boyutpedia Chapter 413: Eyes Blinded by Hatred
Chapter 413: Eyes Blinded by Hatred
Miss, who has level 7 strength, was suppressed instantly, which shows that the effect of this item is not affected by the world rules.
There is no doubt that the [Black Snake] thrown by Tartarus is a world-class item.
Not only does it launch quickly, it also has almost 100% hit rate.
Even if Miss used all his strength, he could not break free from the chains in a short period of time.
He is now no different from a lamb to be slaughtered.
When Tartarus saw this scene, he couldn't help but applaud.
"It is worthy of being Blavender's life's work, the strongest work, and its effect is indeed incomparable to artifact-level props."
"In order to obtain these items, Michelle even gave up the Holy Knights. Now it seems that this deal is not a loss at all."
"How about it? These are all specially left for you. Do you like them?"
After struggling in vain, Miss simply gave up completely and smiled helplessly.
"You even used props. You really have a plan for everything."
Tartarus' eyes were deep and his tone was steady, as if he had become a different person, "Originally I would not bother to use these things, but after all, my opponent is you.
You are the only one besides me who can make Michelle feel fear from the bottom of her heart.
Today is the most important day of my life, and I cannot let it all be ruined in your hands."
Miss found it strange. "I didn't expect someone like you to say such things. Is this a compliment to me?"
Tartarus slowly stood up, the murderous aura dissipating.
"The only person in this world who can threaten me is myself."
He walked down the stairs step by step, and the only sound in the empty hall was the clatter of his footsteps.
"Miss, don't forget, you are also a part of me."
Tartarus raised his right hand, and a flaming sword condensed from magic power fell down.
He gripped the hilt of his longsword and pointed it at Miss, "To borrow your opening remarks for today... it's over."
Tartarus suddenly raised his hand and swung the flaming sword, ready to execute.
However, his sword did not end up hitting Miss, but instead slashed behind him.
There was a crisp sound when the weapons collided.
The execution sword burning with blazing flames and the magic sword emitting purple demonic energy collided violently in the air, sending sparks flying.
Tartarus looked excited, "I thought you were planning to hide until tomorrow."
The crown of the man holding the magic sword slipped off, revealing his short golden hair. "Who are you?"
Tartarus' tone changed drastically, "I am your brother, Cross, Cassius, why don't you recognize your brother?"
After escaping from prison, Cassius disguised himself as a servant and mixed in with the group of servants who came to arrange the ceremony.
He had been planning to assassinate his brother "Cross" secretly, but unexpectedly Miss suddenly appeared and took action first.
After watching for a while, he found that Miss seemed to be defeated, so he hid himself and prepared to attack when "Cross" was relaxed.
After listening to the conversation between the two, Cassius felt that his brother was a little strange.
He realized that the "Cross" in front of him was most likely not the original Cross.
"You're not Cross at all."
Cassius' voice was cold and his eyes were bloodshot.
Soon, the first round of confrontation between the two ended.
Cassius leaped in front of Miss and tried to cut the black chains with the magic sword in his hand.
However, he failed.
"Cassius, this is the effect of a world-class item, you can't cut it off." Miss reminded.
Cassius frowned helplessly and fixed his eyes on the fake "Cross" again.
"Why? My dear brother, are you going to kill me with your own hands?"
Tartarus imitated Cross's tone of voice and kept provoking Cassius.
Cassius' heart was already filled with hatred, and now he was filled with murderous intent.
Miss sensed something was wrong and hurriedly explained: "The guy in front of you has a body that belongs to Cross, but his soul belongs to someone else. Don't miss..."
Before he could finish his words, Cassius raised his sword and slashed out, and the whole person flew into the air along with the sword energy.
"I won't miss. No matter who he is, he's dead today."
Miss was a little confused and asked, "What's going on?"
He had intended to warn Cassius not to accidentally kill him with one strike.
Only by controlling Tartarus can Cross be saved.
But from Cassius's reaction, not only did he not intend to leave any survivors, he might even have been prepared to die together with the other party.
Every move is fatal, every sword leaves a mark, injuring the enemy by a thousand while injuring eight hundred of your own.
Miss really couldn't understand why Cassius had such a great hatred towards Cross.
"What happened during the time I was away?"
Faced with Cassius's desperate attack, Tartarus gradually found it difficult to cope.
A LV3 swordsman has combat power that is not inferior to that of a LV6 swordsman.
He had witnessed Cassius's pure swordsmanship on the day when Cross killed his own brother for the sake of justice.
Tartarus was not afraid, and was even confident that he could win easily.
However, there seemed to be something wrong with his body now.
My mind was confused and my consciousness began to blur.
"not good!"
He suddenly realized that he might be slowly losing control of this body.
"Cross, you're still alive."
The sword energy was overwhelming, but Tartarus felt so sleepy as if he hadn't slept for a year.
"Damn it, why can't you two just be like Blavender and give me some peace of mind."
Suddenly, he stood still and stopped all movements.
Cassius thrust his sword unstoppably, hitting Tartarus in the chest.
"this?"
Miss was stunned when he saw this scene.
There was no excitement on his face, instead he looked worried.
"Be careful of fraud!"
Cassius intended to thrust the sword all the way through, but before he could exert any force, the magic sword was tightly grasped by a hand.
dilemma.
The owner of the hand slowly raised his head, blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were still excited.
The intense stinging sensation brought by the magic sword made Tartarus, who was about to lose control of his body, wake up instantly, and his magic power was rekindled.
A thick rock spike quickly emerged from under his feet and stabbed Cassius in the abdomen.
Cassius was blinded by hatred and wanted to use all his last bit of strength to pierce the chest of the man in front of him with the sword in his hand.
Even when the rock spike pierced his abdomen, he didn't even blink.
Finally, Cassius lost his strength, flew backwards, and was nailed to the wall of the hall by the rock spikes.
Tartarus spat out the blood in his mouth, pulled out the magic sword from his chest and threw it away, then quickly used healing magic to heal himself.
"Cassius, this is the most serious injury I have ever received in my life. You can be proud of this for ten thousand years, hiss..."
It hurts a bit, but it's better than death.
If he had not stopped in time and taken Cassius's sword and regained consciousness, the control of his body might have been taken back by Cross.
Losing control of your body at this moment is tantamount to death.
"Kross, you hid it really well. You are worthy of being the only one who has my trust."