The ultimate villain [Western Fantasy]

"boom"

The heavy object hit the ground with a loud noise.

Amidst the dust, a figure was affected by the huge impact and slid backwards.

The figure crossed its hands to protect its head in embarrassment, and there was a burning pain in its back.

After struggling to stop the momentum of continuing to slide backwards, he quickly got up and distanced himself from the two figures in front of him who were tightly wrapped in black cloaks.

He clutched his chest, desperately trying to suppress the sweet blood that surged up from his chest, but all was in vain, the blood line had already spread from the corner of his mouth, his whole body was in pain, and it was difficult to move his body.

If you are caught off guard by a powerful attack, even if you regain your strength, you will inevitably not be injured.

The whole body was covered in a black cloak, and the taller one took a step forward, looked at the bewildered figure, and said coldly, "If there is no hope, why bother struggling?"

"It's just adding to the embarrassment..."

"You said, didn't you? The Lord of the Abyss personally exiled—"

"It's also his own brother—"

"Basar."

Every word struck Basar's heart like a sledgehammer, and the humiliation wrapped around his heart like a spider web, and it became tighter and tighter as he breathed.

"Who are you?" Basar asked with difficulty in a hoarse voice, like the roar of rusted iron.

The days of running away have consumed all his pride, and now he is like a lost dog.

"I thought we'd been together for so many years, you would recognize me just by my voice, but...

"Now it seems that I am being sentimental."

The taller one in the black cloak had a mocking tone in his cold tone.

"However, you are going to die anyway, and it doesn't matter if you know my true face..." He paused for a moment, and then his tone became colder: "Just treat it as if I have been with you for so many years..."

"For what you keep, last, mercy."

However, he took off his mask and hat, and what Basar saw was an extremely familiar face, but now it seems that it is extremely strange.

Delicate and handsome, without any aggressiveness.Even inwardly, it is more feminine and beautiful.

Basar's pupils constricted, and his whole body stiffened instantly. He swallowed with difficulty, his Adam's apple rolled, and then in an unbelievable tone, he said the name of the familiar demon in front of him: "Nardi ?”

"No," the handsome young man twitched a mocking smile, and cruelly announced the truth: "My name is Phil."

"..."

Basar wanted to ask: So everything with me is a lie?

However, when he was about to blurt out the words, he suddenly woke up.

Since the names are all fake, how can everything made with this fake name be true?

Basar felt that he couldn't take another blow because he had nothing at the moment, so he kept silent.

"why do not you speak?"

There was a cold arc at the corner of Phil's mouth, and then he walked slowly towards Basar step by step, every step seemed to step on the apex of Basar's heart.

"All honor and rights are lost..."

"Continuously being repelled by the abyss..."

"Pride and madness have been polished to a thin sheet of paper..."

"One poke will break..."

"The closest successor to the King of the Abyss..."

"What's left now..."

"But it's just an empty shell like a walking dead."

This was blatant trampling, but Basar was powerless to refute it, because everything was an unrepentant fact.

Today, he has been entangled in nightmares and broken with pride, and has become a bereaved dog.

sadly...

ridiculous.

When Fei'er saw Basar's resignation, the inexplicable anger in his heart became hotter, burning his heart with bursts of pain.

"Phil, isn't our mission to kill him? Why are you talking so much nonsense, is it possible that you still like this kind of thing?" An old voice came from another black cloak.

"John Ke, just take care of yourself! It's not your turn to intervene in my affairs!" Phil shouted coldly without looking back.

John Ke laughed strangely, and ignored Phil's words, but walked up to Basar, looked at it carefully, and then his eyes burst into an ugly and greedy light, and he sighed "tsk tsk".

"Look carefully, this guy looks pretty good..."

Accompanied by the obscene words, he wanted to touch Basar's face with wrinkled, bark-like hands.

Basar suddenly opened his eyes wide, and looked at the disgusting hand in disgust. He wanted to back away, but his body couldn't support it. Finally, he closed his eyes, not wanting to see this disgusting scene again.

