noffsinger Chapter 4769
Chapter 4769
Zhang Yi narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "So, in other words, once I've grown into a fat sheep, he'll slaughter me with his own hands, right?"
"You can understand that."
The Silver Queen's voice was slightly low, "Samael's power is the embodiment of [Wrath], a primordial energy that can devour everything. The mark within you will continuously draw energy from the outside world to help you become stronger, while at the same time, it is also accumulating power for him."
"That sounds fair,"
Zhang Yi shrugged with a cold laugh: "He helps me increase my power, and I provide him with the necessary nutrients. It's a mutually beneficial relationship."
Symbiosis?
The Queen shook her head, her tone turning cold and stern. "That's not symbiosis, it's enslavement. No life marked by him ever survived in the end."
Zhang Yi was silent for a moment, then a slow smile appeared on his lips.
There was no fear in that smile; instead, it carried an extremely dangerous confidence.
“If he wants to take me,” he said softly, “then I’ll let him perish first!”
The silver light trembled.
The gazes of all twelve silver goddesses were focused on him.
The invisible pressure almost froze the air, yet Zhang Yi stood straight, his eyes cold and unwavering, showing no sign of backing down.
"It's a good thing that you have this awareness."
The short-haired queen spoke, her voice low and approving.
"But you must understand that the power he has bestowed upon you is no ordinary thing. That energy is merging with your soul. If you cannot fully control it, you will be devoured by it sooner or later."
Zhang Yi lowered his eyes, looking at the spirit pattern in his palm that was shimmering with a faint black and red light.
That was the mark left by Samael—like an ancient symbol, exuding an aura that was both eerie and solemn.
He clenched his fist, and the black and red light was immediately swallowed by the dark spiritual energy.
The energy of the Netherworld swept over like a black tide, quietly enveloping the mark.
"Don't worry," Zhang Yi smiled faintly, "I will not let anyone control me, not even a demon god, or even the creator!"
At that moment, his voice was as firm as steel, conveying an unshakeable resolve.
The goddesses on the Silver Throne remained silent for a long time.
Finally, the supreme queen of the center spoke: "Your will is strong, and perhaps that is why he chose you. But remember, the power of the Druk is always a double-edged sword. If you cannot control it, it will turn against you and destroy everything."
"Thanks for reminding."
Zhang Yi gave a slight bow, his tone calm.
“However, I think that since he dared to leave his power in my body, I should make good use of it. When he wants to reap the rewards one day, I will use this power to cut the sickle in the opposite direction.”
The Queen sighed softly.
"You have courage and wisdom. I hope your choice will not become the starting point of another cycle."
Zhang Yi smiled but did not respond further.
He looked up at the dome made of silver crystals.
The silvery light flowed, like a dream.
The power bestowed by Samael lay dormant within him, like a lurking beast.
It brings danger, but also unprecedented opportunities.
If fate forces him to become the prey, then he will turn the tables and become the hunter.
He will use this cursed power to tear apart those invisible shackles.
"Gentlemen," Zhang Yi raised his head and smiled slightly, "I think it's time to take my leave."
The twelve goddesses raised their eyes simultaneously, a flash of silver light appeared, and a gentle ripple spread through the air.
The short-haired Silver Queen said softly, "You're leaving the Radiant Moon Empire? At least stay a few days, and wait until your strength stabilizes before you leave."
Zhang Yi shook his head: "If I stay too long, it will attract attention. Since Samael has left a mark on me, it's like a death countdown. So my time is very tight, a hundred years, or two hundred years?"
"I must, within this timeframe, acquire the power to contend with him!"
You want to kill me? Or make me your food?
Stop dreaming!
Even if I have to commit suicide, I won't give it to you.