He is dying.
Lucian thought.
The extreme coldness started from his throat and gradually spread to his limbs. He heard the sound of the dagger falling from his hand, followed by the pain of suffocation as if even the last bit of air was squeezed out of his lungs.
He had already expected his death today, but he never expected that he would be strangled to death.
In stark contrast to his current miserable state was the young man standing in front of him. The icy magic that locked his throat was released from the young man's hand.
The young man's name is Wade.
The young man's jet-black hair fluttered in the wind, beneath which were blood-red eyes. Those eyes no longer had the look they had in the past, now they were filled with only indifference and surging hatred.
He is looking at himself.
Lucian thought.
He was staring at himself...
"Lord Vader!"
Behind the young man, a man's voice was heard. He was wearing the leather armor of the beastmen, his hair was flaming red, and his face was branded with the marks of slaves. He was one of the young man's men who had returned from the land of exile. He ignored the fear of others and trembled as he shouted, "You can't - he is the son of the human race, and the violence in your body has reached its limit. You will lose control..."
“Holy Son? What Holy Son? He is not human. He is a hybrid of a succubus and a human, but he has been pretending for so many years…” said another person. He was wearing a clergy uniform and looked at Lucian with disdain and hatred in his eyes. “None of us could tell…”
"He killed the Pope, he betrayed the human race, he is an undercover agent of the demon race!" another clergyman said hoarsely, "This liar who deceived the world and stole the reputation, we were all deceived by him... Kill him!"
They hid in the distance out of fear of the two people in the hall, but they were still quarreling in low voices.
Until a sound struck like thunder.
Those words were filled with murderous intent, and everyone fell silent immediately.
"roll!"
These were the only words the bloodshot-eyed young man left for everyone.
There was a strong murderous aura in his voice. No one dared to doubt that if they dared to get closer, they would be the next to die.
Everyone present had seen the young man's blood-soaked Shura on the battlefield, and had lowered their heads in fear because of his ominous bloodshot eyes. Now the young man's demeanor was clearly on the verge of losing control - they knew what the young man looked like when he lost control, that he was a monster who only knew how to kill... or an evil god.
Besides, as the young man’s subordinates, they knew better than anyone that their master, the former Paladin who was expelled and killed by the Temple in the name of “Fallen God Bloodline”…
Hatred for the Son of God in his hand who had betrayed him several times, hunted him down, and caused him to fall into this state.
—Even though he had sworn before the God of Light to protect him all his life.
The powerful force in his throat was released. Lucian leaned against the statue weakly and slid down. He lay under the statue of the God of Light, coughing, his throat full of blood.
At the same time, the pursuers finally left the temple one by one. The last to leave were three of Vader's orcs. One of the handsome orcs with a scar on his forehead pushed the man who spoke first in a panic, urging him to leave, but he couldn't help but take a look at the end of the temple before leaving.
Then, he heard a chuckle.
A chuckle as if finding the scene very amusing.
The laughter came from the lips of Lucian, who was leaning against the statue with blood on his hands under the stained glass window. He raised his eyebrows and watched the people leaving one by one. The gentle smile on his face was gone. After noticing that the orc was looking at him, he even turned his head away, completely ignoring the gloomy Vader, and made a "goodbye" gesture to him without hesitation.
The orc was flattered and his face was blank, and then he was immediately dragged out by his two frightened companions.
Even after he was far away from the sudden surge of strong oppression, he was still thinking vaguely. The rumors about the appearance of the Son of God in the exile area were indeed not false.
He was really like what was said. Even though he already knew how evil and filthy this person was, even though he was wearing a bloodstained robe and leaning against the statue in a messy manner.
Unlike Vader, people often overlooked his appearance because of his overwhelming presence, but even if the Son of God was in a miserable situation, it was hard for people to ignore his beauty.
…
Finally, only Wade and Lucian were left in this once magnificent but now blood-stained temple. Lucian smiled at the closed door, still maintaining the gesture of saying goodbye to that man.
He felt pain in his right wrist, perhaps the bone was about to break - when he picked up the dagger and was about to stab it into Vader's body, Vader grabbed his throat with magic and strangled him on a statue in an extremely furious manner.
