Chapter 993: Chapter 777: Hell on Earth (4)
She is clearly innocent!
Everyone clearly is...
In the darkness, a vivid splash of blood spreads before her eyes.
Under the pain and suffocation, she bends over, silently wanting to roar, but she cannot make a sound. That agony brews within her shell, burning like flames.
She slowly lifts her head, under the pitch-black ghost horns, scarlet tears flow from her pupils.
"I want... to kill you all..."
.
In the distance, it seems like the sound of crying is rising.
Toshio stands bewildered amidst the fading thick smoke, looking around, but the elderly man who always held his hand to escape is already gone...
Something seems to have fallen from the sky, landing far away, and then many things vanished, along with Aunt Nakayama, never to be seen again.
But when he finally looks down, he sees that severed arm among the ruins.
The arm still bears traces where a ring used to be.
The ring had been sold long ago.
Aunt Nakayama said if they saved a bit more money, he could go to school...
But now, Aunt Nakayama is no more.
He trembles, kneeling on the ground, picking up that severed hand, tears silently streaming down.
In the distance, a loud noise came, people were approaching, but he no longer wanted to escape.
No matter who it is.
Kill me...
Nothing left but hopeless prayers.
But these prayers go unheard, unnoticed.
In this gray world, explosions continuously echo and sharp cries gradually dissipate.
The rain has already fallen.
Yet the blood and tears on the ground continue unceasingly.
Now, with the peak of the wailing fading.
Despair descends—
Accompanied by the pain of countless people, the light from Hell emerges from the earth.
"It’s reached!"
In the darkness, the Healer unleashes six arms, dancing in mad ecstasy: "The day of greatness has arrived!"
From above his head, a purple-black halo slowly emerges, the solemn and eerie light flows through the Resonance among the marsh people, spreading in all directions.
Using countless souls immersed in despair as the fulcrum, the Healer’s ring of Divine Nature rapidly expands, diffuses, and in an instant, envelops the entire Tanbo Inner Circle.
Every desperate soul merges into the glow of the God of Hell, allowing the abyssal aura within their souls to spread, echoing the distant ’Paradise of Bliss’.
The sleeping God of Hell opens its pupils, gazing at the distant Current Circumstances.
Pain, blood, death, and despair.
Under the convergence of countless elements, Hell on Earth is born!
——Hell·Tanbo Inner Circle[Depth 1]
Inside the Yingzhou Branch of the Jurisdiction Bureau, the alarm sounds spread.
[Detected depth transformation area of Current Circumstances]
[Detected Destructive Element·Ranch Master]
[Detected phenomenon of destruction element fusion——]
[——Purification Sequence initiated.]
At that moment, inside the Existence Institute, the silent Doomsday Clock suddenly resounds, the grand toll awakens every pair of eyes in the ’Outer Jail Test Area’.
The giant entity sleeping in darkness slowly awakens.
And simultaneously, from Dongxia, America, Egypt, the Russian Federation... Current Circumstances, the border to the deepest part of Hell, countless gazes through broadcasts, secret mirrors, Miracle Imprint, and reconnaissance mirrors, fall upon Yingzhou.
The Ivory Tower, in the principal’s office, Luo Su smokes silently, staring fixedly at the projection coming from inside the Summon Dragon Flute, fingers impatiently tapping the tabletop.
Waiting.
.
.
The sound of rain is gentle.
"I hear someone crying."
"Hmm."
"And many have already died."
"I know."
Under the light rain, Yuan Zhao turns back, looking at the distant fire in Tanbo Inner Circle: "Sister Ye, is it really okay for us to do this?"
Up front, Ye Xueya holds an umbrella, turns back to see the downcast youth behind her, eyes full of pity: "Yuan Zhao, I regret what has happened, but these things do not concern us.
We have our own work to complete.
The first thing about becoming an adult is learning not to pay for others’ mistakes."
In the silence, Yuan Zhao’s steps pause in place.
"That’s not right."
He says, "It shouldn’t be like this."
That youth looks into Ye Xueya’s eyes, seriously telling her: "They are not mistakes, they just had no choice."
In the silence, Ye Xueya raises her eyebrows slowly, as if seeing the Little Brag before her anew, studying him carefully.
And Yuan Zhao, seems to have used up all his courage.
He lowers his head, avoids her gaze.
"Sister Ye, there must be something wrong with me." He murmurs, dejectedly, "I used to like Miss Huaizhi so much, but now I can’t even remember her face. I used to hate those Hybrids so much, yet now I can’t just watch them die..."
Sometimes, men encounter certain things, and then become foolish, doing irrational things, ignoring themselves.
But a man will encounter such things at least once in his life.
His granduncle once told him: men don’t become smart, actually being foolish for a lifetime is okay, but you must always know what you’re doing.
Some things cannot be done, but some things, once you do them, even dying is not regrettable.
But that old man didn’t explain in detail, only amidst the mild drunkenness, wiping the shiny gun blade, smiling at the memories the entire time.
When you encounter it, you’ll know, Yuan Zhao. When the time comes, you should take action.
You shouldn’t just stand still.
"I think my time has come now..."
That youth lifts his head, bids farewell to Ye Xueya: "I’m sorry, Sister Ye."
He says, "I’m going to play the hero."
With a soft farewell, step by step he retreats, reaching into the thin rain, drawing out the Trident in the void, amidst the pouring rain, the cry of the Dragon Horse rings.
The giant horse under the armor, hooves of steel, breaks through the rain.
Sending out an urgent call to him.
In the brief silence, Ye Xueya was neither angry nor disappointed, instead she chuckled softly.
Under the umbrella, that woman cheerfully flicked the ashes from her cigarette.
"Yuan Zhao—"
She waves, wishing: "Gallop to success!"
"Of course!"
The youth atop the horse raises his head, naturally responding.
Pulls the reins tight, turns the horse around, gallops towards the burning Sky Dome ahead.
The storm rushes towards him, accompanied by the cold rain. Lungs trembling, heart contracting, yet as the blood rushes it’s so scorching, resonating with the soul as if in celebration.
"Let’s go, Dilu!"
Amidst the charge, the silver-forged stern armor emerges from the youth’s shell, crimson tassels fluttering in the wind, blazing like fire.
Dragon Roar spreads with the cry of the giant horse, stirring wind and rain, causing the light rain to reverse, merging into the gradually rising storm.
Yuan Zhao, charge!
