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"Ouch"

With a miserable cry, the huge and twisted body of Sirik the Corruptor slammed heavily outside his cave nest deep underground.

It no longer has the ugly, corroded and desolate look.

The moonlight filled with purifying power was like a flaming cremation, burning all the fur on Sirik's body, just like burnt charcoal that could even peel off the burning powder when it was poured down.

The smelly smoke rises, and the giant beast spits out black smoke every time it opens its mouth to take a hard breath. This means that the thunder dragon's little star's violent bombardment has bombarded Sirik into "scorched on the outside and tender on the inside."

in the level.

Almost all its internal organs were burnt, and the blood all over its body seemed to be boiling.

But this was not a bad thing for Sirik. Clear pain returned to the Night Lord's numb perception, indicating that G'huun's corrosive power was fading from its body.

And the fragmented will that had long been in chaos and fallen into an illusion also returned to the soul of this dying beast along with the pain.

One of its eyes was completely shattered by Blake's vengeful execution, leaving only the cloudy left eye that could still see. Now that the death bell has sounded, as it lay dying, it was struggling in the moonlight that continued to burn.

Moving head.

It saw the garbage man Garni, whom it had always looked down upon, walking towards it carrying a proud blue dragon. In the eyes of old Garni, it saw sadness and pity.

Sadness is for this land that should be protected by itself but is poisoned by itself.

And mercy is for yourself.

In the long life of the Night Lord, it probably rarely considered death. After all, as a powerful Loa, it would not face the separation of life and death inexplicably like those weak ones.

It probably never thought that it would leave this world in such a miserable state.

"Gani..."

Sirik called out with difficulty:

"Burn me... burn me! After I die... destroy my lair... not a drop of blood... G'huun... it's waking...

.I'm just...the first one.

Run...

This land...

There is no hope..."

"That's why I'm here, Sirik, the proud Lord of Night."

Old Garni, who always had a playful smile, felt sad when he saw Sirik in such a weak posture. He swung his slender tail and whispered:

"I will throw your ashes into Bwonsamdi's Hades, and I will seal it off, and I won't let anyone get close to you until the infection dissipates.

I will tell your followers.

You were fighting G'huun at the last minute..."

"No need."

Sirik closed his eyes, and the powerful Loa said in a mute voice:

"Tell them the truth... I'm just a... loser... destined to be forgotten..."

This sad answer almost made Old Ghani cry.

It's not that old Garni suddenly became extremely emotional, but Sirik's parting words revealed the endless bitterness of being a Loa god.

The Loa gods look at the scenery in all directions, but once they are abandoned by believers, they will instantly fall into the tragedy of being forgotten. If powerful Loa like Sirik lose their shrines and beliefs after death, it will be difficult for them to survive in the long life.

Resurrected in time.

They can only wander forever in the land of Ardenfairy, the land of the dead, becoming lonely ghosts who can't even return home.

There is no way, Loa's troll followers are too "realistic".

From this point of view, the treatment of the wild demigods that the Kaldorei elves believe in is simply ridiculously good. The souls of the demigods can still live in the Emerald Dream after they die, and there is no need to go to the kingdom of the dead.

That is the real "eternal life".

It is a free destiny that does not have to place its hopes on other people.

The loas were almost crying.

"Can't you help it?"

Garni turned back to look at the pirate Black who was calling for moonlight to purify the blood-stained blade in his hand. The latter turned around in surprise when he heard Old Garni's request and said:

"Why should you help it? Is it very good to you? Old Garni, are you saying that you have a kind heart? No, is your kindness so cheap? This is not what selfish Loas would do.

Decide."

"I just..."

Old Garni also realized that his request was a bit excessive and unreasonable. He made a discouraged expression and took a few steps back in the blazing moonlight, planning to wait until Sirik took his last breath before completing his last wish.

.

However, Black, who had looked cold just now, took his pipe in his mouth and walked slowly in the moonlight to Loa, who was waiting for death in pain with his eyes closed.

The character card in front of him also had Sirik's current status information floating on it:

Name: Lord of Night/Lord of Night/Lord of Sky Sirik

Race: Vampire bat·beast/corrosive aberration

Occupation: Level 60 Beast·Elite/Level 60 Bloodthirsty Hunter·Elite/Level 60 Shadow Assassin·Elite

Legendary profession: Level 12 Behemoth Lord·Leader/Level 12 Blood God Contaminant·Leader

Mythical occupation: Level 3 Loa [Pollution]

Status: Strain corrosion, flesh and blood distortion, divine corruption, growth of corruption, source of corruption

Endless Hunting·Status description:

Sirik has become the carrier of the blood god G'huun's supreme power of corruption, corrosion and depravity. Every drop of his blood and every piece of flesh has become G'huun's parasitic host outside the seal.

At present, the corrupted parasitic state has reached the upper limit that Loa's body can bear.

This means that even after death, Sirik's corrupted flesh can still be manipulated and controlled by G'huun to spread planet-level corruption.

The power of the Moon God is not enough to completely purify this level of corrosion, and older and more effective methods must be used.

Let the fire purify everything.

This series of explanations made Blake narrow his eyes. It stands to reason that after the death of the body, Loa would use his spiritual body to go to Ardenweald to become a spiritual form and wait for resurrection.

But in this corrupted state, Sirik's life power has been distorted and corrupted, which means that Sirik can't even go to Ardenweald.

This means that the big bat in front of you is not even qualified to become a miserable "lonely ghost".

Black told Old Garni the news, which made the sadness in the eyes of the garbage man even higher. However, Maiev noticed the strange light dancing in the pirate's eyes.

The warden put away the Luna Lantern and handed it to Black. Then he glanced at Sirik who was waiting for death. She asked in a low voice:

"You actually have a way to save it?"

"Save? It's easy for you to say it. It has been corrupted to the soul level by G'huun. What can I do to save it?"

Blake scoffed at the suggestion.

But the next second, he changed the subject and said:

"It is definitely impossible to save him. Even the last natural paradise has closed its door to this poor corrupted person, and there is no longer any hope of being granted it.

But let’s think about it differently, if what Sirik pursues is not the resurrection of Loa or the illusory eternal life, but the sincere ‘atonement’...

Then there might be a turning point in this matter."

The pirate gave out a weird smile in the increasingly dim moonlight, which startled Little Xingxing and Fenner. Then he put on a straight face, turned back to Old Garni and said:

"Ahem, old Garni, why don't you take my friends and sister for a walk around? Don't go to Sirik's lair. That place must be destroyed. Any breath left behind will be buried.

A source of disaster.

But I remember that there are villages left by troll followers who worship Sirik nearby, so go pick up some trash."

"I'm not in the mood to pick up trash right now. Why are you so cold-blooded? I just witnessed the death of my compatriots. At least give me some time to mourn."

Old Garni complained, and then he saw Blake raising his eyebrows and winking at him.

This stunned the God of Garbage for a moment, and then he realized that the pirates needed to create an environment where they could be alone with Sirik, which made Old Garni feel warm.

Could it be...

Can he still save the big bat that is destined to die completely?

"Let's go, pretty girls, Old Garni knows a place you will definitely like!"

The God of Garbage Man suddenly raised his head and said flatteringly to Little Xingxing and Fenner:

"That's my favorite garbage dump. If you're lucky, you can pick up little velociraptors that are about to hatch. Let me tell you, those little velociraptors are the cutest.

If you are the luckiest girls, you might be able to pick up a Devilsaur egg.
To be continued...