The Lord Shelters His Lambs
Ian was naturally unaware of the many thoughts that flashed through Siming's mind in that instant.
Clang! Clang!...
On the field.
The Chains rattled, and suddenly Siming collapsed to the ground, his gray-haired head slamming heavily against the earth. Blood quickly streamed down his forehead, and tears streamed down his face as he pleaded with Ian.
Please forgive my previous offense...
"I am willing to serve you as my master, and I beg you not to kill me..."
Even if I were to survive, I... I wouldn't want to reach that cold, desolate world of death...
This sudden turn of events surprised everyone present.
I never expected that.
The other party would actually do such a thing just to survive.
Ian frowned, glancing at the trembling, prostrate figure of the Siming before him. For a moment, he found the sight of the terrified old man rather uninteresting.
Yuliya, standing to the side, looked shocked when she noticed that Siming had "come back to life".
She couldn't imagine how the other person had managed to do it!
This was beyond her understanding of Nen Abilities.
When she saw the Siming desperately pleading with the boy before her to live, her expression changed slightly.
She couldn't understand how the old man, who could usually handle all sorts of difficult tasks with composure, could show such a fearful attitude in the face of death!
Aimina and Eluna exchanged a glance, their expressions somewhat complicated.
This scene is clearly...
This reminded them once again of their father, Sashado, the glorious and majestic king, who, even he seemed to fear the approach of death...
Between life and death... there is great terror...
On the field.
Ian ignored the others, his smile faded, his expression became calm, and he crouched down, looking calmly at the prostrate Siming on the ground.
Why are you so afraid?
He said calmly.
"Nen user like you must have taken many lives, innocent or not, ordinary people or Nen users..."
"In your long life, I thought you should have been prepared for this long ago..."
Hearing Ian's words.
The other person kept their head down, pounding their fists on the ground, and spoke in a hoarse, trembling voice.
"In the past... my understanding of death was too superficial..."
"It wasn't until you enlightened me and I witnessed death itself that I truly understood how precious life is..."
He clenched his fists so tightly that blood seeped from between his fingers.
He raised his head, his aged face now streaked with tears, filled with regret and fear.
"It was you... who saved me from death..."
"My biggest regret in this life is being your enemy, but my greatest fortune is also meeting you, my lord. Please accept my service; I am willing to offer everything, only asking that you protect me from that desolate world..."
Upon hearing his words, Ian shook his head and chuckled softly.
"You've got a clever plan, trying to gain immortality just by verbally submitting to me..."
It's unclear what this guy saw in the moments before his death.
But...
He wouldn't completely believe what the other person said just because they begged for mercy.
He could overlook the damage he had done to himself in the past, but he would not easily forgive someone who had been his enemy.
However, at that moment...
The prostrate Siming slowly raised his hand, and two icy blue flames appeared at his fingertips. He bit his fingertip, and his blood instantly mixed into the flames, like frozen crystals.
Ian and the others frowned and looked at Eluna.
Eluna, standing to the side, watched the other person with great interest.
After all, this prison is sealed by her [King's Edict: Hundredfold Demon Seal], so ordinary Nen users cannot use their Nen Abilities here, and they cannot even flow Nen.
However, the opponent likely used [Contract and Restriction], and the abilities they displayed were not harmful.
She nodded to Ian.
Ian breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his guard.
Immediately afterwards, he saw Siming crawling up to him, holding two large and one small Ice-Flame Fire, and speaking with utmost respect.
"My lord, your servant, Vollar Sinkia, offers you everything. My power, [Ice-Flame Demonic Fire], is entirely built upon this Demonic Fire. If you are willing to accept it, you can use it as your additional ability, and at the same time, you can easily manipulate my life..."
Ian calmly looked at the two ice-blue flames, one large and one small, floating in front of him.
Within the small flame, a drop of blood, frozen in ice crystals, was hidden.
At this point, it's clear that the Nen Ability of the opponent, Siming... no... it should be Vollar, is Conjuration- type Devil Fruit user.
In a way, it can be considered a gift.
Nen user can add attributes to their Nen are rare. For example, Silva and the future Killua can release electricity, belonging to the lightning attribute. This is not a talent that all Nen users possess.
Even the Nen released by the protagonist, Gon, did not possess any attribute characteristics.
And Vollar in front of us?
He possesses the characteristics of ice, and then he actually manifested these characteristics in a flame.
This is absolutely a brilliant Nen Ability concept!
However, if he had made a mistake, it would have become a foolish joke. Fortunately, Vollar succeeded.
The power of [Ice-Flame Demonic Fire] is considerable.
It possesses the characteristic of continuously penetrating and burning Nen, as well as devastating freezing power...
That is, they are dealing with Ian.
Using the [Time Cloth], they perfectly retraced time.
If it were an ordinary Nen user, very few would be able to successfully escape and resolve this troublesome attack once they were tainted by his Demonic Fire.
His gaze remained fixed on the two flames floating before him.
Ian pondered for a moment. It was clear that the other party was surrendering, and Ian was considering whether he could let them go.
Before that.
It was clear that both Vollar and Yuliya already knew their fate.
Vollar didn't surrender and beg for life from the beginning; as he said, it was after experiencing previous deaths...
The other party most likely realized just how terrifying their item was.
To alter time, to reverse death...
This prompted the other side to choose complete surrender, even to the point of willingly becoming slaves...
In fact.
Ian wasn't against accepting such a defector. The world was already terrible, and someone who understood the greater good and finally found the right guiding light should be supported and encouraged.
His only worry was that his heart wasn't sincere!
But clearly, Vollar's willingness to dedicate everything he has shows considerable sincerity...
As long as it's confirmed that this guy wasn't a wicked or malicious person in the past, keeping him around wouldn't be a problem.
Thinking of this...
Ian's thoughts became much clearer, and he accepted the two flames quite calmly.
"Boom!"
The next moment.
An icy blue flame, like a pattern, was etched onto his right shoulder. Through this flame, he could sense Vollar's presence.
Furthermore, it can be ignited instantly with just a thought!
They have absolute control over the other person's life and death!
Of course, his acquisition of the flame does not mean that the opponent can no longer use the ice flame ability.
He simply handed over all the main flames of the mother flame to Ian, who left him only with secondary flames to control.
After sensing that Ian had accepted the Ice-Flame Demonic Fire.
Tears welled in Vollar's aged face, his expression one of intense emotion. He prostrated himself even more respectfully, as if he were a child praying with his mother to some unknown God.
This time, however, he seemed to have returned to his childhood, displaying extraordinary piety.
"My lord, may you look upon your servant... as the Lord shelters His lamb..."