His body was stabbed all over, but that big hand still held her arm tightly and never let go.
He held Siberia's arm forcefully to prevent her from escaping.
He wasn't saving her.
He was using the last moments of his life to snatch the power from her in order to stop her.
"...I knew it." Siber stopped struggling: "I knew...people like you will never wake up."
She looked at Feng Chang, whose expression remained unchanged, and at the eyes under his blood-stained sacrificial crown, which were exactly the same as hers.
There was no attachment, no sympathy, and not a trace of affection for her in those eyes.
Even at this time, he still hated Jiu Shen's power, and he still wanted to go against her.
"Siber." Feng Chang suddenly said, "...promise me."
"From now on, you are..."
Ten seconds are up.
Before he could finish his words, his hand suddenly loosened weakly.
After ten seconds, no life could resist the coming of death. His vitality seemed to be sucked away in an instant, and the light in his eyes suddenly disappeared.
His body, riddled with holes, fell like a falling bird. His pupils that reflected the entire dome gradually dilated. The sacrificial crown on his head rolled to the ground, and the ribbons were as red as blood.
A colorful candy covered in blood was stuck deep in the mud and was quietly swallowed.
The Son of the Hundred Gods is dead.
The Son of a Hundred Gods, who was regarded as the future of the Skyland and had a great reputation throughout the world... turned out to have died such a tragic death.
Siberia stood up, staring at the body of her brother who had failed to stop her, and suddenly realized...it turned out that this man would also die in front of her.
The body was ugly, the wounds were dirty, he was lying in the mud with holes all over his body, and his whole body was dirty.
"...Haha, you too, you will die too."
Facing her brother's body, she first smiled, a somewhat creepy smile.
Her voice remained quiet, but became fainter.
then,
She let out uncontrollable, hysterical, distorted tears.
"ah--"
“Ahh—”
She felt as if she wanted to yell out all her unhappiness and anger, and she had a contradictory sense of illusion.
She felt that the world was really bad. People were not like people, and gods were not like gods. It seemed that living was a mistake. The so-called faith could completely destroy the closest blood ties.
Why did he take the initiative to bump into her knife edge? He would rather die than sleep peacefully in the beauty?
...So what did she do? Who did she save? Who could she save?
“——Feng Qiqi! Get up! Get up!”
“—Get out of here! Go to sleep in the black mud! Don’t lie on the ground! Are you so obsessed with that damn belief?!”
Blood dripped from the back of her neck. It was his warm blood, which was more unbearable than the heat of magma.
She roared and shouted as she walked, and her voice gradually changed from anger to a shrill scream.
...Wouldn't it be nice to just have a good sleep?
...Why, one by one, even he had to wade through this black river and come before her?
...She has tried her best until now, is this happy ending so unacceptable to people?
She whined and yelled like a madman.
She raised her head, but could no longer see the wilderness and the sky. It was darker than the night at that moment, and the wind was more scorching than fire.
Su Mingan was sitting next to her. His right leg had just been blown off by explosives and he briefly regained some of his sanity.
A white-haired, mature woman sat on the tentacles, her hoarse cries as mournful as crying blood.
She turned around and spoke to him with sobs.
…
【Su Mingan.】
[Look, our world is very sad. ]
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[Jiu Shen line·Happy ending (eternal sleep), progress: 90%]
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After Feng Chang's death, no one could stop Siber's actions.
Finally, the pitch-black tentacles spread across the entire dome.
The world fell into true silence.
Everything in the world is frozen at this moment, and people fall into a beautiful sleep.
There will be no more curses and pain, and for the first time, the world has fallen into such peace.
Siber, whose body was gradually rotting, reached out and held Su Mingan's hand.
Su Mingan's legs and left hand had been blown off by the explosives, leaving only her blood-stained right hand, so she held onto this hand and clenched it tightly.
She clenched the hand in vain, without any lust, as if she was just seeking comfort.
Her hand was covered with purple skin. It was an old lady's hand.
She has aged due to sacrificing all her health to expand her tentacles.
She looked forward with her cloudy, light-colored eyes and saw that he was still young, and saw a moment of clarity in his eyes.
He looked at her, with indifference and pity in his eyes that she had never seen before.
She suddenly wanted to scream, she wanted to cry out, she wanted to roar out everything, but in the end she just moved her lips.
“This is,” she said, “the best outcome I could have hoped for.”
She said this as if to declare that she was right.
However, there was still nothing around her.
Her hands began to melt bit by bit, along with the rotting dead skin and the wrinkles on her face, which decomposed and rotted.
She was as old as a withered skeleton, with her skin and flesh torn apart.
"You are an unbeliever, I will not kill you." She cancelled his alienated state and released the tentacles that held him: "...stay alive."
...In this world, in this silent world, live on.
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