bioinnovel Chapter 224 Rest in Peace, My Dearest Friend
Chapter 224 Rest in Peace, My Dearest Friend
The wind blew across the desolate plains, stirring up tiny fragments of white bones and raising a pale cloud of dust between the two.
Manluo stood frozen in place, like a stone statue.
"Snow...so...so..."
She repeated the name word by word.
With each word she uttered, her face contorted more. With each word she spoke, her voice grew colder. By the time she reached the last word, "幽" (you), her tone was as cold as ice dredged from the depths of the River Styx.
It's as if they want to etch this name into the Death Note.
Then--
She raised her head and looked at Wanlei Tianjie Ji Lei Ying.
On that distorted face, an expression that was almost like crying now appeared.
It's not anger.
It wasn't murderous intent.
It's a feeling of being wronged.
It's that feeling of injustice that surges up from the deepest part of your heart after being betrayed by the person you trust most, almost drowning you.
"Lei Ying..."
Manluo's voice trembled, and something welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall. She bit her lip, biting the wound she had already broken herself, blood trickling down her chin, but she was oblivious.
"Have you forgotten? Didn't you... say nine years ago... that we would be together forever?"
Her voice was very soft, as if she were afraid of shattering some fragile old dream.
The tone had lost its earlier madness and questioning; it now held only a cautious, almost humble confirmation.
"Didn't you say... Manluo is your favorite person?"
At this moment, Manluo's eyes were red, but she stubbornly raised her head.
She is not the white moonlight of the Ghost Institute, not the high and mighty chief of the Ten Heavenly Kings, and not the ultimate Beastmaster.
She was just a little girl whose heart was broken.
Lei Ying, the Heavenly Tribulation Princess of Ten Thousand Thunders, looked at her.
Looking at the childhood sweetheart in front of her, with whom she had spent the most time.
I watched as tears welled up in her eyes but never fell.
Looking at the wound on the corner of her mouth that she had bitten herself.
Looking at her, trembling all over yet still stubbornly holding her head up.
A complex emotion flashed in the eyes of Lei Ying, the Thunder Goddess.
Then, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
When she opened her eyes again, only one emotion remained in those purplish-gold eyes—
apology.
A pure, sincere apology, without a trace of regret or remorse.
"I'm so sorry, Manro."
Her voice was soft, yet very clear.
There were no explanations, no words of comfort, no attempts to embellish the situation. Only a simple apology.
Manluo's tears finally fell.
But Wanlei Tianjie Ji Lei Ying did not look at her again.
She raised her head, and a burst of purplish-gold lightning suddenly surged around her, enveloping her in a dazzling, almost divine aura. The ancient lightning rune between her brows began to spin rapidly, each rotation causing a violent tremor in the surrounding space.
"Bye now."
Lei Ying, the Heavenly Tribulation Princess of Ten Thousand Thunders, spoke from within the halo, her voice calm and resolute.
"This move was originally prepared for her."
The words had barely left his mouth—
Lei Ying, the Heavenly Tribulation Princess of Ten Thousand Thunders, disappeared.
It's not the kind of visual residual caused by high-speed movement, nor is it the kind of overlapping afterimages caused by extreme speed.
Instead, it was a pure, thorough, and complete disappearance from the physical level, the whole person turning into a wisp of pure purple light.
The purple light was silent and pure.
It lacks the ferocity of thunderous roars, the overwhelming pressure of lightning, and anything associated with "power" or lightning.
It is as quiet as a drop of ink falling into water, slowly spreading in the air, or like the first wisp of primordial purple energy descending to the mortal world at the beginning of time, carrying a timeless and sacred quality that transcends space and time.
It passed through Manro's body.
It felt like passing through a thin mist, like passing through a void.
There was no sound, no touch, not even a breeze.
Almost simultaneously, Manluo, bathed in purple light, went limp and fell backward.
Her eyes were still open. Those eyes, once as pure as a clear spring, had now lost all their light, leaving only an indescribable emptiness.
Although there were no visible injuries on Manluo's body, not even a scratch on her skin, she seemed to have lost her life. Her empty eyes stared at the leaden sky, her frozen, defeated expression seeming to silently accuse the world of something.
A twisted, resentful expression of defeat froze on her face, like a masterpiece frozen in time.
Then, she was caught.
Lei Ying, the Thunder Goddess, who had circled around behind her, gently caught her.
She knelt on one knee on the scorched earth, gently supporting Manluo's back and the back of her knees with her arms, holding her in her embrace.
The entire movement was incredibly gentle.
On the battlefield, the elimination announcements rang out.
[Ghost House I, Manro, eliminated]
The cold, indifferent system notification echoed across the desolate plains.
At the same time, because the Beastmaster died, the companion beast, the Other Shore Dragon, also fell asleep.
The enormous body, reduced to a skeleton by lightning, collapsed with a resentful dragon's roar. One massive bone after another smashed into the scorched earth, raising clouds of pale bone dust.
And at the very moment it completely collapsed—
The talent, Death Flower, has been activated.
Countless eerie black lines emerged from the remains of the Dragon Crossing the Other Shore. These black lines were as thin as hair, yet densely packed and endless. They emerged from the gaps between every bone and surged from under every broken bone fragment, converging into a jet-black tide.
The black tide spread wildly in all directions, centered on the remains of the Dragon of the Other Shore.
Wherever it passed, the scorched earth was corroded, emitting hissing white smoke; scattered bones were eroded into dust; even the air emitted a painful groan under the erosion of the black lines.
They are extremely fast.
It was so fast that in the blink of an eye, the overwhelming black tide had already surged to within three feet of Wanlei Tianjie Ji Lei Ying.
Then--
stopped.
The black lines twisted, wriggled, and struggled wildly three feet away, as if they were being blocked by an invisible barrier.
They tried to go around from above, tried to crawl in from below, tried to detour from the side, but no matter how hard they tried, that three-foot distance was like an insurmountable chasm, firmly keeping them out.
The black tide churned and roared, emitting a silent hiss.
However, he was never able to touch the body of Wanlei Tianjie Ji Lei Ying.
The scene was both eerie and beautiful—
The overwhelming black tide, like a demon from the underworld, bared its fangs and claws, wanting to devour everything. In the very center of the black tide, a girl with purple-gold eyes knelt on one knee, gently embracing her childhood sweetheart. The space around her was crystal clear, not even a trace of black thread could penetrate it.
It was as if the flower of death could not bear to desecrate the purple-haired girl holding her master's corpse.
Of course, this is just the self-delusion of some imaginative viewers.
In fact, it is the Death Flower, the talent of the Other Shore Crossing Calamity Dragon, that is simply unable to lock onto the Thunder Goddess Lei Ying.
After struggling in vain, the black tide-like black lines finally exhausted their last strength and could only helplessly retreat slowly back into the remains of the Dragon of the Other Shore.
They retreated more slowly than they had come, with a reluctant, weary gait, shrinking back one by one into the gaps between their bones until they disappeared completely.
That scene seemed to echo its pitiful owner, who couldn't win back Lei Ying's heart.
The incompetent pet beast's final death utterances couldn't even take away the body and life of Lei Ying, the Thunder Goddess.