When the plot-skips players into the game world Chapter 1246: 528 My Immortal Close Friend3

Chapter 1246: Chapter 528 My Immortal Close Friend_3

It transford into a red light, flowing into the center of the claw.

An incredibly strong oppressive force emanated.

A slender and tall man, four ters high, stood in the sky out of thin air.

Quietly. He lowered his head and gazed down at the living beings.

There were no wings behind him, nor was there a tornado swirling.

He wore a dark gold helt designed like a blind bull’s head, revealing only the mouth and the outline of the lower half of his face. His entire body was clad in form-fitting black bone light armor—yet the armor outlined the contours of muscles. His hands were not delicate like human hands but rather ferocious claws, resembling both a dragon and a bird.

His purple-black hair was gathered into bundles, resembling optical cables draped behind his back, reaching nearly his ankles in length. Each “optic cable” was tied at different positions with rings of various colors, with a maximum of seven different colored rings on a bundle, and the total number of hair bundles was nearly a hundred.

At this mont, at the end of one hair bundle, a dark red ring was gradually forming.

Without a doubt.

Even if never seen before, even without fallen wings behind him, people could imdiately recognize—this posture was precisely that of the Fallen Celestial Marshal.

The man slowly descended in mid-air.

After the Fly Demon died, the remaining fly demons did not die together. Yet at this mont, they seed to be frightened by sothing, driven away, scattering in all directions.

However, when one fly demon, in a panic, wobbled over the Fallen Celestial Marshal’s head, the corners of his mouth, already not very content, instantly fell further.

The Fallen Celestial Marshal said nothing, and the fly demon above him instantly turned into void, along with all fly demons turning into black dust, dispersing simultaneously.

He rely looked down upon the earth and, with a tone of surprising calmness to even himself, spoke: “Is this what you use to challenge , your ‘hero squad,’ the naive snake tail?”

“——What, not qualified enough?”

A mature and deep voice suddenly sounded from above.

Yulia was montarily stunned, feeling the voice incredibly familiar.

She imdiately raised her head, looking towards the sound.

But the next mont, she was briefly stunned, her pupils trembling intensely.

It was Aiwass.

He stood atop the Great Tree’s crown, holding onto a teorite. The antlers on his head had expanded to several tis their previous size, so massive that it made people worry about whether they would offset his body’s center of gravity, pulling his head forward to fall.

…But at the sa ti, he was no longer the familiar Aiwass they knew.

For his facial details were entirely different from Aiwass—

Yet despite this, Yulia could still recognize him!

——Even if he aged decades overnight, she could still recognize him!

Indeed, at this mont, Aiwass had inexplicably beco the appearance of a man in his forties. From an eighteen or nineteen-year-old youth, he had transford into a resolute and weathered middle-aged man!

His appearance remained handso, yet lacked sowhat of a neutral taste. Standing high against the light atop the tree crown, he resembled a holy statue, solemn and sacred.

“…Don’t worry,” Saint John hugged Yulia, whispering behind her, “This is normal, every Priest will experience it. Using power of devotion close to the limits will burn life span… Using the Fire Rite Skill can slowly replenish it.”

Upon hearing this, Yulia seed contemplative: “I did know about this… But when brother heals others, he never seed to pay any price… I had forgotten…”

“…Hmph.”

No one else spoke, instead, the Fallen Celestial Marshal responded with a contemptuous remark: “Naturally, after all, he isn’t any regular mortal.

“He’s a snake living since the sunset.

“A snake confusing people’s hearts, fonting discord, inciting endless conflicts among them!

“A snake teaching mankind corruption and vanity, that intoxicatingly drunken snake!

“In his presence, all with blood qi are nothing but grass. There’s nothing he can’t betray, nothing he can’t deceive, nothing he can’t plunder—

“——For he is the immortal snake, while all things have their end!”

“My immortal dear friend!”

Accompanied by penetrating hatred, that gritting voice ca from the sky.

This was the first ti since the Fallen Celestial Marshal appeared that his emotions had fluctuated—imdiately fluctuating fiercely.

Filled with hatred, yet mixed with inexplicable pride and reluctance.

He originally thought he wouldn’t be this excited.

But seeing those mortals gathered around the snake tail…

He couldn’t help but think of himself once.

…Or rather, another version of himself.

The self that was still young, naive, and kind.