"Ah!!!" However, what came after a while was not a creepy touch, but a horrified scream.

Basar opened his eyes suddenly, and saw that those disgusting hands were being firmly grasped by Phil an inch away from his face, and then the broken bones were twisted in an abnormal state.

"Phil! Let go!" John Ke screamed.

However, Phil was not moved by it at all, and directly lifted John Ke's body with that hand, and then slammed to the side, regardless of his old body.

When John Ke hit the ground, he didn't vomit blood, but coughed violently, and then intermittently threatened: "Phil, don't forget, our lives are connected!"

"So what?" There was a gloomy light in Mayfair's eyes, staring at John Ke lying on the ground like a poisonous snake: "I don't think you can die so easily."

"John Ke, you have to recognize one fact—"

"I don't cherish my life as much as you..."

"So next time you're looking for negotiation terms, please analyze who is more useful to you..."

John Ke squirmed his lips twice, but couldn't say a word.

A strange atmosphere gradually formed between the three creatures, they faintly faced each other, and there were different overlaps.

The silence at the moment is another kind of dispute without gunpowder, and the storm is sweeping.

A cold and sinister male voice broke the tranquility and accelerated the process of the storm.

"Phil, what John Ke said earlier is correct..."

"Your task is to kill him. However..."

"What are you doing now?"

A man wearing a silver half-face mask with dizzying and complicated patterns on it suddenly appeared in the center of the battlefield.

The exposed lips under the mask outlined an extremely evil smile, and the eyes hidden under the mask seemed to go directly through layers of flesh and blood to reach the beating heart, seeing everything inside clearly.

"Still, reluctant?"

Word by word, it hit Phil's heart accurately, crushing the only emotion into powder.

Ever since this weird masked man appeared, Phil unconsciously clenched his heart and his whole body went stiff.

Then he was silent for a while, and finally said with difficulty: "How is it possible?"

How could he do the fake show, the only thing he wants is the supremacy.

After silently repeating this sentence three times in his heart, a firm light finally flashed in Phil's eyes.

Some lies, after being told for a long time, will directly become the truth.

"Really?" The masked man sighed with unknown meaning, and then said to Phil lightly: "Then prove it to me."

"Yes."

As the words fell, Phil walked slowly towards Basar, and the dagger caught in his sleeve flicked out. The blade was white and sharp, and it shone coldly under the moonlight.

At the last moment of his life, Basar glanced at the icy moonlight that was as soft as a silver veil but could only illuminate people's hearts, and smiled softly, as if relieved.

Then, looking at Phil who was slowly walking towards him, he said flatly, "Perhaps, from that moment on, death is my best way back."

What about your pride?

What about your ambition? !

Looking at the face that looked a little calm at this moment, Phil couldn't help but want to growl.

However, he held back.

Because of this, it doesn't help.

The moment the dagger plunged into Basar's chest.

Basal said the last words in his life to Phil: "I once really liked you for a moment."

"So, my nightmare-like life, which has been incomplete since I was born, will be ended by you..."

"Perhaps it's my luck."

After all, Basar showed a smile without any impurities, and the gloom between his brows quickly disintegrated and disappeared.

Even though the pain in his chest was like surging waves, his expression was still calm.

For a demon like him, falling in love with another demon, even for a moment, is precious.

Feeling that Basar's breath was gone and his body began to become cold, Phil suddenly stretched out his hands and made a hug gesture to his corpse.

However, everything is just illusion.

The sleeping demon will no longer give him a warm hug.

After Phil realized this, a tear slipped from the corner of his eye, which was clear and crystal clear without any impurities.

He said to the demon who had been sleeping forever: "I loved you too."

It was only at this time that he dared to pour out the heartbeat that really existed in his heart.

"Indeed, as he said, perhaps death is his best way back."

"And didn't his wish come true in another way?"

The man wearing the mask smiled softly, his voice with a hint of coldness drifting under the quiet starry sky.

Then he raised an unknown arc at the corner of his mouth, and said a word meaningfully.

"Also, sometimes, death is not the end."