Chapter 155 Seeing Through the Starry Sky
◎They have lost their rhythm, their beauty.◎
A thick blood-red color flooded into the moon, and even the bravest soldiers could not help but feel terrified.
The Huns circled the last piece of glass again and again, while the Roman soldiers lay low and searched at the edge of the forest. Both sides collected a lot of fallen silver pieces, but they could not see the target location.
"Huh! My sister disappeared out of thin air?" Attila frowned. The glass indicator vanished into the clearing in the middle of the forest. Common sense would have it that there was a metal mine underneath, or someone had cleared the area.
"It's possible that they changed trains here." Elena stood up. She had just led people to dig the soil in this area, and there was nothing but soil. It was unlikely that there was a cellar or tunnel.
A more reasonable explanation is that the carriage where Melia was located was replaced by someone, and the person was sealed inside, unable to use special abilities to manipulate metal.
The two fell into a dead silence, and they thought of the same possibility: Could Melia have been knocked unconscious or even killed?
"Ahem, don't scare yourself." Attila released his hand. "Nini is in there too. No one can kill her."
"That's right." The fingers gradually relaxed. With Nini around, those goblins couldn't hurt Melia.
They breathed a sigh of relief almost at the same time and looked up at the deep and heavy moonlight in the sky.
The moonlight, which originally had little presence and was easily dispelled by torches, was now completely dyed crimson, even more eerie than the recorded lunar eclipse.
Boom—boom boom.
A bell rang from an unknown direction, and a golden thread cut through the darkness, dividing the horizon into a clear picture.
Purple mist quickly wrapped around both ends of the golden thread, but evaporated rapidly upon contact. Finally, with a crisp, crackling sound, a transparent scene gradually emerged: steps that shifted from virtual to real, extending deep into the clouds.
Click.
Before she could even think of the danger and traps, Elena had already jumped over three steps.
"Hey, wait for me~" Attila followed closely behind, and as if competing in speed, more and more people climbed up.
Sunlight briefly penetrated the sea of clouds, accompanied by crisp crackling sounds, and golden threads floated continuously on the steps.
The moon gradually disappeared, and in the same position, a huge crystal castle replaced the moon and hung high in the night sky.
…
“Puff!”
The little dragon cat slammed heavily into the crystal, its scales making a grating sound. Crack, crack, crack, crack, a web of cracks radiated from the crystal wall, sending dust and broken hairs cascading down.
"Cough cough cough." Dragon flame spurted out from between its teeth, and the tail of the flame was stained with blood.
Menia experienced [failure] for the first time, and her anger could not stop surging: Dragons are proud creatures, and they don't want to admit defeat with every drop of their blood!
"That's enough! Do I have to beat you into minced meat?" Alexandra hung high in the air, her magic power solidified into strands of silver-purple threads, regulating her body and the king's sword.
Where is the weakness?
Huh—Menia gathered her flames and scanned the Crystal Palace. The crystal had been shattered, and except for the Fairy Queen beside her mother, all the other fairies had also been shattered.
Could it be the humans below?
【Should we smash them all? 】
The dangerous thought flashed through my mind, and the image of my mother shaking her head kept flashing in my memory. [“No, Nini.”] If it were my mother, she would definitely say that.
"Everyone's life is precious, Nini. As long as your own life is not threatened, you must be kind to the lives of others."
As long as I fly away from here, my life will certainly not be threatened, but what about my mother?
Mom never told me what I would do if her life was threatened—I wanted to save her more than anything else!
【"Can't."】
Suddenly—dragon flames washed over the wall, avoiding the people sleeping at the bottom.
Click, click.
There was a slight tearing sound coming from the lily of the valley bud. Alexandra and Nini were both startled and looked towards the top floor.
The sticky threads were retreating. They only dared to surround the Fairy Queen, wriggling like worms, as if avoiding something.
Melia curled up in the petals, and a rectangular spot of light suddenly lit up on her chest.
"What's this?"
As Alexandra turned around, a puff of dragon flame brushed across her long hair.
Nini flapped her wings and waved her claws vigorously: "Look here, don't try to touch my mother——"
Tsk, what a hassle.
Alexandra spun her body and swung the royal sword with all her strength, pouring out magic along with it!
clang--
The long trembling sound made her eyes widen: Impossible, how could it be someone else?!
"Hey, it's me." Attila gripped the hilt tightly, her arms bleeding from the force, but she still smiled. She gritted her teeth and forcibly deflected the sword.
The remaining blood beads seeped into the bone marrow bit by bit, the hair became brighter and the slightest color disappeared instantly.
Why was Attila here? Never mind. There was no point in thinking about it.
Alexandra adjusted her posture and leaped high under the pull of magic: "Get out of here if you don't want to die."
This is not mercy or bluffing. The Golden King is also an important chess piece of the fairies. With her cooperation, the efficiency of killing humans will be higher.
In a game, of course, the two sides must be evenly matched.
"Get out? You should be the one to get out, hahahaha." The Golden King laughed heartily. She raised her golden eyes and faced the oncoming torrent.
Tsk, just a dying man. Alexandra slashed down without reservation. "You want to die? I'll satisfy you."
——
What's that sound? A fleeting glance caused Alexandra's attack to pause slightly: There's someone behind them... there's someone else!
A silver glow bloomed on her left arm. Elena pressed down hard, cutting off half of the left arm in front of her.
The sword she pulled out from the ruins had no hilt, so she used her transformed dragon claws to hold both sides tightly. Even so, blood continued to seep out from the gaps between her claws.
"Heh, sneak attack villain."
Having been tricked twice by the same move, Alexandra smiled resentfully and gripped the sword with her metal right claw.
