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Chapter 282 The Death of Ian

Ion had never felt so weak.

Almost nine hours have passed since he ascended to the gods.

He never thought that the peak of his life would only last for such a short time.

There was nothingness all around.

At this moment, he was in a state of chaos, kneeling on one knee.

He could feel that his strength was passing away little by little.

He tried to leave here several times, but all failed.

The powerful divine power around him suppressed him, and he couldn't even stand up.

"Zhang Jue..."

He read viciously.

No matter what, I can't figure out how this earthling has such a powerful treasure.

If he was in his heyday, he might still be able to fight against this cloth bag, but now, he has no hope of making a comeback.

Perhaps, he shouldn't provoke Zhang Jue.

But now, it's all over.

Footsteps sounded, and Zhang Jue walked in front of him at some point.

Ian raised his head and looked at him viciously.

"Why... why are you all against me, I have waited for thousands of years... why!"

Yan growled, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

Zhang Jue looked down at him with a calm expression: "If I have to say it, I can only blame you for being unlucky and meeting me. I'm not targeting you either. Anyone who dares to act | "

"..."

Yan said grimly: "Then why are you looking for me now? Just to see my jokes?"

"That's right." Zhang Jue nodded as a matter of course, "Don't you know, if you don't express your face to mock your opponent after a headwind, victory will be meaningless."

After listening to his words, Yan's blood surged up, his chest felt sweet, and he vomited a big mouthful of blood.

Zhang Jue saw that God's blood was actually golden.

It must be delicious to make blood tofu.

Yan glared at him, his chest heaved violently, and after a while, he gradually calmed down.

His failure was a foregone conclusion.

No matter how much he refuses to admit defeat, he can't change it.

Seeing that Yan fell silent and finally regained some sanity, Zhang Jue smiled slightly.

"Yan, the reason why I came to you is to make a deal with you."

Since coming to this world, Zhang Jue has done business with countless people, this sentence seems to have become his mantra.

And strangely enough, almost every deal ends up being closed.

This also shows that he has enough bargaining chips in hand, making it impossible for people to refuse.

And this time, he aimed at Yan, who had just been defeated by him.

Yan raised his head with difficulty: "Do you think I will believe you now?"

Zhang Jue shrugged: "Believe it or not, it's not that important to me whether a deal can be concluded. If you don't want to listen to me, I'll just leave here—"

As Zhang Jue said, he turned around and was about to leave.

Ian immediately called out, "Don't—"

Zhang Jue turned around slowly and looked at Yan with a smile: "The body is still very honest."

"..."

When it comes to psychological warfare, Yaen is not even as good as a primary school student in front of Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue proposed a deal. He knew that Zhang Jue had something to ask for, so he planned to sell it for a price, but Zhang Jue didn't give him this chance at all.

"Tell me first, and I'll listen." Ian said.

"no problem."

Seeing that he was fooled, Zhang Jue pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

He said: "I can tell you that the place you are now is the inside of my treasure. There is no concept of space and time here. Everything is nothingness. It will constantly erode your strength and finally imprison your spirit forever." Here, you can’t survive, and you can’t die.”

In fact, Zhang Jue didn't need to say it, Yann had already felt it.

When he was just installed, he tried to forcefully leave here, but he couldn't.

And his strength is indeed disappearing little by little, he can't even stand up now, he can only half kneel on the ground, this is the best proof.

He was like a patient suffering from ALS, gradually losing control of his body.

It is conceivable that in the near future, he can only lie here forever.

It is simply the most terrible punishment in the world.

Whether it is a god or a man, they may not be afraid of death, but they will definitely be afraid of the endless loneliness.

Ion shuddered.

Because he thought of Aldabos imprisoned in the silver net.

Is this his retribution?

Although he defeated Robert Buaro, he could not escape such punishment in the end.

He looked at Zhang Jue: "Why should I trust you?"

"As I said, you don't have to believe it, that's your freedom." Zhang Jue spread his hands, "I'm just telling you the truth of the matter. As for how to choose, it's all up to you."

