The eye was extraordinarily expressive, like a human eye.
No!
Rather, it was a human eye.
As the eye on the saber's hilt opened, Maltz's left eye disappeared-a hollow pit was all that remained in his deeply sunken socket.
But the next moment, a faded medal appeared over it like an eyepatch.
Not only did it emit a faint glow, but when that light fell on the corpse on the floor, the corpse melted like a burning candle.
It turned into thick wax, which the heavy matchlock and broad-bladed military saber absorbed.
Then an even purer power surged into Maltz's body through the heavy matchlock and broad-bladed military saber.
His aging body not only regained its vitality, but grew stronger as well.
At the same time, a low voice sounded in Maltz's mind-
"Can you feel it?
This is my power!
Submit to me!
And I will give you even more power!"
At those words, Maltz's expression shifted slightly.
An Evil Spirit?
Or an Evil Entity?
Just as these guesses crossed Maltz's mind, the scenery before the Old Chief's eyes changed.
He found himself in a pitch-black wasteland.
An icy wind blew against his body, making every joint feel frozen stiff. The breath from his mouth turned into sharp ice crystals the instant it appeared, falling like scattered grains.
Then the wind grew stronger!
Maltz had to muster every ounce of strength just to remain standing.
But standing was all he could manage.
Moving was practically impossible.
And with that bitter wind, small stones were swept up and hurled against Maltz's body.
Smack, smack, smack!
Amid a string of sharp impacts, Maltz was knocked straight to the ground.
Yet the Old Chief's face remained utterly calm.
First comes suffering.
Then comes salvation?
In truth, it's all a con.
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