Chapter 630: Prometheus’ Heir
The puppet’s horror rapidly deepened as the cracks spread to his arm, then his shoulder like a rampant disease. With each one added, he felt his host’s life force plummet, the muscles wither, and the bones turn into drifting ashes.
He tried to shake free of Adam’s grasp, but moving only deteriorated his state faster and made the boy’s smirk widen.
Even worse, he knew they were unshakable despite his weakened state. Energy kept them glued and with Adam’s unbreakable bones, his only option was to vaporise them. But no matter how much he tried, demonic flames refused to erupt. That disgusting sword strapped between their arms sealed them!
He clenched his beak, fury burning in his eyes. Would he, an artefact born to sow destruction and misery, lose in such a humiliating way, while enduring that monster’s scornful smirk? No! He wouldn’t accept it, not against a brat.
The corner of his lips curled subtly. As monstrous as he was, Adam remained a young human. Better. He had tried to reason with his host until the very last moment.
He muffled the sneer scratching at his throat as his owl’s features receded. His ashen skin took a deathly pale sheen as his voice shifted to Ye Feng’s.
"W-Wait!" He stuttered, fake desperation and a sliver of hope twisting his face. "The puppet surrenders. I know I sinned, but p... please don’t kill me. For our shared origins, in Prometheus’ memory."
How was that? He had listened to everything, and there was no way Adam would continue. Instead, he expected to see him hesitate, to feel his grip loosen. And that was when he would strike.
"Don’t listen!" The emperor roared, his face flushed. Finally, his nemesis would die, so how could he allow the puppet to deceive Adam? "Kill him when you still can!"