SFS Chapter 1199 There's a game in the elixir, who is the player?
Chapter 1199 There's a game in the elixir, who is the player?
That chilling divine storm deflated instantly the moment it touched Loki's fingertips, like a punctured balloon.
"It's noisy."
Loki snapped his fingers, looking utterly bored.
The terrifying pressure in the air seemed to be trying to break through the mortal body.
The dark golden light that had just appeared in Si Xiaonan's eyes vanished with that crisp snap of her fingers.
That absolute rule that controls everything forcefully erased the "miracle" that had just occurred.
Before Si Xiaonan could even assume an attack stance, she was thrown back onto the cold, hard ground like a kite with a broken string.
"boom."
The dull thud of the knee hitting the sacred stone was enough to make your teeth ache.
"These are what they call fangs?" Loki shook his head, his smile tinged with disappointment.
"It seems that this so-called elixir of immortality, if given to a mortal rat, will only cause it to overeat and not bring any additional benefits."
He didn't give Si Xiaonan a chance to catch her breath.
With a thought, dozens of jet-black wisps of mist suddenly shot out from the shadows of the main hall.
It condensed into a slippery, cold black snake in mid-air, instantly coiling around Xiao Nan's limbs and torso.
"hiss--"
The black snake tightened, suspending her in mid-air in a "T" shape.
The tightly bound snake's body dug into the flesh, emitting a creaking sound as its bones could no longer bear the weight.
Loki sat back on his high throne, propping his cheek up with one hand.
Those eyes, as deep as an abyss, casually scanned their prey.
Waiting for that expected scene—bursting into tears, or hysterical cursing.
However, the main hall was eerily quiet.
The girl, hanging in mid-air with her hair disheveled, did not struggle.
She slowly raised her head.
His facial features, which had been contorted in excruciating pain, now strangely relaxed.
Where was the trace of fear and despair from when he swallowed the pill in those eyes that always held a hint of cunning?
She is laughing.
It wasn't the kind of bitter, death-defying smile, but rather the extremely calm smile of a hunter watching his prey step into the trap.
The curve of that smile was like a cold, sharp knife.
Without warning, it shattered Loki's absolute sense of control within the hall.
Loki's fingers, which were supporting his cheek, paused slightly.
A strange sense of unease, like a tiny thorn, pierced his keen intuition.
why?
Why could she still show that expression in this seemingly hopeless situation?
Could it be a mental breakdown due to excessive despair?
No, that's not right.
Loki's smile faded, and he instinctively tried to stand up.
Go check out this toy that suddenly seems a bit "unfamiliar".
Just as he exerted force from his waist.
"puff--!!!"
A sudden, unprovoked, metallic sweetness surged up his throat, and Loki didn't even have time to suppress it.
With a single spit, a large spray of eerie green liquid gushed out, splashing onto the golden armrests of the throne, producing a sickeningly corrosive "sizzling" sound.
That is divine blood.
But at this moment, this divine blood, which symbolizes supreme divine authority, exudes a nauseating, deathly aura.
"Cough cough...cough!"
Loki covered his mouth in disbelief, and more eerie green blood spilled wildly through his fingers.
He was horrified to discover that the divine power within him, which had originally been like a vast ocean,
At this moment, it was as if the snow had encountered the scorching sun, melting and disintegrating at an alarming rate.
It felt as if my internal organs were being torn apart by countless rusty saws at the same time.
The excruciating pain did not originate from the body, but from the collapse of the soul.
"What's this……"
Loki's legs buckled, and he stumbled and fell to the ground in front of the throne.
He raised his hand, trembling, and looked at the shocking green blood in his palm.
His pupils trembled violently, and his gaze instantly shifted from initial confusion to rage.
"What...what did you do?!"
With his roar, the entire golden palace shook violently.
The dome overhead cracked open with countless fissures, as if the wrath of this god of mischief was about to drag the entire world down with him.
Suspended in mid-air, Si Xiaonan calmly gazed at the disheveled god below her.
"Pooh."
She lightly touched the roof of her mouth with the tip of her tongue, and a tiny silver dot was pushed out from between her teeth and then gently spat to the ground.
"Ding."
It was a silver needle as thin as a cow's hair, its tip gleaming with an eerie blackness, making a crisp clanging sound in the deathly silent hall.
That is the [Ghostly Guidance].
In the medical tradition of the Great Xia Dynasty, there are deadly weapons that can save people from the brink of death, and can also conceal poison invisibly.
"What do you think I'm acting? Despair? Swallowing pills?"
Si Xiaonan's voice wasn't loud, and it sounded somewhat hoarse due to her damaged throat.
But within this crumbling temple, it was as clear as a thunderclap.
"The character I play is a fool who makes you lower all your guard and think you're in control of everything."
She looked at Loki's handsome face, contorted with pain and rage, and the mocking smile on her lips deepened.
"You're too arrogant, Loki."
"You're certain I'm on the first floor, thinking you're on the fifth."
"When you shoved those two 'poison pills' into my mouth, did you feel confident of victory?"
"But you've forgotten that true magic often lies not in the magician's hands, but in the eyes of the audience."
Si Xiaonan lowered her eyes slightly, looking at the silver needle on the ground, her gaze as cold as a knife:
"When you used your divine power to forcibly pry open my mouth, the instant your fingers touched my tongue... the 'Divine Demise' hidden in the needle's eye,"
"It has already flowed along your fingertips, melted into your flesh and blood, and seeped into your divinity."
Loki's body stiffened abruptly; he stared intently at the silver needle.
The image of that moment flashed through her mind—he was pinching her chin, and her fingers did feel a little dampness at that moment.
But he thought it was saliva of fear.
"You've never won."
Si Xiaonan spoke softly, her tone as if she were pronouncing the death sentence of a prisoner.
"From the moment you decided to feed me that pill yourself, you were already a dead man."
The moment the words fell.
Loki's pupils, which had been struggling frantically, suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, turning into a dense, impenetrable black death...