Capítulo 962: Chapter 718: Fate Has Its Own Plans
Igula’s blood-stained coat and shirt were removed by Gwen, who tore her own skirt and sleeves to wrap his wounds due to the lack of bandages. His injuries were too severe, and the Water Therapy Technique Spirit couldn’t care for all the wounds; bleeding must be stopped to prevent hemorrhagic shock.
This foolish woman, soothing him with a tearful voice, said, ‘It won’t hurt, soon it won’t hurt.’ Ridiculous, Swindler certainly wasn’t feeling pain; he was a Spirit Mage, and had cut off pain feedback before the attack. However, her chatter was not entirely useless, at least it kept Igula awake—a wave of drowsiness from massive blood loss and depletion of Magic Power threatened to overtake him…
Yet even so, Igula maintained a clear understanding of the current situation: undoubtedly, the rcury Wooden Horse’s firing of this rcury gun bullet was truly a miraculous turnaround from a desperate situation.
Can rcury gun bullets really turn a person into a vessel? Is no other ritual needed?
Can the rcury Wooden Horse really reincarnate at will? Can anyone with her bone marrow reincarnate?
They knew none of these answers. The ambiguity wasn’t because the rcury Wooden Horse couldn’t weave a perfect reason but because she intentionally left a window. As the Swindler said, the highest realm of deception is telling a story others are willing to believe.
Humans are simple creatures. If they are willing to believe, they will deceive themselves. The rcury Wooden Horse laid out the key elents of this story, and the more they ponder the details within, the more they believe the story.
For instance, why did the rcury Wooden Horse shoot the rcury gun bullet at Igula? Because she wanted to use Igula for her own purposes; perhaps the rcury Wooden Horse cannot reincarnate freely, but faced with a life-death crisis, she would certainly risk severe side effects to escape alive; her bone marrow is no longer bone marrow, but a virus capable of invading brain dullary cells…
Just thinking simply, Igula had already filled in countless details for the rcury Wooden Horse’s story. The reason being, he had to believe the story, because he couldn’t afford to lose.
If he doesn’t believe the story and insists on killing the rcury Wooden Horse, he might die or might live; believing the story and sparing her ans a high likelihood of survival. People always adopt conservative strategies to tily stop losses in the face of loss, like no one prefers keeping a stock in continuous fall until it rises back. Igula was no exception.
However, the choice was not his.
He opened his eyes, looking at the dark silhouette in the hall.
No one knew Black Crow’s feelings for the rcury Wooden Horse better than him, not even Ash, and certainly not even Black Crow himself understood his true inner thoughts like Igula did.
Black Crow always thought he hated the rcury Wooden Horse, but no one hates soone and constantly recalls their beauty and kindness. When you hate soone, you only rember their disdain, faults, ugliness; when you hate soone, you feel that all mories of them sll foul; when you hate soone, you only feel how foolish you were to once like them.
If Black Crow truly hated the rcury Wooden Horse, he would only rember her evil deeds.
Only when you love soone, do you rember all the beautiful mories with them.
Yes, Black Crow still deeply loved rcury Wooden Horse; he loved the kind White Crow in his mory, so he must execute the rcury Wooden Horse in front of him. His protection for Tanomu equaled his hatred for rcury Wooden Horse. Killing rcury Wooden Horse was to protect Tanomu.
He himself wasn’t aware that he instinctively separated Tanomu and rcury Wooden Horse. If Ya Sha Jin hunted other villains with anger to foster Killing Intent, then Black Crow honed it with love, more enduring than anger, deeper than hatred.
When love and hate interweave, brewing out this rich Killing Intent, it’s enough to cloud anyone’s judgnt.
Previously, Ash could persuade Black Crow to give up revenge because Black Crow himself saw no hope for vengeance. But now, with rcury Wooden Horse before him, this might be his only chance in life; even Ash couldn’t stop him.
Not to ntion, this was Ya Sha Jin’s trial; if Black Crow intended to spare rcury Wooden Horse, the vast guilt would crush Black Crow’s defenses. Only by washing it away with rcury Wooden Horse’s blood could he cleanse himself of this guilt!
Igula had many reasons to persuade Black Crow, such as other Four Pillars God Sect believers may already be in Silent Spiral; even if he killed himself and rcury Wooden Horse, she might reincarnate in another vessel and escape; even if he lets her go, the Four Pillars God Sect is about to fall, and capturing rcury Wooden Horse later would be simple; and…
But Swindler said nothing, rely closing his eyes quietly.
Only Gwen couldn’t help shouting at Black Crow, “Tamasi! Please, please…”
Black Crow still pressed against the rcury Wooden Horse, his wrist holding the Gray Fox Blade trembling slightly. rcury Wooden Horse said nothing more, closing her eyes quietly, as if waiting for Black Crow to hold her as she slept.
What should I do?
How should I proceed!?
Should I really spare her? If I could only kill her entirely, I would have no regrets even if I died this mont. Now, after finally forcing her into despair, how could I… how could I…
“Cough! Cough!”
Igula suddenly coughed up two mouthfuls of foul blood mixed with internal organ fragnts, his head lolling and passing out directly. Black Crow turned to see the Swindler’s injuries were far beyond Gwen’s capacity. The Water Therapy Technique Spirit was indeed formidable, but facing such massive bleeding from multiple wounds, multiple Healing Mages were needed for ergency treatnt, and only Gwen was there filling the role of Star Mage.
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