When the slave master Sariv Shadowblade actually appeared, Bod did not rush up to salute his mentor, but subconsciously drew out the vampire sword from his waist and pointed it forward.

This aggressive move stopped Salifu in his tracks.

In the past few days, he seemed to be traveling between the old continent and the new continent. With a subtle look, he looked at Bertie's eyes that were shining with blood in the dark night, and the man next to him who had entered combat mode, with both arms wrapped around him.

A mechanical female warrior wrapped in plasma flames.

At this time, less than a month has passed since the Port Chardeau incident, but the relationship between the three people can indeed be described as "things are different and people are different".

"Feel sorry."

Saliv said in a tired voice:

"I left you in Port Chardeau. I originally planned to take you with me, but things have changed subtly. Even for me, these twenty-odd days feel like a whole century has passed."

"You don't have to apologize, Your Excellency."

Bod realized that he was overreacting and withdrew his rapier, but he still said in a complicated tone:

"Maybe it was the right choice for you to leave us there. I have probably guessed what you wanted to do here tonight, but I'm sorry, we won't go back with you!"

"Because of the blood contract?"

Saliv shook his head and said:

"That thing is not incurable. I have a way to cut off the connection between you and your elders. If you are willing to take risks, you can even return to your original life form."

"No, it's not because of the blood contract."

Bod shook his head, stared at Saliva, and said hoarsely:

"It's because of what I have seen, heard, and seen these days. I used to admire you and regard you as my father. There is no problem. You did raise me and Penny, but until I became a vampire,

After my rebirth, what I experienced on the Genoa Peninsula made me realize what the real 'twilight' is.

You used the gnolls to turn them into the vanguard of chaos, used their cruelty and death to turn the entire northern part of the Genoa Peninsula into a hell of bones, and you attracted the Dagon fish-men and completely destroyed the hope of recovery for this land.

, and also pushed the fish-man disaster to the entire continent.

I saw it with my own eyes!

The mad scholar wants to destroy the entire Port of Chardeau simply because he wants to realize his madman-like ideal.

He kept saying he wanted to save Penny, but he turned Penny into a tool for destruction. You treat Penny like a daughter. If it weren't for Mr. Murphy's help, we would have lost her forever.

you

You are aiding the evildoer!

I am a shadow elf, and I am not destined to be a good person, but what I have done these evenings has surpassed the definition of "evil" and cannot even be described as crazy.

But I still think you are different from them. Even now, I can no longer defend you confidently in front of the Transians.

You hang out with a bunch of crazy people and you try to be one of them.

this is not right!

You clearly have great ideals, you clearly want to change our race, it is you who led us and your other followers on this path, we did not join them because we admire the dusk, we will always follow only you and you

ideal!

The ideal of correcting the distorted shadow elf society! The ideal of all shadow elf men."

Amid Bertie's scolding, Saliv remained silent.

He had no intention of justifying Huang Tong's behavior, but kept looking at Penny's current appearance with a complicated expression. In those flickering electronic eyes, he could not see any emotion at all.

"Aren't you going to say something?"

Bod shouted to Salifu as if he couldn't understand or accept it:

"Maybe you can leave that organization, just like me and Penny, we can"

"There's no second way, kid."

Saliva withdrew his gaze and said to Bod in a deep voice:

"I want to destroy the current civilization model of the shadow elves. I want to end that stupid system. I don't want what happened to me to happen to you or other shadow elves again. I killed the one I regarded as my brother with my own hands.

With the leader, I personally killed the shadow elf's hope.

I must forge new hope.

However, I cannot do all this on my own.

You are a man who grew up in the shadow elf society, Bertie. You know all the sufferings we suffered in that twisted environment. The shadow is too huge, just like hell, and when you are in hell,

The only one who can help you is the devil.

This is not a simple matter of right and wrong, Bertie. If the world could be measured by right and wrong, then it wouldn't be as bad as it is now.

To be honest, I was sad and proud when I heard you reject my invitation so firmly.

You have finally grown from a camel who only knows how to obey orders, to a lion who knows what he desires. What the Dusk is a group of things, I knew before joining them, but it doesn't matter, because the life of the shadow elves is both long and short.

It is long enough for an empty person to rot into mud in boredom, and it is short enough for an idealist to achieve the ultimate in one thing.

So for us, choosing a direction is much more important than working hard.

I've already chosen my path.

I must go on to the end, fall in a pool of blood or ascend the throne of the Destroyer and the Reborn.

Now it seems that you have chosen your own path.

Then there’s nothing more to say.”

Shadow Blade stretched out his hand and held it at his side, and an elf-sharp blade like black teeth jumped into the palm of his hand.

When this thing appeared, the thick darkness around him seemed to be given some deeper meaning. They beat with Saliv's breathing, blocking out all starlight.

"Shua"

The sharp blade cuts lightly, like a black shadow cutting through the space in a line.

In the strange and broken cracks, Salivu made a sudden attack.

He stretched out his hand to touch his face, and a mask made of shadows covered the vicissitudes of life and handsome face, and even his voice became deep and solemn.

"You blocked my way, children, and I learned an important lesson from that death that changed me. Only by living can you extend the path you have chosen. So, this is the final lesson.

You have also learned the cruel truth that I learned when I knelt in Truman's blood.

Now that the goals have been set and we are in opposite directions, let us both fight for survival!"

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Chapter completed!