Chapter 1571: 433 Headless Horseman and Yeager Blade_4

However, Vampire Moson himself was not very satisfied.

He spoke with a hint of regret:

“If it had been before I reincarnated, I could have done better…”

“Even if you wanted a hot spring inn or a luxurious villa, I could have easily created it for you, plus a few designated Race maids or manservants… Such a pity.”

Vampire Moson sighed deeply.

He seemed to fall into a brief moment of melancholy.

Matthew patted his shoulder, then curiously crawled into the tent to check out its contents and setup.

Overall.

The campsite created by the God of Travelers was quite impressive.

Even the usually critical Sener and Jassiliven had nothing to complain about.

The sky had completely darkened.

The group sat around the campfire, chatted for a while, and then one by one, they returned to their tents to rest.

Soon.

Only Matthew was left by the campfire.

Although the God of Travelers’ barrier had invisibility, detection, and alarm functions,

Matthew still felt uneasy after thinking it over.

He stood up.

Wanting to set up a few more alarm spells near the barrier,

But at that moment,

He suddenly felt that sensation of being watched again!

Matthew swiftly turned around.

It was the Headless Horseman again!

Unlike last time where he stood far away,

This time,

He and his old horse were standing right at the entrance of Matthew’s tent!

Immediately after,

Matthew noticed an even stranger detail—

The voices and breaths of the others had all vanished!

The entire campsite was eerily empty.

It seemed as if only he and the Headless Horseman, along with that horse, were left!

Matthew took a deep breath.

He tentatively asked,

“Who are you, sir?”

The Headless Horseman’s voice was low as he replied:

“Who am I?”

“I don’t know…”

“But do you know who you are?”

Matthew frowned, he was just about to say something when the scenery around him suddenly began to change at a visible pace—

The tent was overturned by the wild wind blowing in from outside;

The campfire burned fiercely and then suddenly exploded, numerous sparks passing through Matthew’s body without him feeling anything!

The campsite gradually disappeared from sight.

Matthew looked around.

This was a vast palace, with deep darkness engulfing the distant details; he could only see the space nearby!

He saw gold pillars engraved with mysterious totems and texts!

And behind two of the gold pillars,

Was a throne penetrated by countless gold swords!

A vague figure sat on the throne.

Matthew could not see clearly.

At that moment,

The Headless Horseman next to him suddenly bent over, his hands pretending to hold a non-existent head, and let out a hysterical roar:

“Who am I really?”

“Where do I come from?”

“What did I see before I descended?”

The Headless Horseman’s voice echoed in the palace for a long time.

Matthew took a step forward.

The Headless Horseman suddenly shouted:

“Don’t come any closer!”

“It’s dangerous!”

“It’s too late now, there’s no chance left, no chance anymore…”

“The lifeline of the next Epoch has already been written, setting up the next Epoch is too late now, why me? Why me?”

“Why should I bear such a responsibility?”

“Destruction! Destruction! Destruction!”

The Headless Horseman’s voice became increasingly agonized.

For some reason, Matthew didn’t feel scared when he heard his voice, instead, he felt pity for him.

He instinctively wanted to reach out and touch the Headless Horseman’s shoulder.

But at that moment,

His body was suddenly, involuntarily pulled forward—

Whoosh!

Matthew watched as he and “Headless Horseman” fused into one!

Immediately after,

He blinked and appeared before the throne.

There was actually no one on the throne.

What was placed there was a mirror!

Through that mirror,

He then saw his own reflection—headless, only an armor remained, with drops of black liquid dripping down from the armor.

He felt his breathing become exceptionally heavy.

Each heartbeat felt exhausting.

The image in the mirror suddenly disappeared.

Immediately after,

A somewhat familiar voice came from inside, in the image, a man stood with his back towards the edge of darkness.

The place he stood was a palace very similar to the one beside Matthew.

The man shouted loudly:

“You must be tired too, right?”

“You don’t know who you are, where you come from, nor where you are headed!”

“You proclaim yourself a prophet, yet others declare you a madman!”

“You firmly believed you were a prophet; you saw the destruction of the world!

You saw the Earth crumbling, the seas flooding backwards, gods howling miserably as if devoured by a great fire!

But damn it, that’s ten thousand years from now!

Even if some believe what you said is true, what does it matter?

They say, ‘If a man lives to be a hundred, why should he care about ten thousand years?’

Let the world be destroyed if it must be destroyed, why should saviors feel righteous?

From the ruins, new sprouts twitch, life and death are meant to reincarnate; what in this world is eternal?

And you, you who stole time, are the greatest sinner!

Why not let go and let it happen!

You despicable, filthy, shameless clown!!!

Ha…

A clown?

Since then, I no longer advise the people of this world.

Instead of saving,

better to coldly observe.

I will witness that scene happening.

It must be a beauty unseen in the mundane world…

dusk.”

If at the beginning it was but a forceful recitation,

then the last section,

was nothing less than a highly exaggerated yet touching dramatic performance.

A tone and intonation like that,

Matthew had only ever encountered them at a theater play about the Plague King in Marsh Water City.

He had a strong sense of déjà vu.

The next second,

the man who was turned away from him slowly turned around and smiled in his direction.

“Lorraine?”

Matthew’s eyes widened in disbelief.

But it quickly dawned on him that this person was not Lorraine.

Though he bore a striking resemblance to Lorraine,

there were many differences, and their temperaments also varied significantly.

“Well played, bard, what reward do you seek?”

Another rich voice came from the mirror.

Matthew suddenly noticed.

From the perspective of the mirror, the Observer seemed to be sitting upon a throne.

And the scene reflected in the mirror was almost identical to his side,

except that the characters were different!

“Honorable Lord Yeager, I wish for a section of Fate Bamboo.”

The bard, resembling Lorraine, humbly replied.

“Fate Bamboo? You’re too greedy,”

said the man on the throne, seemingly displeased:

“Choose something else.”

The bard, though polite, was firm in his demands:

“I only want a section of Fate Bamboo, nothing else.”

The man on the throne was silent for a moment.

Then, he coldly declared:

“Fine.”

“You will get some Fate Bamboo.”

“But only after I am dead, that is the oracle, also the contract you made with the Scar of the Dead.”

“Now, you can go.”

The bard nodded slightly, respectfully, and departed.

The opposing figure had not yet completely blended into the shadows,

when the man on the throne sneered:

“Poet God?”

“What divine title nonsense…”

The bard disappeared into the shadows completely,

but his voice still drifted from afar:

“To correct you, Lord Yeager, it’s dusk and the Poet God.”

“There’s no high or low in divine titles; in fact, I rather like my current divine title, it’s much more interesting than death, heh heh…”

The man on the throne didn’t make a sound.

A while later,

he suddenly murmured to himself:

“Mabarron’s birthday is coming up soon, what gift should I give him?”

Before he finished speaking,

the mirror before Matthew suddenly shattered.

The surrounding scene dissipated rapidly.

In that moment,

he only felt a profound sense of loss, filled with emptiness.

He reached out his hand trying to grasp something, then suddenly felt a sharp pain in his palm.

Matthew lowered his head,

and discovered a small knife in his hand.

The knife was entirely made of gold, soft to the touch and had a pleasant texture.

The back of the knife bore an extremely small inscription.

Matthew strained his eyes to barely make it out—

“I love you as I love myself.

Yeager.”

…

“Hint: You have obtained an item of Death God Yeager, the ‘Yeager Blade.’

Yeager Blade: A key to the Eternal Dead Area…”

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