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Chapter 890 Can We Make Peace?

The panic in Constantine grew stronger and stronger.

Because the 'warts' that covered almost his entire body were rioting, rising and falling, as if they had a life of their own.

Constant even felt that his magic power was disappearing rapidly, and those moving warts were slowly getting bigger.

It is visibly getting bigger.

"What's going on, what's going on."

Constant kept backing away. The more he looked at the strips of flesh on his body, the more frightened he became. He already knew that if he allowed these warts to grow, he might be in big trouble.

So he gritted his teeth and grabbed the largest "wart" on his lower abdomen. It felt slippery and very disgusting.

After taking a deep breath, Constant pulled hard.

The wart was torn off, and what flowed out was not blood, but a milky white liquid similar to lubricant.

At the same time, Constant's face was distorted, it was so painful.

He almost fainted from the pain.

Normally, it would be painful if the flesh in the abdomen was cut or a piece of it was missing, but it wouldn't hurt to this extent.

And the liquid that was flowing out was also very wrong.

He threw the still twisted wart in his hand to the ground, and the thing was still moving violently.

At the same time, the warts on his body twisted more violently.

"Your magic is disappearing quickly." Hardy said with a smile.

Constant also felt it, and he shouted in horror: "How is it possible, my magic, how could it be..."

He couldn't control his magic at all.

"Is this really your magic?" Hardy laughed.

The human race nowadays is really weak and can barely fight to a draw with the Lizardmen.

There is no comparison with ten thousand years later.

Not to mention magic theory, even writing has only been around for less than two hundred years.

In such an environment, the possibility of ordinary humans becoming magicians is very small. Even if a person has magical talent, it is impossible for him to have great magical power without magical inheritance.

But Constantine, his magic power is indeed very ordinary compared to Hardy, but from the perspective of humans in this era, it is very scary.

Therefore... the source of his magic power is very abnormal.

And abnormal sources will be taken away by abnormal means.

Constant's face changed drastically. He looked at those wriggling warts, which might be more appropriately called tentacles, with horror in his eyes.

"help me!"

He shouted to Hadi: "I can give you this city, I can..."

"Even if you die, this city will still belong to us, Basov."

Hardy smiled and took two steps back.

Constant took two steps forward and tried to reach out his hand to Hardy again, but at this moment his eyes suddenly became numb and even slowly closed.

Soon, Constantine's body began to weaken, his flesh and blood disappeared, but the warts grew faster.

Hardy was not in a hurry and just watched quietly.

Before long, Constantine's body became skinny and just skin and bones. However, the warts became larger and thicker.

Four of them are nearly two meters long and are thicker than the other warts.

It's creepy to look at.

Then, Constant slowly opened his eyes, and at this time his eyes were glowing with a green light.

"You actually waited quietly for my consciousness to emerge?"

Constant... or rather the consciousness of those warts, is speaking.

His voice was very hoarse and unpleasant.

"Yes, I want to see who is behind Constant." Hardy smiled and said, "Do you know I exist?"

Hardy continued to laugh and said nothing.

His telepathy was learned from the EPR trio. Although the spiritual consciousness behind Constantine tried hard to hide, it was still easy to recognize.

"You shouldn't have let me out." Constant looked at Hardy: "You could have lived, but now you can only die."

Hardy showed a provocative expression, flipped back quickly, and stood in the atrium.

Constant chased out.

There were quite a few guards in the atrium at this time. The previous fight had actually alarmed them, but without Constantine's order, they did not dare to rush into the main hall.

Now they saw their young master turned into a "skeleton" man with tentacles all over his body, and they were so scared that they dropped their weapons and fled.

It can be seen how loyal these guards are to the Tatude family.

"You don't want them to attack me, do you?" Constant walked out slowly. Because he lost weight too quickly, the thin skin on his body looked a little "big".

The extra tissue on the chin was dangling, looking very disgusting.

Hardy asked with a smile, "So, what's your name, and what type of creature are you? Parasites?"

"It's okay for you to think so." Constant touched his body and said, "You are very smart and talented, much better than most races and most powerful people I have seen. Are you interested in merging with me?"

"You're so ugly." Hardy said in a calm tone.

"But your spirit can become my parallel thinking and live forever. Isn't this a disguised form of immortality?" Constant pointed to his head. "Don't you like immortality?"

"I don't want an eternity of being someone else's slave, an eternity without autonomy." Hadi sighed and said as if he had accepted his fate, "But before I die, can you satisfy my curiosity?"

"What do you say?" Constant felt that he had already won the game, so he wanted to show some mercy.

"I've seen other people with these strips of flesh on their faces, and they're obviously not as serious as Constant's. Why aren't they possessed by spirits?"

"The principle is simple." Constant said slowly: "A strong body and spirit are like a strong eggshell. It is very hard and tough. It requires even greater strength to break out of the shell."

This was said simply and easily, and Hardy understood it instantly.

"So, you are actually very weak, right?"

Anyone who can break out of the shell in this state is probably not that strong.

"But it's more than enough to kill you." The other party was a little annoyed.

"is it?"

Hardy raised his right hand high and a black tornado appeared.

Constant was thrown heavily against the thick stone wall of the castle.

Although it hurt, he only suffered minor injuries.

What made him feel terrified was that he felt a huge amount of magical and mental power.

"What the hell!"

Constant cast a barrier on himself and regained his footing in the strong wind.

But the confident expression on his face no longer existed.