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Chapter 318 Chapter 310 · "So he will be the god of my life"

The white solid emits a burst of red light, hitting the soul race still sitting on the seat like a meteor, the flames in it seem to be gushing out, and the scarlet color leaks out through the crack——

"boom--!"

The soul race was about to leave, but before it was too late, a violent explosion surrounded them, completely covering the entire seating area.

Since it was a confined space, this group of souls had no time to escape.

The sawdust scattered, flesh and blood flew across, and Su Mingan swung out with a sword, cutting off the severed arm of a soul clan flying towards him.

The white solid thrown out by Su Mingan just now is a mechanical explosive made by him.Since he was standing behind Archelev, no one saw the movement of his hands behind his back.

Plus the one made at the beginning of the game, a total of two explosives were thrown out by him.

Dynamite works extremely well, and he has seen its high burst damage as early as the fourth world.It is even more effective to be detonated in this kind of place, and he heard the sound of killing water flowing in his ears.

Kassan on the side trembled all over, as if he did not expect to see such a scene.

"Xiao... Xiaona!"

He rushed over suddenly, as if he wanted to jump into the flames like this, but there was a crisp "click" on his leg, and he fell down with a face full of pain.

Su Ming'an ignored this person, he aimed his sword at the souls who escaped from the explosion.

"Shh!"

Blood spurted out in front of his eyes.

He reached out and summoned Shadow.

The remaining [-] career points were deducted to [-] points. When Ying appeared, there was no nonsense, and he directly moved to another exit.

"boom--!"

In the sealed underground auditorium, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Corpses fell on the ground one after another, their bodies were uneven, and their bodies were still stained with unextinguished fire.

Kassan crawled into the smoke and dust, and found Xiaona who had passed out under the sawdust.

The explosives exploded on people's heads, and Xiaona, who fell down, was not affected, but her body was held down by a chair.

Kassan desperately moved the chair, his hands were bleeding from the sharp wooden thorns.His legs dragged on the ground, and a long stream of blood formed behind him.

When he struggled to drag Xiaona out with both hands, he saw a shadow above his head.

The man with a blood-red mask and a broken arm cast a ferocious look at him, and a sharp claw was stretching towards his head.

"Shh!"

The long sword pierced through the chest of the man with the red mask. Su Mingan retracted the sword and kicked it out. Chad was kicked into a bright red flame.

He watched Chad tumbling desperately in the flames, turned his head, and looked at Kassan who was lying on the ground and hugging Xiaona tightly.

...and Archerev, who was watching him from a distance.

The old man was not injured at all, and even his clothes were still in order.He even had his hands on the rim of his top hat, as if straightening it.

At this moment, Su Mingan heard the system prompt:

[Temporary mission: Exterminate the gathering point of the Huajie Soul Race in the Eastern District has been completed. (Kill more than half of the souls at the gathering point)]

[Kill the gathering point soul clan: 43/52]

【Calculating faction points...】

[Points will be issued after the soul hunting camp is settled. 】

……

"Ding dong!" With a crisp sound, Su Mingan's level rose to level three and level six.

Ying is still chasing and killing those fleeing soul clans, and it will probably not be long before they will completely wipe out these guys.

Su Ming'an raised his sword to the only soul-clan Archelev who was still standing in the auditorium.

He didn't know what the attitude of the other party was.

But it can already be seen that the opponent's combat effectiveness is quite high.Go through such an explosion like nothing happened.

As a high-ranking soul clan, the strength of the opponent may be stronger than that of Saya back then.

Archerev was silent.

His hands circled around his top hat, straightening it, which had tilted a bit in the explosion.

"Excellent." He said suddenly: "It seems that I was right to bring you here today."

"...You have long been displeased with this group of guys?"

"What the soul clan needs are compatriots who are united and united, not monsters who only have the concept of the strong preying on the weak." Archelev said: "They...are too much influenced by Lucia's strong concept."