Ding, ding ding.
Even though it was gripped by metal, the silver-white blade still shone with arc light. It was the power of cutting, determined to completely divide the enemy.
The sharpest sword doesn't mean it won't break.
Buzz... The magic power condensed into a ball and hit the middle of the sword with all its strength!
Clang, a crisp breaking sound was heard instantly, and countless points of silver-white arc light were emitted.
These light spots tried to return, but could not find a sword body to attach to. After a few breaths, they actively gathered into golden blood beads, floating in the wind.
Alexandra stretched out her hand and tried to hold the activated golden blood, but it stubbornly passed through her claws and refused to merge into her body.
Swish, swish. The blood beads spun at high speed, finally finding a specific direction: the true descendant of the Golden King.
They rushed to form bloodstains and rushed directly into Attila's body.
"Hmm!" The smile on Attila's face suddenly disappeared, his heart rate was raised to full speed, his muscles expanded, and his blood vessels were raging!
Her mind began to spiral out of control, and she could see herself swelling into a giant monster, attacking everyone indiscriminately... or worse.
I heard the shouts of the Huns and Romans behind me. Are they involved in a melee with Alexandra?
My vision became increasingly blurred, and my breathing fell into darkness.
"Aunt Attila—"
Nini? Don't come over here, it's dangerous...
Attila tensed his body, ready to exert force at any time to throw the jumping cat dragon as far as possible. After all, the little thing was very strong and would not be hurt even if it fell from the cliff.
Just a second before she swung her arm, the entire floor began to vibrate slightly.
Bang! The flower bud not far away exploded, and a figure fell out.
"Meliya?!"
It was not known whether it was Elena or Alexandra, or both at the same time, who let out a cry of terror.
…
The unicorn ran across the plain, stepping on all the purple mist, unable to slow down at all.
Melia felt the coldness in her arms, and the metallic texture reminded her: the mount created by magic is not the real one, you are still trapped in a nightmare!
So what? I'll save it.
She immediately ignored the whispers in her head and looked up into the distance: That was Athens.
What does Athens symbolize? I don't know.
For Elena, Athens was just a place she would conquer sooner or later. And in the "few years after her marriage," she didn't have any special feelings for Athens, as it was, after all, a foreign city-state.
So, she never thought of Teacher Pados once, and even completely forgot his name.
Ha, I wouldn't do that.
Perfect lovers, estranged friends, day-to-day life, "monsters" in the castle tunnels, lost memories.
There are so many things bothering Melia. I hope she can think carefully and figure out the logic.
No, I won’t.
Melia clenched the blueprint in her hand. Time was running out, and she had to target the most vulnerable spot. This was a nightmare. The important thing wasn't the dream itself, but waking up.
The galloping unicorn passed the city gate and headed towards the high tower in the suburbs.
“I like open spaces, which are great for stargazing.”
Tap, tap, tap, she crashed into the dusty door, as if she had crashed into a pool of solidified water.
"who."
The figure on the floor, haggard and withered, continued calculating without looking up. A large pile of papyrus and a broken charcoal pencil lay on the floor.
"It's me, Mr. Pardos." Melia walked cautiously to his side and slowly squatted down. She picked up a piece of paper covered with numbers and formulas, all in modern symbols.
I flipped through a few more pages and saw scratches running from top to bottom on each one, indicating they were scrapped.
"Who are you?"
"Meliya."
"I don't know him."
Pardos was still bent over the floor writing. Melia couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, why don't you find a table? Where's your assistant?"
"have no idea."
I don’t know… maybe he doesn’t care.
Considering the time constraints, Melia simply picked up a piece of paper to cover Pardos's face: "Teacher, what are you calculating? Why are you throwing them on the ground?"
“…”
The rustling sound of the pen stopped abruptly. Pardos finally looked up at her and immediately frowned. "Decimal? Arabic numerals?"
Melia was stunned for a few seconds before she realized what he was talking about. She couldn't help but laugh: "Yes, yes, I did learn this knowledge..."
“University, F=G (m1xm2)/R2.”
Pardos said this firmly, standing up unsteadily. The robe was worn and loose, practically hanging on his bony frame.
Only those eyes were still sharp, exactly the same as in my memory.
When their eyes met, Melia finally remembered the night when they talked about the starry sky.
"Teacher, please tell me...anything is fine, what are you holding on to?"
She looked at Pados firmly: the dream was about to wake up because someone was unwilling to sleep like her.
Pardos turned silently, stepped onto the stairs, and climbed up, staggeringly holding onto the wall.
The unicorn completely disintegrated, and Melia picked up the faucet and followed closely behind it.
After a few brief yet long minutes, the frosty white moonlight cast a clear light upon them. The evening breeze blew up his robe, and Pardos opened his arms, not to the wind, but to the starry sky.
"Wrong."
Melia stood in the wind, and Pardos spoke again: "The trajectory of the stars is all wrong."
Perhaps fearing she wouldn't understand, he said solemnly, "They've lost their rhythm, their...beauty."
Numbers, models, formulas, rules, truths... everything contained beauty, and beauty was everything he pursued. This was a despairing nightmare that constantly robbed him of his senses and everything he possessed.
Fortunately, he was very clear-headed, so clear-headed that... he actively chose to lose the first thing.
Even if he embraces death, he will despise this world that betrays beauty.
clang--
Melia heard the deafening chime of the clock again.
"Ha..." A tear rolled down his cheek, and strands of golden threads scattered from his body, evaporating clumps of transparent mucus.
The Rose Princess broke free from the rectangle and opened the pages under the control of her will.
"Teacher, wake up." She smiled and cried, "Fairies are really stupid... They can't observe the movement of celestial bodies!"
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