At the sa ti, the voice of the Lord of the Mist rang in Roger’s ears.
"Quite unexpected, it’s actually the two of you who ca."
"But it seems you have reached so sort of cooperation. I should really be ashad for you, as we are rely passersby here, but you have already abandoned your own holand!"
"However, it doesn’t matter. The fact proves that I am correct, and I will bring your lives along with the whole plane back with ."
"You will be buried in your own holand, which is the greatest rcy I can leave for you!"
There was no imagined army pressing in, nor any so-called probing; in the final battle, the number of ordinary Transcendents was almost aningless.
The figure of the Lord of the Mist appeared, wearing standard armor, with a shield in his hand, the Sun Mark on it blindingly bright.
"Do you have anything else to say?"
Ophelia’s gaze was calm; she said nothing, only slightly tilted her head to signal Roger, and in the next mont her body disappeared, with dazzling light scattering outwards, clearing a large blank area around.
"Act according to the plan."
That was Ophelia’s only advice.
Then darkness and light welcod their final clash.
Roger squinted, observing the battle between the two.
The manifestations of power may be different, but they both represent the ultimate strength of the whole plane.
Those shattered Soul Shards were destroyed; if the battle erupted on the real sea, then probably several kiloters of area would have turned into a vacuum.
"Haha, so it is, we chose different directions. Ophelia, it’s a pity, I might never be able to kill you with my own hands."
"But neither can you."
"However, the biggest difference between us is that you must protect this plane, and I do not need to."
"I cannot find the way ho now, but it doesn’t matter, one day when the Mist covers the whole plane, if still you cannot find it, then I will completely destroy here."
"Break this jar and I can see a broader world."
"You’re crazy," Ophelia replied.
"Your obsession is too heavy; if you reincarnate again, that thought would even destroy yourself!"
"There won’t be a next ti."
"This is my last chance, so be ready to face complete madness!"
There was no physical contact between the two, simply a collision of the Power of Rules, but just like Ophelia guessed before.
They can injure and even seriously damage each other, yet they can’t kill one another; such a prolonged battle would even start to affect the rules of the whole plane.
"And what about you, my Demon Hunter friend, why haven’t you taken action?"
"Waiting for the chance to play the final card?"
The Lord of the Mist chuckled.
Just as he was about to launch an attack on Roger, Ophelia suddenly unleashed all her power.
Her body transford into a streak of light, rushing fiercely at the Lord of the Mist.
"A pointless attack."
The Lord of the Mist casually thrust a Pierce, Ophelia neither dodged nor avoided, the attack precisely landing on her body, then exploded with a roar.
At the sa ti, her voice rang in Roger’s mind.
"Now’s the ti!"
Receiving the attack signal, Roger’s wrist trembled, the Longsword fell into his hand, at the sa ti five rings appeared.
"I knew it, it’s actually the World Serpent, if you trap your bodies in the Sea of Souls, then as a crucial part, the end of the whole plane is foreseeable."
The Lord of the Mist no longer paid attention to Ophelia, instead, he turned his gaze to Roger.
"You’re different; there’s the sll of soul on you, indeed, you’re still not pure!"
In the next mont, Roger felt a piercing pain in his soul, as if an iron hamr smashed into his mind.
Crack!
He heard a crisp sound, and a thumb-sized deep pit appeared on his head. Such an injury almost completely healed instantly, but for Roger, it ant that the defense he set up with his body was in jeopardy.
"What a pity, you played the wrong card," the Lord of the Mist sneered.
"The winner is !"
A shout!
At the critical mont, Roger roared, having no ti to think about what Ophelia was doing, because the next second his defense would break, and his soul would be completely pierced.
No one noticed, as Roger unleashed his full potential, his Soul Power saw an explosive increase.
It was the correlation between body and soul.
Even Ophelia didn’t know this secret.
Bang!
Countless cracks appeared on his body; Roger’s defense was shattered, but fortunately with the buffer just now, the attack from the Lord of the Mist was not as strong as before.
Roger even managed to block it with his soul energy, and counterattack in succession!
"Ah!"
The Lord of the Mist shook his head, letting out a miserable scream, and at this mont a panic rose in his heart, then he realized...
Ophelia!
Countless dots of light gathered, sticking to the surface of the Lord of the Mist’s body like fireflies.
Ophelia seized the once-in-a-lifeti opportunity, after voluntarily shattering her body in the previous collision, she instantly completed her recombination.
However, after recombination, she had already completely enveloped the Lord of the Mist from the inside out.
"What are you going to do?!" the Lord of the Mist hissed.
"Seal you, with my body."
"That way you can stay here forever!"
"Everything is arranged; my body just so happens can isolate your soul!"
"No...!"
Countless cracks appeared on the surface of Ophelia’s body, with each gap filled with the venomous gaze of the Lord of the Mist.
Roger couldn’t afford to think, releasing power simultaneously to help Ophelia suppress the soul of the Lord of the Mist.
Their bodies were both from the World Serpent, the like-minded power quickly fused together.
During this process, Roger was surprised to discover that his integration with Ophelia had no separation, you in , in you.
Both exerted strength at the sa ti, and with the Lord of the Mist losing his edge, no matter how hard he struggled, he could only be defeated in the long match, and then gradually be sealed away.
Unknown how much ti passed, the surrounding souls cald down, and the presence of the Lord of the Mist could no longer be felt here.
"Is it over?" Roger exhaled a long breath.
The process was twisted, but the progress was much faster than Roger imagined. When he cald down, he recalled everything that had just happened.
"In the so-called plan, was I just a bait to attract the Lord of the Mist’s attention?" Roger sneered.
"You are really as cold as ever."
"This is the most stable approach, you changed a lot, and before the battle started, you kept preparing, though Nassero outwardly didn’t care, actually more than half of his attention was drawn to you."
"So as long as you launched an attack, he would definitely fall for it," Ophelia replied indifferently.
"But you didn’t tell in advance, his attack could have killed , if not for my good luck just now, I’d be lying dead now," Roger mocked.
Ophelia shook her head, "Even if I told you, there’s a high possibility you’d agree to this plan, but I didn’t dare to bet, I didn’t want this minor slip to affect the final result."
Ophelia didn’t care about Roger’s attitude. Her rigid pursuit of the outco reminded Roger inexplicably of a word.
A machine.
Abandoning the soul, all her actions and behavior may be instinctive calculations, making Ophelia seem no different from lines of code.
From this perspective, the choice between the Lord of the Mist and Ophelia was not a coincidence, but an inevitability.
Thinking of this, Roger suddenly lost interest in arguing, he shook his head coldly.
"Since everything is over, it’s ti for to leave too."
"Leave the rest to ti, when we et again, it’ll be the ti to kill him."
"Very well."
Ophelia didn’t say anything else.
But just as Roger turned to leave, Ophelia, still standing, suddenly stiffened, and a crack appeared on her cheek.
Whoosh!
A beam of light shot straight into Roger’s forehead!
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