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Chapter 1912: 536 Avoiding Good Luck, Seeking Misfortune_2 “During this time, I’ll also take the opportunity to warn her that your power has grown beyond the range she can control—I suspect Glacia doesn’t even know you can extend your power so far from the manor, does she?” “What do you think the ever-suspicious her will do after learning this point?” “I can escape.” “But what about you?” “Where can you escape to?” Matthew mocked mercilessly, without regard for the feelings of Barthor’s Skull. The latter, angered and humiliated, tried to rush forward and start a fight. The result was a swift slap back by Matthew’s Pale Hand! The terrifying negative energy rampaged through the cave. Under the Suppression of that ghastly giant hand, the mud demon almost triggered an instant death check and died on the spot from sudden death! “Glacia won’t believe what you say!” The mud demon howled hysterically. Matthew couldn’t help but give the other party another slap, then asked coldly, “Why not give it a try?” The mud demon struggled in place for a moment, eventually retreating into the wall, far away from the Pale Hand, not as tough-talking as before. “You and I both know perfectly well, Glacia wants a ‘Barthor’ who can never be resurrected, never independent, never cause her any substantive impact!” “Once things get out of control, even if you are a later-born independent will, she won’t turn a blind eye to you.” “You must realize the reality, for me, Glacia is just an ordinary enemy; For you, she is a creature even more terrifying in this world!” At this moment, Matthew’s voice was extremely penetrating, and every word struck deeply into the heart of the mud demon. The latter did not rebut for a long time. After a while, it shamefully extended a head out of the rock wall: “Hehehe…” “I admit there is some truth in what you say.” “I think we should cooperate, there’s no need for such hostility…” However, before it could finish speaking, The head of the mud demon suddenly detached from its neck and lunged at Matthew with lightning speed! In an instant, All the muddy exterior quickly fell away, Revealing to Matthew a highly deformed white skull with five small holes on top and a conspicuously smaller size! Inside the skull, A wisp of pale spirituality was flickering! “You are mine now!” That panting voice rang in Matthew’s ear. … ‘Warning: Barthor’s Skull is attempting to seize your body!’ … Looking at the pale skull suspended in front of his nose, A trace of incredulity flashed through Matthew’s eyes— He wasn’t surprised by the sudden attempt at possession, But marveled at the audacity of the fellow! No pretense, going straight for possession, had it gone mad? At that moment, Matthew felt only a very slight sense of threat, and it vanished in an instant! The next second, The void imprint within Matthew’s body automatically ignited. From within Barthor’s Skull, an extremely miserable wail emerged: “Ah—!” “Power of Void, Yurkus… is this your forbidden feast?” “I, I won’t accept this!” Amidst the wailing, Matthew’s eyes lit up with two streams of ash-grey light, and at the same time, he whispered complex and obscure incantations under his breath— ‘Alluring Gaze’ + ‘Soul Annihilation’! In less than two seconds, He completely extinguished the spirituality that had been ignited by the Power of Void! From then on, The independent will that was harbored within the mud demon and Barthor’s Skull vanished into thin air. The grey-white skull fell to the ground, And was steadily caught in the palm of Matthew’s hand. “This is Barthor’s skull?” “Isn’t it a bit too miniature?” “This thing doesn’t even look like the skull of a little devil, more like that of goblins or dwarves or something…” Matthew examined the skull in his hand, his eyes filled with uncertainty. Seeing that the conflict had come to a section, Mrs. Wolf leaped out from the shadows nearby. She sized up the skull carefully with her twinkling big eyes, her tone not lacking in amazement: “So the legend is true.” “I’ve heard that the Lord of the Nine Hells, Barthor, was initially just a lucky Purgatory Goblin.” “It was only because he was lucky enough that, through a series of coincidences, he obtained resources and adventures beyond what others could imagine, eventually earning the recognition of Blood River Will and becoming the Lord of the Nine Hells.” Matthew turned his head to look at her: “Who did you hear it from?” Mrs. Wolf was startled for a moment, then said sheepishly: “Sorry, I forgot.” “There are some pieces of knowledge in my memory that have no source; they seem to have been instilled in me during my slumber, and I’ve always suspected they come from my teacher, but I can’t confirm it.” Matthew nodded thoughtfully: “When your teacher mentioned Barthor, what else did they say?” Mrs. Wolf thought for a moment: “He also said, for most people, choice is greater than effort, and luck trumps everything.” “Barthor is not only the luckiest creature in Purgatory but also in the Multiverse, none other.” “If it weren’t for the God of Luck, Barthor might very well have obtained the Power of Domain of the God of Luck.” “Hmm, that’s about it.” After listening, Matthew couldn’t help but ask: “Since Barthor is the luckiest creature in the Multiverse, with none other, does that mean that the God of Luck who obtained the God Thrones of Luck is luckier than Barthor?” Mrs. Wolf was suddenly stumped. She furrowed her brow in deep thought, soon biting her ripe, red lips more and more tightly.