In front of the furious Marco, everyone fell silent.
That may not be right.
To be more accurate, right in front of his eyes, all the Embers roared and underwent terrible alienation.
Their eyeballs crystallized, and a thin layer of faint yellow crystals emerged.
Their joints were punctured with sharp translucent crystal spines, and their spines were high and their backs were curved. Their skin quickly lost water and dried up, turning into a dark red like magma.
They raised their heads and stared at the spiritual mentor they respected in the past, their expressionless faces full of malice.
The horse could see this, but was not afraid at all.
"Come on! Monsters!"
He roared, staring at the monster-like Embers like a trapped wolf, and growled in a low voice: "Kill me if you can! Bastards!"
He slowly drew out the steel whip burning with dirty flames, his ferocious face full of killing intent.
Probably unable to bear the pressure, an Asher who was closest to him finally lost his patience and pounced on Marco.
However, before he could rush to Marco's side, he was hit directly in the chest with his whip. Immediately, the man's chest deflated, and the broken crystal fragments were scattered on the ground.
Their immortality was of no use at all, as if they were directly ignored by Marco.
The moment Marco launched his attack, three more Embers rushed over.
The crystal thorns that popped out from their fingers and elbows were enough to kill others with just one blow. In addition, they were as quick as thunder, with a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye. If they were not facing Marco,
, even if one fights a hundred, it is not impossible.
However, what they faced happened to be Marco.
The steel whip burning with dirty flames arrived first and clanged on the ground, making a harsh sound of metal friction, and then flashed through the air like lightning.
Amidst the sharp whistling sound, the three Ashmen with skin as tough as mountains were hit in the chest by huge force. Marco's blow directly broke their bodies into two pieces in mid-air, and the faint yellow
Dirty blood sputtered out in all directions, soaking Marco's robe in an instant.
Probably because they were intimidated by Marco's power, the remaining alienated Embers did not continue to rush towards them to die. They were just like hungry wild dogs, staring at Marco threateningly on one side, while silently attacking him on the other.
Back up.
But Marco didn't give up there.
He shouted: "Come out, Windspeaker!"
"I know you're here!"
However, after Marco finished calling, there was dead silence and nothing happened.
"You won't come out, right..."
The corners 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, whipping it into the air directly in front of him.
But his steel whip did not swing down.
As soon as he raised his steel whip, a violent hurricane burst out in front of him for no apparent reason.
The roaring hurricane blew Marco's robes, and his feet slid slightly backward on the ground.
It was not just a hurricane, it was "repelling" itself. Even Marco was unable to remain completely motionless amidst such a level of power.
Marco watched calmly as the hurricane gradually dissipated, revealing the person hidden in the air.
That was the Windspeaker, an elemental prince from the destroyed elemental plane.
Unlike his brothers who were always bloodless and tearless, Windspeaker gained human emotions a long time ago.
——In other words, I got the emotion of being a Twilight believer.
"It's really you!"
Seeing the Wind Whisperer, whom he had not seen for a long time, appear in front of him, Marco was not surprised at all.
He just yelled at the Wind Talker: "What are you going to do again!"
"It's up to you to do what you want!"
Not to be outdone, Windtalker replied: "Are you going to betray Higgs?!"
"How about betrayal!"
Marco sneered: "I have never had faith in Higgs - I am not a follower of the twilight who fell into the abyss like you."
"I am human - again, I am human! What identity I had in my previous life has nothing to do with me. I just need to remember that I am human... Even if my appearance changes, I will always be human."
"Don't lie to yourself, Marco."
Wind Whisperer said softly: "You yourself also know that this world will eventually be destroyed. Roland is just struggling to his death. This world has been destroyed, even if he kills you, kills me, kills everyone
He can't kill Dusk, his beloved people - in the end, he can't change anything, and all the miracles he performs are nothing but nothing, without any meaning."
"——So what?"
Marco asked expressionlessly: "Even if it doesn't make sense...but, so what?"
"...What are you talking about."
This time, it was the Wind Whisperer who showed a surprised look.
Marco asked sonorously and forcefully: "Let me ask you, even if Roland can't change anything, even if the final outcome is already determined... but so what?"
"Even if fate is doomed, even if there is no possibility of changing the outcome, even if everything is so desperate, human beings still will not give up even a glimmer of opportunity, will not give up a little bit of despair, and will try their best to resist - even if all struggles are in vain
It's just a mantis trying to beat a chariot, 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 slightly better in the end."
Marco said sonorously and forcefully: "I think this kind of indomitable will and this kind of courage to die happily is the most valuable thing about human beings."
"Yes - I love humans and I am proud to be human. I am nothing but human."
"I was born as a human being and died as a human being. My will is free until my death! I chose the path of ashes with my personal will. I chose to be the enemy of Roland with my personal will. So, now I
I will choose to perish by my own will——"
At this time, the Windtalker had completely fallen into silence. It was not that he was persuaded, but that he was completely aware that it was impossible for him to convince Marco.
At this time, Marco's cheek had cracked in his excitement, revealing the hot lava inside.
"Listen up, Windspeaker! I am Marco, I am Ash Lord Marco - I am responsible for these children! I will never let their bodies tainted by the evil god leave here and do what they hated in life.
thing!"
He roared angrily, his voice was like thunder, rumbling.