Chapter 426 - 424: Died in Peace
Beck, the son of Earl Arman, a Tier Three Mage.
This is Beck’s apparent identity.
Even his father doesn’t know that Beck, who often comes to the seaside to gaze at the Deep Sea, has long secretly pledged allegiance to it.
There’s no other reason; he just wants to see the world burn brightly.
As a noble heir, Beck knew from an early age that he was ’born superior’. All the commoners, all nobles lower in status than him, in his eyes were no different from those slaves readily beaten, scolded, or slaughtered.
It’s just that the ruler of Letes City, Mr. Pharos, had enacted many laws to limit violent nature, forcing him to release his inner darkness covertly.
This made him very dissatisfied.
By chance, he encountered the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association and saw them inciting minds, then sacrificing lives at will, which made his blood boil.
He joined without hesitation, becoming a "spy".
Joining the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association doesn’t mean he wanted to give up his comfortable life, so he didn’t touch the pollution known as the power of the Deep Sea. As a spy secretly working for the Mutual Aid Association, he enjoyed the thrill of numerous lives disappearing at his fingertips.
"Neither my father nor Mr. Pharos would ever think that the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association was able to build an altar so close due to my assistance."
Beck looked at Phil, whose eyes were glowing red, his expression excited.
"I never thought they would really make Phil a sacrifice, and as a core participant, I also have the power to control the sacrifice!"
Beck didn’t plan to kill Phil or control her to go on a rampage.
That would be too wasteful.
After all, Phil is the daughter of Mr. Pharos. If he could connect with Mr. Pharos through her and become his son-in-law, it would be much better than being an unattainable fringe "elite" in the Deep Sea Mutual Aid Association.
Upon recognizing that the person in the sky filled with "Deep Sea power" was Phil, an upward plan had already formed in his heart.
"As long as I pretend to awaken Phil, make her stop the attack, and then make an appearance in front of Mr. Pharos..."
Beck envisioned the future, a strange rune shimmering in his hand, feigning concern, he urgently shouted: "Phil, it’s me, Beck, your good friend Beck, don’t do anything foolish."
While speaking, the rune in his palm was flickering, a method to guide the "sacrifice", capable of controlling the sacrifice to attack or cease attacking.
Beck was overjoyed, getting closer to Phil, seeing her seemingly pondering while looking at him, he was even more ecstatic.
He intentionally said loudly: "Phil, have you forgotten, when you were young, you once sneaked out of the castle, it was I who helped you..."
His fabricated ’childhood memory’ had yet to finish when a claw made of demonic qi pierced his heart and squeezed.
Beck’s expression was one of astonishment and disbelief, his life force rapidly diminishing as Phil casually tossed him to the front of Arman.
Arman was dumbfounded, his body trembling.
"You, you really just went up, I..."
Arman regretted, deeply regretted.
When he told Beck those words, it wasn’t offhand commentary.
Because Beck often told him about his "fun" with Phil.
A busy Arman, unaware of Beck’s deceit, chose to trust his son, providing financial support to help him pursue Phil.
Such irrational scenarios were usually awakened by someone close around.
However, Arman did not stop as Beck’s confident demeanor had confounded him.
Then...
The tragedy was already formed, Arman couldn’t afford to grieve since Phil’s demonic claw was already coming down.
Arman had no choice but to control the Magic Puppet to confront it.
Fury made him lose his rationality.
"Even if you are the Duke’s daughter, you killed my child, you must pay with your life!"
Dorand watched Arman rush forward, coughed twice, and followed suit.
"At the very least, we need to hold out until the Duke arrives."
Before long, the two figures fell separately, the Magic Puppet dismantled, and the two were seriously injured.
Looking at Phil descending from the sky, Dorand showed a hopeless expression.
"Fourth and fifth tier... the gap is too vast."
The demonic qi once again transformed into a claw and rushed down.
Dorand attempted to gather magic power, but found his injuries too severe to do so.
"Sorry, Mr. Duke." Dorand sighed internally, prepared to face death.
Beside him, Arman clearly did not want to die, he grabbed Dorand and stood up, then fled without looking back.
Dorand was furious: "Arman, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, he saw Phil’s gaze shift, focusing on the rapidly moving Arman, and the demonic claw turned, reaching out and grabbing Arman’s heart.
As a Tier Four Mage, Arman didn’t die immediately, but with a crushed heart, he could only last another minute or two before waiting for death in despair.
He looked back at Dorand, his eyes full of despair.
Dorand neither celebrated nor sneered, for another demonic claw was already reaching over.
At this moment, a Magic Puppet suddenly rushed from afar, blocking in front of Dorand before the claw could touch him.
A thick earthen shield condensed in front of the Magic Puppet.
But Dorand was not pleased at all because he immediately recognized this Magic Puppet was only at Tier Three level.
Sure enough, the claw shattered the shield directly, penetrating into the Magic Puppet’s body, grabbing the Heart of the Magic Puppet.
The claw squeezed.
It couldn’t move.
Phil paused for a moment.
At this time, a Flame Burst Skill flew in from afar, exploding in front of her, stirring up a wave.
Phil looked up at the source of the attack, a girl wearing a white mage robe with cat ears, sitting on a flying device and watching her.
Her gaze met Phil’s, she shouted loudly: "Phil, come on, come chase me!"
Phil’s lips moved slightly, "Beck..."
Her face showed pain and confusion.
But she ignored Benovia’s taunts, turned around, and flew directly into the sky, heading to the distance.
There, a group of people were flying over.
Benovia saw this, launched another Flame Burst Skill.
Phil paused, turned her head, and raised her hand for a demonic claw.
But she then scattered the claw, her expression pained.
"Friends... can’t kill..."
The runes re-hidden in her body surfaced on her skin, flickering several times before gradually fading.
She ignored Benovia, rushing towards the group flying from afar.
Simultaneously, the fifth-tier strength of the demonic qi pollution was released recklessly, destroying everything along the way.
"Doesn’t take the bait, then there’s nothing I can do."
Benovia was also prepared to rely on the superior speed of the flying device to lead Phil out of the city.
But Phil ignored her, and she couldn’t possibly approach her like that foolish noble, could she?
Benovia approached Dorand, "Are you okay, Mr. Dorand?"
Dorand gave a wry smile: "Do I look like I’m okay?"
He took a deep breath and asked: "You are Miss Phil’s friend."
Benovia nodded.
Dorand glanced at Arman, who had not yet drawn his last breath, puzzled: "Then it’s strange, hasn’t Arman’s boy claimed to be Phil’s buddy, why was he killed the moment he approached?"
Benovia was taken aback: "That Beck? Phil isn’t familiar with him, she hasn’t even spoken to him more than twice."
Hearing this, Arman died peacefully.