Just the calling of a name, yet it was like an invisible shackle, causing the furiously surging Mammoth ice skull phantom in the sky to suddenly freeze!
The condensed ice breath was stuck in his mouth, the eerie blue soul fire pulsed violently, filled with the anger of being forcibly interrupted and a hint of unconcealed panic.
"Are you willing to surrender?" Lin Mo's voice remained calm, as if stating an irrelevant fact.
Surrender? He, the Mammoth Loa Matos, surrender to a dragon of unknown origin? Absurd! But… perhaps this was the only way to survive?
The instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed divine dignity.
As long as he could live, what was temporary humiliation?
He frantically weighed his options in his mind: given his status, even if he surrendered, the other party would surely need his power to control believers, and he might even gain the protection of a stronger existence…
The soul fire of Matos's phantom flickered rapidly, and a humble thought instantly formed, carrying naked flattery and urgency, transforming into a mental message:
"Your… Your Excellency! I… I am willing to offer my guard! These thousand most elite warriors below! Their souls, their flesh, all belong to Your Excellency! I only ask… only ask that you allow me to bring… no, only me! To continue serving by your side!"
His intent pointed to the Matos Guard below, frozen in fear, as if sacrificing lambs to survive.
The entire battlefield fell into a deathly silence.
Ital'ruk's remnants, Frost Howl warriors, and even Hamur, were stunned by this loa deity's sudden, naked betrayal.
Sacrifice his own guard? Sacrifice his most loyal believers?
Hamur felt a chill rise from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, even more intense than Matos's extreme cold breath!
The wound on his arm, used for sacrificing to the deity, seemed to be torn open again by an invisible blade, and hot blood gushed out once more.
The deity he had summoned by sacrificing his life and dignity was now begging for mercy, even unhesitatingly using his most loyal guards, who fought in his name, as sacrifices for his own survival!
This shattered Hamur's foundation of faith more thoroughly than any attack from an alien god.
"Clang!"
The ritual dagger slipped from his hand, clattering onto the rock.
The runic light symbolizing the connection with the deity instantly dimmed like a candle in the wind, leaving only cold despair and a sense of being utterly fooled.
Lin Mo's gaze didn't even glance at the trembling guard below.
His deep dragon eyes remained fixed on Matos's phantom, as if the other party's suggestion was merely a trivial joke.
"Very good." Lin Mo's voice remained calm and unruffled, with a hint of laziness, yet it caused the hope in Matos's soul fire to surge.
However, the next sentence instantly plunged him into an icy abyss of despair:
"You have made your choice."
Choice? What choice? The choice to offer the guard? Or… the choice to resist?
Did he agree? Matos's mind instantly froze.
He had offered the most precious sacrifice, even expressed his submission, so why hadn't the other party's attitude softened in the slightest?
The cold meaning beneath that calm statement was even more pronounced than before!
He felt a complete, insurmountable chasm—the other party disdained to accept his "service" at all!
He didn't know that if he hadn't chosen to abandon his believers, but had shown more backbone, Lin Mo might have actually accepted his surrender.
But it was too late now.
That phrase, "You have made your choice," declared his end—his previous struggles and fawning were nothing but dust in the other party's eyes.
A massive sense of humiliation, of being utterly ignored and toyed with, mixed with the ultimate fear of "not surviving even after sacrifice," instantly filled Matos's core consciousness like cold venom.
He misunderstood Lin Mo's meaning, thinking that the other party didn't want the guard at all, nor his submission! What the other party wanted… was his everything!
It was to completely erase his existence!
Surrender? Sacrifice? Just his wishful thinking!
Despair instantly ignited the last shred of reason in his heart!
Since humble survival was hopeless, then he would perish together!
He was a loa!
A deity who commanded ice and immense power! How could he be silently crushed like an ant?!
Hope was shattered; only by fighting to the death could he survive!
"Roar!"
The Matos phantom in the sky erupted in a soul-shattering roar of fury!
The eerie blue soul fire no longer merely pulsed, but completely transformed into a sky-burning, vengeful inferno!
The stuck ice breath not only didn't dissipate but, under extreme rage, fused with Matos's power, which was almost burning its origin, turning into a torrent of extreme cold annihilation, over ten meters in diameter, radiating an absolute zero aura!
This was no longer an attack, but his desperate cry of destruction!
With the fury of being utterly humiliated and the madness of being driven to a dead end, it erupted towards Lin Mo in the sky with world-destroying force!
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