"Screeech~" The Sword Qi shot out in an instant!
Unexpectedly, it was blocked by a gigantic round shield that appeared first and stopped it solidly... In an instant, it was reflected back and sliced toward Roy's neck at an even faster speed!
"It's that bald guy with the shield!"
The En emerged, Roy swung backward with another sword, knocking away the rebounded Sword Qi... letting it scatter into the sky, slicing apart vast areas of clouds....
On the tree, Lord Andrew stood calmly behind the bald man, squinting as he scrutinized Roy, also releasing his En to mercilessly expel the heartworm attempting to invade his mind along the causal branches....
"Be careful, Longergon... This guy's En can read minds. Back then... Frank Becqui probably fell victim to his mind-reading technique, falling into passivity....."
Bunker Frank Becqui, known as "One-Man Army," was certainly not weak... Initially, Lord Andrew didn't notice; when Roy suddenly spoke out about the flask at his waist, he took a second look, and surprisingly discovered that this person bore an 80% resemblance to the "Blasphemer" wanted on the internal security list... Evidently,
this is the very person... the criminal Archbishop Benjamin specified in the order!
"I know, that sword... it's not bad...." The bald man clad in heavy armor thrust the large round shield into the tree trunk, confidently glaring at Roy and said, "It's a pity for Becqui; had I been with him at that time, he absolutely wouldn't have died."
'Rebound Longergon, as the name suggests....' Another heartworm, ruthlessly expelled by the En of the bald man....
Roy seized the opportunity in the gap of peeking into the opponent's mind, capturing the information of the bald man: like him, belonging to Conjuration, capable of conjuring a round shield at any time, focusing on Rebound. When the shield appeared, it could instantly bounce back all incoming physical attacks, regardless if they were swords, spears, body techniques, or swordsmanship, and return at twice the speed. No wonder he was confident; with him, Frank Becqui wouldn't have died back then....
"Lord Andrew, can I ask... how is my little Maddy?"
The slash that pierced the sky, after shattering layers of white clouds, finally exhausted its strength and was extinguished by the sun's move, high above... After a brief exchange,
Old Mark seemed to have finally reacted, forcing a wry smile as he looked at Lord Andrew, the leather flask at his waist,
Lord Andrew cursed inwardly "Unlucky," and grinned....
"Good, of course, good... Didn't I bring her to meet you guys~"
The man lightly patted his waist, the flask flew out and was firmly grasped in his hand, he caressed it gently like he once did with his lost love Miranda, softly speaking to the flask, "Her skin is so smooth and white. Look, even made into such a delicate flask, Old Mark... what a fine granddaughter you've raised... Such 'fine goods' are rare for outcasts!"
"You... You lied to me!" Old Mark staggered a moment, nearly collapsing to the ground... His chest heaved violently as he pointed at Lord Andrew, feeling the world spinning, his knees buckled, and he sat down abruptly... He was in despair, like a living corpse; though alive, his soul was dead, around him....
Suddenly, an eerie wind blew, Lady Nora, red-eyed from the massive shock, transformed into Posthumous Nen with a surge of resentment!
Posthumous Nen: Driven to linger in the mortal realm by intense obsessions... All are formidable... For instance,
In the future, using Posthumous Nen, though dead, still forcibly steering the Toy Repairer to attack Uncle Gon for protection of Meruem,
Also, like battling Kuroro, using Posthumous Nen, forcibly resurrecting in Heavens Arena as Sisko.....
The deeper the obsession, the stronger the Posthumous Nen,
The most shocking are... Posthumous Nen with lost hope, like... Lady Nora, furious charging toward Lord Andrew,
Though an ordinary ghost powerless to hurt a chicken, upon learning of her granddaughter's death, hope swiftly shattered, plunging into darkness!
Roy watched her turn into an eerie wind, clawing, her nails extended half a meter as she lunged at Lord Andrew... feeling a faint sorrow spreading in his heart, even his Eclipse became silent....
His great-grandfather had once warned him, a person cannot lose hope, otherwise... completely loses the meaning of "existence," now look....
Lady Nora, clearly seeking death, yet, after the real death, unwillingly dragging Lord Andrew into self-destruction!
Unfortunately... the opponent was always prepared... Facing Lady Nora transformed into an eerie wind, Lord Andrew remained fearless, even... somewhat wanted to laugh... His expression unchanged, calmly playing with the flask crafted from little Maddy, coldly chuckling: "Collect."
The flask lid opened, a suction erupted, instantly forming a vortex, ruthlessly swallowing the approaching Lady Nora!
"Clack——" The lid closed, resealed,
Lord Andrew glanced at Old Mark with a sneer: "Hey, old fool, why are you still alive?"
The man shook the flask with a "clunk," winked at the despondent Old Mark and said: "Your wife and granddaughter are here, but they're missing you...."
Old Mark stiffly turned his head and stared, silently climbed from the ground, stepped quickly, gathering speed, and dashed toward a nearby large tree!
"Boom~"
The sound of a skull shattering resounded.....
Red, white, yellow... burst forth together.....
On the border of this dense Forest of Mao Moon... Roy suppressed his throbbing heart, took a deep breath, and silently closed his eyes.
Some people are alive, yet they are already dead. Some people die, yet they still live.
Some people, riding on the people's heads: "Ha, how great I am!"
Some people, bending down to be the people's cattle and horses.
Some people carve their names into stones, thinking "immortal"; some people, willingly become weeds, waiting for the fire underground.
Flecks of light blossomed... Old Mark slid to the ground before the towering giant tree, as the last breath dispersed, his soul emerged, bewilderedly surveying the familiar yet strange surroundings, the place that nurtured him, exploited him, forcing him to lose all hope of survival... without a trace of reluctance, lunged at Lord Andrew, who opened the flask to suck him inside.
"This job is finally done." Andrew beamed, shaking the flask made from little Maddy, crouching down, gesturing towards Roy: "Hey~ Blasphemer, next, how do you want to die?"
"Be killed... or commit suicide?"
The man spread his hands: "Just saying upfront, I dare not let you live, after all, you're more formidable than us outcasts, at once forsaken by 'divinity'... Difficult to avoid death, huh....."
Those observed by the divine will eventually have nowhere to hide... Although, this is the Forest of Mao Moon, not under the control of the Seven Gods, yet,
The last time killing Frank Becqui, encountered his father's old friend, that Storm Archbishop, Benjamin Federick... seen through by him using Power Of Faith... Roy reopened his eyes, indifferently looking at Lord Andrew, at least understanding one thing... The so-called Protector of Outcasts, "Between the Faceless," had already secretly colluded with the Samir Principality....
Which means, next, wearing this face, joining the Faceless home, it's undoubtedly like a lamb to the slaughter, as good as seeking death, so....
Roy smoothly "concealed" his original appearance, employing Deception, in a blink transformed into Lord Andrew's form, calmly looking at him and said: "Who are you asking?"
A hint of crimson silently crawled into the boy's eyes....
With neither joy nor sorrow, he said: "If I kill you, who will know I'm the Blasphemer?"
Sharingan... Activate!