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Chapter 933: Save Me Dark Magus
Chapter 933: Save Me Dark Magus
The moment Raze arrived at the Neverfall Clan base, his mind was going wild, thinking about what the relationship between the clan and the Dark Faction founder could be.
Warriors were a strange group of people to Raze, with values quite different from those in Pagna, and for Belil, he was an even stranger person.
While thinking these things, he was unaware of what was about to happen. Looking ahead in a daydream, he saw it-he saw one of the brothers, Fing, push Brack over the edge.
A normal warrior wouldn't survive a fall from such a height, but this wasn't just a cliffside; this was the Abyssal Mountain, where extremely high temperatures were felt toward the bottom.
"Ha, ha, ha! Did you see his face?" Fing said, pointing toward the hole.
Right after, he felt a large gust of wind blowing his hair, and he saw a man with white hair jump right into the abyss.
Raze was falling down, but he could see Brack ahead of him. As he was falling deeper, his body was avoiding the large chains that hung from the hole in the base, allowing people to go from one area to the next.
"I need to get closer!" Raze activated the magic around his hands, propelling himself
forward, pushing him further down, but he could see that they would reach the bottom at any moment.
Swinging both of his hands, just as Brack's back was about to hit the floor, a cushion of wind hit him, breaking his fall, but he still crashed onto the ground, and blood gushed out of his mouth from the impact.
Raze landed right after, swiftly, and stood there, looking at Brack.
"Because if he fell and survived, he'd get stronger. Can't you feel the energy seeping into him? He'll be a middle-stage warrior after this," Fing said. "He'll be thankful."
However, Raze knew if he had done nothing, if he hadn't helped Brack, then he would have fallen to his death. Were these two any different from Sha Mo, who also wished to get rid of Brack?
Why was Brack always the one on the short end of the stick?
"He could have died," Raze said.
"And then that would have been his fate," Han added. "The strong survive, the weak die. He is just another warrior." Fing felt like it would be entertaining to see what would happen, which is why he acted.
"Is there a problem with this?"
Out of the two, Raze thought that Fing was the wild one and Han the sensible one, but he realized now, after talking to the two of them for a while, they were both crazy.
"So the strong make the rules. So if I just decided to kill you now... you'd have no problem with that?" Raze asked.
"The weak die, that's all, the strong make the rules in this world and this is the law of the Demonic Faction."
Raze started to laugh. Is that why his friend died then? Is that why his wife had perished? Just because they were weak? Just because people were weak, did they deserve to die... even if they brought no harm, only care, into this world?
Raze's heart was beating intensely, but he was distracted as he heard doors swing wide open, and a heat wave seemed to come out, hitting him on his face from the side.
The man in question, with long straight combed-over hair flowing down his back, was Belil. He walked out of the room and was now on the floor with the others, observing the situation. "He should be fine," Belil said. "He will live, and the energy here will allow him to reach the middle stage. Keep your anger inside you."
"Besides, you might need your energy; after all, the two of us need to talk, Mage." Belil said.