Pain Immunity: Worried the Villains Aren’t Twisted Enough

Chapter 555: Prophecy in Time, The Last Guardian

Jiang Yuan's voice was practically shouted out, his words moving and stirring, though no one knew why he was filled with such sorrow and determination, as if he were trying to prove something.

Lu Ce glanced at him with some surprise, then forcefully pried, and an ear-grating cracking sound instantly erupted from the Hell Envoy's body.

The Extreme Path Battle Axe directly plucked out that half of the beacon!

After that half of the beacon was removed from its body, the Hell Envoy instantly lost all movement, as if all its power had been instantly drained.

In reality, taking out the Hourglass of Life and dripping a drop of blood would reveal the truth.

—He was already dead!

Life had vanished along with the disappearance of the beacon.

On the game interface in the minds of Xie Antong and the other members of the Demon faction, a message appeared simultaneously.

[Hell Messenger has fallen! 1/16!]

Sixteen?It seems there are quantitative differences with this thing!

At the same time, Pride raised his hand and slapped sideways, sending Jiang Yuan flying away from beside him.

This created distance allowed the Death Messenger's second blade slash to pass through the gap between the two of them!

After dodging this second attack, the solidified deceleration space that the Death Messenger had deployed in the air also shattered with a violent explosion.

With two consecutive frenzied energy attacks proving ineffective, the Death Messenger essentially caused his own power to clash against itself.

Lu Ce lifted his axe to flip the nearby Hell Envoy, feeling that this thing was unexpectedly weak, then with single-arm strength, threw the massive corpse like a cannonball toward the Hell Envoy.

He slightly turned his head to look at the guy who had taken a sword strike for him, his face seemingly disfigured, his body severely injured.

"Unnecessary action."

"What do you want?"

Not many words, cold and detached with the arrogance of a superior.

"I only beg the Saint Lord to be willing to take action, to realize the... that glimmer of turning point in the prophecy!"

Jiang Yuan's gaze burned intensely as he spoke words no one else could understand, things about prophecies and turning points that only he knew the meaning of.

But Pride communicated with such a person without any obstacles, saying indifferently:

"I will naturally take action. My presence here is your greatest turning point."

"But what you wish to achieve is your own matter."

Perhaps the other's fearless behavior caused Lu Ce to adjust his assessment slightly upward from "someone begging for others' help."

But what he said now was already enough in Jiang Yuan's eyes!

"Extremely grateful!"

"Might I ask, do I now count as a true Saint?"

"Yes."

After Lu Ce answered, seeing Jiang Yuan's expression seem somewhat hesitant, he instantly knew what the other was thinking and said decisively:

"No rituals are needed."

"I am the Saint Lord. My words surpass any ritual in this world."

"From the moment I say you are, you already are!"

Pride's words held no hesitation, as if stating an undeniable fact.

This firmness nailed down Jiang Yuan's wavering heart like a spike. He stared blankly at Pride before him, somewhat dazed under the enveloping golden light.

Boom!

Suddenly, the massive Hell Envoy corpse in the air exploded, transforming into countless fragments, shredded flesh, and black-purple blood, raining down in a light shower.

Then, through this sky-obscuring rain of flesh and blood, a sword light descended slashing!

Pride simultaneously swung his axe, a golden light blade also cutting through the sky, colliding with the sword light, both erupting and annihilating each other.

In broad daylight, this patch of sky seemed to have changed color, becoming somewhat eerie and strange.

As the light dispersed, the Death Messenger's slightly twisted face appeared before everyone.

"You mentally ill bastard, where did you even come from?"

"Weren't you fighting him?! How did you let him get over here!"

This second sentence was directed at Sun on the other side.

A question mark seemed to instantly appear above Sun's head as he very directly and irritably cursed:

"Fuck! Who are you ordering around? What I do doesn't need your fucking approval!"

Although it was indeed a mistake moments ago—Jiang Yuan paid the price of being struck by his hammer to successfully break away and go help over there.

But now this so-called Death Messenger actually dared to blame him for such a thing? Of course Sun wouldn't give him any face.

The Death Messenger had no time to get angry with such a person now and turned back to look at Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan was also looking at him, but now, clear hostility was evident in his eyes!

"Where did I come from?"

"I am from here, I grew up in this world. You are the outsider."

The Death Messenger thought "as expected" and his expression became one of annoyance.

"This world? Talking nonsense! This place has long been destroyed."

"I know." But who could have expected that facing such words from the Death Messenger, Jiang Yuan would be completely unperturbed, replying with extreme calm, though his eyes held sorrow so thick it seemed tangible.

"My world perished."

"And... although I've forgotten many things, I feel... you carry a scent I despise! You might be the culprit!"

Jiang Yuan wiped the blood from his face and said angrily:

"The day prophesied has arrived.... I have waited for that glimmer of opportunity—it is today!"

The Death Messenger immediately sneered:

"Prophecy? Let me be blunt, your so-called prophecy might just be some god having fun, toying with you."

"A glimmer of opportunity? It's already destroyed. Can the sun and moon reverse their course!?"

Suddenly, immense confusion and sorrow surged in Jiang Yuan's eyes, like a drowning child needing rescue.

The Death Messenger's words were like sharp knives, stabbing repeatedly into his already unstable heart.

Stiffly, he turned his head to look at Lu Ce.

"Is what he said true?"

"No!" Pride's voice held no hesitation. At this moment, this utterly unreasonable confidence was most able to inspire faith.

"I told you, I am here. Everything follows my standard."

"Your opportunity, what you await—it needs no one else's acknowledgment, because I have already acknowledged it."

"Yes! Saint Lord!" Jiang Yuan said sharply.

"He's a bullshit Saint Lord!" The Death Messenger was starting to have a mental breakdown. Could there be fewer of these impossible-to-communicate-with lunatics!

"He's also an outsider, here to play games! This world, everything here, including you, is just background for a game, unnoticed by anyone, understand?!"

"No!" Jiang Yuan gripped his sword with both hands. "He is the Saint Lord!"

As he spoke, he threw out a handful of strange objects and began reciting in a low voice, words that sounded like incantations.

"O souls who have held fast until now, unable to rest in peace!"

"I have waited!"