"Oh, so compared to you yourself, this armor is actually more important in your master Skirk’s eyes, huh?"
Seeing Tartaglia’s slightly panicked expression, "Neuvillette" revealed an intrigued, aningful smile...
"As long as I destroy this armor, your master Skirk will appear here, right?"
"Heh... just what I wanted..."
"Back in Fontaine, the contempt your master Skirk showed , the humiliation she brought upon —I haven’t forgotten a single second of it!!!"
"Now that I’ve reclaid all my power and beco the Perfect Dragon, the sole sovereign of this world..."
"I will make Skirk pay a terrible price for everything she has done!!!"
"Neuvillette" roared, infusing the armor of the Foul Legacy with an overwhelming surge of eerie power!
Imdiately, as more and more of the eerie power was injected into it, visible cracks rapidly began to spread across the armor of the Foul Legacy...
And then, it shattered entirely—breaking into fragnts and powder, scattering across the ground...
Su Yuan watched this scene unfold, unsure of what to even say...
This current "Neuvillette" really does hold a grudge and love digging up old scores, huh...
Has the Perfect Dragon version of "Neuvillette" truly beco this arrogant?
Tartaglia’s master, Skirk, was a disciple of the "Knight of Utmost Evil," Surtalogi—that sinner of Khaenri’ah, that terrifying existence who wielded vast Abyssal power...
Although Skirk might not be as powerful as Surtalogi, she definitely isn’t far off...
Back in Fontaine, Su Yuan had already sensed it—
Skirk didn’t regard the eerie power as anything to fear at all...
Even now, with "Neuvillette" greatly empowered through his eerie transformation, could he really be a match for Skirk?
At the sa ti, Su Yuan also felt that Tartaglia had fallen into a state of anxiety and panic.
He abruptly relinquished control of the body and returned it to Su Yuan...
Su Yuan had never seen Tartaglia like this before.
Even amidst life-or-death battles, dancing on the edge of a blade, Tartaglia had never been this flustered...
It seed that there were only two things in this world that could cause Tartaglia to lose his composure and calm—one was his family, and the other... was his master?
In the next instant, the space above Mt. Aocang suddenly began to distort.
Then, with a rupture in the air, a spatial crack tore open—and from within it, Skirk appeared...
"We’re screwed... Master really showed up..."
Tartaglia spoke in a trembling voice:
"My grandmaster’s Foul Legacy armor was destroyed... I’m screwed, Neuvillette’s screwed, everyone here is screwed... hahaha..."
"I don’t see any trace of Tartaglia. Has my disciple already died?"
Skirk floated in midair, but not seeing any sign of Tartaglia, she muttered softly to herself.
Then, she turned her gaze toward Su Yuan.
With a look of sudden realization, she spoke:
"Oh, so you’re not completely dead yet. There you are..."
Skirk then looked toward "Neuvillette," her gaze gradually sharpening as she spoke in a calm tone:
"Neuvillette... so it’s you again, huh..."
"If it was you who killed Tartaglia, I have no complaints, nor will I bla you. I can only say that my disciple... simply wasn’t strong enough..."
"Training a disciple follows the sa rules as the natural world—survival of the fittest. The strong live, and the weak have no right to survive..."
"But of all the things you could’ve done, the one thing you shouldn’t have done... was destroy the Foul Legacy armor..."
"That was a treasure left to by my own master—an incredibly precious relic..."
"Skirk... we et again..."
"Neuvillette" looked at Skirk with a chilling smile and spoke in a nacing tone:
"But who gave you permission to stand above , to look down on the one and only sovereign of this world, and speak to with that tone???"
With a furious roar, "Neuvillette" unleashed a surge of eerie power from his body.
It poured out like a solidified torrent of water, crashing toward Skirk—trying to force her down from the sky, to make her kneel on the ground...
Perhaps it was because the strength of this eerie-transford "Neuvillette" had indeed grown significantly, but Skirk’s body was actually pushed down from midair by his force—slamd down to the earth...
However, Skirk did not kneel.
She remained standing.
Her expression showed a trace of surprise as she looked at "Neuvillette" and said:
"Though you didn’t rely on your own strength... to be able to achieve this level is still a mild surprise to ..."
"Just because I’m speaking to you now doesn’t an you’re qualified to speak with ..."
"Relying on external power will always be the path of heretics and aberrations!"
Hearing this, Su Yuan didn’t even know how to respond...
Skirk, wasn’t your own master—the Knight of Utmost Evil, Surtalogi—soone who also beca powerful by relying on the power of the Abyss?
Doesn’t using the power of the Abyss count as walking the path of heresy too?
Aren’t you being a little... double standard here?
Then again, soone called the Knight of Utmost Evil probably wasn’t exactly a noble figure to begin with...
"I’m simply treating you as a target that needs to be eliminated. Before your death, I’m offering you a few words—out of rcy, nothing more..."
Skirk continued:
"Since my master’s Foul Legacy armor has already been destroyed, if I don’t kill you and bring your corpse back, how can I face him..."
"Then go ahead and try it!!!"
"Neuvillette" roared, and the eerie power around him erupted once more—stronger than before, not weaker in the slightest!!!
"Wielding imnse power—re brute strength—without knowing how to skillfully apply technique... such a person will never reach the heights of true mastery..."
Faced with the eerie power surging from "Neuvillette," Skirk showed not the slightest trace of panic...
She rely raised a finger and lightly drew a line through the air behind her—instantly tearing open a rift in the surrounding space, then stepping into it...
She vanished from the scene, effortlessly evading Neuvillette’s attack in the process.
"Wretched mortal! All you know is how to scurry away like a rat in the shadows???"
"Neuvillette" roared in fury.
He imdiately unleashed a barrage of powerful strikes, targeting the space around him, trying to rip it open like Skirk had—but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t even make a scratch...
Clearly, tearing space as Skirk did isn’t sothing brute force alone can accomplish...
"This farce... is over."
With a cold and emotionless voice, the space behind "Neuvillette" silently shattered—Skirk’s figure erged directly behind him!!!
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