witch King's hand to rest on its body and allowing him to spy on everything about it.

"Pavilion belongs to mankind. It is a monument to the unity of human will..."

A steady voice rang in everyone's ears, bringing them back to their senses from the strange scene before them and looking forward.

There the Witch-King, the Witch-King, still stood in his chains.

He raised his head high and looked at "himself" on the platform.

"This will was created out of oblivion, order was born out of chaos."

"So that thing is..."

Tolan raised an eyebrow and asked curiously.

"Originium."

"Only such a will can reveal the true Origin, and only such a will can conquer the true Origin."

"I hold the beginning of annihilation and the source of chaos in my hands. I use this to force the Originium to reveal its true nature and to offer the truth of the origin."

"But I realized that no matter how the Originium proliferated, how it was overwritten, how it was reproduced..."

"The truth it tells never changes; it is always right in front of us."

Having said that, the Witch King sighed, with a hint of horror in his eyes. This was the horror and regret that came from the feeling of powerlessness after understanding things.

"It says...the origin of all things and also the creator."

“It says that at the beginning of creation, there was also a ruler.”

"It says that hope is dead and eternity is gone."

"I have tried my best to come here, but all I have obtained is nothingness. Even I cannot glimpse the face of the Creator."

"It is as solid as death, and as bright as the stars."

"The Creator is cruel, the Creator is evil, the Creator is cunning!"

"It cannot destroy the will, but it can make it fragile. It cannot override the will, but it can make it hesitate."

"The truth is so naked, yet the will of the seeker is either extinguished or driven insane. Even I, in the pursuit, gradually lost myself, becoming a traitor to freedom. This sinister nightmare has turned me into... a tyrant."

The golden cage on his body gradually disintegrated, and the Witch King sighed: "If the creator at the end of the source wants to destroy all things..."

"The Creator must also perish before all things!"

"Nothingness cannot be the truth. Nothingness should never be the truth! I absolutely... absolutely will not allow it!!!"

"This is my highest vision, this is all my sins, this is what is left of me, my last will!"

"The so-called creator, the one who wantonly toyed with all living beings, must die!!!"

The Witch King roared loudly, the roar was not like that of a human, but like that of a monster. The scarlet in his eyes that had just faded away reappeared. He gasped for breath, and the chains that bound his body crackled.

Seeing the Witch King showing signs of madness again, everyone became alert, but Arturo remained calm. He stood in front of the Witch King and looked up at him.

"That's enough. No one cares about your bullshit. Give me the stuff and die here."

With a frown on his face, Frémont pushed Arturo aside and walked in front of the Witch King.

Arturo was pushed unexpectedly and his body swayed. His already weak body was unable to maintain his balance in a hurry.

Just as he was about to fall, he fell into the arms of Talina behind him.

Frightened by Arturo, Talina subconsciously pulled out the knife and put it on Arturo's neck.

"Actually... I'm no longer a threat. For the time being, we should be on the same side."

She used the fingertips of her right hand to push Talina's blade away from her neck. She never expected that her reputation had become so "bad".

"Just stand aside if you have nothing to do..."

Pushing Arturo, who was suspected of taking advantage, aside, Talina said unhappily.

Federico came forward and handcuffed Arturo again, took his sister to the back, and asked Talina for a handkerchief, which he stuffed into Arturo's mouth.

Physical ban!

After this little episode, Talina turned her attention back to the Witch King and Fremont in front of her.

These two people are their only hope of getting out at the moment.

"Fremont...it's you."

The bound Witch King's appearance kept changing, and finally fixed on an old face.

Like Frémont, he became an old man.

The scarlet in his eyes that should have occupied his entire field of vision also faded with the arrival of Flemont, and his clear look returned.

"In the end...it was you who stopped me..."

Sighing, the Witch King shook his head: "My success is due to you, and my failure is also caused by you."

Facing this person who was both his teacher and friend, the Witch King gave his final advice.

"Leave, Pavillon is crumbling."

Flemont still stood before the Witch King, unmoved.

"Ha, it's still for the life knot."

The Witch King chuckled and shook his head slightly.

"Your achievements in the Wasteland are admirable enough, but your tone is still as annoying as before."

Hearing the Witch King's "contemptuous" answer, Frémont's face darkened: "Should I be grateful to you for making the best use of it?"

Faced with this question, the Witch King simply nodded and replied, "Yes."

For a moment, Frémont almost couldn't control himself and punched the guy in front of him.

But he was old, so old that he had no extra strength.

"...Herhunzoren, I have never seen you so unwilling, but I must take it back. In the future, it will play a role in the continuation of Kazdel."