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"sorry……"

"He...what did he say?"

Faced with Horason's sudden change, everyone was scratching their heads and became more vigilant, fearing that it was a lie trap.

I held the wooden sign high, my head sweating, meaning "Alexander".

Could this script be any more familiar?

"I'm sorry, everyone. After waiting for thousands of years, humans have finally arrived. I think it's time to complete my final mission."

Wiping the tears on his face, Horason took a step forward and spoke to us sincerely. The sincerity in his eyes was something that even the best actor would be hard-pressed to achieve.

"You guys, you are so surprised, what do you want to play?" Everyone shouted in surprise at Horasson's huge change.

"Don't panic, don't be confused, human being, I am the real Horasan."

"Bah, you told us not to panic and doubt, why don't we not panic and doubt? This guy is becoming more and more suspicious." Tulakov held his Titan's Blade with a sarcastic look on his face, which looked like a

Red-eyed bull ready to charge.

Sa Qilijia carefully noticed the hidden meaning of the sentence just now: "What does it mean that you are the real Horasen? Can you explain it more clearly?"

"Of course. I still have something to ask for your help." Wiping away the tears on his face, Horason showed a mature and bright smile. In an instant, he was as handsome and dazzling as the sun, blinding the eyes of a group of us men.

.

My king, please don’t be fooled. Men are not... No, handsome guys are not good.

I secretly glanced at Artoria and breathed a sigh of relief when I found that her expression was normal.

It's decided. If the fight starts later, I'll focus all my firepower on his face.

"Actually, the me you saw just now is another me. It's simple because my personality has split. I have become a me with two independent conscious personalities."

Seeing that we were all quiet (actually because he was blinded and didn't react), Horasson said slowly. His tone was calm. This incredible thing was like he was talking about another person instead of himself. He didn't show any signs of it.

Emotional fluctuations.

As he spoke, he gently touched the mask he took off in his hand, and continued: "Back then, I persuaded the teacher not to use the soul stone. When I was tricked by the angel clan, the seeds of split personality were already planted. Later, because of my betrayal of the teacher,

, thrown into the hell clan, the fragile me could not bear the regret, self-blame, and pain caused by this behavior. Under the erosion of the power of hell, an independent evil personality split out and let it dominate the body. And now

I fell into a long deep sleep and was able to endure these sins that made me breathless."

"Since it's so painful, why not just end it yourself?"

Hearing Horason say these words, we couldn't help but sneer. This guy actually wants to deceive us with such a clumsy lie. Does he really think that we are stupid and naive Five Little Strong?

"Yes, in fact, I should have ended my sinful life long ago. If it hadn't been for it..." Horason was not angry because of our sarcasm, but gently held the mask in his hand to his chest,

A gaze filled with all emotion.

This is……

Only then did we begin to notice the mask on his hand.

It was a dim and simple metal mask. At first glance, there seemed to be nothing noteworthy about it. However, when I stared at the shape of the mask for a long time and felt its vague aura, I suddenly screamed...

...No, he just raised the wooden sign suddenly.

"What?" Sa Qili and the others were startled by my sudden move, and were startled again when they saw the words on the wooden sign.

"Brother, are you telling the truth? Is that mask, which looks inconspicuous at all, really Lord Tarasha's artifact?"

Tarasha's suit is already familiar to adventurers like Sa Qili who are rich in spirituality. However, what they have seen are just fakes of Tarasha's suit. When have they ever seen the real thing?

I nodded vigorously. Although the mask in Horason's hand did not exude the brilliance of an artifact, the familiar aura allowed me to 100% confirm its identity and the artifact clothes I found in the Western Kingdom.

The parts are the same, it is definitely one of the Talasha artifact sets.

"Since you can guess it, you are really not simple. However, you can't be ordinary warriors who can come here." Our movements, standing high above, were naturally seen clearly by Horason.

"Yes, this is one of the teacher's suits, Talasha's Horadric crest."

Under our shocked gazes, he slowly said the name of this mask.

"Back then, I also wanted to die heroically with the teacher, but when I saw that the three demon gods did not kill the teacher..."

"Wait a minute, didn't you just say that Lord Tarasha has been dismembered by three demon gods and five horses?"

Horason smiled slightly: "Yes, the teacher's body has indeed been brutally killed by the three demon gods, but his soul is still there. The three demon gods hated the teacher for sealing them for decades, and did not want the teacher to die in such pain.

Just seal the teacher’s soul under the ancient tomb of the Horadric clan, and when you collect the teacher’s artifact set, you can revive the teacher again.”