"So you want these people to die too?"

"I just like compatriots with unique insights." Archerev opened his hands and smiled: "I will not expose you, on the contrary, I think your ideas are quite compatible with mine. You gave me a very Familiar feeling... I am more willing to help compatriots like you who share my thoughts."

Su Ming'an didn't speak.

He didn't know whether the old man said these words out of sincerity or falsehood, or whether the other party didn't want to get entangled with him.

The communicator has no signal underground, and he is going up to deliver the message.

"Do you want to leave just like that?" said Archelev.

"What?" Su Mingan turned sideways and looked at him.

"Young men on earth are dying," said Archelev.

Su Mingan lowered his gaze.

Kasang was hugging the unconscious Xiaona, covered in blood.

Chad's kick broke Kassan's ribs before, causing internal bleeding. He relied entirely on his willpower to support Xiaona's side, and now he has more air intake and less air output.

"It's hopeless." Su Mingan said.

Archerev smiled, didn't speak, but slowly approached Kassan.

Under Su Mingan's somewhat surprised gaze, Archerev made a knife with one hand and stabbed it into his own heart.

The golden liquid flowed from his fingertips, he pinched Kassan's jaw, and dripped the blood from his heart on the other's lips.

Moments later, Kassan's wounds began to heal rapidly.

When Kassan opened his eyes again, a pair of blood-red eyes appeared.

Archerev, who transformed Kassan into a soul race.

...to save the opponent's life.

"Thirty years ago, this human boy and I had a similar experience." Archelev let go.

He seems to be stuck in a long memory:

"Then... I met someone who was enough to change my life."

"A person wearing a pure white mask saved me who was dying, and transformed me into a soul clan, a high-ranking soul clan."

"He gave me eternal life, gave me the power to rule others, and he will never appear again."

"I regard him as the god who enlightened me."

"I invited the best craftsmen to create a pure white mask that was exactly the same as the one he was wearing at that time."

Archerev said this, and slowly turned his head.

That pair of deep blue, sea-like eyes stared at Su Mingan who was standing at the stairs and wearing a pure white mask.

"...Looking at it now, you really look alike." He said softly:
"Whether it's the way you behave, the way you talk, or ... the way you look when you're wearing a mask."

Su Ming'an didn't speak.

He just remained silent, responding to Archelev's verbal temptation.

He has already realized that Su Lin has set up a big game.

Even Archerev, the leader of the soul tribe in the Eastern District, was also a transformed existence of Su Lin.

This chess game completely envelops the Yate Empire, Praia, Cloud City, and the soul race and human beings above them.

Wherever he went, he met people in the game like Saya and Archerev.

"I was thinking at the time, why did that person save me? Why didn't he let a human being who fell in love with a soul race go to the way he should return?" Archelev said softly:
"I live in the gutter like an underground rat, never see the light of day, and always wear a mask."

"But then I gradually understood."

"It doesn't really matter."

"...we just want to 'live'."

"'LIVE' with your lover."

"And he gave me this opportunity, I will grasp it and regard him as my god."

"That's all."

"Because he restored my dignity."

"...so he will be the god of my life."

……

Kassan stood up slowly from the ground.

The wounds on his body healed at an incredible speed, and he had realized something.

When he carried Xiaona on his back and passed the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the auditorium, he saw his blood-red eyes.

"Xiaona..."

He muttered to himself.

After a short silence and silence, he picked up a dark ghost mask on the ground and put it on his face.

The mask was very wide, and it didn't fit his face shape, and there were cracks left by the explosion on it.

He adjusted slightly, the black mask covering his youthful face.

With his unconscious lover on his back, and his back facing the messy auditorium, he seemed to be ignoring everything in the outside world, walking slowly, with a slow pace, as if he was carrying a heavy weight on his back.

...until walking into the shadow of a staircase.

The scent of the soul clan poured out of him.

...and gradually merged with Xiaona's smell.

(End of this chapter)