winter era

Chapter 161 Black Demon
But Kaos' palm was cut off silently before it touched Baimian's body.

The silver arc, which is no different from the streamer slash that Baimian swung at the beginning, separated Kaos' wrist and arm from each other.Almost in the blink of an eye, the crazily moving void swallowed up Kaos' skeletal palm.This is definitely a considerable blow to the sage who is already close to the law.

But looking at his broken palm, Kaos didn't even have the slightest expression of anger.Instead, he used those gray-black pupils to stare at the direction where the streamer came from.Standing over there is a white face who is exactly the same as in front of him now.

"It's interesting, I just said that my apprentice can't be an idiot."

Flipping his bare wrist, Kaos still had that winning smile on his face.Even if his palm was submerged in the void, he didn't feel any trouble. It might be better to say that his greater attention is now on the white face who just appeared and waved the streamer.Because the appearance of this white face was completely out of his sensing range, but a sudden attack.

If it was said that his apprentice would do something meaningless, Kaos would be the first to not believe it.Although Rosalind didn't think her brain was very sharp when she was by her side, her intelligence was definitely not inferior to that of Kaos himself.

After all, he is a freak who dares to attack dragons in the range of elves, and he has become a wizard class with a considerable degree through his own learning.The initial obstacles that had troubled the mage for a long time did not make the elf a little bit confused.If she didn't have the kind of personality that counts as exhaustive, it would be completely impossible for her to break into that class without any help.Even with the help of her dead ghost father, it is completely impossible.

So the ending is obvious, Rosalind must have some backup means.Even if most of the so-called suicide death in that timeline is true, things like cursing the world are definitely strange.But even if there was something strange, he had to wait until someone appeared before he could ask, that's why he stood here chatting for so long.

But now it seems that those seemingly meaningless small talk are more or less effective.At least one person couldn't help but jumped out and cut off his arm recklessly.That's a good start.

"If Rosalind really trusts you, she will tell you that physical harm is completely useless to me."

A shadow like black mud surged out of Kaos' sleeves, wrapping around the severed wrist.

The severed wrist that was continuously splashing the blood-like streamer material quickly stopped spraying the streamer material under the action of the black mud, as if completely blocking the streamer's damage.Then the black mud moved, as if it was pregnant with something that stretched and stretched, and it took only a while to reshape the image of a dry palm.

When the black mud faded away, the palm that had become nothingness reappeared on the wrist, as if it had never been cut off.The dry and fair palm appeared in the sleeve robe again, causing the two white faces to fall into silence.

"Quality is meaningless, I remember I once said that. For me, any kind of harm is meaningless. The harm you can cause is nothing but material harm. The cause and effect of fate, even a sage, can't help it Interfering at the same level, the higher level is even more incomprehensible. So for you, I am now immortal. No, or this is not appropriate. It should be said that I am now immortal and invincible. right."

Kaos didn't fool anyone at all on this point.The state he is in now is really equivalent to immortality for the two white faces.Because the white noodles have no way to interfere with Kaos' footsteps.Even cutting off his body can heal, and crushing his body with the void is meaningless, only to watch him return to his original appearance.

And even in their original world, facing those ancient sages who penetrated heaven and earth, this King of Chaos still suppressed five people with one hand, using pure violence to establish himself as the strongest in the world.

"When I was a great wizard, I was able to fill my wounds with shadows, and I used magic to build most of my body. What on earth would I lose when I was a sage? Quick recovery ability? Didn't Rosalind tell you what the real body of my ability is? What I am good at is neither spirit nor soul, and even those emotions are just by-products of my later research. Rosalind Didn't tell you?"

Looking at the two white faces standing in the void like copy-pasted products, Kaos smiled weakly, and a strange smile gradually appeared on his face.He had deduced a lot from this silence.For example, Rosalind's current mental state, or the authenticity of a part of what they are planning, and some wonderful ideas.

"The world over there should have been destroyed, right? As for how there are so many beings close to sages, that's your secret. I won't ask about it, but I still have something I want to ask."

A strange liquid continuously spread under the black robe, as if being manipulated by someone, it twisted into a dazzling posture.

"Rosalind should be asking you to separate my ability to manipulate emotions and soul? Because she can only master this one ability. And she doesn't want to indulge in the darkness, and she doesn't want to distribute her spirit in Every corner of the world. So she created a lie to implement her plan? But I am a little curious about how the future me died. That kind of thing must not be understood by you at all, so I have a little bit of a plan."

Kaos looked at the two white faces who were waiting in full battle and smiled slightly, stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers.In just a split second, an indescribable black mud emerged from the void behind the white face, wrapping them in the void.The two white faces were pierced through their limbs and fixed in the void before they even had time to resist.

"How did I die, can you tell me?"

(End of this chapter)