What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Chapter 303-302- Idealism
Through this series of things he saw and heard, as well as his observations of Nyx, Domi can now be sure of one thing——

The power given to the spokesperson by the Mark of Night is extraordinary.

It is not like other literal powers, such as the 'Shadow Beast', which can strengthen his shadow magic and give him the power to swallow matter.

It is more like an abstract conceptual symbol.

dark night...

He lowered his head and pondered, letting the confident Nyx dance beside him.

Dark night...what does it mean?

He couldn't help but think of the ancient times in his previous life. At that time, there were no lights or fires, and he lived in darkness where he couldn't see his fingers.

Whenever night falls, primitive people can only huddle in narrow caves, relying on the faint moonlight shining at the entrance of the cave, and cautiously explore outside. There are unknown and dangerous mysteries everywhere...

"The mystery of creation is like the darkness of the night - great. The phantom of knowledge is but the morning mist."

Then he thought again of the poem that Nyx had just recited.

He suddenly woke up!
Look at it with a changing perspective.

To the people at that time, the night meant not only the difference between day and night, but also the endless mystery and crisis!

In this way, all the weird things that Nyx showed can be explained, because that is the power given to her by the mark of night!

Mystery, occultism, spiritualism, faith…

He felt that the key point was this 'idealism'. As long as Nyx didn't want to die, who could let her die?

Domi smiled, and at the same time, Nyx's dance music also came to an end.

"clatter--"

The high heels made the last sound on the stone floor, and then he bent down gracefully to caress his chest in front of Domi. Those pupils like endless night met Domi's eyes again. This time he saw more, more unknowns, as if The abyss wants to swallow him up.

"It's embarrassing, but please forgive me, because it has been too long since I met a living person."

Nyx returned to his original dignified appearance:

"Now, you should know the difference between you and me. As long as I'm still here, you can't defeat me, and you can't take the Mark of the Night from my hand."

"Take your lover and pets and leave. I won't embarrass you."

"Oh, that won't work. What I don't like the most is walking away with nothing."

"Really," Nyx sighed, and then a hint of murderous intent appeared on his unchanging face: "In this case, I can only ask you to stay here forever."

However, just when Nyx was about to switch from defense to offense, Domi suddenly spoke:

"The cone of light, its role should be far more than restricting your actions with light."

For some reason, Nicks always felt like he was being stripped naked under Domi's gaze, as if no secret could be hidden from him.

Nyx was not going to say anything, but Domi immediately added:
"If my reasoning is correct, your power comes from the authority given to you by the mark of the gods, but the difference between the 'spokesperson' and me who can directly use the authority is that you must go through some kind of connection to use it."

"Usually it's beliefs or spiritual ideas, and the connection between these abstract concepts must have an entity as a 'medium'. I'm right."

Nyx remained silent, and Domitian suddenly felt pain in his stomach. The thorns covered with spikes were growing crazily inside, and it would not take long before they would break through the stomach wall and enter every part of his body.

When thorns grow in the body, the consequences can be imagined, and even death will not be a good one.

But Domi was also a ruthless person. Under the shocked gaze of Nyx, who opened his mouth slightly, he dug directly into the abdomen with his hand, cut off the surrounding vascular tissue with a small crystal knife, and then removed the entire stomach with thorns. out.

The scene was once very bloody and terrifying.Nyx began to doubt his life. Are you the owner of the villa or am I?Is it something so abstract and scary? !

"You're crazy." She frowned.

"No, I'm not crazy."

His entire stomach was taken out, but there was not much pain on Duomi's face.

The devil's training with Oakes Weezy allowed him to develop an extremely high pain threshold. Small things like missing an organ were as painless and itchy as cutting off a bract.

And this is not cutting off the road ahead.

No, the fourth bishop of the Reformed Church just taught him a lesson and taught him how to use magic to create a magic organ to continue to maintain vitality and combat effectiveness.

His magic power and control are no worse than the fourth bishop, so he can naturally do this kind of thing.

As for converting magic organs into original organs instantly, he is not yet able to do so. He can only leave it to recover naturally after the battle with his newly improved super self-healing ability.

"The cup of scented tea just now was also a 'mystery' created by you, right? It couldn't spread into the blood like a normal liquid, but stayed entirely in my stomach. This is the moment you've been waiting for."

Domi said slowly, removing all of Nyx's layout.

Nyx's face turned completely gloomy:

"I gave you the chance to leave. If you leave, this cup of tea will naturally not take effect. You asked for this."

The more Nyx reacted like this, the more Domi became sure that his inference just now was correct.

This old woman hasn't interacted with a living person for who knows how long, so she probably can't even hide her expression properly.

"The medium is in the mansion, right."

Nyx did not wait for Domi's rebuttal to the previous question, but a secret she had hidden deep in her heart.

Her beauty suddenly turned pale, but by the time she realized it was a lie, it was already too late.

Duomi had already bypassed her with his super high mobility and rushed towards the ancient mansion.

At this moment, Nyx seemed to be going crazy, and kept calling out the thorns, trying to entangle Domi and prevent him from entering.

Under the power of idealism, the flying speed of thorns is simply faster than the speed of light.

But Nyx doesn't know what the speed of light is, so in her mind this is the fastest speed.

Thorny thorns instantly wrapped around Domi's ankle.

"Roar!!"

However, in the next second, the deep blue dragon's breath, as if erupted from an undersea volcano, burned all the thorns.

It was Shia riding the Black Prince to come to support!

But even the dragon's breath couldn't withstand the thorns for long, and Nyx soon gave it the attribute of not being afraid of fire.

Countless thorns rushed out of the sea of ​​​​fire and continued to fly toward Duomi.

"The speed of these thorns... seems to have slowed down?"

On the way to the mansion, Domi looked back and observed this scene.

"Could it be said that Nyx's idealism can only attach one characteristic to a goal..."

(End of this chapter)