Just call me Thor - Chapter 142

Chapter 142: You really believed the ten minutes?
Michael looked like a beast provoked, his hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, staring intently at Mike. Suddenly, he burst into laughter.

“You killed Terenas’s son. What does that have to do with me?”

With that, Michael took several steps back, returning to the center of the circle, sitting cross-legged again.

“Let me guess, Mike, you must have some kind of buff that gives you extremely high lightning damage.”

Michael crossed his hands, interlocking his fingers.

“That buff must have a time limit. If I don’t step out now, your buff should soon expire.”

Instantly killing a level 899 peak Battle Chief, Thor’s lightning burst was indeed shocking. However, considering he was a potential Supreme Being, it seemed almost normal.

In his previous life as Terenas, Michael knew many secrets and was well-versed in the stories of Supreme Beings’ rise. At least during the same period, Ares could do what Thor did!

Having been killed once and using [Back from Hell] to revive, Michael paid a heavy price. His level dropped by 100, his body entered a weakened state, and all his attributes were significantly reduced…

If he stepped out of the circle now, Michael might be able to trade one life for one with Thor, but only just that.

He had one life left. But who knew how many lives Thor had?! A bit of thinking would reveal that stepping out was a death sentence!

Listening to Michael’s analysis, Mike glanced at his Charge Up, which had already stacked several layers. A slight smile appeared on his lips.

Michael’s thoughts were indeed correct; Mike’s Blessing of Lightning was about to expire, meaning he couldn’t instantly kill Michael again. However, with [Wind Fury] and Lightning Specialization, Charge Up would quickly max out. If Michael continued to stall, it would only benefit Mike.

“I will never step out of this circle.”

Michael pointed to the edge of the circle, “For someone like me, who clings to life, living ten more minutes is worth it.”

The battle between Apollo, Shadow Nine, and the Fourth Demon God would take ten minutes to decide. [Back from Hell]’s invincibility also lasted ten minutes.

Michael even took out a bottle of red wine, savoring the last moments of his life.

After the taunt, Mike distanced himself from Michael. Since the other party wouldn’t come out, Mike would settle for protecting himself. Killing Michael would be ideal. Even if he couldn’t, Shadow Nine and Apollo had a good chance against the Fourth Demon God.

Michael sipped his wine, swaying slightly, looking very content. In reality, the old face appeared before him again.

Terenas Bloodscribe roared in fury, his sinister face bulging with veins like writhing snakes,

“Kill him! Kill him!”

“My son died at his hands, and I died because of him. Now your mortal enemy is right in front of you. What are you hesitating for? Kill! Kill! Kill!”

“He’s only level 108. Even if you’re a level 799 weakling, you can kill him!”

This was one of the downsides of his mental illness. While the brain could make rational judgments, not every personality could be rational. Clearly, the lingering spirit of Terenas had fallen for the crude provocation, clamoring to go out and die.

Michael, annoyed by Terenas Bloodscribe’s incessant shouting, growled,

“Shut up, you old bastard!”

Swish—

Three pairs of eyes fell on Michael.

Apollo, Shadow Nine, and the Fourth Demon God glared at him: Say that again, we dare you.

To offend three powerful beings with one sentence, this level of provocation was something Mike couldn’t match.

Michael, oblivious to the situation, continued his monologue, “You have the nerve to mention your useless son. Back then, with just one sentence, he made you, a merits Battle Chief, abandon your faith and join the demon cult, never to return…”

A merits Battle Chief was a title of honor. Besides accumulating battle merits, there were many stringent conditions to meet. Mike was curious. What exactly did Arthas say to make Terenas abandon his faith and join the demon cult?

“When I was reborn and found myself in the demon cult, do you know how desperate I was? I fucking wanted to be a good person too! Only good people can survive! Did you give me a chance?”

Michael cursed vehemently, “You think I’d risk my life to avenge your son? Dream on! If your son appeared before me, I’d be the first to cut him down!”

In Michael’s vision, he was cursing Terenas Bloodscribe. In Mike’s vision, Michael was going mad.

“Is this the legendary ‘so mad you curse yourself’?”

Mike kept his distance, all his life-saving items in a semi-activated state, ready at any moment. However, as he looked at Michael within the circle, he pondered.

Regardless of who won, staying put wouldn’t end well for Michael. To the Fourth Demon God, Michael was expendable. There was no need to expend effort to take him away; he’d likely be left to fend for himself. And once Shadow Nine was free, the first thing he’d do was kill Michael. Shadow Nine always considered not killing Terenas Bloodscribe in one strike a disgrace.

But the Michael didn’t look utterly hopeless or desperate. In other words, Michael believed he still had a slim chance of survival. In a situation where death seemed certain, where was this hope coming from?

A name surfaced in Mike’s mind.

“Apollo!”

Michael was pinning his hopes of survival on the human Supreme Being, Apollo? Though it seemed absurd, it was the only explanation.

Mike glanced at the time.

“Eight minutes left until the battle over there is decided.”

Everyone had heard Apollo’s earlier statement of “ten minutes,” including Mike. When he heard it, Mike had a thought, considering a certain possibility.

Michael savored his wine, awaiting his final judgment. Life or death depended on what Apollo had in mind.

Michael knew no one could truly understand what Supreme Being Apollo was thinking, not even Apollo’s master, Shadow Nine.

If it were any other Supreme Being, Michael knew he wouldn’t have the slightest chance of survival.

“No worries, just over seven minutes left…”

As Michael counted down his remaining time, the white cloud suddenly gathered, completely enveloping the demonic eye at the center. The thin black mist also withdrew, stopping its slashes, panting heavily on the side.

“What’s happening?!”

Michael was dumbfounded, unable to comprehend the sudden change. Wasn’t it supposed to be ten minutes? How did it end so quickly?

“Idiot.”

Standing at a distance, Mike wasn’t surprised by the turn of events. He even had the leisure to mock, “You really believed the ten minutes? So gullible?”

Michael: …

Damn it! Even Supreme Beings can be this shameless!