In the study room on the second floor of the villa, Ash was almost turning into a tree man, like a tombstone in the forest. Every branch was as hard as steel, and every leaf was absorbing his magic power.
This is a very powerful miracle of the Senluo faction. One should know that the Senluo faction has always taken creation and production as its main development direction, but this miracle is extremely fierce. It is hard to imagine how many magic spirits are combined in it to combine multiple effects such as confinement, killing, and weakening.
It was not unusual for Xilin, who was over 200 years old, to be a two-wing magician. The faction realm was the most ruthless test, like a natural barrier blocking all the "mediocrities" who were not talented enough and did not have enough opportunities. Hard work was meaningless to a magician, because hard work was the foundation of a magician. However, without talent, no matter how long you lived, how hard you worked, or how hard you tried, you would not be able to reach a higher level.
Although he couldn't see the scenery from higher up, because he had plenty of time, Schilling was able to appreciate the towering and ancient trees nearby, the stingers of bees, the secrets of spiders, and the hidden murderous intent of plants.
All resources will be transformed into the magician's power, including time.
Ash didn't actually look down on Xilin because he was also a two-winged magician—not now, nor in the past. But time was not on his side. As time passed, it would be easier for the Crime Hunting Office to find him. He found through the veil that the Crime Hunting Office had begun a large-scale investigation of the lower areas and pig areas.
Although Freya's home was a place of peace and tranquility, it was also the place where he died.
He had to get the information he needed as soon as possible, and Professor Schilling was his only choice. He knew he was gambling with his life before he came. After all, life was just an important chip, and he had to bet when it was time.
And how important is life to him
This was not a familiar gambling game, nor were the gamblers familiar to him. If he hadn't been afraid of someone picking it up, he would have wanted to throw away the chip a long time ago.
Ash lowered his eyelids and squinted his eyes, as if he was sleeping.
His voice became high-pitched and steady, as if he was the master here: "Have you made a decision, Professor Schilling?"
Xilin walked around him and murmured, "Since Heath is no longer here, I naturally don't need to continue to be loyal to him, nor do I need to follow his orders. I am already a free Blood Moon Elf."
"But your existence is always a huge threat. No one can guarantee that Heath will not be resurrected again and return like lightning with a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood."
"But you won't kill me." Ash said calmly: "After you knew I was not Heath, not only did you not want to kill me, you even had to protect my life."
After careful consideration, Ash knew that he was in no danger at all.
If he was the real Heath, Schilling would have to assassinate him as ordered, but Heath also had a way to control Schilling; and since he was not Heath, Schilling had been freed from his restraints, there was naturally no need to kill him.
Some people may wonder, wouldn't Shilling, who is enslaved and controlled by Hiss, hate the whole family and want to wipe out the roots and destroy Ash, the substitute, as well
Of course not. If Xilin only had revenge in his mind, he would have crushed him like a peach just now.
But Schilling was terrified.
"Yes." Xilin stopped behind Ash, his voice trembling: "Since Heath wants you to die, then you must live, even if you have to linger on, you must live, even if life is worse than death, you must live!"
Ash asked, "Do you know why Heath wants to kill me?"
"I don't know, but the fact that you are so weak, so ignorant, and so insignificant can only mean one thing..."
Xilin walked up to Ash and pointed his index finger at Ash's forehead: "The ritual is not yet complete. You are not a complete 'tactile', you are only a semi-finished product."
"Only by killing you can the ritual be completed and Hiss's fantasy be brought into this world."
Ash looked at Shilling's fingers, "What is 'tactile'? What will happen when I die?"
"I don't know, I don't know!"
Xilin grabbed his hair hysterically. "That is the secret of the Four Pillars. That is a ritual that only Hiss can know the full picture! Hiss only told the followers that he is not a complete 'touch' yet. When the ritual is completed, he will return from suffering, be freed from honor, fall from the sky, rise from the grave, and become a 'touch' that transcends everything! Then... he will paint the world as he pleases!"
"It sounds like after the ritual is completed, I should be able to surpass the so-called four-winged magician." Ash's mouth curled up slightly: "So, if you kill me, I will become a being... comparable to the Blood Moon Lord?"
Xilin glared at Ash with a stern look in his eyes: "You won't have this chance."
Ash whispered softly, "So, are you going to hand me over to the Criminal Hunting Office?"
"No, absolutely not. Gerard might kill you, and the Blood Moon Trial will take your life... You must not be handed over!" Xilin shook his head vigorously, as if trying to shake off a fly: "The arrogant Blood Saint Clan only wants to study you, and the stubborn Moon Shadow Clan doesn't care about you at all!"
"Only I know your seriousness. Only I can do this... Only I..."
Xilin whispered devilish words: "Cut off your limbs, lock you in a puppet box, and place you in the deepest basement on the third floor underground, using only an IV tube to maintain your most basic life..."
Yes, that's it.
Ash was not moved at all, he was very satisfied with Shilling's decision. If Shilling really handed him over to the Criminal Hunting Department, Ash would never be able to escape from prison again, no matter how stupid the prison was, they would know to guard against his purification miracle.
Without saying anything else, all we need to do is change the frequency of sending Ash's life characteristics from once every ten minutes to once every second. As soon as Ash removed the chip, Gerard rushed to Broken Lake.
Even if Xilin added more obstacles in the outside world, it would not be as straightforward as the chip restriction. Yaxiu did not care about physical disability. As long as he could enter the virtual realm, he would have the strength to break through sooner or later.
What's more, Ash hasn't really lost all ability to resist now.
Ash has fully mastered the skills of Stand, Heart Sword, and Kill Me Miracle, and he can activate them without any magic power.
But this tree completely restricted his ability to move, and it was useless for him to resist now.
When Xilin was ready to transfer him, it would be the best time for him to escape. He followed Gesas all the way here and observed the surrounding security situation. If Xilin wanted to hunt him down, he would kill the surrounding guards and lure the hunters over.
The hunter wants to kill me, and Shilling wants to protect my life. If it works well, it can even cause a conflict between Shilling and the hunter. If it causes large-scale casualties, I can also use Finanx's speech a few days ago to ignite racial and class conflicts, and then... One idea after another swirled in Ash's mind, and soon a conspiracy with a prototype was formed.
The worst case scenario is that you are imprisoned in the basement, turned into a motionless doll in a box, with the only sound of your heartbeat in the world.
Ash was not at all moved by the tragic fate that was about to happen to him. He was not nervous, afraid, or excited.
He seemed to have pulled himself away from this body, quietly admiring the fate of 'Ash Hiss'.
Pain, loneliness, torture, these things cannot shake his will, because in his world...
In his world...
... and Sword Princess
His thoughts were interrupted here, and Ash shuddered, his pupils regaining their luster.
It is difficult to describe this feeling. It is as if Ash is about to fly and transcend this world, and suddenly a string pulls him down, making him fall heavily to the ground. Then the sound of flowing air, the fragrance of the earth, the pulsation of the heartbeat, all the feelings rush into his mind at once.
It was as if Ash had just fallen asleep, and now he was finally awake.
At this time, Xilin suddenly made a strange sound.
"Shilin Dole, you can't escape." He murmured softly: "You are already free, you can't escape anymore."
The elf took out an ebony dagger from the drawer, then walked to Ash, held the dagger upside down, and gently pushed -
It stabbed into his throat.