The correct way to cultivate poros

Chapter 225
A stream of black light flashed across the distant sky, breaking out from the thick fog as black as ink.

He flew at a high speed, but hit the ground directly, and the smoke and dust mixed with the black mist buried his figure.

Under the protection of the black mist barrier, Planck was not physically harmed, but the barrier has already begun to crumble, and will soon be destroyed.

The backlash of the Ruined King is getting stronger and stronger, and has seriously interfered with his mind, and he can't even maintain a simple flight like breathing.

He heard Fiego's crying echoing in his mind, as if the place had turned into an endless, boundless black mist, mourning endlessly.

"I remember, she sank into the water...and...then just..."

"I will take her back from the mouth of death. No one can disobey it, not even fate. Plank, even if you are the man of destiny, don't even think about preventing our reunion!"

Planck stuck the big sword on the ground, struggling to stand up with the support of the hilt.

Fiego's love for Isolde suffocates him, it's a cruel love.However, it can conquer all things.

He is a qualified person. He thought his will was strong enough, but he was still not as good as Foyego's infatuation.

Plank thought that after being defeated by Miss Fortune, he let go of his arrogance.

But nature will not change easily, and the deal with Thresh is his greatest arrogance.

He'd do anything to get Bilgewater back, but trading Thresh was a bad gamble.

Thresh promises to make the Mist his own, and he can use that power to stop Night's Evil, or to use it against his enemies, all he needs to do is overcome the Will of the Ruined King.

But damn Thresh, from the beginning to the end, has held in his hands the secret that is enough to crush Fyego's will.

The talisman is not the key, the secret is the key!
He still underestimated Thresh's treachery and the importance of that hole card.

Also underestimated Fyego's infatuation - for love, he could literally destroy the world.

He lost, lost completely.

Planck could no longer stand up, his intact hand was grabbing the amulet uncontrollably.

Even with his best efforts, the amulet was ripped off and thrown aside.

A black mist emerged from the talisman and turned into a pale figure with resentful eyes.

He walked towards Planck, and as soon as he took a step, he appeared in front of the latter in the next instant.

"You think I'm a weak ghost? As I said earlier, this talisman can't trap me! Love, I'm invincible!"

Plank felt that the control of his body was back, but with it, there was also the cold touch brought by the black mist passing through the skin.

Without the protection of the amulet, the mist is sucking the life out of this crippled body. The ghosts hiding in it let out hungry roars, and groups of ghouls are gearing up, waiting for the order of the Ruined King to come forward and drink blood.

"Stop." Fiego held up a hand.

Fogs, spirits, horrors—everything seemed to hold in place under the command of the Ruined King.

He squatted down halfway, lightly brushed off Planck's hand on the hilt of the sword, and then held his hand up, plucking his knuckles, as if playing a distant memory on the keys.

Then he said: "Also as a leader, as a warrior with high martial arts skills, as long as you are willing to surrender to me, you can become a stronger servant, not a ghost controlled only by hunger."

"Voyego, you still don't understand Bilgewater's style... Even you can't step on my head and shit, I, Plank, will never become someone else's vassal!" Plank laughed ho ho After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "I'd rather die than be king."

Fiego seemed disappointed, he pulled out his giant sword, and said a word coldly.

"Then go to die."

After all, Fiego disappeared, leaving behind countless uncontrollable grievances.

The ghouls, fog walkers, and wraiths all rushed forward one after another. Plank didn't want to let fate be ruined here, so he raised his weapon and prepared to fight to the end.

The thick fog was like a muddy swamp. He raised his legs, which were as heavy as lead, and rushed towards the direction of the amulet.

He remembered that Vyego didn't take the amulet away, and he didn't know if he was thinking about his queen and neglecting other things, or because he felt that this thing was no longer a threat and could be ignored.

In short, Baru's heart became Planck's life-saving straw at this time.The only way to survive in this vast fog is to regain the amulet.

A demon with blood-red eyes flew towards Planck. He blocked the bite with his prosthetic limb, and then stuck the muzzle of the gun on it to explode his head.There was no splash of blood, only blue-green light emerging from the flying skull.Plank hardly paused for a moment, pulled out the Bilgewater scimitar from his waist, and split the neck of another Mist Walker, and when he cut the undead, he felt the familiar sense of reality in his hands.

Frozen claws scratched his back, and his broken left arm seemed to be filled with ice water.Plank stabbed behind him with his backhand, and the undead howled and dissipated.The undead piled up in front of him, but his speed slowed down, and the feeling of weakness began to spread to his whole body. His heel was scratched again, and he felt as if he was dragging his body forward in the mud.

The blade was stained with something sticky, maybe blood, maybe something else, whatever.Planck opened the cover of the prosthesis, and shook off the black powder, which was stuck to the blade by the viscous liquid.Then he gritted his teeth and removed the entire prosthesis, threw it towards the path where the undead piled up, raised his pistol and exploded the prosthetic in mid-air.

boom!
The explosion tore a path of blood and fire in front, and Plank ran over with staggering legs.When stepping through the flames, he stretched out the scimitar in his hand towards a wounded stump, the black powder stained on the blade was immediately ignited, and the hot flame burned his forearm, slightly dispelling the coldness of his whole body.

Plank knocked over one of the fog wraiths with his fiery scimitar, and the wraiths backed away, hissing.

Do the dead also fear?

Looks like it will.They were forced back by the fire knife, but he did not hesitate to cut all the way, and finally found an amulet emitting emerald green light beside a rusted helmet.

Although it had already dimmed a lot at the moment, it was still more than enough to protect him from living in the black mist.

Just when Planck was a few steps away from the amulet, a sharp claw grabbed the amulet before him.

"Poor miserable soul, how does betrayal feel?"

The green light of the lantern illuminated his astonished face, Plank raised his head and looked at Thresh's disfigured face, a ghostly will-o'-the-wisp burning in his neck.A pair of empty eye sockets, like a black hole leading to nothingness - no sympathy, no kindness, and no humanity.

Thresh's presence made the undead retreat, as if they were also afraid of the lantern in his hand.

"Are you here to laugh at me? Demon."

"Perhaps, do you want it?" Thresh handed the amulet to Plank, but the latter just watched, indifferent.

"It seems that you have accepted your fate."

Plank knew that he was at the end of his rope, and the cunning Thresh was not as easy to fool as Fyego. "You've been deceiving me from the start, there's no way anyone will be stronger than Fiego."

"Voyego is not invincible. His only weakness is his love for the queen. But you were too impatient and didn't wait for me to get the most important thing. Failure is a matter of course." Thresh's voice was still cold, and he didn't seem to be Not angry, or this was within his expectations.

"Heh, when you get everything ready, I have no chance."

"You let me fail the plan that I have prepared for many years, but I didn't put all my bets on you."

"Voyego won't let you go."

"Then avoid the sharp edge." Thresh grimaced and said, "When I receive the reward I deserve, I will naturally leave."

(End of this chapter)