Chapter 1126 Even if I have nothing
Along with the prayers of the Blood Sky Master, the quiet moonlight turned into fine needles and began to fall like rain.
It was sparse like drizzle at first, and then roared like a rainstorm.
It descended upon the earth like a saturated barrage of light, shrouding the entire world in moonlight and bleaching it.
Even though the underground was too deep to see the light, it was instantly illuminated by the vertically falling moonlight, and it became brighter and brighter at a speed visible to the naked eye, until the whole world turned into pure white, completely blocking all vision and making it impossible to see anything clearly.
The next moment, a black lotus suddenly blossomed from the pure and flawless white light.
Like a cracking acorn, or a blooming bud... it unfolds layer by layer and gradually expands.
—That wasn't darkness, but nothingness. A void devoid of anything. Even the all-pervasive light couldn't fill it, and it constantly dissipated the light around it.
The "dance skirt" whose body was on the verge of collapse appeared in the middle.
When Aiwas saw this scene, he immediately realized that the moonlight that Xue Tiansi prayed for was not meaningless.
This mass of nothingness, like the part that resides in the Swan King's head, is a part torn off by the "Whisper of the Void", not the original body.
Just as water can extinguish a flame, only to be evaporated by a larger flame, the void can devour and neutralize everything, but this boundless pure light can in turn neutralize it. While it cannot directly purify it, it can accelerate the void's self-disintegration.
——When the mechanism is not absolute, the numbers are obviously meaningful!
Originally, even withstanding two rounds of Blood Sky Master's "Hateful Slash," the dance skirt would only shatter into four pieces. They were still able to roughly stick together under the inexplicable suction force. But now, only two pieces remained.
Only the upper chest and right arm remained. The rest had been completely swallowed by the void, vanishing completely. The two remaining pieces were now covered in black markings... like the spreading boils from a skin allergy, except instead of crimson, they were pure black.
Her eyes had completely faded, becoming nothing more than two black holes. Her mouth had split open, cracked, and half of her right arm had vanished—where her palm should have been, it had become a blurry, black mass.
If she continued to be bombarded by the moonlight, she would probably completely lose her carrier and turn into a pure void crystal core in less than half a minute.
This is the decision of Xue Tiansi.
Although the Son of the Moon created by the Blood Sky Lord failed to complete the ritual of becoming a perfect human being that Cain's mother Hengwo originally expected.
However, these evil Moon Children coincidentally met another condition:
Just as Cain, due to lack of love, was a failed "perfect man" but could effectively resist the erosion of the void, fate showed Xue Tiansi another path.
The sinful blood of Cain flows across the land. Those homeless, blood-sucking monsters have committed countless blood debts, earning the hatred of all people. Even if hundreds or thousands of years pass, future generations will never forget the sins committed by the Children of the Moon.
Hate is deeper than love and less likely to be worn away by time.
Because humans can only truly love a few people, yet hate all life in the world. Even though history has been passed down through generations, races have changed, and cultures have shifted, that unfamiliar hatred can still be engraved in the depths of time, like an anchor that keeps a ship from sinking in a storm.
Now, precisely because of this sinful inscription, even the power of nothingness cannot erase Xue Tiansi from the world!
The fragment of nothingness that resided in the dance skirt's body was also obviously aware of this.
She decisively switched her attack target.
——The remaining time for Nothingness to manifest is running out.
Since Xue Tiansi has resistance, then attack the other one who has no resistance!
Although "Dancing Skirt"'s previous attitude towards Aiwass was to hope that he could face the reality and fall into nothingness...but now, she has not shown any mercy to him at all just because she is greedy for Aiwass's body!
The dancing skirt raised the last remaining arm.
The front end of the arm had been completely twisted, turning into a dark, twisted line like a spider's leg.
That is the "black light".
Light naturally couldn't be black—but it was an all-consuming darkness, bound into a line. Any matter it passed through was instantly dissolved and severed. Like an incomparably sharp and scorching laser, it shattered the moonlight descending between heaven and earth!
The abundant moonlight suddenly broke off inexplicably, like a cut-off waterfall.
It was like a pair of glasses covered in mist, with a cotton swab gradually drawing a clear line of sight... The light that obscured vision was swallowed up by nothingness. And along with it, everything the "black line" touched was swallowed up.
"Dancing Skirt" attacked like this, grabbing Aiwass from a distance.
Just ten thin lines intersecting would turn Aiwass into nothingness.
“——Don Quixote!!”
At this moment, Aiwass's firm voice fell.
He didn't try to dodge.
Because hiding is useless.
As the final blow from "Dancing Skirt," she left Aiwass no room to dodge. Attacks from all directions, grasping and tracing incredibly mysterious paths, locked Aiwass's future like fate. Like a rope tightening around his neck, there was no room for any gaps.
But the brilliant and splendid pure white knight took a step forward.
Standing in front of Aiwass.
"My Lord!"
An extremely fanatical voice rang out from under the knight's helmet: "Even if I have nothing left—"
He did not raise the holy sword in an attempt to defend himself or transform it into a holy shield.
Instead, he raised the holy sword without hesitation.
——Cut off his own head.
As the helmet fell to the ground with a clang, an extremely brilliant light gushed out like a fountain of blood.
The glow that seeped out from his head gushed out to the left, right, and upwards at the same time, forming an enormous inverted cross between heaven and earth.
However, it was not so much an inverted cross as it was a giant sword of light standing up.
It was a shield-like lightsaber just like the holy sword he held in his hand!
The next moment, the lightsaber simultaneously unfolded to the left and right, its iridescent radiance transforming into two massive light shields. Immediately afterwards, countless rays of light formed into sharp, crystal-like feathers, which further combined to form two wing-like armor pieces atop the light shields.
The wings were not soft, but rather resembled countless piercing lightsabers. Yet, it seemed incredibly at ease, filled with a sense of security.
"That is..."
Isabel's eyes widened.
Such a beautiful and dazzling brilliance.
That light is the brilliant will and the concentrated hope.
The light of hope is also a force that can fight against nothingness.
Even if everything is hopeless now, even if the future is destined to be destroyed and fall into meaningless nothingness... but as long as that future has not arrived, there is always the possibility of change!
Even if that possibility is extremely small... it is like a tiny flame of hope lit in the darkest night, which disappears in an instant.
But the existence of that flame means resistance to the darkness—
This means that not only lives that are completely integrated into the darkness are qualified to survive!
It means that people still long for light, even though they know the sun will never rise again.
Just like in ancient times, people walked in the dark night without the sun and lit the sacred and precious flame.
——That tiny fire can't change anything.
The flame will eventually go out. When it burns out, the sky will once again be plunged into pure darkness.
It can't keep people alive, nor can it bring the sun back to life.
Darkness is eternal, and the momentary light is only a temporary illusion.
But lighting the flame itself is the meaning.
Even if I have nothing——
"Don Quixote is the embodiment of my will. Just like the first card of the Tarot deck, 'The Fool'..."
Isabel's earlier voice echoed in her heart: "Even if it's a cliff, I will step forward."
The next moment, the void and the light shield collided violently.
(End of this chapter)
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