Black mist filled the entrance, disturbing the 'shadows' wherever it touched.
Under the light, whether it is tables, chairs, sofas, or the shadows cast by Pariston under the light, they all twist and stretch, like subjects kneeling to the ground when they see their master.
The [King] has arrived, and all the shadows surrender.
Pariston wanted to applaud to strengthen his momentum, but found that he could not even move a finger. He just stayed in the original position and sat stiffly on the sofa, but he could still speak:
"Please forgive me for not being able to get up to greet this unknown distinguished guest."
The black mist spiraled and shrank, and finally condensed into a figure whose size was unclear, slowly walking towards Pariston.
Every time he takes a step, part of the light in the house disappears, and everything the figure passes turns into a dark world.
Even Pariston, whose way of thinking is different from ordinary people, can't help but feel a little frightened by the vision in front of him. The figure in front of him is definitely not the state that [Nian] can reach, it is simply like a god walking in the world.
'...gods...
"Are you and Heather the same kind?" Pariston suddenly asked.
The progress of the light in the room being eroded stopped, and a deep and rich laughter came from the darkness: "Heather? Is that the kid who caused trouble in Saheer Tower? The same kind, so to speak..."
Brat... Heather, who can destroy the entire United States of Sahelta with one strike as a 'god', is actually just a brat in this 'person''s mouth? Is it bluffing, or is it absolute confidence?
Pariston calmed down and continued to test: "Before you kill me, can you allow me to say a few more words? I will never dare to make any small move in front of you, just say a few words."
"Say it...I'm listening."
The black shadow approached Pariston. The room was originally lit with lights, but now only a small area around Pariston was left with light. The rest of the area was completely occupied by darkness. The low voice echoed in the abyss, causing waves of echoes.
.
"First of all, I want to report to you that Heather has killed one of your compatriots at the Hunter Association exam site in January this year. His name was Shintaro Miki."
Pariston spoke at a leisurely pace:
"The methods are cruel and vicious, with no regard for the feelings of our compatriots. But does this prove that the relationship between Heather, Mr. Miki and you is not cooperation, but more akin to 'competition'?"
"……continue."
"I have done a detailed investigation and found that both Mr. Miki and Heather have shown their persistence in a certain goal. Mr. Miki is obsessed with 'women' and 'power', while Heather is obsessed with the title of 'the strongest in the world'
.Perhaps, there is an unknown competition behind everyone, and you can get corresponding rewards by completing corresponding goals, so Heather completely ignored Miki's friendship with his compatriots, and instead killed him with cruel means."
"Oh...smart, but you should know what happens to unpleasant smart people in the face of absolute power."
The light is getting dimmer, but Pariston is not panicked and still has that hearty smile: "Then I will make myself a smart person that you like and use for your use. I guess you must be the same as Heather."
There is also a competitive relationship between them? If you want to accomplish some specific 'goals', sometimes a traitor who is good at operating in secret is more effective and useful than the destruction caused by external forces. You won't deny this, right?"
"It seems you hate Heather?"
"It's not that annoying, but Heather's temperament is too ups and downs. He can be a 'hero' or a 'devil'. Without self-persistence, people who are manipulated by evil and follow the crowd will eventually fall on the steps of self-destruction.
Numerous facts throughout the ages have proven this.”
Paris talked freely and did not hide the "rape" role he was about to play at all:
"Compared with him, I hope that a 'god' like you who is reasonable and can communicate will rule the world. To this end, I am willing to call on all my contacts and hidden connections, and cooperate with the plan I set before to cooperate with you to kill Hai
Se, clear all obstacles on your way forward."
"Facing Heather, who can destroy a superpower, do you still have a complete plan to deal with it? Tell me." Black Shadow seemed to be interested.
"Emotions are Heather's shackles. He was born as a being comparable to a god, but his hands and feet were bound by shackles like 'family' and 'friendship'. Bound by feelings, he was just a domesticated monster. Even if he was born
It has sharp teeth and claws but is willing to bow down and lick the feed. Similarly, once the other end of the chain called 'emotion' is torn off, the monster will become furious. Even if it loses its temper and roars and struggles with all its strength, it will eventually collapse from exhaustion.
land."
Pariston’s smile was bright and cheerful, without a hint of sinisterness, but his words were chilling:
"The one who had the closest relationship with Heather was a grocery store owner. His death completely angered Heather and made him waste his energy to create an unprecedented storm to destroy the United States of Sahelta. Such power will definitely have unpredictable consequences.
A powerful price. It can even be inferred that Heather overdrawn her 'future' for revenge, in exchange for strength beyond common sense. Generally speaking, we only need to wait for Heather to exhaust all her thoughts in madness.
Then he will be dragged into the abyss by the terrible 'price', never to return."
"Then what if I don't want to 'just wait'?" The shadow's voice echoed in the room, as strangely as if it was reverberating in a huge cave.
Pariston's eyes slightly curved, and his smile became brighter: "Then we can add more fire to him. For a person like him who values emotional ties, what is the fatal blow? The answer is - kill him with his own hands.
People who value."
Having said this, Pariston even laughed uncontrollably, as if he had thought of a scene that excited him to the extreme:
"His master Izenabi and his brother-in-law Kurapika have been captured by me and sent to the border of the Montgomery Federation. Once the storm spreads across the border of the United Sahelta Federation, I will
The moment the storm hits, the curtain is lifted, allowing Heather to witness the storm she created tearing the people she cares into pieces! In this way, even if Heather does not have a mental breakdown on the spot, she will at least fall into severe self-denial and extreme self-destruction.
Inclination, and this will be your perfect opportunity to appear, as long as..."
"Let me ask you, why are you trying so hard to get Heather? Do you have a personal vendetta?"
The black shadow suddenly interrupted Pariston's self-pleasure.
Pariston's face showed some compassion: "I am a weak person, so I can understand the pain of the weak. Human beings are indeed weak in front of Heather, but human beings do not need such capricious gods. For the future of humankind, I
I am willing to dedicate everything I have, even to the point of sacrificing the entire country of Sahelta. As long as the future of mankind can continue to exist, I will..."
The words stopped abruptly, the black mist swallowed up the last light in the room, and Pariston was completely swallowed up by darkness.
In the boundless darkness, only the voice of the shadow echoed:
"You are just a pervert who feels happy when others hate you. Don't flatter yourself."
The thick black fog suddenly dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the black shadow. There was a smile of unknown meaning in the eyes looking at Sahel Tower in the distance:
"The meeting gifts have been prepared, let's meet face to face, newlyweds."