There were no more players in the sky, and they were running as fast as they could towards the edge of the dome.
No one could stop Siberia anymore.
She raised her arms and sang loudly, like a horse galloping on the grassland, like a hawk flying through the forest. She sang loudly, and the bright red lines on her body twisted and spread, and her tentacles extended like her limbs.
In the turbid world, her fluttering white hair is the only bright color.
Through the layers of darkness and sticky substances, Su Mingan, whose thinking was slow, could vaguely see the deep sadness in her eyes through the blood mist in his vision.
"Xi, Bo, Er." He called out in a broken voice.
[Black Lamb, jump quickly~]
She sang emotionally, her voice floating above the spreading tentacles, and was particularly loud in the land filled with wailing and cries for help.
"...Xi, Bo, Er." He called again.
She turned her head, as if a little surprised that he was still conscious, but his mouth was still singing.
[Black crow, fly quickly~]
Su Mingan stepped forward and grabbed her collar. Her lower body was connected to the tentacles. When she was dragged up by him, the tentacles wrapped around her as if they were enraged.
They quickly wrapped around his wrists, forearms, and shoulders, spontaneously strangling his body, preventing him from touching Siberia.
But Siber simply reached out and patted them, and they shrank back like obedient children.
"You are still conscious." She looked at him.
"...Why?" Su Mingan said.
He was asking why Siberia had to alienate him.
"It's very simple." She said: "Because I want to purify the dome... and you definitely can't accept such a total annihilation, right? In that case, why don't you get in my way?"
"...flowers," he said.
"What?" Siberia didn't hear clearly.
"Curse...fire." His mental state began to become worse and worse, and even speaking became difficult.
Even if he had a thousand arguments to convince Siberia, he didn't have the strength to speak at this moment. He couldn't say a complete sentence and couldn't talk about anything.
He tightened the blade in his hand, and blood flowed out from his palm again. The pain made his eyes clear for a moment.
He repeated simple words.
"See...the flowers blooming," he said.
She clearly said that she would wait for him to appear in the future and watch the flowers bloom with him.
But now that he had arrived as promised, she didn't trust him at all.
All the support in the past, the help in the sea of fire, and the lullaby seemed to have never existed. In her heart, the only thing left was the word "purification".
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 consider yourself a human being. Doesn't it hurt?" She threw the blade far away.
The blade fell into the mud with a flash and disappeared forever.
"...big, sea." he said.
"Shut up." She said: "I don't want to see it."
She pulled him up by the collar and stared at him with her wolf-like eyes.
In the hot wind of the sky, their sight was suddenly locked by the wind, and she saw the clarity that persisted in his eyes.
"You, the top-ranked adventurer, the strongest adventurer, why don't you want to have a sweet dream?" She said, "The ending is very hopeless. You know that no matter how hard you try, it will be useless. Why can't you face the facts?"
As she spoke, her tone became stronger and stronger. Although she was just staring into his eyes, she seemed to be talking to many people.
"——Why, why do you always try to stop me? Why do you always want to kill me? I clearly, I clearly only do this for you, for your future..."
"So much pain - so much pain! I've come all this way, I've arranged everything! Why, why do you have to go against me, have to, have to pursue what you call freedom -"
She screamed, and seeing his eyes gradually becoming unfocused, she loosened her grip and let him go.
He lay on the tentacles, his nails digging into his wounded palms.
The white-haired Siberia, who was looking at him, became more unfamiliar than ever before in his eyes. He suddenly realized that he seemed to have never understood her deeply.
Her pain and struggle seemed so superficial in his understanding. Until now, he still couldn't understand why she was in so much pain.
…She is the only pagan in the dome, carrying the heaviest secret.
Is it this identity that makes her have such a strong sense of guilt and self-destructiveness?
He dragged his heavy legs across the uneven tentacles. He held her shoulders, and the blood on his palms dyed her red robe even redder.
"Xie, Bo, Er."
He called her name.
"No, I can't accept my fate."
Never accept your fate at any time.
No matter how hopeless you are or how few chances you have, you must never accept the so-called ending.
Life is in your own hands. As long as there is still a breath left,
...they deserve to fight for their future again.
In previous world copies, there was always a lack of people who could create miracles in desperate situations. He didn't believe that she, who was so extraordinary, would just accept her fate.
[Black python, crawl quickly~]
However, she just continued to sing at the top of her lungs.
White hair fluttered in front of his eyes, and her singing was clear and bright.
However, this nursery rhyme with a strange tune sounded even more eerie when she sang it, like a cold wind blowing across the neck, making one shudder.
In her singing, there was no longer the spirituality and longing that filled the lullaby. There was only panic, desolation and despair.
Like a song scraped across a dry desert,
And there are no flowers in the desert.
[Black Lamb, jump quickly. ]
【Black crow, fly quickly. 】
[Black python~ crawl quickly. ]
However, when she sang "Black Python", her voice suddenly choked.
It was as if tears suddenly burst out of a dam and she suddenly started crying loudly. She covered her mouth with her bloodstained hands, as if she had lost all her strength in an instant.
Before, no matter how desperate, helpless, or how much she was cursed and reviled by others, she never shed a tear.
But at this moment, her emotions suddenly broke out and overflowed.
She originally thought that there would be no one else traveling with her on this journey.
But now, through her watery eyes, she saw——
A familiar figure, holding a black knife in his hand, was wading through the black river filled with mud and tentacles.
He was wearing a cross-collared sacrificial robe and waded across the river with difficulty. The tentacles attacked him, but were cut away by the dark energy in his hands.
He walked through the darkness and mud, as if he was walking through a whole world of hell and death.
In the boundless silence and pollution, he walked straight towards this side without stopping.
The tribesmen fled in panic, avoiding her as if she were the plague god.
— and he was going against it.
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[Jiu Shen line·Happy ending (eternal sleep), progress: 80%]
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