Chapter 1641: 450 Are you ready to beco a dog for Queen Peggy?_4
“But, I’m afraid you already know the answer.”
Isabelle said indifferently:
“Where were you, when Rolling Stone City was forced into a corner?”
“Let answer that for you, you were coveting the power of the ancient gods, chasing a higher existence, ignoring those groups that needed your protection.”
“At the ti they needed you the most, you weren’t there for them.”
Matthew wanted to retort.
...
But the words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn’t say a thing!
“From this perspective, how is your behavior any different from mine?”
Isabelle taunted lightly:
“You have no idea how important the things in the disappeared historical world are.”
“It is revolutionary for spellcasters, not a single spellcaster can resist such seduction.”
“Look, aren’t you doing the sa thing as us?”
“We’re all re mortals kidnapped by supernatural powers, so why do you act all high and mighty in front of ?”
Isabelle stepped closer and closer to Matthew.
Her words beca sharper:
“You were never clean since the day you arrived in this world.”
“Perhaps you think you can hold on to so bottom line, keep your last shred of purity, but let burst your hypocritical mask and self-deceiving lies!”
“You!”
“Matthew!”
“You’ve long been one with the filthy world, you’re no different from anyone else!”
“You’re just an evil and greedy necromancer!”
“Your claims of innocence is just a blindfold for the world and for your own conscience!”
“You…”
“Have long fallen!”
Accusation after accusation struck like heavy punches, slamming hard against Matthew’s chest.
He felt so tight in the chest that he was struggling to breathe.
“But I don’t care about any of that.”
Isabelle’s tone shifted:
“I only care about whether you can pull back in ti, whether you will truly beco a traitor to the Alliance.”
“That’s all.”
“You should know, spellcasters and gods, they can never coexist in this world…”
She stood in front of Matthew, looking down on him.
“It’s not too late to turn back now…”
She extended a hand towards Matthew’s cheek.
But at that mont.
Matthew suddenly dodged like a bolt of lightning.
Imdiately after.
He straightened his back.
Gazing coldly at her:
“But you’re still a fake, right?”
To his surprise, she unabashedly nodded:
“Of course, I’m not the real Isabelle.”
“Unfortunately for you, I can imitate everything that the person I want to imitate should think, act, and react.”
“The words I just told you are undeniably the very words the real Isabelle would say if she were here.”
Matthew silently watched her:
“Who are you, really?”
Her face suddenly changed, morphing into Lorraine’s appearance:
“You haven’t figured out who I am yet?”
“I’ve always been by your side!”
“You even had your bro mimic , and though his imitation made laugh, for a mortal, he did try his best…”
Matthew’s heart clenched.
Lord of the Thousand Transforrs, Jassiliven!?
“How are you here?”
“Where did you co from?”
Matthew’s mind was filled with confusion.
The opponent’s stealth technique was simply too clever; his own Insight failed to detect anything.
The data column showed no reaction either.
This caused a rare sense of panic in Matthew’s heart.
Thank goodness.
In these past days, he’d witnessed his fair share of grand scenes.
Matthew still managed to calm himself.
“You n really are slow…”
“Don’t you even care that I am occupying your body right now?”
Jassiliven giggled.
It wasn’t until then.
That Matthew began to sense so new changes.
…
“Warning: Lord of the Thousand Transforrs, Jassiliven, is attempting to Plunder your body and elents!
The Lord of the Tauren is resisting!
Resistance failed!
Jassiliven has bypassed your authority and domain…”
…
Matthew couldn’t be bothered to check the data column, which was even slower to respond than he was.
In that instant.
His mind flashed with countless bolts of lightning.
At last.
He directly took out the Scroll from his pack!
“The source of all this trouble is it!”
Matthew realized.
This was the blank Scroll carried on the corpse that Lorraine found inside the spider’s belly outside Snail Valley Prison!
And that corpse at the ti…
Before Matthew could react.
Jassiliven had transford into a familiar face once again.
It was—
Setrunk!
“You killed Setrunk?”
Matthew vaguely recognized the identity of that body—
Indeed, sothing major had happened in Snail Valley Prison.
Under Jassiliven’s seduction, Setrunk had gone to break out of prison but was peeled and devoured alive by his own ancestor, ultimately becoming nothing more than a cold corpse inside a spider’s belly.
He also beca the tool for Jassiliven to get close to Matthew!
“Yes.”
“I killed him.”
“But my child was very willing to sacrifice for . He had long desired to rge with , and I granted him that wish.”
“He was a brave child, and I am proud of him.”
Jassiliven transford into the figure of an extrely seductive woman.
At the sa ti.
Half of her face showed Setrunk’s features.
A deep voice followed:
“Yes.”
“To beco a part of mother, I’m truly happy.”
“Matthew, give up resisting. Beco a part of mother like I did.”
“It’s only in mother’s body that we can find the original happiness and peace…”
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