Chapter 176

Chapter 148 Pailuo

In the darkness shrouded by night, the remaining black flames flickered with a pale white light, casting an on-and-off glow upon the rough face of the other party.

I saw his lips trembling and his eyes filled with indescribable tremors.

“Dead smoke… impossible… this is dead smoke… how could it be…”

His irrelevant answer made me very unhappy, and I frowned in annoyance, rubbing my forehead lightly as I spoke to him: “Hey! Didn’t you hear me asking you something?”

The heretic finally woke up: “What? Who is Abel? I don’t know… Don’t come closer!”

His voice was shaking terribly. I didn’t understand why he was so scared. They were a group of people who dared to burn themselves, enthusiastic about self-destruction, not even fearing death… Ah, he wants to run away again.

The heretic slowly took two steps back, then immediately turned around and dashed towards the entrance of another alleyway. After a few steps, he looked back in panic, seeing that I hadn’t moved from where I stood. A hint of joy appeared on his face, and he quickened his pace even more.

… Quite annoying.

“Not obedient… really makes me angry.”

Then let’s give him a little punishment.

I waited for him to run far away. Even farther… yes, he looks back again… he seems quite happy, perhaps thinking he has saved his life?

That’s the attitude I want. Come on, try harder, run faster and further… almost there.

I gently raised my right hand, and with an index finger as white as jade, I pointed into the air in front of me.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh.

Air currents stirred into wind, lifting my long hair.

The fleeing heretic heard the commotion here and didn’t dare look back, screaming in fright: “Ah! Ah—!”

I smiled.

Whoosh—

After the sharp whistle, a black blade as long as a forearm, curved beautifully like a crescent moon, formed in front of me.

Zzzz…

The blade seemed tightly bound by something, shaking constantly as it carried the air currents in mid-air. I smiled and looked at the person running away, enjoying his horrified screams: “No! Let me die by myself! I want to return to the embrace of the God of Truth! I don’t want to be devoured by dead smoke… let me go back to the embrace of God! Ah! Ah—!”

Hmm… the embrace of God?

From his words, if one is devoured by dead smoke, they can’t return to the embrace of the God of Truth?

So that’s what the heretic is afraid of.

My head tilted unconsciously to one side.

… Ah! I thought of a fun idea!

My eyes lit up, and I immediately shouted loudly over there: “Okay! I won’t kill you!”

“You tricked me, you tricked me—!”

“I’m not tricking you! Tell me about Abel…”

… Abel?

I was having fun, so forget about Abel.

“Hey! Let’s play a game!”

“I don’t want to be abandoned by the God of Truth! Let me die! Let me die!” The heretic cried out desperately.

But that’s none of my business.

“I’ll count to ten! If you can run into the alleyway, I won’t kill you!”

Hearing this, the heretic slowed down slightly and turned back, somewhat incredulously.

The smile on my face grew even wider, and I felt as if I were about to burst with joy. I began shouting the count from afar: “Ten—!”

“… Ah—!”

The figure in my line of sight started roaring and sprinting forward desperately.

I guessed he had never run this fast in his life.

“Nine, eight, seven…”

“Ah ah ah—!”

“… Two, one! Time’s up!”

The heretic happened to reach the entrance of the alleyway. He lunged forward and fell onto the cold pavement, emitting a wild laugh of joy.

“Hehe… Hahaha!”

“I made it! I ran in—!”

I smiled and nodded at him from afar: “Very impressive!”

Then, from an angle he couldn’t see, I gently lowered my arm.

Slash.

Whoosh—

The dark blade whistled through the air, slicing through

The pagan’s legs were smashed, hitting the ground behind him.

Boom!

Rocks scattered, dust rose, and a miserable scream echoed from within.

“…Ugh ah ah!”

It was pleasing.

I lightly stepped with my toe, started running in moonwalk, and instantly arrived in front of him.

He wasn’t dead yet.

This just confirmed some of my suspicions… The abyssal devouring power can be “selectively controlled.” I could shield off the black smoke’s ability, making it merely a sharp blade.

Other abilities… should be the same principle, as long as the right method is found.

“Liar… Ugh… Liar…”

The pagan’s two legs were severed from below the thigh. Even so, he still struggled to crawl forward, leaving a trail of blood on the ground… It looked like it was drawn with a brush, very beautiful.

I slowly followed behind him, enjoying the ugly posture he had at the moment.

“I didn’t lie to you,” I said.

“I just didn’t use the power of the black smoke.”

“Why… Why did you, you, after contacting the black smoke, remain unharmed… How can you control the black smoke… What exactly are you…”

Haha.

Why can I control the black smoke… This is the only thing the pagan is puzzled about. He would never think that I am the abyss itself.

“I’ll count to ten. If you’re not dead by then, I’ll tell you.”

“What kind of joke is this… What kind of joke!”

In my vision, the person who was struggling to crawl suddenly pulled out a dagger from his chest, tightly gripping the handle with both hands, and without hesitation, stabbed it towards his own face.

“God of Truth—”

Screw your god.

I kicked him.

“Creak”—his wrist broke, bone fragments pierced through the skin, the dagger flew far away, clattering to the ground.

I tilted my head to the right and asked, “Will this allow you to return to the embrace of the God of Truth?”

“Aah!”

The only response was a scream.

His wrist was broken… He seemed unable to crawl anymore, so I squatted beside him.

“Hey, what’s the God of Truth? Have you seen it? Tell me, will you? I’m really curious.”

“Aaah—!!”

The response was still a scream.

I frowned again, feeling somewhat displeased.

Why not use the sin fire… This is no fun at all, playing something interesting.

“You want to return to the embrace of a god… Hey, look at me!”

I stretched out my hands, cupping his blood-stained and dusty face, looking into his eyes filled with terror, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“Hehe! That’s right, when talking to others, you should look them in the eye. It’s common sense.”

“Huhuh… Monster… You’re…”

The pagan’s gaze was lifeless. He seemed on the verge of death… Hey, don’t die!

“I’m asking you a question!”

Slap.

A slap hit his face, and I asked word by word, “Do you want to return to the embrace of a god?”

“…I… want…”

That’s what I’ve been waiting for!

“Then I won’t let you go back!”

In the next moment, black smoke rose up.

There was no struggle; he simply couldn’t do it anymore.

“Monster…” These were his last words.

Ashes floated everywhere.

White smoke swept through and entered my body.

I stood up, silently rubbed my nose… It itches…

“…Ah-choo! Sniff—”

I was choked by the ashes.

Looking up, I saw nothing but flames and smoke.

I lowered my head and looked down at the pile of ashes beneath my feet.

…I’m not a monster.

Thinking this, I spoke.

“[Abyssal Language] My name is Peylo.”

“[Abyssal Language] Peylo Guinivere Winter Moon.”

Of course, he couldn’t hear it.