activa-t Chapter 87 The Power of Imprisonment and the Fire of Death!
Chapter 87 The Power of Imprisonment and the Fire of Death!
Hearing the white wizards' harsh laughter and Carrot's blatant insults, Mochamo's face was so dark it could drip water.
He abruptly turned his head to look at Heath beside him, who seemed to be watching a show from the sidelines, his voice laced with suppressed anger:
"Heath! Things have come to this point, don't you want to say anything?! You brought all of this on yourself!"
Heath finally dropped his cynical expression. He looked at Mochamo, his eyes filled not with anger, but with a deep, chilling disappointment.
"As expected, Mochamo," Heath's voice carried a cold weariness, "after all these years, you haven't changed at all. Always weighing your options, always retreating, never daring... to truly take that step."
"What other step do you want me to take?!"
Mochamo could no longer contain himself, and his voice suddenly rose, carrying the question of someone driven to desperation.
"Support a madman like you to become the so-called 'King of Aikael'? Hiss! Open your eyes! You've gone mad! Utterly mad, you know that?! Wake up! We don't need these corpses! Come with me! Now! I'll lead you out of here! Carrot can't stop me!"
He tried one last time to persuade Heath.
"Leave?" Carlot's lips curled into a cruel smile, as if he'd heard the biggest joke in the world. "You think you can just leave?"
Before he could finish speaking—
Buzz—! !!! !
The entire glass hall suddenly trembled!
Countless intricate golden-red runes suddenly lit up the originally smooth, mirror-like glass walls, floor, and dome!
These runes flowed and intertwined like living things, instantly forming a massive magic array that exuded terrifying binding power!
The space seemed to be cast with molten iron, becoming incredibly stagnant and heavy, and under such an environment, even space stones would lose their function.
"Don't waste your energy!"
Carrot's voice carried a coldness that suggested he controlled everything.
"This place is crafted using our Eternal Tower's finest 'Forbidden Glass'! No one understands its properties better than us! Any spatial manipulation techniques are a joke here! Today, this is your eternal graveyard!"
Mochamo's face turned deathly pale instantly. He looked at the binding array that lit up in an instant, then glanced at Harris and the others, a flash of regret crossing his eyes—it was the bloodline of the Rael family!
Their ability to locate and activate the magic array so quickly must have been due to Harris, a descendant of the Raeles bloodline, providing the crucial key! One wrong step leads to another!
"Carlot!" Mochamo suppressed the turmoil in his heart, his voice turning icy cold. "This has nothing to do with me! Let me leave! Otherwise... if you push me too far, you won't be able to bear the consequences!"
"Otherwise? What else?"
Carlot scoffed, his eyes filled with absolute confidence and mockery.
"Die with me? Mochamo, let me tell you, Wenzhi is on his way! Today, even if the entire Silent Forest were to come out in full force, none of you would leave this desert alive! I said it!!"
Wen Zhi! Another Level 3 Archmage!
Mochamo's heart sank completely into a cold abyss.
In such a completely confined environment, facing the combined attack of two great wizards of the same rank... he had absolutely no chance of survival!
"Since you're so confident..."
Mochamo's voice took on a resolute madness, and a chilling, deathly aura began to surge violently around him. "Then let's see who dies first today!!"
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Just as the tension was reaching its peak and the killing intent was palpable, a crisp, slow clapping sound, carrying a strong sense of mockery, suddenly rang out.
It's Heath.
He clapped with great interest, as if he had just finished watching a brilliant play, his face showing undisguised pleasure and mockery.
"Fantastic! Absolutely fantastic!"
Heath's voice sounded particularly jarring in the deathly silent hall.
"Old rivals want to meet, and enemies are especially hostile when they meet... This drama is even more interesting than I imagined!"
He paced slowly, his gaze sweeping over the ashen-faced Carlot and the despairing Mokamo, a near-manic smile curving his lips.
"Since the atmosphere has been built up to this point, then... I'll add fuel to the fire for this grand event!"
As his last word fell—
boom--!!!
The entire Glass Hall erupted in a tremor ten times stronger than before!
This time, it's no longer the golden-red binding runes!
Countless more complex and powerful blood-red runes, radiating an aura of destruction and misfortune, instantly covered all the previous gold and red runes, like venomous snakes crawling out of the depths of hell!
They writhe and spread wildly, staining the entire hall's glass with an eerie, bloody light!
A terrifyingly high temperature and a destructive aura, capable of freezing one's soul, spread out as if it were a tangible entity!
"This...this is...!!!"
Harris Rales' eyes widened instantly, and his voice changed completely due to extreme horror, even sounding like he was crying.
"The Fire of Death! It's Lord Qaboos's 'Fire of Death' magic circle!!! How is this possible?!"
"Impossible!" Hobby screamed, his face contorted with absurdity. "Lord Qaboos has long since perished! How could his magic circle be activated?!"
The wizards of the Eternal Tower were instantly plunged into immense panic. This power, which originated from their ancestors but carried deadly hostility, filled them with unprecedented fear and bewilderment!
For the first time, a crack appeared on the confidence of the Tower Master Carrot. He stared intently at Heath, his eyes burning with fury and disbelief.
"It's you?! Heath Perosz! What have you done?!"
"Tsk tsk tsk," Heath shook his head dramatically, his face full of contempt and mockery, "Carlot, your brain... it's really burned out! Do you really need to ask something so obvious? But..."
His tone shifted abruptly, the smile on his face instantly turning ferocious and cruel, his voice like a declaration from the deepest hell:
"You're right about one thing! This is indeed where I'll die today! But... the one to be buried isn't me!"
He suddenly opened his arms wide, as if embracing death itself, his voice echoing throughout the blood-red hall:
"But all of you—the lackeys of the Eternal Tower! And..."
His gaze, like a poisoned dagger, slowly shifted to Mochamo, whose face was deathly pale and who seemed to have fallen into an ice cave. The last trace of feigned affection in his eyes vanished completely, leaving only a cold resolve and... a twisted sense of pleasure:
"My 'dear' old friend, Mochamo."
Heath's voice carried a deep sense of regret, yet it was icy and chilling:
"It seems you've finally made your choice... and stood on the opposite side of truth."
Mochamo looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar Hiss before him, feeling the destructive power emanating from Qabus that enveloped everything, and a bone-chilling cold instantly swept over his entire body.
He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and weary: "Heath...you've...completely lost. You're no longer the person I used to know."
"Hahaha!!! Hahaha!!!"
Heath burst into even more manic laughter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, laughing so hard he bent over and even coughed.
He abruptly stopped laughing, raised his head, and his bloodshot eyes were filled with nothing but a destructive madness:
"I'm not myself anymore? Huh? Mochamo, you haven't changed at all! Still so... naive!"
He straightened up, all expression vanishing from his face, leaving only a cold, indifferent look, as if he were looking at a dead person.
"Since you've chosen this path... then today, let's stay here under this yellow sand forever, together with them."
Heath's voice was eerily calm, yet it proclaimed the final judgment:
"On the path of pursuing truth... at least you have a companion, don't you?"