Chapter 283: Windowless Vientiane (Part 3) Windowless Vientiane
Stars fell, the earth was on fire, and corpses were everywhere, some human and some not.
Countless strange stone pillars appeared out of nowhere on the earth, each life lost leaving a scratch on the pillar. Everywhere one could see blood of various colors blending into a patchwork, and so did the mottled stone pillars.
The land was covered with a thick blanket called flesh and blood. The air was filled with an unspeakable smell of blood, silent groans, the cries of clanging swords, and wisps of black smoke that could not cover the wails of life.
The scene was devastated.
A powerful magical force burst out from afar, covering the entire Eastern Continent. The magical light was like stars, filling the cracks in the sky.
The world's demise seemed to pause briefly.
The scattered people looked around in panic and confusion. They could not find their tears, nor could they find the bodies of their loved ones.
The surviving magicians, whether they could still stand or not, all had sorrowful expressions on their faces. They gathered the remaining magic power in their palms and pointed it towards the sky.
For a moment, the stars twinkled.
The magicians looked up at the sky. This was the magic power of their great magician. As magicians, they knew what it meant.
The great magician Salis Leppezer exhausted all her magic power and used her body to hold up the sky of the Eastern Continent for a moment, giving humans a chance to breathe and also buying more time for those in the pure white space.
Xi Wang closed her eyes and lowered her head in silence. At her age, she was already used to parting, but...
Her breath was shaky.
Na Ang and she supported each other. One of them had only one leg left, and the other dragged his bleeding body as they staggered towards the woman who was sitting paralyzed on the ground.
She held two people in her arms, one had lost his life, and the other had lost his future.
Large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of Marlene's mouth, and most of her face was covered in red. Her almost blurred eyes looked at Vivienne, who had her eyes closed, and then moved to Mei, whose face was dirty and tears were streaming.
Faced with Mei's desperate plea for help, Xi Wang shook his head reluctantly.
Healing magic cannot heal a dying person.
"Mei..." Marlene's voice was no longer clear, and she tried her best to force a smile.
She was already very satisfied. She lived a very long time, moving forward step by step, and found the life she wanted.
She is very happy.
Death is not scary.
Friends she once forgot gave her hope for life, and now she wants to give it to Mei.
"Keep going, Mei... don't give up, don't give up..."
“Don’t give up.”
Keith seemed to hear the words of his lover in the past. He gritted his teeth, pulled out the arrow that pierced his body, and rushed towards the remaining monsters again.
I didn't die easily, Minnie.
I died to protect you, so, after dying like this, would you be willing to see me?
North was dying. She wiped the tears from the little girl's face with her weak hands and looked at the magician who was seriously injured and gasping for breath.
Yusen applied a handful of magic recovery potion on himself, and after healing his injuries to a level that would not hinder his progress, he pulled the little girl over.
He looked at North who slowly closed her eyes, which was a silent promise.
"Let's go," he said.
This time, I won't leave.
The prince, who was not good at fighting, tried his best and finally killed the last monster in front of him.
White blood splattered on his face. Suo Hai leaned against the door and slid down, and soon a pool of bright red spread on the ground.
His eyes were extremely bright and he smiled foolishly.
Behind him was his daughter who had not woken up. This time, he did not give up and did not choose to escape.
That felt pretty good, he thought.
His whole body gradually grew cold, but his heart was filled with something. He closed his eyes with a satisfied smile.
The orange eyes were empty.
Letixia took a deep breath, the blood entered her lungs, and her chest was in severe pain.
The pain reminded her.
"Your Excellency the Duke." A woman with a cane walked up to her.
She looked back and saw that the surviving people and knights of the order were still waiting for her next order.
"Rest where you are." Her voice was hoarse as she scanned the gray faces, few of which had been with her for a long time, and then she looked at the huge beam of light in the distance.
"Baal..." Realizing something, the name he spoke out half dissipated in the air and half was put back into his heart.
The blood-stained hand gripped the hilt of the sword until it turned white, and it was trembling slightly from being gripped too tightly.
She can't cry.
She is the duke of the Duchy of Haihefu, she cannot be fragile, she cannot fall!
"We can't fall down yet!" Lila raised her sword high, hoping that as the Queen Mother, she could give people some confidence by personally going to the most dangerous battlefield.
If someone in a higher position must be sacrificed, then she is the most suitable one.
As long as the world has not completely perished, the Segarot Empire needs a queen, and another high-ranking person...
"Duke Tudor and his son have sacrificed their lives for the Empire!" she cried, fighting back tears. "The Grand Magician died to buy us time!"
Lila was suddenly speechless, and in her eyes, there was hardly anyone with intact limbs.
It's so tragic.
Finally, her voice trembled, but she remained firm. Tears still streamed down her face, unable to wash away the filth on the surface.
"For tomorrow's meeting!"
The capital of the Segarot Empire has lost its former prosperity. Blood is flowing everywhere, and only ruins remain.
Hefa leaned against a fallen rock, clutching the wound on his abdomen. He grimaced in pain, his face pale. He raised his eyes and said weakly, "Are you really going to do this?"
Sai Lulan stood in the magic circle drawn with blood, her blue eyes tired: "Sasha is in your hands now."
