Chapter 303? Stop It, Fu

"Player Super Justice ()"

Celesia knew that Annan was most loved by the old grandmother, which was different from other Winter people.

Annan can be hurt, but Annan must not be killed.

It was Vladimir who had told her about it.

It is impossible for him not to know.

Even a rotten man will pay for his stupid actions...not to mention those superhuman beings who are not even gods. They are but apprentices in the path of the extraordinary.

Therefore, when they conflict with Annan, they will subconsciously dare not exert their full strength.

If you cast a mouse-tip, you will most likely lose in the end.

The best way is to avoid confrontation.

Whether it was hurting Annan, suppressing his sphere of influence, or even sending assassins of the same level as Annan to assassinate him, these were all normal political conflicts, and the old grandmother would not care about this level of interference.

And that's what they've always done.

It is impossible for the old grandmother to help Annan catch his enemy.

She is the god of tradition—and pampering offspring is not a tradition to be encouraged. In this cold place, her favored tradition is to encourage her offspring to hunt independently and live on their own.

"……Hey?"

But at this moment, Selicia suddenly noticed a detail.

Her pupils suddenly tightened.

There was a solidified ice sculpture behind her teacher Vladimir.

——It was the Hand of Winter patrolling the dungeon.

He still maintained the posture of leading the frost beast on patrol, and he didn't even realize that there was an enemy, this action was completely frozen and frozen.

The frost beast beside him had already been reduced to ashes.

There was only one flat, round, palm-sized ice-blue gemstone, which was being played with by Vladimir's other hand.

That is the "heart" of the frost beasts, their energy center.

——Before she was aware of it, the patrolling Winter Hand and Frost Beast had already been poisoned!

Although she lost the power of the treasure ship "Silver", the power of curse at the upper level of the Silver rank still remained in her body. It's impossible for her to be completely unaware of this...

No, not right!

The point is not this—

"He directly killed the Hand of Winter and the Frost Beast guarding the dungeon..."

Celicia murmured.

She actually wanted to say "Do you really know what you're doing", but realized that the person in front of her was her most respected teacher, so the words came to her lips instead: "Is it really okay for you to be like this? "

There is no doubt that this is a provocative move against the Duke of Winter.

If the defection back then could still be used as an exchange of interests, as the result of a transaction. Although his position is subtle, it is more in favor of the Duke of Winter...

But now that he has made such an act, such a clear hostile attitude... then he is undoubtedly preparing to make an enemy of the Duke of Winter!

She wasn't worried about Annan.

She was worried about her teacher, Vladimir.

"Neither do I, Thoronick."

Vladimir said slowly: "This is... your fault."

His words pierced Celesia's heart like a sharp knife.

Her pupils suddenly tightened, fear, grievance and disbelief almost instantly turned into tears, gushing out of her eyes.

"...Old, teacher!"

She would never cry even if her arm was cut off by a sharp blade or her stomach was pierced by a spear blade.

But when Vladimir's words fell, she burst into tears instantly, sobbing and defending: "I definitely didn't tell that secret...I won't tell..."

"you will."

Vladimir stared at the pink-purple-haired girl who was as beautiful and noble as a princess, without any change in tone: "Because you have changed."

"I won't! I won't! I'm already trying to trick him! I can do it—"

Her pupils shook violently.

Selicia knelt down on the ground weakly, crying loudly: "I will never... never betray you... I really won't..."

Like a parent who accuses me of stealing something, or a teacher who is disappointed in herself because of other people's false accusations,

She felt a sharp pain in her heart.

It is precisely because she believes in and loves her teacher "Vladimir" completely that she is hurt so deeply by these words.

The next moment, her crying was instantly frozen.

The fear, grievance and pain that flowed out along with the tears were transformed into pure fear at the same time.

— because behind Vladimir.

A tall, dark gray shadow emerged silently.

It had only the upper body—a human figure with blood-soaked bandages around its eyes, ears and tongue cut off, and hair disheveled like a madman. It seemed to be screaming at the sky, and the whole person raised many arms to look at the sky.

Its naked upper body is also covered with scars, the skin is pure dark gray, but the wound is a shocking bright red.

Its heart is a terrible sunken wound, inside a huge circular cavity is a dark red sphere like a heart, it is beating slowly.

It has eight arms, raised high up. But each hand has a few fingers broken, and some arms are broken, thin, and recurved...so deformed that it reminds people of "dry trees."

And the dark gray field, like the ominous air before the storm, covered Celesia's field of vision. Everything she saw in her eyes was stained with a layer of dark gray, only the wound was as bright red as ever.

——Celecia used to be "Captain Stone", of course she knows what it is.

Sublime Fake.

The "Soul Essence" developed after obtaining the [Supreme Crown] and the [Perfect Essence of Elements].

Its shape will show the essential desire deep in everyone's heart, as well as the true nature of the soul.

And at this moment, Vladimir summoned the sublime avatar... His purpose is clear.

He didn't come to warn Celesia.

Nor was he here to take her away.

—He came to kill Celesia and silence him.

"...Do you really want to do this?"

Cecilia murmured.

Her face was full of despair, and she was as dry as a puppet. It was as if all hope was lost in an instant.

"You said it, Thoronick."

Vladimir's low and cold voice sounded calmly: "You promised.

"For me, you can even take your life... Now, I'm here to take your life.

"Or...that was a lie to deceive me?"

"—No, no! That's not a lie!"

Celicia put her hand over her heart, as if it would stop the pain.

She whimpered and broke down in tears: "That is indeed true! I can really die for the teacher, but—"

It's just... that shouldn't be such a cheap death.

It should not be executed and silenced as a traitor, but an impassioned death——

She suddenly choked up and couldn't speak.

"There is no such distinction."

Vladimir replied blankly: "Death is death, and it is nothing else.

"You have changed. Thoronick will not attach so many elements to 'death', he will not try to find value in 'death'...

"Because Thoronick is my dog, and you...are not anymore."

"—you are right, Vladimir."

A steady voice sounded.

A middle-aged man with frost-haired gray eyes and a butler costume came slowly from the other end of the corridor: "Shut up...old friend."

"...Victor."

Vladimir turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man with a mere silver rank, and frowned: "It's you..."