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Chapter 509 Five hundred seven·HE·Eternal Sleep

There are no more players in the sky, and they are running towards the edge of the dome with all their strength.

No one can stop Siber anymore.

She raised her arms and sang loudly, like a galloping horse on the prairie, like a goshawk skimming through the forest, she sang loudly, the bright red lines all over her body twisted and spread, and the tentacles extended like her limbs.

In the muddy world, her fluttering white hair is the only bright color.

Through layers of darkness and sticky matter, Su Mingan, whose thinking was sluggish, could vaguely pass through the blood mist in her vision, and see the deep sadness in her eyes.

"Cy, Bo, Er." He called out, his voice intermittent.

【Black Lamb, jump quickly~】

She sang emotionally, and her singing voice floated above the ever-spreading tentacles, especially loud in the land full of wailing and pleading for help.

"...Cy, Bo, Er." He called out again.

She turned her head, as if surprised that he was still conscious, but he was still singing.

【Black crow, fly fast~】

Su Mingan stepped forward and grabbed her by the collar. Her lower body was connected to the tentacles. When she was dragged up by him, these tentacles wound up as if they were irritated.

They quickly wrapped around his wrists, forearms, and shoulders, strangling his body spontaneously, preventing him from touching Siber.

And Siber just reached out and patted them, and they shrank back like obedient children.

"You're still conscious." She looked at him.

"...Why, why?" Su Mingan said.

He was pointing out why Xi Boer insisted on alienating him.

"It's very simple." She said, "Because I want to purify the vault...and you certainly can't accept such an ending, right? If that's the case, why don't you let me get in my way."

"...flowers," he said.

"What?" Sibel didn't hear clearly.

"Curse... fire." His mental state began to get worse and worse, and it became difficult to even speak.

Even though he had all kinds of words to convince Siber, but at this moment he didn't have the strength to speak, he couldn't say a complete sentence, he couldn't talk about anything.

He tightened the blade in his hand, and a large amount of blood overflowed from the palm of his hand again, and the pain made his eyes clear for a moment.

He repeated simple words.

"I saw... the flowers bloom," he said.

She made it clear that she wanted to wait for him to appear in the future, and to see the flowers bloom together with him.

But now that he has arrived as promised, she doesn't trust him at all.

All the support in the past, the aid in the sea of ​​fire, and the lullaby, seemed to have never existed.In her heart, only the word "purification" was left.

Listening to his words, she held out her hand.

He snatched the blade from his hand.

The bloody blade lay in her hand, and she glanced at his bloody palm.

"You really don't think of yourself as a human being, doesn't it hurt?" She threw the blade away as soon as she dropped her hand.

The blade fell into the mud, shining brightly, and was never seen again.

"...big, sea," he said.

"Shut up." She said, "I don't want to watch."

She pulled up his collar and stared at him with those wolf-like eyes.

Under the hot wind in the dome, their vision was suddenly locked by the wind, and she saw the clarity in his eyes that persisted.

"You, the number one adventurer, the strongest adventurer, why don't you want to have a sweet dream?" She said: "The ending is very hopeless, knowing that no matter how hard I try, it is useless, why can't you face it?" fact?"

As she spoke, her tone became more and more intense. Although she was just staring into his eyes, she seemed to be talking to many people.

"—Why, why do you always want to stop me? Why do you always want to kill me? I am clearly, I am clearly only for you, for your future..."

"So much pain—so much pain! I've been through it all, I've got it all set! Why, why do you have to fight me, have to, have to pursue your so-called freedom—"

She yelled loudly, seeing his eyes gradually loosened, she loosened her hand and let him go.

He lay on the tentacles, his nails digging into his wounded palm.

The white-haired Siber, who was staring at him, became strange to him like never before.He suddenly discovered that he seemed to have never had a deep understanding of her.

Her pain, her struggle, seemed superficial to his understanding, and until now, he hadn't been able to understand the reason why she was in such pain.

... She is the only heretic in the Vault, carrying the heaviest of secrets.

Is it because of her identity that she has such a strong sense of guilt and self-destructiveness?
He dragged his heavy legs over the uneven tentacles, he held her shoulders, and the blood on his palms stained her red robe even redder.

"Cy, Bo, Er."

He called her name.

"No, yes, admit, fate."

At any time, you can't accept your fate.

No matter how desperate you are, and if you have no chance, you must never accept the so-called ending.

Life is in your own hands, as long as there is still a breath left,
... They are worth fighting for their future.

In the usual dungeons of the world, there is never a shortage of people who can create miracles in desperate situations. He doesn't believe that she, who is so extraordinary, will just accept her fate like this.

【Black python, climb quickly~】

However, she just kept on singing loudly.

The white hair fluttered in front of his eyes, and her singing voice was clear and bright.

It's just that she sang this weird nursery rhyme even more weirdly, like a cold wind blowing over the neck, making people shudder.

In her singing, there is no longer the spirituality and longing that filled the lullaby.Some are just panic, desolation and despair.

Like a song scraped in a dry desert,

And there are no flowers in the desert.

[Black Lamb~ Jump up and down. 】

[Black crow~ Fly fast. 】

[Black boa constrictor~ Climb quickly. 】

However, when she sang "Black Python", her singing suddenly choked up.

It was as if the tears were bursting in an instant, and she suddenly began to cry, covering her mouth with her bloodstained hands, as if she had let go of her strength in an instant.

Before, no matter how desperate, how helpless, how much she was cursed and scolded by others, she never shed tears.

But at this moment, her emotions flooded like a sudden rupture.

She originally thought that there would be no more companions on this journey.

But now, through eyes full of water, she saw——

A familiar figure, holding a black knife in his hand, is wading through this black river with mud and tentacles.

He was wearing a sacrificial robe with cross-collared neck, strenuously crossing the river, and the tentacles attacked him, all of which were cut open by the black energy in his hand.

He walked through darkness and mud, as if through a whole hell and death.

In the boundless silence and pollution, he walked straight towards this side without stopping.

The tribesmen fled in a hurry, avoiding her like a plague god.

—and he was going retrograde with it.

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[Jiu Shen Line·HE ending (eternal sleep), progress: 80%]

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(End of this chapter)