Chapter 19 : Fate

Ahan once again erupted into a long laugh, and I seized this brief opportunity to wink at Lyon and the rest of the team. Lyon immediately understood and began to gather his chi, before charging violently. With a loud bang, Lyon crashed into the wall of the hall, stirring up a large cloud of dust. However, Ahan had already dodged to the side, the red light in his eyes getting hotter and hotter.

The warrior's "Charge" skill is mainly used to deal with slow or defenseless enemies, and is a nightmare for mages and priests, but is not as effective against agile archers. However, the fact that Ahan was able to quickly dodge even though his concentration was broken by me just now shows that his strength is quite appalling.

I shouted loudly to everyone, "This man has been dominated by his mind and entered another gate, now he's being controlled by the Bull Head God, everyone try to control him!"

Tom and Barbaric Muho immediately rushed up, and Jimmy quickly cast various supporting spells on everyone as the archers attacked en masse. Leon patted his head, which was a bit dizzy from hitting the wall, and muttered and spat out a few grains of sand and gravel, before charging at Ahan once again as well.

The old patriarch gazed at his former friend with sad eyes. I purposely asked everyone to just control Ahan instead of killing him, precisely considering the patriarch's feelings. I can see that he is struggling immensely inside.

The old patriarch cried out with a trembling voice, ''Ahan, your power has gotten stronger, did you really enter that other door? Could it be that the boundary that sealed the Bull Head God was also destroyed by you?"

Ahan dodged the attack with amazing speed while laughing long and hard, his laughter carried a bone-chilling grief, "Since I was a child, I was shamed by my clan for being physically weak, and no matter how hard I practiced martial arts, others could easily trample me underfoot. I longed for strength, and the Bull Head God gave me strength, I am grateful to him and willing to serve him for the rest of my life! Moreover, once I liberate the Bull Head God, my power will be even stronger, hahaha!"

The old patriarch closed his eyes in pain as tears slid down, "Is it really for the sake of power? Are you willing to put the clan through even more pain just so you won't be scorned? I believe that you have found your destiny ..."

When I heard the word "destiny", I couldn't help but feel a tremor in my heart, and suddenly felt a wave of unspeakable sadness, not infected by the patriarch, but reminiscent of myself.

In fact, how am I different from Ahan? Driven by my intention, I also made many decisions that I regretted for the rest of my life, and ended up in a situation where I couldn't help myself. Who should be blamed for all this?

If, after graduation, I hadn't resented the hard work and low pay, and hadn't been willing to be angry with my boss, how could I have chosen to become a professional gamer and embarked on this seemingly easy path?

If I had not been greedy for the 50,000 yuan game bonus, when I saw Sheikh, I did not directly quit the game and report to the computer management center, how would I have ended up in such a situation?

"Predestination is not something you are born with. A person's character determines his destiny to a large extent.

Although Ahan is extremely fast, but surrounded by three warriors, it is very difficult to dodge. He couldn't pull the bow in his hand in time, and simply pulled out the long knife at his waist, using the knife skills he wasn't good at to fight against the three warriors. Barbarian Wood Hopper was the slowest because he didn't have his boots on, and as a result, he was slashed and his blood level was instantly reduced by more than 100 points, and the knife even had necrotic poison on it. I didn't expect an archer to have such a strong melee ability, and no one had been able to hit him. He weaved between the three warriors, and the archers' arrows often hit their own people by mistake, and although the same group wouldn't lose blood, it affected their combat.

The fireball spells I sent out failed to hit their targets as well; he was simply too fast, and the fireballs brushed past him several times.

Ahan had already hit all three of our fighters several times, but they were all healed in time by Jimmy. Soon, Ahan realized that he had to take out the priest who could add blood and detoxify first. With a few accelerating turns, he quickly shook off the three warriors and lunged straight at Jimmy with surprising speed. I was the closest, so I hurriedly stepped forward and raised my shield in front of Jimmy, and in the nick of time, the patriarch finally stepped in.

The patriarch cast the earth magic "Mud", Ahan's feet were instantly plunged into the mud, and his speed was greatly reduced. Even so, he was still strong, ping, I was knocked away by the power of his sword, losing more than 100 blood, Jimmy was also knocked down by my body, but the team members will not cause damage, he was not injured. And with that lag, Tom had caught up and slashed hard, -50.

Ahan had lost his speed advantage and was continuously wounded as the crowd surrounded him, and his counterattacks, while occasionally hitting, posed no threat to us. We had the priests and plenty of blood pills, victory was assured.

Ahan's eyes were starting to go crazy, but his face looked extraordinarily determined, and this scene shook my heart.

Ahan's expression showed that he had no regrets about that choice he made ten years ago! I couldn't help but wonder why I should assume that his choice must be wrong. If he had entered the Gate of Death with his clan in the first place, would it have necessarily been the right thing to do? Would he have gotten the power he dreamed of?

