The beautiful mage was kidnapped by the contracted beast again

For the first time, Cyrus sensed clear murderous intent from Jiang Liujing, and the target was himself.

For a moment he almost wanted to laugh out loud, at himself.

Cyrus wanted Jiang Liujing to hate him, but no matter how hard he tried, it was in vain. However, Jiang Liujing developed murderous intentions towards him because of something completely inexplicable.

"Open." Jiang Liujing didn't wait for him to think, and his suddenly cold voice echoed through the air like a silver bottle suddenly breaking.

The snowflake-like white light around him completely converged in an instant, and the sticky elemental fluctuations around him also disappeared the moment the staff was raised.

Withered and desolate ripples emerged from the top of the Divine Wood Staff. They had no color and no substance, but they spread outward in circles. At the same time, Jiang Liujing's eyes also became withered and desolate as he stared at Cyrus.

For a moment, Cyrus seemed to see Jiang Liujing in his complete state again.

His presence seemed to merge with the vast plains of heaven and earth around him, and just a glance from him could bring a strong pressure to the enemy.

Where does this power come from?

Is it true that what he inherited was only the magic of the blood he fed?

Cyrus couldn't tell, he just felt a heavy pressure falling on his head, making his teeth clench and chatter.

It was as if a pair of eyes at the top of the world opened simultaneously in the void, staring at him and clenching his heart coldly.

——He will really die here, and it will not only be Jiang Liujing who will kill him, but also the almighty God.

The moment this thought came to his mind, Cyrus suddenly thought of another thing, a secret that no one in the religion knew.

On the day of selecting the Holy Son or Holy Daughter, the crystal ball would emit dazzling light when Jiang Liujing touched it, and would emit a faint white light when others touched it. However, no matter how many times it was touched in front of Cyrus, there would be no response.

So Cyrus always believed that the God of Magic actually remembered.

Even though He does not harbor hatred, He remembers his offense.

Not seeking revenge for his past actions might simply mean not interfering in the world at will.

So he had to pull Him down, only then could the person be made whole again.

But he was still too weak.

He had reached the limit of what a human could go, but at this moment, Cyrus still felt his own weakness.

Jiang Liujing didn't know what Cyrus was thinking, nor did he care. With the idea of ​​a quick victory, he concentrated all his magic power on this attack.

This spell did not exist in any records, and even he himself had never used it before. But at this moment when his heart was filled with murderous intent towards Cyrus, this spell suddenly appeared in his mind.

Spell, Void Prophecy.

Like the artifact "Law of Proverbs," its effect was simple, yet undeniably powerful—locking onto a target and severing its life. The stronger the target, the more mana it consumed. Against an opponent of Cyrus's level, instant death was the most effective effect.

But after Jiang Liujing implemented it, he discovered a problem. To kill Cyrus, it was not enough. His magic power was still not enough.

The magic power of the others was almost exhausted in the previous war and in the subsequent efforts to restore the staff. He needed more and more magic power!

Cyrus noticed the brief pause in Jiang Liujing's movements and keenly realized the problem. This might be his only chance of survival!

He did not choose to escape, but quickly stepped forward to attack Jiang Liujing, trying to forcibly interrupt the spell process.

If a spell of this level is interrupted and backfired, Jiang Liujing will immediately lose the ability to move!

But the annoying sickle appeared again, standing between him and Jiang Liujing. Cyrus was forced to take a step back to avoid the flying black sickle. Looking at Xing Yue on the ground, his eyes instantly became extremely cold.

Annoying bugs.

And in this split second, a figure suddenly appeared beside Jiang Liujing.

"Chi! Are you awake?"

"Miaomiao."

Following a deep, hoarse voice, Jiang Liujing felt his palm firmly grasped by another large hand. The next second, a magical power so immense that it made him even gasp for breath was transmitted to him.

How could Chi absorb all that magic power so quickly? Before Jiang Liujing could even be surprised, the spell that had been interrupted had already resumed its operation frantically.

The ripples shook mercilessly, and Cyrus instantly spat out a mouthful of blood. The pressure from all directions forced his neck to droop deeply, and his spine bent inch by inch.

Such an embarrassing posture has never been seen in ten thousand years.

The more embarrassed he was, the more unwilling and angry Cyrus felt.

He struggled and roared, gathering all his magic power to fight against the attacking forces from all around him. The magic power that erupted actually allowed him to resist the instant death effect of the spell for a moment.

During the stalemate, he struggled to look up at Jiang Liujing.

The young man's expression had returned to calm. Beside him, a tall, red-haired young man appeared out of nowhere, radiating a powerful aura. Cyrus saw him shaking hands with the young man beside him.

The power that put him in a desperate situation was transmitted through those two clasped hands.

[Do you regret it? If you had given him back his memory and power, you wouldn't have lost.]

"I..." No regrets.

The shadow in his mind sighed: "Your stubbornness is something I rarely see in humans. Oh, what do they call this, a lunatic? The fact that you've survived this long as a lunatic is a miracle."

As his life came to an end, Cyrus calmed down: "Then you will disappear with me."

The black shadow smiled strangely: [Dissipate?]

[No, you are the only one who will die.]

"Don't you always call me a parasite?" The shadow smiled happily. "Then do you know how quickly parasites reproduce?"

"..."

[Can't you speak anymore? It seems you've reached the end. Goodbye, Cyrus, my owner. In return for providing me with food for so long, I will fulfill your last wish.]

Cyrus's body fell heavily.

High in the sky, the wind whistled in his ears. He fell like a kite with its string cut, but no one tried to catch him. Even the surviving allies looked at him with hatred from afar.

Cyrus understood that this was his failed life without love.

In the distance, he seemed to hear a voice coming from somewhere. The calm voice was like the winter wind, suddenly blowing away the snow all over the sky.

Cyrus was vaguely reminded of the first time he saw him in the cabin, the boy's happy smile on his face and the hand he extended to him.

"Goodbye, Cyrus."