Zhang Jue is well versed in the way of negotiation. He knew that the more he said that, the more Yaen would not dare to reject him easily.

Sure enough, Yaen gritted his teeth and said, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"Answer me a question." Zhang Jue said, "As long as you answer one of my questions, I will give you a happy death. In the future, whether you are reincarnated or resurrected from a dead body, you are welcome to seek revenge from me."

Yan stared fixedly into Zhang Jue's eyes, as if evaluating the credibility of his words.

As Zhang Jue said.

After becoming a god, even if the body dies, the consciousness will remain. Although the hope is slim, there is always the possibility of resurrection.

But if he is really imprisoned here, then what awaits him must be the same ending as Aldaboth, and even that little possibility will be obliterated.

This is unacceptable to Yan in any case.

It can be said that what Zhang Jue used was a conspiracy.

Because for Yan, he only wants to die now, and there is no worse result.

"How do you know, I won't lie to you." Yan said.

"Whatever you want." Zhang Jue said, laughing, "Then how do you know that I won't lie to you?"

Obviously, in this transaction, Zhang Jue is invincible.

Regardless of whether Yan lied to him or not, he might tear up the agreement in the end.

But again, Ian had no choice.

Yan closed his eyes and opened them again: "If you have any questions, please ask."

Zhang Jue squatted down and looked at Yann who was half kneeling on the ground.

"After you became a god, a thick fog rose around the city of Alcada. What's going on? Is it your own ability?"

Yan was taken aback for a moment, he never expected that this was what Zhang Jue asked.

"I don't know." Ian said bluntly.

Zhang Jue looked at him without speaking.

Yan explained: "I read about the ceremony of ascension to God in an ancient book. I don't know how the fog you mentioned was produced."

His expression didn't look like he was lying.

Zhang Jue pinched his chin, guessing in his heart, maybe the fog was a by-product of the ascension ceremony.

But he can't confirm it now, let alone falsify it.

He asked: "What is the name of the ancient book you mentioned?"

"If I remember correctly, I just need to answer one question for you about the deal just mentioned." Ian said, "So I refuse to answer this question."

"..."

A moment of silence.

Zhang Jue looked at Yan coldly.

Yan already looked indifferent.

After a while, Zhang Jue nodded: "Okay, that's it."

Yan's heart shuddered, thinking that Zhang Jue was really planning to tear up the agreement.

But in the next second, Zhang Jue summoned his black long knife.

At certain times, Zhang Jue was more trustworthy.

And one thing, he didn't tell Yan the truth.

This bag is not his. If the three Death Brothers are in a bad mood one day and release Ian, it will be troublesome.

From the experience of SCP1440, it can be seen that although the three of them have good gambling skills, their character is extremely poor.

There is a price to be paid to win something from them.

So he had to kill Ian to avoid future troubles.

As for small probability events such as resurrection, it is not something he should consider now.

Anyway, it will be the end of the world in more than two years, so what if we add more material.

Zhang Jue put the knife on Yaen's neck: "Do you have any last words, please tell me, I'm in a hurry."

……

Feeling the blade on his neck, Ian slowly closed his eyes.

In his life, he started as a slave, climbed up all the way, founded the Sarkic sect, and became a god until he was finally defeated by Zhang Jue, and he fell into the current situation where he could not afford to die.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a hero.

But looking back, it seems that there is nothing to talk about.

Have to say, this is really a kind of sadness.

Ian thought for a long time, but the one who could stay in his mind turned out to be his eternal enemy - Robert Buaro.

If possible, he also wants to fight Robert Buaro.

But there is no such opportunity anymore.

He raised his neck with difficulty and said, "Do it."

Zhang Jue looked at him indifferently, then raised the long knife in his hand.

Knife up and down.

Blood splattered five steps.

The founder and leader of the Sarkic sect, the great warlock Ion, the new generation of the god of flesh and blood, just fell.

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