Sage Samuel Kelasel clutched his chest tightly, his pale face covered with cold sweat.

In the shaking, his body staggered a few steps, his knees softened, and he fell to the ground. A suppressed sob came from his throat, and then he spit out a mouthful of blood.

The blood splashed on the ground, showing a dazzling scarlet color.

He gasped, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice trembled with anger and weakness:

"My Book of Sages...!"

He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white from exertion. The moment he raised his head, anger burned in his eyes.

Opposite him, the silver-robed wizard Geoffrey de la Tour could not remain calm. His nails were deeply embedded in the staff, and his eyes were fixed in front of him. His always gloomy face was full of words at this moment.

Shocked and disbelieving.

His voice was low and hoarse, but it revealed an unconcealable nervousness:

"He tore down the barriers of the world..."

Samuel reluctantly raised his head and followed Geoffrey's gaze to the front. His pupils suddenly shrank at this moment.

An unspeakable fear burst out from his spinal cord. He held his hands on the ground, holding back the blood surging in his chest, and his voice trembled so much that he almost lost his confidence:

"That's...what?"

In front of them, a silver-white crack began to appear in the void, and in that crack, silver light tore through the surrounding space like a sharp blade.

It's like a curtain lifted by the gods.

A silver lever slowly protruded from the void, flashing with a cold light, and then opened the surrounding space easily like a curtain being opened at will.

That moment.

Light flooded into the world of Hakoniwa.

As the crack completely opened, a pure white figure slowly emerged.

He carries thirty-six pairs of burning light particle wings, his hair is as white as snow, his eyes are as bright as the moonlight in the sky, and an elusive smile hangs on his handsome face.

It is an innate majesty, a sense of existence that is incomparable to the vastness of the world.

"Finally found you."

Xia Xiu was suspended in the void, his left hand holding the "Book of Sages" that was constantly resisting, and his voice was gentle and clear.

Samuel's blood almost completely cooled at this moment, and he felt as if his back was pierced by something cold, and chills poured out from the inside out.

He opened his mouth, trying to control his fear, but his voice still trembled:

"Hugh Abraham, let me go. The entire Ring of Naga and the Book of Sages...are yours."

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and tried his best to make his posture appear sincere and humble.

He knew that the fourth sword holder in Heaven opposite him was no ordinary opponent, and any attempt to struggle would only hasten his death.

Samuel Kellasel still retains the deep-rooted Auror thoughts of the Hundred-Level World in his mind.

In the Hundred-Level World, plane wars are bloody, but for the Auror class, being captured in war usually does not mean death, but negotiation, redemption and economic transactions.

Aurors usually have similar social status, and based on this status, they often follow a tacit agreement not to kill each other.

As each other is part of the ruling class of the Ley Line and Crystal Wall systems in all walks of life, killing an Auror prisoner will not only destroy the trust between the Aurors, but may also trigger revenge from the enemy family or allies.

Of course, Samuel Kelasel selectively ignored the Dark Lord's "various atrocities" in the Ring of Naga - mainly the bloody killing of Kelasel.

The reason why I selectively ignore it is because I am still lucky in my heart.

As a sage and the master of the plane, his status is much higher than that of other Aurors of the Kailasel family.

The fourth sword holder in the Kingdom of Heaven should choose to let him go out of consideration for his future political interests in the Hundred-Level World. After all, this way he can maximize his interests and will not cause fierce resistance from the Auror families in other planes of the Hundred-Level World.

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He looked at the other party with expectant eyes, and found that the white-haired angel was casually weighing the struggling and beating books in his hands, with a thoughtful look on his face, as if he was considering whether to let him go.

So Samuel Kellaser, the old turtle who felt there was hope, continued:

"And it's not just that-"

Samuel tried to gain further life, with a glimmer of greed in his eyes.

"My Merlin First Class Certification and assets in other planes, I can -"

Before he finished speaking, Geoffrey de la Tour behind him had already silently stepped back, protecting the sage in front of him.

His face was as gloomy as iron, and he looked at the sage as if he were looking at a unique fool.

Xia Xiu's white eyes as pure as fresh snow swept over everything coldly, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight arc.

Then, the [Lever of Heaven] in his hand moved slightly, silver light flashed past, and a strange symbol suddenly appeared on the sage's chest - [∞].

Buzz buzz——

The symbol was like a Möbius strip connected end to end, emitting a faint silver light and beginning to rotate at an alarming speed, seeming to be tearing apart reality with some irresistible force.

Samuel looked down at his chest, with incredible fear in his eyes, and he let out a shrill cry.

"I have other chips, I have other..."

Poof————

Before the words were spoken, the Möbius strip exploded, and the sage's chest was torn open. A huge hole appeared instantly, blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the internal organs and bones were splashed all over the ground in the explosion.

"Hugh Abraham, you-"

His body trembled a few times, his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness, and then he fell to the ground, and the blood in his chest quickly turned into a dazzling scarlet red.

"Confused."

Xia Xiu spoke calmly, the silver lever in his hand emitting a slight radiance, his voice was gentle, but with a biting chill.

"If I kill you, they will be mine too."

His eyes just casually glanced at the sage who was lying on the ground with his eyes open, as if he was looking at an item that had long lost its value, and then slowly turned to Geoffrey.

Geoffrey de la Tour held the staff in his hand tightly, his old fingers trembling slightly due to excessive exertion.

His face was as pale as a thin piece of paper, and his eyes swept over the corpses on the ground with complicated eyes.

There was no anger or sympathy in his heart for Samuel's begging for mercy and tragic death.

He just sighed coldly - it's too stupid.

Samuel actually tried to exchange his property, honor and illusory future for his life?

In Geoffrey's view, this kind of behavior is simply more ridiculous than persuading the four monarchs of Chaos to convert to the light in person.

"Do you have anything to say? Silver-robed wizard."

Xia Xiu's voice came from the front, calm and indifferent, without any fluctuation.

Geoffrey raised his head and looked at the angel from heaven carrying the feather of light on his back.

A bitter smile appeared on his face, as if he was laughing at his own powerlessness at the moment.

He lowered his head slightly, as if he was sorting out his words, and then slowly spoke:

"If I say that the death of the bureau operator was an accident and had nothing to do with me, would you believe it?"

When Xia Xiu heard this, his pure white eyes like fresh snow carefully looked at the old man in front of him.

He looked very seriously.

"I believe it."

He said softly, without any hesitation in his tone.

"But you are going to die here today."

Geoffrey took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly with the movement.

He raised his head, and there was no longer any flinching or hesitation in his eyes. It was a kind of calmness and stubbornness that could see through life and death.

He closed his eyes gently and slowly opened them again, a look of determination appeared on his old face.

"If you want to fight, fight without reservation; if you want to lose, defeat without regrets - come on, Hugh Abraham."

Facing the invincible enemy, Geoffrey de la Tour did not choose to surrender. He gave his own answer.

Faced with inevitable failure, rationality requires him to still fight hard, because the meaning of action does not lie in the result, but in dignity.

If you even made the beginning, you must bear all the consequences.

"You have human virtues," Xia Xiu said lightly, his tone mixed with a kind of silent appreciation, but it was as cold as frost and snow.

"pity……"

"If anyone sins, he must make atonement for his sin; but if there is no sin offering, his sin will be upon himself."

As soon as the conversation between the two ended, a sense of solemnity filled the air, and it was as quiet as the moment before the storm.

In that brief silence, a tall incarnation quietly emerged from behind the silver-robed wizard Geoffrey de la Tour.

The avatar takes on a human form, but is very different from a human being.
To be continued...