Reborn into A Slash Game

Chapter 77 - It’s Time to End This Ludicrous Massacre

Suo Fei, who held the upper hand, suddenly felt greater pressure than before. It was only then that he realised that the puppeteer hadn’t been using his full strength. He had actually been holding back!

Why was he holding back?Could it be that he had been looking down on him from the beginning?

Because of this thought, Suo Fei began fiercely resisting. He already had no worries. Everyone who was important to him was in this place. He only needed to go all out, he only needed to win!

With a focused mind and high fighting spirits, strong power surged up from within his soul. He was strong, brave and fearless! He wouldn’t give up. He would never give up. He focused his mind on contending against the enemy.

This was a battle where no blood was spilled, but it was a hundred times more dangerous than any blood-soaked battlefield.

They were fighting for his consciousness and his thoughts. A person’s mind was somewhat fragile. A little bit of cowering or a little carelessness might cause him to lose the game.

Sal was extremely confident in himself. He believed that he was at a disadvantage beforehand because he had been suppressing Hull at the same time. It was indeed true that he looked down on Suo Fei, this degenerate elf. How could he possibly have strong mental power?

He was the only existing puppeteer in Yalance. The most fundamental requirement for a puppeteer was the ability to achieve a state of total concentration. They could only achieve this not with empty words, but with a thousand years worth of training. Sal believed that no one in Yalance had stronger mental power than him. Even before the downfall of the gods, there had only been a handful of people who could suppress him, let alone this elf who was a degenerate beyond comparison.

Thus, he was confident. Although he tried not to underestimate the enemy, he could not let go of the disdain he had deep inside his heart.

He looked down on him and held him in contempt. This race liked pretending having high morals and acting noble and virtuous. Their despicable appearance when they do malicious deeds was so hateful. The deep-rooted enmity between them and this rarely seen competition incessantly stirred up the emotions that were locked deep inside his heart.

His rationality was dissipating and madness was bursting out to the surface. Sal had long forgotten that Suo Fei was the key to awakening Samael. He only had one thought at this moment. He must defeat him, occupy his consciousness, let this nauseating man’s mental power thoroughly fall apart, let him kneel on the ground and bitterly weep as he humbly begs for forgiveness and let him be violated.

In fact, his mental state had been teetering on the brink of collapse.

Compared to his extreme ruthlessness, Suo Fei’s mental state was much more positive. To save Samael, he refused to admit defeat and he resisted. His conviction caused his mental power to increase. With his incessant perseverance and effort, he obtained longer-lasting power.

He was positive so he could improve himself, but Sal had been blinded by hatred and arrogance.

The most important thing when fighting for consciousness was that the mind must be clear-headed. When rationality was completely lost and only madness remained, his wall of conviction would instantly collapse, fully revealing himself to the other party.

Sal was destined to lose right from the beginning.

He was conceited and underestimated the enemy. His heart was filled with revenge and hatred. These feelings accumulated more and more until it made him lose his rationality. In the end, the glass-like walls that he had built completely shattered and he was thoroughly conquered by Suo Fei.

Since Suo Fei had never used it, he had not known his own strength until it had been brought out at this moment. He was like a soldier seizing a territory, wilfully galloping inside Sal’s consciousness. He wasn’t aware that he could choose what memories he’s absorbing. He entirely had no idea how to restrict the flow of information, so he could only accept all of it.

Sal thoroughly lost. He had spent a very long time learning how to control others, how to occupy others, and how to make puppets, but he had never imagined that one day, he would be the one who was being controlled and being swallowed whole.

He was scared, horrified, but he couldn’t resist. Facing Suo Fei’s astonishing mental power, he was as weak as a newborn baby. He could clearly perceive that everything in his consciousness was being transferred. Once all of it had been swallowed whole, he would lose everything and become a useless person!

No… This shouldn’t be the case! This is impossible! Everything’s wrong!

It’s impossible for me to lose!I can’t lose to that weak, degenerate elf who will sooner or later be swallowed by the curse!

As long as I can kill him, everything will return to him.

Kill him. Yes, I can kill him. I still have Summer. My consciousness is still connected with Summer. I can transmit a command to Summer, to let him kill Suo Fei.

As long as the elf’s physical body died, no matter how strong his mental power is, he could only wait for his death.That’s right, why didn’t I think of such a simple method earlier?

The excited Sal instructed Summer, but he didn’t receive the emotionless response just like before.

His heart thumped, Why didn’t he respond?Had Summer broken out of his control?

No, it cannot be. Sal nearly used up his remaining power as he shouted in his mind, “Kill him! I’m commanding you to kill him!”

After a long time, he finally heard the familiar voice, “Yes, Master.”

Sal was filled with immense relief.

