Chapter 1644: Scene 451: Matthew in Lost Paradise!_2
“Now you think of running away?”
“Too late…”
“Your queen is hungry, let teach you the proper dining etiquette for the troubleso enough!”
Peggy sneered.
Her body underwent a drastic transformation.
From the appearance of a Tauren skeleton, she transford into a black sun!
...
Black Fire turned into Black Light.
The terrifying Black Light spread throughout Matthew’s Spiritual Space, dissolving everything in its path at an incredibly fast rate.
Matthew held his breath as an unprecedented sense of near-death overwheld him.
But he knew.
He could not give up, he had to endure, he had to…
Clench his teeth and persevere!
Under the support of a strong belief.
Matthew’s soul was like a flat boat navigating through a deep-sea storm, narrowly avoiding one catastrophic event after another, all while desperately waiting for the dawn.
Gradually.
His consciousness beca blurry.
Yet even in such a state, Matthew could still relatively “clearly” observe that the black sun, transford by “Dark Peggy,” had completely engulfed Jassiliven.
The sun set.
The searing flas of the sun were everywhere.
Matthew’s Spiritual Space had turned into ruins.
His will fluttered like a kite in higher skies, wandering involuntarily.
At one mont.
Suddenly, a warm power surged into his body, and thus his gradually cold and stiff soul regained a bit of strength.
Matthew’s will also instantly returned from the sky to the ground.
He looked down, feeling the changes in his soul.
The next second.
Matthew sighed softly:
“I’m sorry.”
“I let her out.”
At this mont.
A familiar figure stood before him, unlike Dark Peggy’s erging wickedness, Peggy’s righteousness and kindness were also evident on the surface.
She rested one hand on Matthew’s soul.
That warm power.
Ca from the Peggy he knew day and night.
“Light Peggy.”
At first.
Peggy’s expression was sowhat bewildered.
After a while.
She suddenly said:
“I rember now…”
“So it’s my turn to sleep now, isn’t it?”
Matthew nodded with reluctance:
“Sorry…”
Peggy casually waved her hand:
“There’s nothing to be sorry about, this is the destined Fate.”
“You choosing , I’m already very happy.”
“We agreed back in the Golden Pit, one hundred years for , one hundred years for her.”
“It’s just a pity that such an ergency happened…”
“Sleep was but a blink for , I’m worried about you, Matthew.”
Matthew could feel the intense concern emanating from Peggy’s soul fire:
“The days ahead might be a bit tough for you.”
“You need to be cautious and observant.”
“Her temper is bad, you should try to appease her, otherwise, you’ll suffer!”
“You don’t need to worry too much either, my condition is much worse than hers, but there may be opportunities during the days of sleep.”
“This world is becoming worse and worse; you need to protect yourself.”
“There are over two hundred saplings in the greenhouse of Rolling Stone Town that are almost ready, rember to go get them…”
“I buried more than a thousand gold coins in the dark pit at the northeast corner of the first layer of the cetery; I was hoping to hide a little stash, and now that I can’t use it, rember to go get it if you need…”
“At 147 East Street in the craftsman area, there is a widow nad risara; her cakes are good, but only I know that her cooking is even more exquisite, you might consider hiring her to cook for you…”
“Right, rember to be nice to Sif, she really does like you…”
In that calm and continuous mumbling.
The spirit body of Light Peggy gradually began to fuse with Matthew’s soul.
A great sense of satisfaction erged from deep within his soul.
Matthew, carrying sadness and reluctance, lifted his head.
That mont.
After absorbing half of his companion’s soul.
Matthew’s soul finally stabilized again.
For a mont.
He felt the urge to cry.
But a spirit body ultimately cannot shed tears, so that urge transford into a more profound and lasting emotion, deeply etched into his heart.
Before Matthew’s emotions had ti to ease.
The distant black sun gradually receded.
Dark Peggy appeared before him again.
“Oh, you survived?”
“It seems she’s quite suited for sleeping in the depths of your soul.”
She sized Matthew up and down.
Matthew finally regained the ability to speak:
“What about Jassiliven?”
Dark Peggy shrugged:
“I ate her.”
“To be precise, I ate one of Jassiliven’s Eight-faced Souls.”
“Troubleso enough creatures like that are disgusting like cockroaches and hard to eradicate.”
“Besides, the Lord of the Thousand Transforr still has so rustic cunning in his head.”
“She now has seven souls left.”
“But I think she might not dare to co close to you again, hehe…”
Matthew breathed a sigh of relief.
Jassiliven’s invasion tactics were indeed unpredictable.
Even the Patronus and Isabelle’s data column could not foresee it in advance.
Otherwise,
he wouldn’t have been forced into such a plight.
“Looking back, you’ve improved far too much from three years ago,” Dark Peggy remarked with interest:
“Three years ago, you hardly qualified as a necromancer.”
“Now, you can at least be called a diocre necromancer.”
Matthew was silent for a mont, his face showing a stiff smile:
“Thank you for your complint.”
Dark Peggy chuckled:
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