quicksilver blood

Chapter 530 Lord of Ashes
In front of the furious Marco, everyone fell into silence.

That may not be quite right.

It is more accurate to say that right in front of his eyes, all the Ashes were screaming, and a terrible alienation occurred.

Their eyeballs crystallized, and a thin layer of faint yellow crystals emerged.

Their joints protrude with sharp translucent crystal spines, their spines are so high that their backs arch.Their skin quickly dehydrated and dried up, turning a lava-like dark red.

They raised their heads and stared fixedly at their former respected spiritual mentor, with malice written all over their expressionless faces.

The horse could see this, but was not afraid at all.

"Come on, monsters!"

He roared, staring at those monster-like ashes like a sleepy wolf, growling in a low voice: "Kill me if you can! Bastards!"

He slowly pulled out the steel whip that was burning with dirty flames, his ferocious face was full of killing intent.

Probably because he couldn't bear the pressure, one of the Ashes who was closest to him finally couldn't bear it anymore and rushed towards Marco.

However, before he rushed to Marco's side, he was hit directly in the chest by his whip.Immediately, the man's chest collapsed, and broken crystal fragments scattered all over the ground.

Their immortality didn't help at all, as if they were directly ignored by Marco.

The moment Marco attacked, three more Ashes rushed over.

The crystal thorns that pop out from their fingers and elbows are enough to kill others in one blow. In addition to their lightning-like speed, which cannot be caught by the naked eye, if they are not facing Marco , even if it is one against a hundred, it is not impossible.

However, they happened to be facing Marco.

The steel whip, burning with dirty flames, came first, clattered and dragged on the ground, making harsh metal friction sounds, and then flashed continuously in the air like thunder.

Amidst the sharp whistling sound, the three ashes whose skin was as tough as a mountain were pumped into the chest by a huge force.Marco's blow broke their bodies in half in mid-air, and the dark yellow dirty blood splashed out in all directions, soaking Marco's robe in an instant.

Probably because of being intimidated by Marco's power, the remaining alienated ashes did not continue to rush forward to die.They were just like hungry wild dogs, staring at Marco threateningly on one side, but silently backing away on the other side.

But Marco didn't give up.

He shouted loudly: "Come out, Windtalker!"

"I know you're here!"

However, after Marco finished calling, there was dead silence and nothing happened.

"Not coming out, right..."

The corner of Marco's mouth turned up in disdain, and he took a few steps in a certain direction.

Then, without any warning, Marco raised his hand and swung the steel whip, pulling it into the air directly in front of him.

But his steel whip did not swing down.

Just as he raised his steel whip, a violent hurricane erupted in front of him for no reason.

The roaring hurricane made Marco's robe flutter, and his feet slid backwards slightly on the ground.

That's not just the hurricane, that's "knockback" itself.Even Marco couldn't remain completely still with this level of mighty force.

Ma Ke watched the hurricane gradually dissipate in his spare time, revealing the person hidden in the air.

That's Windtalker.An elemental prince from the destroyed Elemental Plane.

Unlike his brethren, who were always bloodless and tearless, Windtalker acquired human emotions long ago.

——In other words, he got the emotion of being a Twilight believer.

"It's really you!"

Seeing the Windtalker whom he hadn't seen for a long time appear in front of him, Marco was not surprised at all.

He just yelled at Windtalker: "What are you doing again!"

"It's up to you to do what you want!"

Windtalker replied not to be outdone: "Are you going to betray Higgs?!"

"How about betrayal!"

Marco sneered: "I've never had faith in Higgs—I'm not a twilight follower like you who fell into the abyss."

"I'm human—again, I'm human! It doesn't matter what I was in my previous life. I just need to remember that I'm human...Even if my shape changes, I'll always be human."

"Don't lie to yourself, Marco."

Windtalker said softly: "You know that this world will eventually be destroyed. Roland is just dying. This world has been destroyed, even if he kills you, kills me, and kills everyone You people, he can't kill Twilight—in the end, he can't change anything, and all the miracles he performed are nothing but meaningless."

"--so what?"

Marco asked blankly: "Even if it doesn't make sense... But, so what?"

"……what are you talking about."

This time, it was Windtalker who showed surprise.

But Marco asked forcefully: "Let me ask you, even if Roland can't change anything, even if the final outcome is doomed... But, so what?"

"Even if fate is doomed, even if there is no possibility of any change in the ending, even if everything is so hopeless, human beings still will not give up even a chance, will not give up a little bit of hope, and will do their best to resist—even if all struggles are in vain. It’s just a mantis’ arms, but as long as you fight with the awareness that it doesn’t matter if you sacrifice yourself, even if you can’t change the cruel fate, everything will become a little bit better in the end.”

Marco said sonorously: "I think this kind of tenacity and unyielding will, this kind of courage to die willingly, is the most precious thing about human beings."

"Yes - I love humans and I'm proud to be human. I'm nothing but human."

"I was born as a human being, and I died as a human being. My will is free until death! I chose the path of ashes with my personal will, and I chose to be an enemy of Roland with my personal will. So, now I I will choose to perish with my own will—”

At this time, the Windtalker has completely fallen into silence.That was not being persuaded, but a thorough realization that it was impossible for him to persuade Marco.

At this time, Marco's cheeks had cracked in his excitement, revealing the scorching hot lava.

"Listen up, Windtalker! I am Marco, I am Marco, the Lord of Ashes—I am responsible for these children! I will never let their bodies defiled by evil gods leave here, and do what they hated when they were alive. Things!"

He roared angrily, his voice like thunder, rumbling.

The color of ashes gleamed in his eyes—

(End of this chapter)