His hand was also injured at that time.
"Hold on, Number Five!" the system called out in his mind, "His hatred towards you is already 97! Try harder and make him angry! When it reaches 100, you will complete the task of collecting the hatred of the Son of Fortune in this world, and then escape to the next world! But he looks so angry, do you want me to block your pain?"
“Whatever.” Lucian said in his mind, “Keep your voice down. You’re disturbing my thoughts on the performance.”
Others naturally could not see his conversation with the system. In the eyes of others, Lucian was just turning his eyes away, avoiding meeting Wade's gaze.
“Okay, your thoughtful little system is here to serve you wholeheartedly!” As the system spoke, the pain on Lucian’s wrist was relieved a lot. “Then I won’t bother you anymore, host. You are only one step away from success. Good luck on the mission!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Lucian pressed the mute button, and then he returned to the real world.
Vader walked towards him step by step, his bloodshot eyes rolling and his face dark. He saw the long boots on his feet - the black leather boots were still stained with the sweet blood of the demons.
Then there were the hands wearing black enchanted leather gloves that had slain countless demons.
A hand covered his right hand—and pressed it against the statue just as the right hand was about to escape. A chill flowed into the wound, and Lucian couldn't tell what it was, only that it felt like a tingling sensation at the broken joints.
The other hand pinched his chin, forcing him to raise his head.
"Look at me."
That voice that did not allow anyone to resist said this.
His chin, which was under the control of the other party, was pinched so hard that it hurt, and the pair of scarlet blood eyes occupied all his vision.
Gloom, cruelty, murderous intent, a burning hatred that seemed to want to skin him alive... and a deeper darkness that was impossible to decipher.
Even though he had seen many evil sons of fortune, Lucian still felt a bit breathless at that moment.
Vader is indeed the son of luck in this nightmare-level mission world.
"Is your hatred towards me really only 97?" he muttered in his heart.
According to his original plan and analysis, after being exiled and hunted for several years, Vader's hatred for him would definitely reach 100% after learning the truth. Moreover, he also stepped on Vader's biggest weakness - a proud person like Vader would never tolerate any betrayal from others.
Now, the look in Wade's eyes was enough to frighten any tasker. But his hatred value was only 97. This showed that deep in the heart of the Son of Luck, he still had positive expectations of him worth 3 points.
If he does not eliminate these three positive expectations, he will not get the energy needed to leave the mission world.
Fortunately, Vader has now come to the temple as he planned. Soon he will be able to anger Vader with words, so that these three small deviations will disappear and continue the script he wrote - Vader who recognizes his true face will come to the temple, kill him with monstrous anger, and ascend the throne amid the cheers of everyone.
He retired after achieving his goal, and in the next small world he was still the happy black lotus who played with people's hearts.
So what if this world is nightmare-level? Over the years, he has been through hundreds of worlds, if not thousands. He has seen too many reactions to anger, and he is very good at angering others and playing with people's hearts. Vader is just one of many victims... Well, after he leaves, if he is in a good mood, he will ask the system to send him a compensation package.
This is his confidence as a fast traveler, he has long been accustomed to such routines. And Lucian is just so arrogant and heartless.
But before he could open his mouth, he felt a pressure on his eyelids.
The pressure came from two fingers, one above and one below, pressing down on his upper and lower eyelids respectively.
Lucian was stunned, because this was an action he had never thought would happen.
Through his thin eyelids, he could feel the strength of Wade's fingers. There was magic smoke on his fingers, and now, they were gradually pressing against his eyeballs, accompanied by the other party's eyes that were always looking at him, as if he was looking at something he had never understood.
At that moment, Lucian had the illusion that Wade was going to dig out his eyes.
His body also began to tremble physiologically due to this stimulation.
Then he heard a word from Vader that had never appeared in any of his imaginations.
"Pretty green eyes, aren't they? I just realized today that you have such pretty eyes, Lu-Xian. Why didn't I notice that before?"
Wade called his name in a drawn-out tone, and his voice was cold, yet also revealed a strange and twisted tenderness - like the whispers between lovers.
But the look in his eyes seemed to want to skin Lucian alive.
He knew better than anyone that they were enemies.