But then, he suddenly felt unbearable pain. The acrid smell of blood filled the air and Sal’s mind went blank from the strong sense of suffocation.

This momentary period of blankness allowed him to briefly break free from the battle of mental powers. He blankly stared at the sword piercing his chest as well as the person holding the sword. Why?Why did you do this?

Summer, why are you facing me with a sword?

Looking at the vacant eyes of the blue-haired man, Sal instantly knew that he had lost. He had thoroughly lost.

When his consciousness was being eroded, Suo Fei had snatched away his contract with Summer. Summer no longer belonged to him. His puppet was no longer his.

He blankly stared at the sylph whose blue hair was fluttering in the wind. He was expressionless just as before. He only knew how to be obedient, to blindly listen to his commands. Regardless of whether it was right or wrong, he would carry it out.

But now, he actually lost his puppet. Sal gave up on resisting upon this realisation. The pain in his chest became less intense as his consciousness dissipated.

In the end, with his eyes wide open, his body tumbled backward. His face was pale because of the large amount of blood loss and the collapse of his mind. His initially beautiful face became extremely old. As the body had lost its soul, it was like a candle flickering in the wind; A slight gust of wind could extinguish it.

Suo Fei abruptly opened his eyes. He endured the severe headache and swiftly looked at Samael. His chest felt a sharp, piercing pain at the sight.

Without even needing to think, he mouthed the incantation that he had memorized by heart. The memory didn’t belong to him, but at this very moment, it had already fused together with his own.

His mouth slowly spilled out the ancient spell. His heart was pounding heavily, then the people witnessed an astonishing scene.

Because of the desperate battle, there were countless corpses on the ground. At this moment, however, they slowly stood on their foot because of the spell that he had chanted. Their eyes were vacant and blood was still pouring out of their body, like ghosts that climbed out of hell to reap lives. They crazily rushed to the battlefield.

There was no pattern to their brutal violence, but they had extraordinary strength and were fearless. Those fake ‘Suo Fei’s were attacked, bitten and gnawed. They were killed in an incomparably cruel and frightening manner.

After dying, the corpses stood up again and rushed towards the battlefield.

It was an exceptionally strange and terrifying battle. The bloody scene was revolting. The mages who were casting spells, the fighters who were resisting the attacks and the assassins who were mounting a sneak attack were all stupefied. They halted and dazedly watched the scene. When they recovered their senses, a frantic chorus of screams rang out.

The scene went completely out of control. Fear rose from the bottom of their hearts, causing their fighting spirit to be non-existent. They couldn’t fight and only wanted to escape. Escape from this endless hell.

The only thing that Suo Fei knew about the spell was that it was a forbidden spell that Sal was unable to cast. He wasn’t sure what it was, but when he saw Samael’s appearance, the deep anger he felt made him choose this spell.

Why? Why must they trouble us ceaselessly?We didn’t do anything wrong. We didn’t interfere with anyone. So why can’t they leave us alone?

He quietly walked towards Samael. Samael was riddled with wounds, but the most serious one was the fatal wound on his chest that he had dealt himself.

Samael’s weakness was his heart. Samael would die if it bled constantly.

Suo Fei knew this better than anyone, but he still pierced Samael’s chest with a sword. With this thought, Suo Fei simply felt as if his own heart had been pierced by this sword, so painful that it could not be any more painful.

He lowered his head, closed his eyes and kissed the wound.

In the cruel hell where mangled corpses were everywhere and anguished wailing sounded in the air, he tightly closed his eyes. His expression was undefiled and divine.

A dazzling Holy Light enshrouded the two of them, as pure and bright as the beautiful sun.

When the light faded, not a single wound remained on the black-haired man’s body. His unique purple eyes were deep and distant, but it only had one person in it, the elf who was already sleeping in his arms.

Samael unfolded his wings and huge, pure-black bone wings covered the horizon, like a Devil who had awakened from the abyss.

He gently kissed the elf’s forehead, whispered something, and then placed him on the red dragon’s back.

When he flew to the sky, the corner of his mouth rose into a smile filled with ridicule towards the massacre, towards the fighting, and towards their selfish desire.

It’s time to end this ludicrous bloodbath.

Because of this terrifying battle, the troops of the Heaven Defiers had already been utterly defeated. Even Linde had been frightened speechless by the scene.

When Samael rushed out and landed in front of him, Linde felt intense fear. A cold chill ran down his back as he felt an unprecedented sense of death.

He had provoked someone that he shouldn’t provoke.

Someone that he couldn’t afford offending.

No. It’s not over yet. This isn’t the end. How could they lose here? They had spent thousands of years to reach this point, so how could they die now?

They were not at fault. They were doing this for their own race. For their own people. To survive. To keep on living!