Such an attack was absolutely incapable of inflicting fatal damage to Sheyan. Evidently, Little Lord Fokke understood this point.
Seizing this opportunity, Little Lord Fokke picked up his severed arm as though nothing had happened. However, he didn't reattach his severed arm, but instead raised it high above his head! Using a muffled voice that seemed to resonate with his chest, he declared.
"Accept my tribute! Mighty master! "
Above Little Lord Fokke's head, a hexagram magic array appeared and completely devoured his severed arm! Following that, Little Lord Fokke's entire body was enveloped in a layer of crimson radiance, as he strode towards Sheyan! His eye sockets had already turned into two eerie ice and snow vortexes, as if they wanted to devour everything in sight.
As Sheyan stared into Little Lord Fokke's eyes, he suddenly felt as though his internal organs were involuntarily churning up. Even his thoughts were stirring as they revolved agitatedly within his body.
He could even deeply feel that there was a kind of evil and unruly madness that was secretly growing uncontrollably in him!
Within a short span of time, Sheyan felt as though he was trapped in a nightmare. His thoughts were completely unable to control the rhythm of his body!
"Hatch! Satan's will! "Little Lord Fokke's icy voice resounded in Sheyan's ears.
This was Little Lord Fokke's formidable spirit type dark magic, 'Satan's Descent'. Utilizing the evil thoughts within a person's heart as nourishment, digging out the evil and madness within a person's heart, and destroying the body from the inside out!
In a flash, Sheyan's HP frantically plummeted. Yet at this moment, he activated his party ability 'Gloryheal'! Although he couldn't use any medicine in this cursed state, his recovery ability was still effective.
Witnessing Sheyan clenching his teeth and persevering, Little Lord Fokke opened his mouth. This mouth of his had completely exceeded the limits of a human's. His terrifying mouth opened up to a 270 degree angle, covering half of his face! Then, countless vengeful spirits frantically gushed out from within!
These frenzied evil spirits gushed out, wantonly shrieking in the air. However, these released ghosts and spirits only possessed a brief moment of freedom, before they were once again controlled by Little Lord Fokke. In their hands, they were already wielding human bones, cow skulls, goat horns, hammers and other bizarre and unfathomable demonic artifacts! It looked even more ferocious and terrifying as it drilled into his seven orifices.
The attack of "Satan's Will" was already an incomparably powerful control and continuous damage ability. All the damage caused was true damage! Regardless of whether it was the damage reduction from his defense or the damage reduction from the Aztec curse! All of them became pale and powerless under such an incomparably powerful attack!
Yet at this moment, a layer of formless red glow emerged from his chest. That red glow resembled the glow emitted from burning blood. It was as majestic as a plateau, as majestic as the earth! It forcefully suppressed Sheyan's body! At the very least, it blocked off a third of the ghosts that pounced towards Sheyan! Like a cornerstone, it dispelled a small portion of the black glow that enveloped Sheyan's body!
That's right, it was Sheyan's innate ability: 'Stronghold'!
In the face of true damage, this ability was still tenaciously and stubbornly effective! At present, 'Stronghold' not only forcibly absorbed 40 points of damage, it also reduced the duration of any abnormal state by 35%!
Even if it was true damage, it would still crumble in the face of 'Stronghold'!
More crucially, under the support of 'Gloryheal', once the duration of 'Satan's Will' was reduced by 35%, it wouldn't be enough to kill Sheyan!
At the instance when Sheyan regained his freedom, although his HP had dropped below 30% and he was covered in cuts and bruises, Little Lord Fokke could intensely sense that his enemy's aura was akin to a volcanic eruption, as it swelled up with a bang! Just like a wounded wild beast, it was brimming with ferocity and fanaticism in an instant.
Just by looking into those blazing eyes, one would feel a searing pain.
In a flash, Sheyan pulled out that black musket!
That flintlock that seemed to resonate with the tides of the sea, coldly aimed over!
'Ambition'
"Repentance?? Why would it appear in this place? "
Facing the pitch-black muzzle of 'Ambition', Little Lord Fokke's face revealed an indescribable expression. Furthermore, he actually named this musket as' Repentance '! His lips opened and closed several times, as though he was about to extend his hand to grab it. Although Sheyan didn't know why, he still grasped this golden opportunity and forcefully pulled the trigger!
"Boom!" Little Lord Fokke's black-patterned plate armour was sent flying by the immense kinetic energy of the lead bullet. An ashen middle-aged man's face was revealed, along with a head of fluttering white hair. In a flash, Octopus Paul's ink had spread all over Little Lord Fokke's body. Little Lord Fokke revealed a pained expression, as he clutched his forehead. It should be the 2 second stun ability of 'Rum and Songs' that was activated.
