Chapter 689: The Hanging Sword
Chapter 689: The Hanging Sword
A white sword gleamed, carving a straight silver beam through the darkness of the night.
The helpless merchant, floating in mid-air, could no longer dodge, and the protective skill on his body was shattered by Lindsey's previous attack.
The next second—
The kingfisher's head was severed by Alorn, root and all.
His body, propelled by inertia, flew forward several meters before crashing into a pile of rubble, mixing with the blood that splattered out.
And the Law Knight who had delivered that fatal blow...
The golden light in his eyes dimmed, and his body slumped forward, almost collapsing to the ground. He managed to stay upright, barely, and fell directly onto the ground!"
"Alorn?"
Lindsey, seeing this, believed the battle was over.
He naturally went to check on the Law Knight's condition.
This frail figure didn't resemble a normal person, and Alorn is a Fifth Stage Awakened! But before Lindsey could approach, Alorn spoke in a deep voice:
"Don't look at me!"
"Lord Lindsey! This merchant has an external healing ability; he might not be completely dead!"
Lindsey immediately shifted his attention.
As expected, the source essence power on the merchant's severed body did not dissipate completely with his death.
His detection skill promptly provided a hint.
Lindsey saw a faint white light on the merchant's abdomen, a hidden source essence.
[Source Essence Wonder - The Awakened's external source essence core.]
...
Whoosh!
A lance wrapped in flames was hurled from Lindsey's hand, shooting towards the merchant like a comet in the night sky.
But this attack was ineffective.
Having broken the merchant's defense once, the merchant had gained experience.
Instead of directly confronting Lindsey's attack, he actively avoided it, successfully restoring his head and body.
"Young man, stop!"
The merchant shouted.
He had purchased his life twice in a row, and although his savings were substantial, he couldn't afford to waste his value points like this.
The kingfisher immediately tried to persuade Lindsey:
"I know you can't bear to see the state of the Green Marsh!"
"But since you've come here, you should understand that this world is already in a state of barely surviving. Controlling power through such extreme means is also to find hope in despair!"
"..."
Lindsey remained silent.
He was eager to check on Alorn's condition.
As for the chance to restore the vitality of the Barren World, it was in his hands.
Facing such a ruthless individual who enslaved others and showed indifference towards life, Lindsey had no intention of giving him a chance, even with a so-called valid excuse.
In an instant,
Lindsey's figure, gripping the longsword, crossed over ten meters. In the blink of an eye, he appeared before the merchant.
Then, the black sword, enveloped in flames, suddenly intensified.
He swung at the merchant's central axis.
Clang—
The sword clashed with the merchant's defense once more.
After the previous attack,
The merchant, aware of Lindsey's formidable attack, had marshaled an even greater amount of value points for protection.
He wasn't injured, but his weakened body couldn't help but retreat.
However, the 'clang' during the clash didn't come from the retreating merchant or Lindsey, who had launched the attack. Instead, the sound came from behind them.
Law Knight Alorn knelt on the ground.
He had pursued them all this way, burning his soul and unleashing his willpower, to deliver that fatal blow.
His life had reached its final moment.
"Alorn?"
Lindsey unconsciously turned his head, but he wouldn't be distracted in combat.
Yet, with just this slight movement...
The Great Merchant saw it and immediately activated his Appraisal skill, finally uncovering crucial information.
Kingfisher hurriedly spoke up:
"If you value the lives of others!"
"Then I'll tell you, if I die here."
"All slaves who have not yet been released from their contracts will become useless... Ahhh!"
As the Great Merchant finished speaking, his body fell backward.
Lindsey punched him, knocking him to the ground, and then pressed his sword against the merchant's waist, just a layer of fabric away from the Source Essence Core outside his body.
But Kingfisher's words did have an effect.
Lindsey didn't immediately swing his sword to kill the merchant.
Seeing this, the Great Merchant didn't dare struggle, but instead braced himself on the ground with his elbows and pleaded with Lindsey in a more serious tone:
"Unknown warrior, I can share a significant secret with you."
"The core of this city, the plague that has infected countless Awakened and ordinary people, involves a very powerful force. It's something we Awakened can control, and it can even allow people to be resurrected after death..."
Lindsey interrupted the merchant's temptation:
"If you're talking about the Abyss, I'm sorry, but they are the enemies of the living."
"And my enemies."
"Life and death are natural occurrences in this world. Even if I were to fall into eternal slumber, I have no intention of embracing that power."
Lindsey, with his memories of two lifetimes, was surprisingly open-minded about this matter.
The Great Merchant's expression froze:
"I have a connection with the slaves. Are you going to kill everyone..."
Clap!
At this moment, a footstep interrupted the merchant's plea.
Lindsey and Kingfisher turned around together.
Alorn was approaching.
The Law Knight's golden eyes had completely dimmed, and his pale pupils were filled with death, as if he couldn't see anything. At this moment, he was relying solely on his will to reach the two of them.
Alorn still held his longsword.
He suspended the blade in front of the Great Merchant and didn't speak, as if waiting for something.
"..."
The choice was now in Lindsey's hands.
Alorn's current appearance...
Without checking, one could tell the state of the Law Knight.
After this battle, disregarding his own well-being, he had reached his final moments. This powerless sword strike was the last of his soul.
Should he fulfill Alorn's will and kill the Great Merchant here?
Or should he spare the merchant's life for the sake of the innocent slaves bound by him?
"..."
"Is there something that can solve the current problem?"
Lindsey didn't like to compromise on this matter.
He scanned his Attribute Panel, searching for equipment or skills that could resolve the issue.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
Just then, a frail figure appeared from a corner of the street.
It was Xilude.
The Writer Girl now looked like a tattered cloth doll.
Her movements were controlled by magic, making her body move in an eerie and stiff manner, like a puppet manipulated by machinery.
Xilude stumbled.
She supported herself on a piece of rubble with one hand before steadying herself on the street.
The Writer Girl's gaze swept over Alorn and the Great Merchant, finally settling on Lindsey:
"My hero, leave this to me."
"Connect the deep concept of the slaves to yourself. We writers are the best at this kind of thing."
(End of Chapter)
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