"Resurrection? Are you telling us a joke?" Everyone sneered at Horasson's words. Even if Tarasha's soul was really still there, thousands of years had passed, and the possibility of resurrection had been lost.

"There is no need to lie to you. The final attribute of the Tarasha suit after collection is that it can resurrect the owner. Of course, this is under the premise that the soul is not destroyed."

"I can believe this." I sighed after canceling the transformation.

"Brother, what are you..." They were both surprised that I took the risk to change back to my original form, and also surprised that I actually spoke for Horasan. Everyone looked at me in surprise.

"Actually, back then, I saw a ray of consciousness on the remaining soul stone of Tarasha..." I will remember the remaining consciousness of Tarasha when I met him in the Temple of Death, and the 521'> that he asked me to collect Tarasha's suit.

Mission. Speak out.

"I didn't expect this to be true. The Horadric suit actually has resurrection properties. Little brother, you have actually seen Lord Tarasha with your own eyes."

Horason looked excited: "Really? I didn't expect you to have met the teacher. Since his consciousness is still preserved, then the soul sealed under the Horadric Tomb must not have been destroyed. That's great.

That’s great. I saw it right. You are people worth entrusting to me.”

"Is it because of this mask that you chose to betray back then?" I turned around and looked at Horasson, who was as dazzling as the sun, and my tone softened a lot.

"That's right, with my strength, in front of the teacher and the three demon gods, I was like a baby and couldn't interfere in the battle between them. At that time, I also thought about dying with the teacher, but I thought of the Tarasha suit.

In the end, I endured the resurrection attribute and accepted the surrender of the three demon gods just to obtain this mask. This was the condition for me to agree to join Hell."

Like a lover, gently stroking the mask in his hand, Horason said slowly, as if he had returned to the scene of enduring humiliation and burden, his expression changed with pain.

"Can't the three demon gods see it?" I asked doubtfully. These treacherous and fox-like hell bosses don't seem to be such stupid guys.

"Why can't I see it, but what does that matter? With my strength, even if I have evil intentions, they don't care. This is just a transaction, and to them, this is just a game to tease ants, betrayal.

And betrayal, pain and suffering are the most delicious desserts for them."

"Then, could you please hand over Master Tarasha's artifact to us now? Don't worry, since I accepted Master Tarasha's blessing, I will definitely try my best to complete it and resurrect him."

Holding back the excitement in my heart, I said solemnly, if the Horason in front of me is really not lying to deceive us, then he should be able to agree.

"Of course, you are the first humans to come here in thousands of years. If my guess is correct, you should be here to save the Horadric clan, right? Your purpose, courage and strength undoubtedly prove that you can accept

Take my entrustment."

Finally, he gently touched the mask that had been with him for thousands of years. The next moment, Horatson let go of his hand without hesitation, and the mask slowly flew towards us, directly in front of us.

"Young man,..." Seeing Tarasha's artifact, everyone was extremely excited. I was the only one who was calmer. After all, I had already seen another Tarasha artifact.

Slowly reaching out his hand, he held the metal mask floating in front of him in his palm. At the moment when the mask was lifted, suddenly, the originally simple and elegant mask burst out with colorful light that made the entire virtual space become colorful.

Artifact, this is the light of the artifact, Horasson did not lie to us!

We were immersed in the colorful light emitted by the mask and couldn't extricate ourselves for a long time.

No, we are not talking about this now. I always feel that things are not that simple.

I shook my head and woke up. Although I had obtained the artifact, the Sixth Sense and Master Kurumada Mei told me that the next thing might not be so easy.

To be cautious, I took a look at the properties of the mask.

Tal Rasha's Horadric Crest

death mask

Defense:824

Required level: 85

Strength points required: 90

+3 wizard skills

20% of magic damage converted into life

20% of magic damage converted to mana

Magic damage reduced by 20%

All resistances +75

+700 defense

+200 mana

+400 life

Tal Rasha's Robe

Tal Rasha's Horadric Crest

Tal Rasha's Sentence

Tal Rasha's Guardian

Tal Rasha's Watchful Eye

Tal Rasha's Delicate Clothes

Sure enough, it was Talashi's artifact. When I saw the astonishing attributes above, I was already convinced that even Belial couldn't fake these attributes when they appeared in front of me.

As if I was afraid of being robbed, I hugged the mask tightly in my hand and hesitated for a second or two. The next moment, I handed the mask to Tamoya.

"This is..." Tamoya was slightly stunned, but soon, along with the others, she understood what I meant.
To be continued...