At this moment, Sheyan had already lowered his head, as he dragged his long saber that was glimmering with a deep blue radiance. Raising his long saber, he leapt into the air, before using all his might to stab into Little Lord Fokke's severed arm!
The force of this stab was so ferocious, that even the hilt of '+ 7 West' saber had sunk deep into Little Lord Fokke's body. Sheyan felt as though his weapon had pierced deep into a boundless void!
He abruptly pulled out his saber, as purplish black putrid liquid sprayed out all over his face. Little Lord Fokke released a mournful howl, as his runic sword flashed and chopped against Sheyan's face. Instead, Sheyan's fist once again smashed deeply into the wound caused by the long saber, as it penetrated into the passageway!
Sheyan's fist smashed into Little Lord Fokke's body. Little Lord Fokke only felt as though his arm was being bitten by countless icy cold corpses. In a flash, he lost all sensation. Yet before he lost consciousness, Sheyan's fist had already clenched. As it turns out, his fist was actually holding onto a tiny bottle!
It was an ordinary glass bottle.
However, the liquid within that glass bottle was absolutely not ordinary. That was the holy water that Sheyan had to pay an astronomical price to obtain from the ivory man.
The holy water that flowed out from the holy land of the Vatican City!
That glass bottle was instantly shattered into pieces upon being gripped by Sheyan, as the holy water within splashed out in all directions! When this concentrated holy water seeped into Little Lord Fokke's body, it was simply like a drop of water in a pot of boiling oil. An exceedingly pure radiance had actually appeared at the weakest core of extreme darkness and extreme darkness. Such an incomparably intense clash occurred in an instant, as it produced an incomparably terrifying destructive force!
That was the power of primal chaos!
Sensing something amiss, Sheyan immediately endured a slash from the runic sword on his face, and borrowed the momentum to leap out. Yet even so, he couldn't retract his hand that had pierced into Little Lord Fokke's body. The immense destructive force directly disintegrated Sheyan's arm into specks of dust!
Not only that, when the extreme light and extreme darkness fused together, it produced an immense power of primal chaos like a whirlpool, as it forcefully sucked Sheyan's entire body in. If not for Sheyan's preparations to leap out, he would've been caught off guard, and would've been hard pressed to escape!
Even so, that powerful suction force felt as though it was capable of pulling one's soul out of one's body. After leaping out, Sheyan immediately slumped to the ground, as his chin fiercely leaned against the ground to strengthen his body. His remaining arm was tightly gripping onto a rock in front of him.
Fortunately, there was only a tiny bottle of holy water, and the power of primal chaos dissipated as quickly as it came; vanishing within a short span of a few seconds. Little Lord Fokke was stunned on the spot, as his expression turned sluggish and vacant. Like a statue, he finally bent his knees and knelt down like a mountain. However, he still stubbornly refused to fall, as he forcefully thrusted his runic sword into the ground to support his body!
From the deep black hole of his severed shoulder, large amounts of cyan fumes suddenly gushed out. Within the cyan fumes, human faces were formed one after another. These human faces appeared exceedingly peaceful and tranquil, as though they were praying with their eyes shut. Then, they swiftly drifted towards the sky.
After the cyan fumes finally dissipated, a speck of radiance floated out from within. That speck of radiance was cold and indistinct, as it hovered in front of Little Lord Fokke, before transforming into an illusion of his most beloved woman, Shauna. This was the only human emotion that Little Lord Fokke hadn't forsaken. It was precisely because of this weakness, that he was defeated!
Little Lord Fokke had already reverted back to his normal human appearance, resembling an ordinary forty year old british lord. Haggard, dispirited, pale, and even a little neurotic. He feebly leaned his face against the hands of the pure and holy Maria like Shauna, as he spoke with a feeble and weary voice.
"Shauna, before my eyes, is, an, expanse, of, darkness..." (Does anyone know the origin of this sentence? Haha, there will be a reward for guessing)
The bright moonlight, the steep cliffs, the turbulent waves, everything seemed to have congealed at this moment, and blurred. The only distinct thing was the silhouette of a half kneeling man clad in plate armor. Even though that man was still emitting a misconception of darkness, this scene was still as vivid and profound as a pencil drawing!
Ocean calendar, year 243, June.
Dawn, 2 a.m.
Fokke family's current successor: Fokke family Catery Fokke, has died.
Age of 48. (To be continued. If you like this work, I welcome you to donate your recommendation votes or monthly votes to me. Your support, is my greatest motivation.)
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