How can a person have hope without intention? To go down the wrong path because of intention, or to stay put because of lack of pursuit, who can say which of these two ways of survival is better?

However, heaven, no, I should say the game mastermind, designed for Ahan's destiny is inherently unfair, so that even if he tries hard, he can't catch up with others, it is the game mastermind that forced him to walk into the door of power. But what about in real life? Aren't there also many people who try hard but still lose repeatedly and end up going astray? Why does the game have to reflect the unfairness of real life in the game as well.

Ahan's body is already full of arrows, but his body controlled by the Demon God doesn't bleed, and his vitality decreases drastically.

Ahan's level, I didn't check, but seeing as he was able to fight for so long against ten of us above level 30 with his wrecked equipment, even using a long sword that he wasn't very good at, I guessed that his strength had reached level 50. I suddenly felt lucky that back then, when nearly 10,000 Sarks entered the altar, only one of them chose the Gate of Power, and it was the weakest one in the clan. If there were multiple Ahan, it was not yet known whether we would have won today, and even if a few of them had repeatedly attacked the crystals that sealed the Bull Head God, I was afraid that the Bull Head God would have long since gotten out of the trap. However, these concerns are actually redundant, these plots are designed by the game host and will not be too difficult, otherwise players will be unhappy.

Ahan finally collapsed with a long whine, it's not that we didn't want to let him live, but he was so crazy that there was no way to kill him without killing him. However, at the moment of his death, I saw a smile on his face ...

Everyone was immersed in sadness, Jimmy and Tom were younger but seemed to feel some kind of human sadness and started to weep, and with that everyone cried.

My eyes were also moist, but I knew that Ahan's death was not the greatest tragedy, the most important thing now was to repair the seal of the Demon God.

But where was the Demon God? He hadn't awakened yet, but what about the ability to control the tens of thousands of monsters outside just now? In any case, this mission wouldn't be so simple!

Just then, I finally realized what was wrong, and that was the sad, depressing aura that had been enveloping this room since just now!

I looked at my companions and was horrified to find that their weeping was becoming more and more uncontrollable, including Leon, a strong man, all of them sitting down on the ground in tears. And in the eyes of the saddest of the patriarchs, it was no longer tears that flowed, but blood!

I suddenly got up, and my heart shook, "What a great bull-headed god, how terrifying!"

Judging from the "breath of death" I felt in the desert just now, the Ox-Headed God was good at controlling the thoughts of living creatures, and must be releasing another kind of "breath" now!

Suddenly, a voice echoed in the air, "Kid, you can actually be unaffected by my 'Breath of Grief', could it be that you are a heartless person?"

Looking along with the voice, the air was composed of faint smoke forming a figure that resembled the bull-headed god on the throne. My heart tightened, "Are you the spirit body of the Bull Head God?"

The voice resounded again, "That's right, although I've only recovered a small portion of my will, it's enough to control these lowly humans. But why aren't you under my control? How strange."

I felt an unprecedented fear, not because of the magic of the bull-headed god, but he reminded me of the Demon King Shirk, the same high intelligence, the same evil, and the same ability to use spiritual magic. How could I not be afraid, I no longer wanted to return to that eternal darkness!

The spirit body of the bull-headed god seemed to sense my fear and suddenly changed its tone, "Young man, it's not easy enough to withstand this little magic of mine, I'll let you go today. Sit on the magic formation on my left and you can leave this place."

My will really faltered at that moment, facing such an impossible opponent, shouldn't I wisely retreat as I did when I faced Shirk?

I tentatively asked, "Can I take my friend with me?"

The figure of the bull-headed god fluctuated slightly, as if I had violated his dignity by daring to make a deal with him, and only after a long time did that voice grunt coldly, "Impossible, but after they die, you can take what they have with them. This is my greatest tolerance, don't you presume to bargain any further, or I can withdraw this decision at any time!"

Suddenly, I looked up to the sky and laughed, "Ox Head God, I was almost bluffed by you. This bit of spirit body you've recovered now can't hurt me at all! You don't have any power other than those magic spells that control people's hearts! And your magic is ineffective against me. Then, let me make you return to the seal!"

I rushed towards the huge crystal, clutching a magic crystal stone in my hand. It occurred to me that the crystal was the crystallization of the life force of hundreds of magicians from the Sark clan, whose magic had sealed the Bullhead God. And the magic power contained within the magic crystal stone was connected to this seal, with it, it could definitely seal that opening!

The Bull Head God's soul let out a furious, frenzied whine, and gathered a ball of purple light in both hands, shooting it towards my head. In an instant, I knew I was wrong, not only could the Bull Head God hurt me, but he was using the same highly concentrated spirit magic as Silas back then!

The speed of the ball of light is too fast, I can no longer dodge ...