"Osa must... cough! cough cough!" Hefa was so anxious that he choked on the blood in his mouth and couldn't help coughing heavily.
He ignored the burning sensation in his throat and said, "Osha would definitely want to see you more than me."
Sai Lulan looked at her friend's loss of composure gently and couldn't help but chuckle, but her smile was extremely ugly: "Have you forgotten? Sasha almost refused to acknowledge us because of you."
Hefa was speechless for a moment. She was telling the truth.
Sai Lulan looked up at the sky and said with some emotion: "The first human I met when I came to the East Continent was you."
"Now, the last human." She looked at Hefa again, remembering the lazy and arrogant young magician, now in a state of disarray. "It's you."
Hefa turned away, rarely responding.
The light was so bright in his peripheral vision that he squeezed his eyes shut tightly, not allowing himself to see.
The gentle elven power washed over the entire Lachigo and drifted away into the distance.
Hefa shuddered.
"My name is Selulan Munaja, the last Saloha of the elves. My hometown to which I cannot return, your devout child prays for your response. Please answer my last wish."
"Flowing fate, I am a drop of water in your river. Please have mercy on me before you swallow me up. Please help me to separate a tributary for this pitiful and miserable world."
What the eyes don't see, the ears become sensitive.
Hefa heard the sound of bones breaking and the creaking of bones being squeezed. Although there was a distance between them, he always felt that the sound was still in his ears.
Hot tears squeezed out of his eyes, wetting his trembling eyelashes.
The wound on his abdomen seemed to be shedding tears, seeping through his fingers and bringing him the only warmth.
The cold weapon pierced into the soft flesh silently. Suddenly, it hit the bone stuck in it. A short, rough sound seemed to be a wailing, which made his bones tremble.
Perhaps because he felt it was too cruel to let his friends witness his death, the elf did not let out a single howl of pain.
No one knows what the elf was thinking in the end.
The closing of eyelids brings darkness.
The surroundings fell into silence. In the darkness, Hefa's mind went blank for a moment. He was in a daze and couldn't figure out what he should be thinking.
Oh, yes...
He still has things to do.
Hefa opened his eyes, but couldn't muster the courage to look at his friend.
He staggered to his feet, lowered his head, and took a few steps towards Selulan, following his feeling.
He stopped staggering and looked up.
The ancient and profound magic circle no longer had any light, and the runes made of blood turned dark red and incomplete.
Above the magic circle, the elf knelt in the circle, with the hilt of the long sword standing at an angle on the ground, piercing through the elf's throat and neck, and the weak hand was bent in an extremely unnatural manner.
"Ugh!" Hefa suppressed his tears and stepped forward.
Among the runes of the magic circle, one character is particularly eye-catching.
Although it was Elvish, Selulan had taught him it.
"You will follow the flow of time and bring up the water of tomorrow."
This is the final prophecy that Saloha made for the world.
…
The dark blue sea seemed to be angry. On the vast sea, an isolated island was like a cradle, but it was tottering.
"Little Fatty! Chris!" Nerys comforted the children of Samsonta and asked Clover to accompany them. She ran down the stone steps at a very fast pace.
She pushed open the door in the midst of the violent storm outside. The bean-sized raindrops were like hailstones, hitting her face and causing it to hurt, which soon turned red.
The two men in the rain turned their heads. This rainstorm came too strangely, no, maybe it was not strange at all.
The atmosphere of this rain is the same as that of the disaster fourteen years ago.
The goddess had already told her children that the world was about to end.
Fei Yi came back not long ago, probably to say goodbye to them.
The world may have begun to end, but compared to the disasters they had experienced, a rainstorm seemed unusually merciful.
The rain was pounding, and Chris had to shout, "Let's go check it out, you stay in the tower!"
His voice carried through the rain and fell into Nerys's ears.
She opened her mouth: "If! If you find something wrong! Come back immediately!"
Chris and the fat boy nodded. They certainly understood what she meant. If the world really ended, then they would come home.
Watching their receding backs, Nerys somehow thought of the disaster in the past. Many things in the disaster that they could not explain later made her feel uneasy.
The dirt road was muddy, but the fat boy and his companion were used to walking on it and were familiar with the road, so they soon arrived at a cemetery.
They all remembered Fei Yi's special request for them to sweep the old priest's grave.
On the gray tombstone, there was only one line of words engraved: "Old Priest".
The two checked whether the old priest's tomb was still solid, and also checked the tombstones of the black grandmother next to it, Mrs. Maggie not far away, Red Hair and Rodo.
After making sure they could survive the rainstorm, Chris and the fat boy stepped back into the mud and headed back towards Samson Tower.
"Crack." In a place that no one noticed, a tiny crack appeared in the sky, exactly the same as the strange phenomenon in the sky fourteen years ago.
The same disaster may come late, but this land that was almost abandoned by God will not be forgotten.
Beneath the gray tomb, inside the wooden coffin, among the gray bones, where the heart should have been placed, circles and circles of red silk threads were intertwined.
They continue to circle, gradually forming the shape of a heart.
The "heart" in the skeleton, the lines are like blood vessels, connecting the "whole body" and integrating into this isolated land.
A faint halo, with faint red threads, enveloped the entire St. Fagus Island.
It is "sky".
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