Chapter 497: 494, I feel like I’m about to die. Chapter 497: 494, I feel like I’m about to die. The alteration of the Antique Clock was sothing Du Wei could never have observed.
Each ti, its hand appeared, it deliberately avoided him.
And at this mont.
His condition was not good.
On the altar.
The Golden Scales were rising again.
But the pain brought by the Antique Clock had not diminished in the slightest.
...
It seed out of control.
Du Wei supported himself on the ground with one hand, while the other clutched his hair, blood oozing continuously from his mouth.
His entire condition was unbearably tragic.
Yet even in such a state, he never entertained the thought of giving up resistance, of leaving this place.
As long as he left the Golden Scales and ceased contact with this thing, the Antique Clock would revert to its previous state, and it would not aim to kill him.
However.
Du Wei did not want to leave.
He lifted his head forcefully, his eyes bloodshot, staring coldly at the Golden Scales.
His tone was icy to the extre, “Why won’t you choose ? Is it because you fear Rahr’s Bell, or because your target is solely Evil Spirit Du Wei?”
“If it’s the forr, I think that doesn’t hold up.”
“Because among the Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods that have set their sights on , besides Rahr’s Bell, there’s also Valak.”
“So, it’s the latter?”
One side of the Scales paused abruptly.
Du Wei narrowed his eyes and said with a cold laugh, “Since that’s the case, then as you wish.”
The next second.
Du Wei closed his eyes.
When he reopened them, his eyes had turned pitch black.
The aura emanating from him had reached the utmost severity of coldness.
“Who am I?”
Ignoring the pain in his body, he stood up straight.
anwhile, all the Evil Spirits on the altar bowed their heads.
The shadow stood silently behind him.
The Envelope pierced by the Dagger was trembling with excitent.
A line of text appeared — “You are the King of Evil Spirits, you are the master of all!”
He turned his head, looking at the Envelope, the shadow, and the other Evil Spirits.
Among those Evil Spirits, a doll was trembling as it floated over, it was Annabelle.
He looked at it all, his eyes filled with undisguised coldness.
Then he asked himself, “Du Wei? Or Evil Spirit Du Wei?”
This seed to be a question.
He thought for a mont and gave himself an answer, “Different nas represent different selves, whether they are real, fake, or nonexistent.”
“When I use different nas, I am different.”
“So now, I am Evil Spirit Du Wei.”
Having said this.
He walked elegantly to the Golden Scales, his tone oddly saying, “Co, show how you’ve copied ?”
The Golden Scales did not react.
But the terrifying aura enveloped Evil Spirit Du Wei like a bone-piercing Dagger.
Evil Spirit Du Wei smiled scornfully.
“That won’t work on , if you could have killed , you wouldn’t have had to wait until now.”
“Let think, why don’t you kill ?”
“Is it because you can’t, or you’re unable to do it?”
“I think it’s both. You want to copy , to replace my existence, to help you achieve so goal, but another has exchanged identities with a replica using a Joker Card.”
“But I think this is useless, because I can set the rules, there’s no reason you can’t.”
Saying this, Evil Spirit Du Wei turned his head to look at the other side.
Slowly erging from the darkness, another figure in Priest’s attire mirrored him.
The replica had everything that Evil Spirit Du Wei possessed.
Just like a mirror, it was unclear who was real and who was false.
As soon as the counterpart appeared, it said with indifference, “You will definitely die, and I will replace you and leave from here.”
And the Golden Scales were tilting towards the other side.
Evil Spirit Du Wei laughed mockingly, “Are you talking to ?”
As if affected, those Evil Spirits slowly lifted their heads, heavy malice beginning to lean toward Evil Spirit Du Wei.
“Do you want to die?”
The Evil Spirit Du Wei seed to be asking a question.
Its tone was remarkably even, betraying no hint of emotion.
Yet, in an instant, the evil spirits that had wanted to defy it were forcibly suppressed again.
The replica’s pupils contracted.
The Immobilization Ability was activated.
This ti, it displayed intelligence and abilities far surpassing its previous efforts.
However, the Evil Spirit Du Wei simply ignored this ability and extended its right hand in a loose grip.
Bang…
The other exploded into pieces.
“Look, this is what you created of . What makes you think that it qualifies as my replica?”
The Evil Spirit Du Wei asked the Golden Scales.
At the sa ti, it stepped forward, pointing at the Golden Scales, “Co on, create another and let’s see…”
The scale representing its side was stimulated, and imdiately rose back to equilibrium.
So mysterious force was at work.
Three replicas erged around it in succession.
But as soon as they appeared, they exploded into pieces.
The actions of the Evil Spirit Du Wei were incredibly audacious.
It could be said to be a provocation against the Golden Scales.
Yet, for so unexplained reason, the object representing Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods never truly burst into action.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei sneered: “You see, no matter how many replicas you create, none can be as powerful as , and you can’t kill now.”
“What is influencing you? Rahr’s Bell? Or Valak?”
“Or perhaps, a Demon God related to ?”
“Of course, I don’t think that’s important, because I’ve just thought of sothing very interesting.”
“Matthew fused sothing related to Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods, the Vanity Sect did the sa, and a long ti ago, I did sothing similar.”
“Moreover, I think you’re not as good as Rahr’s Bell.”
It spoke with an inexplicable chill in its voice.
…
At the sa ti.
As the Evil Spirit Du Wei finished its last sentence.
The Antique Clock at ho continued to experience anomalies.
That pale arm didn’t stop manipulating the hands, forcibly turning them.
Click, click, click…
The sound of the hands turning had beco a din.
But the miniature scale pattern on the back of the hand was growing darker, starting off faint, yet gradually turned into pure black.
It resembled a brand.
This unknown entity seed to be aiding the Evil Spirit Du Wei.
But this didn’t necessarily signify good intentions.
For the pattern of that scale kept deepening.
And it was one-sided.
It could be understood that it, and the Evil Spirit Du Wei, even Du Wei himself, had so profound connection, and it seed to be stealing the power of Solomon’s Seventy-Two Pillars Demon Gods in a completely incomprehensible way.
Suddenly.
When the scale pattern was thoroughly branded.
The pale arm slowly withdrew back into the Antique Clock.
The hands trembled non-stop, and the air in the room beca stagnant.
But just then, a cabinet next to it suddenly produced a strange phenonon.
Annabelle appeared inside the cabinet.
The trembling of the hands stopped, and they sharply overlapped each other.
Clatter…
The cabinet shattered.
…
Elsewhere.
All the evil spirits on the altar had vanished.
The Evil Spirit Du Wei stood indifferently at the center of the altar, on the back of its right hand was a scale pattern, albeit extrely faint.
“Simon Lee’s Golden Scales…”
“Not fully assimilated yet, but this would an, I suppose, that another Demon God has taken an interest in , right?”
The Evil Spirit Du Wei said so, then suddenly covered its mouth, coughing.
Looking at the large pool of fresh blood in its palm, its gaze remained calm: “I seem to be about to die…”
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