Chapter 133 -133-The Night King’s Trump Card: Pain Transfer!

Chapter 133: Chapter133-The Night King’s Trump Card: Pain Transfer!

After saying that,

the old man even stepped aside.

He raised one hand

and made an inviting gesture toward the spatial passage.

"Come."

"Go ahead."

The Night King stared at him.

The old man calmly stared back.

The pressure from both sides had reached a suffocating level.

A moment later—

the Night King suddenly laughed.

At first, it was only a low chuckle.

Then the laughter echoed throughout the entire space.

"Hahahaha!"

"Old fool."

"You fell for it."

The smile on the one-eyed old man’s face slowly disappeared.

The Night King spread his arms.

"Since this king has already decided to wage total war..."

"Did you really think..."

"I would prepare only one spatial passage?"

The old man’s expression changed sharply.

The grin on the Night King’s face became increasingly savage.

"This king’s armies moved out long ago."

"Across the Human Realm..."

"Darkkin banners are already flying everywhere!"

"And this place..."

"Was prepared specifically for you."

"By the time you realize what happened..."

"The Voidwalker will already be dead."

"And the entire Human Realm will be trampled flat!"

The one-eyed old man’s expression darkened completely.

One of the Darkkin’s most terrifying trump cards—

was their mastery of space.

This race had waged war across countless realms for years.

Their development and control of spatial passages far exceeded that of other races.

If the Night King had truly prepared multiple passages in advance...

Then the Human Realm

was probably already engulfed in all-out war!

"Chaos..."

The old man muttered under his breath.

The next second—

he suddenly raised his staff.

"Then I’ll wipe out your side first!"

The sky instantly darkened.

The Night King snapped his head upward.

Above the spatial interlayer—

countless enormous points of fire suddenly appeared!

Meteors!

Dense waves of meteors dragged long trails of flame behind them

as they plunged down from the sky!

[Forbidden Spell — Doomsday Meteorfall!]

BOOM!!!

The first meteor slammed into the Darkkin army.

The earth shattered instantly!

A shockwave swept outward.

Huge numbers of Darkkin were blasted away.

More meteors followed immediately after.

Deafening explosions shook the entire area.

The military formation instantly descended into chaos.

"AAAAAH!"

"Defend!"

"Raise the barriers!"

Screams erupted one after another.

Yet the Night King stood in the middle of the meteor storm.

He didn’t move.

The flames reflected in his crimson eyes.

The next instant—

he suddenly raised a hand

and pointed at the one-eyed old man.

"Pain Transfer."

Buzz!

A dark-red light instantly crossed the space between them

and sank directly into the old man’s chest.

The old man’s expression shifted slightly.

The staff in his hand immediately lit up with purifying radiance.

But the red light seemed to have completely fused with his body.

It didn’t budge at all.

[Pain Transfer]

[Effect: Establish a pain link with the target. Damage suffered by the caster will be transferred to the linked target simultaneously!]

[This effect cannot be removed through conventional evasion, purification, negation, or similar methods!]

[The caster still suffers the original damage!]

Another meteor crashed down from the sky.

BOOM!

It struck the Night King directly on the shoulder!

Flames erupted.

The Night King’s enormous body merely swayed slightly.

At the same time—

the one-eyed old man’s chest jolted violently.

The ground beneath his feet exploded apart.

"Ugh!"

The old man let out a muffled grunt.

A trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

The Night King smiled.

"Keep going."

"Don’t you like dropping meteors on people?"

Another meteor fell.

The Night King raised one hand.

He even stepped forward to meet it.

BOOM—!

Massive damage struck his body.

The old man’s body shook violently in response.

The blood at the corner of his mouth became more obvious.

His expression finally changed.

The Night King’s true body was simply too durable.

The same amount of damage—

was little more than a flesh wound to the Night King.

But once transferred to a human body,

the result was completely different.

The old man cast several purification spells in succession.

Holy Light.

Spatial Severance.

Soul Dispel.

The link remained firmly in place.

Watching him struggle,

the Night King laughed even more freely.

"Useless."

"This is a gift this king prepared especially for you."

"Once the link is established..."

"Unless you enter a state of Absolute Invincibility..."

"You can only endure it."

The Night King raised his hand.

His five fingers slowly clenched.

"The stronger your spells are..."

"The faster you kill yourself."

The old man’s expression turned ugly.

The meteor storm in the sky gradually stopped.

But the Night King had already begun walking forward.

"Why stop?"

"Archmage Merlin."

"Weren’t you quite impressive just now?"

Merlin gripped his staff tightly.

His one remaining eye stared fixedly at the Night King.

The Night King’s grin only became more vicious.

One claw slowly lowered toward his own chest.

"If you won’t attack..."

"Then this king will help you."

Shk!

His black claws tore directly through his own flesh!

Blood sprayed out.

The Night King didn’t even furrow his brow.

Merlin, however—

instantly developed several bloody gashes across his chest.

His body staggered.

The Night King bared his teeth.

"How is it?"

"Feels good, doesn’t it?"

Merlin tried once again to sever the link.

Failed.

[Pain Transfer] had already reached the level of life itself.

The more he struggled,

the darker his expression became.

He understood perfectly well—

if this dragged on,

he would be the first to fall.

The physical strength of the Night King’s true body

was at least ten times greater than his own.

In a battle of exchanging injury for injury—

Merlin had been placed at an absolute disadvantage

the moment the link was established.

The Night King slowly raised his other hand.

He was just about to tear open his own body again—

when suddenly,

the space beside Merlin rippled slightly.

A figure appeared out of thin air.

The Night King’s movement stopped.

His crimson pupils contracted sharply!

Merlin also turned his head immediately.

The newcomer stood slightly hunched.

His hair was completely white.

An old wooden staff supported him in one hand.

His face was covered in wrinkles carved by time.

But the most eye-catching feature—

was the black eyepatch.

He, too, had only one eye remaining.

The Night King looked at Merlin.

Then at the newcomer.

The smile on his face slowly disappeared.

The two old men stood side by side.

Their height.

Their build.

Their faces.

Even the side of their missing eye was almost exactly the same.

As though...

they had been carved from the same mold.

Before the spatial passage—

the two one-eyed old men stood shoulder to shoulder.

The Night King stared at their nearly identical faces, his crimson eyes narrowing slightly.

But the newcomer seemed completely unconcerned by his gaze.

Morgan looked Merlin up and down.

Especially when he noticed the blood at the corner of Merlin’s mouth—

he immediately clicked his tongue in amazement.

"Well, big brother."

"You actually got caught by something?"

Merlin’s old face reddened.

"Cut the crap."

"Help me. We finish this quickly."

Morgan rolled his eyes.

Then even let out a yawn.

"Fine, fine."

"I suppose that’s what I get for you being born two minutes before me—"

BOOM!!!

Before he could finish—

the Night King attacked!

Terrifying dark magic surged in from every direction.

Countless dark-red lights appeared simultaneously in the sky, across the ground, and within the cracks of space.

Demonic spears!

Black flames!

Blood-red lightning!

All of them crashed toward the two old men almost at the same time.

The Night King no longer cared who this newcomer actually was.

A clone.

A twin brother.

Whatever.

If he dared stand in front of the Night King and chat—

then they could die together.