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Slowly, the turtle was shocked when the soldier unlocked his shackles, his eyes widening like copper bells. His heavy and slow body knelt to the ground, trembling with a voice filled with deep gratitude towards Mario, tears falling from his eyes like broken pearls. But Mario seemed indifferent to his gratitude, only showing a cold and unfathomable smirk as he slowly approached, his voice low and oppressive, saying, "I did say I would spare you... and I have indeed done so." This statement seemed to contain an ominous premonition, and the chill emanating from Mario seemed to cut through the turtle's heart like a cold blade, reaching the pinnacle of his fear.
The turtle's heart was filled with unprecedented fear and despair. He knew well of Mario's cruelty and ruthlessness, and the former hero before him now seemed more like an unfathomable black hole, devouring all life that came near him. Under Mario's indifferent gaze, the turtle felt like a prisoner placed on the judgment seat, at the mercy of this absolute controller. Deep within the turtle's heart, fear was spreading, and he began to imagine what cruel methods Mario would use to torture him, each imagination causing his blood to freeze in his veins.
When Mario slowly turned around, leaving only a cold figure, Slowpoke's heart was filled not only with despair, but also with a sense of unprecedented powerlessness. He knew that although he had temporarily escaped danger, he had already fallen deep into Mario's invisible web of fear. He knelt on the ground, the air around him seemed to freeze, and each breath felt like swallowing a blade of ice. The sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears, but he could not hear any comforting or hopeful voices. In Mario's bottomless darkness, Slowpoke slowly realized his insignificance, feeling as though his existence could be erased at any moment by this terrifying ruler.
In despair, Slowpoke screamed frantically, his voice filled with panic and confusion, "What do you mean! Mario! What does this all mean?" But Mario just continued to walk forward coldly, as if completely indifferent to his presence, even the act of turning back seemed unnecessary.
At that moment, a hand suddenly raised, and the slow turtle's heart stopped beating for an instant, his breath frozen in his throat. Then, a swift moving sound cut through the air, a green figure shot out like lightning from the side, tracing an arc in the air - it was Luigi.
Luigi's familiar and powerful figure leapt high into the air, capturing everyone's attention. The slow turtle's heart filled with deeper despair, knowing that this leap might be the end of his life. He looked on in despair at the green figure rolling through the air, knowing he had nowhere to escape, no way to resist, only silently praying in his heart, hoping that it was all just a nightmare. But as Luigi's shadow gradually covered him, he knew that it was all real - a cold and cruel reality.
In that extremely short moment, a final thought flashed through the slow turtle's mind—Mario did not lie. He did spare him. That indifferent figure, that disdainful stride, silently declared that his life had been spared. However, the cruelty of fate did not end there, because Luigi, the younger brother who had always lived in Mario's shadow, did not spare him. In that moment, the slow turtle suddenly realized that Mario's mercy only led him to another abyss of death.
The air was filled with the impending breath of termination, and Luigi's figure danced in the air, like the grim reaper harvesting lives. The slow turtle's heart was filled with endless panic and despair, but he had nowhere to escape, no way to resist. Then, with a deafening roar that shook the entire battlefield, the slow turtle, in that moment, became another lost soul beneath Luigi's feet.
The loud sound, like the tolling of a funeral bell, marked the abrupt end of Slowpoke's life. The surrounding air seemed to freeze, all sound disappeared, leaving only Luigi's motionless body at his feet, and the mad, satisfied smile on his face. This scene, like a page from a dark fairy tale, was eternally etched in the hearts of the soldiers who witnessed it.
Luigi disdainfully stepped down from Slowpoke's body, casually shaking his foot as if to rid it of the bloodstains stuck to the sole of his shoe. His casual movement was filled with indifference and contempt, as if the end of this life was insignificant in his eyes. He muttered under his breath with a tone of relief, "Finally... I've been fed up with this guy for a long time." This statement not only revealed his disgust for Slowpoke, but also a deep sense of detachment and superiority.
Afterwards, Luigi suddenly raised his voice and shouted to the surrounding soldiers, "Alright, hurry up! Kill all the prisoners, not a single one should be left. Don't waste any time on them, we have a lot of things to do!" His voice echoed through the battlefield, devoid of any mercy or hesitation. This command was like a cold blade, piercing the hearts of every soldier on the field, stirring up a wave of unease and fear within them.
Luigi's cruelty and decisiveness added a sense of despair and cruelty to the battlefield, which was already shrouded in the shadow of death. Perhaps at this moment, the soldiers truly realized that they were following not only a brave leader, but also a war machine unafraid of bloodshed and determined in despair. In this world full of bloodshed and death, the fragility and priceless nature of life were so blatantly displayed before everyone.
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