When he heard Minos' voice calling him, Mortir, inside that island, looked back as if he had heard a ghost calling him.
He hadn't been out of there for years, and even though he had the feeling that soone was watching him, he didn't think Minos would casually approach him.
To him, that man was in the northern region minding his own business and would not co to him without him causing trouble. After all, Minos had beaten him and could have co after him at any ti in the past six years. However, at no ti had that ever happened.
So when he heard that voice, as he felt his body shivering, Mortir did not consider it to be Minos, but rather a voice from his demons, a hallucination.
He turned his face forward, trying to return his concentration to what he was doing. Still, then he felt a powerful spiritual fluctuation arising near his position.
This fluctuation was not alone, being next to soone Mortir knew well!
"Oswald!" He turned to look back again, noticing his old enemy, who was still at level 79, standing next to a level 74 cultivator.
He then left where he was, climbing to the top of that island until he reached where Oswald and Minos were.
When he got there, he identified Oswald, but then he was dumbfounded and shocked by Minos' situation.
In just a few years, the man who had defeated him at level 80 while only at level 70 had advanced to level 74.
That was impressive!
Minos saw the expression on Mortir's face and smiled. But, at the sa ti, he already had his Soul Avatar activated to prevent a possible escape from that man.
"Mortir, long ti no see, uh?" Oswald smiled.
Minos then said. "Do you have your last words, Mortir? From today on, your Saints Killing Sect will be hunted down.
To get us off to a good start, I will finish you off first."
"Minos!" Mortir said in an altered tone, seeing the causer of all his misfortune. "You really are a monster. I admit that... After all the years, I see that I always underestimated you...
I should have killed you when you were not so strong.
That will be my only regret... Not being able to kill you!
Other than that, I don't regret anything else. I did what I wanted to do and conquered things that thousands die just thinking about them."
"Hmm, your words are not bad, despite what a scumbag you were," Minos said, seeing that this man did not seem to fear death. "Aren't you going to try to defend yourself? Aren't you afraid of dying?"
"What is there to fear? You have taken everything from . You destroyed my family, ruined my sect, stopped my dreams, and damaged my cultivation... What else is there in this world to live for?
I had thought that my punishnt for failure would be to live in this degrading way, but dying to soone stronger seems more worthy." He said, no longer showing the previous perturbation when Shannon's envoys observed him for the first ti.
After years of being watched, he had gotten used to it and, more, stopped fearing death.
He had not thought of ending his life alone since, in his view, that was the way of the weak. But he was ready to die at any mont and would not dare to face Minos on this day.
Minos could already defeat him when he was at his peak power and his opponent only at level 70, so now that Emperor Stuart was at level 74, there was no hope for this partially crippled man.
Oswald saw it in this man's countenance, who had a tired look in his eyes and a restrained aura.
Oswald wanted to see the end of this enemy. Still, after all these years of seeing Mortir so weak, spiritually and psychologically, it was taking away so of the good feelings he hoped to feel in this revenge.
"Tsk!"
Oswald sounded dissatisfied and turned his back on Mortir, feeling that killing this man would be no different than kicking a dead dog.
'Damn it! We took too long!' He clenched his fists.
Minos narrowed his eyes, seeing the tragic situation of his opponent, and sighed after a while. "You amaze , Mortir...
In all my years in the Spiritual World, few n have shown such conviction with the things you have done and peace with their impending death.
The most common is fear, the insane desire to stay alive, and the obscene will to hurt the opponent to the point that people utter blasphemies against the Natural Laws, sacrificing themselves.
Courage and peace in the face of death are not common things to see in the eyes of a man about to die."
'No, those feelings are seen only in two kinds of warriors.' Minos' eyes narrowed. 'In those of honorable warriors and those of dragged down people, who already live in hell even in life...'
'Sigh... It's a sha, I should let you live so you can pay for your deeds much longer, but that doesn't suit ." Minos said this as he moved his hands, wielding his low-level grade-4 sword. "To leave you any longer with those eyes would be a desecration of my old friend Gavin's heritage."
Mortir smiled for the first ti, rembering the young red-headed man who had given him a glimr of hope, in vain but quite valid.
Even though he had failed, he had no regrets and thanked Gavin's eyes for giving him a chance to reach the 9th stage, a level he had never imagined he would reach before that man was born.
He closed his eyes and showed his Adam's poml to Minos, ready to leave this world.
'At least my death didn't co at the hands of soone unworthy, like Harold or Oswald...' He thought as he waited for Minos' movent.
Oswald did not see the act, but he soon heard when Minos' sword cut through the air, quickly following until one of its sides reached Mortir's neck.
In a split second, that spiritual weapon separated the head from the rest of Mortir's body, destroying the man's soul.
It all happened very quickly, and within a few seconds of Mortir's final words, he died peacefully on top of that floating island!
Minos saw the blood of his opponent on his weapon and then looked down at Mortir's dead body, silently observing this situation.
Mortir had been a great challenge to him, and the Saints Killing Sect was a problem in his path for years. But now it was all over so easily.
It was good, but it was also disappointing.
He hadn't even had a final fight with Mortir!
Oswald sighed and turned to see the outco of this situation, seeing Mortir's neck letting his blood stain the grounds of that island.
Amidst their observation, so of the high-level Spiritual Saints, forced to stand beside Mortir on that island, saw the developnt of the situation and turned pale.
So imdiately began to fly away, while others knelt down, hoping to be forgiven by Minos.
Unfortunately for all of them, after collecting the items on Mortir's body, Minos turned his attention back to them.
Chaotic Gravity!
...
Reviews
All reviews (0)