I just covet their strength

Chapter 156: The Lord of Absolute Extinction
The demon's mental space is usually closely related to its master.

Some are extremely gorgeous and luxurious palaces; some are holy and magnificent mountaintops; and some are majestic and murderous arenas.
But Westhead had never seen such a post-apocalyptic scene before him.

The deeper you go, the more you can feel the deep sadness and melancholy, as if you are walking in front of a huge tombstone.

It was not until an unknown amount of time had passed that Westhead heard singing. It was a faint voice, but in this world where only the howling wind was blowing, it was very clear.

Westhead immediately followed the sound.

Then he saw the candlestick.

On the brass candlesticks stood a varying number of white jade candles, burning with a dim candlelight that made him feel quite warm.

The cold and damp air was washed away, and even the melancholy in his heart dissipated a lot. It was so comfortable that Westhead couldn't help but shiver. As he got closer to the source, he could hear the content of the song clearly.

"Drink the madness from turbidity to transparency."

"Intertwined with fatigue and passion, life turns into flying dust, and there is no peace forever"

“No one was hurt. Is that commendable?”

"Is it right to follow the folly of all expectations?"

"The night sky twinkles, and the sea of ​​stars dances."

"The light fades, and the falling leaves are colorful."

"Up to the sky, up to the sky."

"Oh, up to the sky."

“But I only wish.”

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The singing was ethereal and clear, as if it was sung by a fragile soul, which attracted Westhead so much that he could not help but quicken his pace.

Walking along the candlelight road, there were more and more candles around, until later, the dim light from the candles had covered the dark sky, and at the end of the candlelight.

At the highest point surrounded by candlesticks, sat a girl in a red dress.

The long cherry-white hair that hung down seemed to have a dreamy color without all impurities, cascading down from the smooth back like a waterfall, thick and long, even longer than the girl's height.

And in this beautiful long hair there are black thorns intertwined, interspersed between the cherry white waterfalls.

The black and red dress had an off-shoulder design and flared sleeves, with the same dark thorn pattern as in her hair. The hem barely covered her thighs, revealing large areas of fair skin. Her long, round legs were slightly curled up, and the girl rested her face gently on her knees.

A sweet and pretty face like an exquisite doll, a small nose and lips, a timeless and quiet temperament like a painting, and cherry-white hair hanging down from the temples, fluttering slightly.

His eyes were like the sediment of true red embers; although their color was close to that of blood, they were filled with an inorganic softness and tranquility.

The independent girl is full of tenderness, which is out of tune with the surrounding environment. There is a sense of broken beauty. If this is a picture in a fairy tale, it is truly a breathtaking treasure.

However, Westhead did not feel relaxed at all, because the moment he saw the other party, a majestic sense of existence filled everything, making everything around him insignificant. There was only one existence in the whole world, and one will was manifested.

This is not unfamiliar.

Westhead had experienced similar feelings when facing the will of the Holy Tree.

Obviously, the girl with long cherry-white hair in front of him is the master of this mental world, the shadow of the god [Lord of Absolute Extinction].

The moment Westhead came over from the Candlelight Road, the Lord of Absolute Extinction stopped his soft singing and looked at him with his true red eyes.

Those eyes were filled with deep nostalgia and sadness as they stared at Westhead quietly.

Then, the Lord of Absolute Extinction stretched out his hand, and without moving his small lips, a cold voice emerged in Westhead's mind. It's just right, it's just right, this is the embodiment of divine power.

However, what the Lord of Absolute Extinction said made Westhead a little confused.

"My love."

"Come closer and hold my hand."

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Ok?
Although some demons do love to experience everything about mortals, and may even develop an unreasonably close relationship with their contractors, is it a bit too much to call someone "my love" when you first meet them?

Or is this the unique way of greeting from the Lord of Absolute Extinction? What is He trying to express? How should I respond?

Westhead did not relax at all because of the sweet girl's appearance of the Lord of Absolute Extinction. Instead, he quickly thought about the other party's possible deeper meaning.

Be it demons or gods, those who ascend are fundamentally different from mortals and are indescribable.

Seeing Westhead remain silent, the Lord of Absolute Extinction lowered his eyelids and continued:

"Hold my hand tight, don't let me go."

"My love, do you want me to bear this heartbreaking loneliness alone?"

"It's obvious that we are accomplices."

No, it’s our first meeting, and you’re making such a heavy speech?

"I'm sorry, respected Lord of Absolute Extinction."

Westhead thought again and again, then bowed to the girl with cherry-colored hair and a red dress sitting on the candlelit throne and said:

"Excuse me, have we signed a contract before? I don't remember it."

One possibility Westhead could think of was that he had signed a contract with the Lord of Extinction, but had forgotten the experience because of the cost of the contract.

As soon as he finished speaking, the Lord of Absolute Extinction's true red eyes widened slightly, and then he looked at Westhead again with a serious look. The latter only felt that a majestic and profound will passed through his body, and he was seen through from the inside out.

However, since he has decided to embrace the power of the devil, Westhead naturally doesn't mind his privacy being exposed.

"I see."

After the Lord of Absolute Extinction retracted his gaze, he nodded slowly:

"My love, I have waited too long and forgot the intersection. Is the time not right yet?"

The Shadow of the God seemed to be talking to himself, and even closed his eyes. Westhead continued to wait there for a long time, until the Lord of Absolute Extinction opened his eyes again and looked at him with gentle and affectionate eyes:

"So my love, what brings you here?"

Westhead immediately said, "You just read my memory, so you should know the trouble I'm facing now. I want to sign a contract with you in exchange for the power to wake Mivana from her rampage. For this, I am willing to pay the price you want."

If it were any other demon, Westhead would not dare to be so decisive. Although the Shadows of the Gods have different personalities and cannot be simply summarized as evil and cruel, they are not much better.

Gods need the element of "goodness", but demons do not. They are all extremely passionate and emotional beings.

The definition of low emotional intelligence is that everyone acts recklessly and without any scruples.

It is precisely because of his trust in the Lord of Absolute Extinction that Westhead dares to face the great being and propose a deal to the other party.

I guess the deal terms proposed by this friendly devil won't be too harsh, right?

(End of this chapter)