Chapter 92 The Green Disarray
A gentle galaxy flowed out from inside the palace. Countless guards, along with the nearby civilians, were touched and covered by the galaxy beneath their feet, letting out terrifying roars and cries, turning into bare white bones, or becoming completely relaxed.
The Grand Knight Commander's face turned ashen as he watched this scene.
He had always been skeptical of the Son of God's claims, but had refrained from acting due to the Second Prince's orders. Now, having witnessed the truth firsthand, the shock he felt was no less than that of the Storm Leader kneeling before him.
He felt as if he had done something wrong, hurting the heart of the god who was protecting them, and insulting the dignity of a warrior of unyielding spirit.
This shouldn't be happening, this shouldn't be happening!
His chest heaved violently; he could no longer bear this scene that trampled on his dignity.
He turned around abruptly, relying on his qualification to cross the barrier, and rushed into the palace gate with his long sword. To everyone's astonishment, he severed the barrier's mechanism with a single strike.
"Mihir! You're insane! He's Storm!" The knight, his face still stained with blood, shouted in disbelief, only to meet Mihir's furious eyes.
He raised his sword, but aimed it at his former comrade-in-arms.
The knight's expression turned complicated. Clutching the painful spot in his chest, he said in a low voice, "Do you know what you're doing?"
Combining the relationship between Mihir and the Second Prince, he instantly made a connection.
"I understand, it's His Highness the Second Prince's intention! His Highness is with Storm."
“A proper knight should not resort to such despicable acts as humiliating his opponent. But you not only did it, disgracing the identity of a knight, but even used it to slander His Highness the Second Prince.” Grand Knight Commander Mihir shook his head, his grief and indignation undisguised. “You are unworthy of being a knight!”
Before the words were finished, the dazzling silver light and the complex rune light collided violently, producing a piercing cracking sound.
The light from the barrier surrounding the palace gate flickered violently a few times, like a dying struggle, before it was completely extinguished and vanished without a trace.
The obstacle has disappeared.
Beyond the palace gates, the deep passageway was fully exposed to Buster's eyes, and the ominous and polluted atmosphere permeating it became even more clearly discernible.
Buster didn't even glance back at Mihir. The instant the barrier shattered, he was like a beast breaking free of its last shackles, his figure blurring as he charged directly into the shadows of the palace.
"You...you traitor!" The knight, his face covered in blood, pointed at Mihir, his voice trembling with anger and injury. "For a storm, you destroyed the barrier! His Majesty will not forgive you!"
Mihir slowly sheathed his greatsword, gazing at the twisted face of his former colleague, a flicker of weariness and a deeper sorrow crossing his eyes. He straightened his back, his voice steady yet carrying an undeniable strength: "I protect the honor of knights and the foundation of the empire, not to condone the vile or stand idly by injustice. I will report today's events to His Majesty and bear all the consequences. But now…"
His gaze swept over the bewildered soldiers and sorcerers around him: "You should see who the real enemy is!"
His words temporarily quieted the restless crowd.
The starry river beneath their feet stretched into the distance, reaching the very center of the city. The soldiers' contaminated comrades reacted to varying degrees, while the surviving soldiers exchanged bewildered glances, their faces reflecting panic and horror.
Mihir ignored them, took a deep breath, and rushed into the palace with his longsword.
The fuse has been lit. After this sacred purification ends, a new war will surely begin. He must find the Second Prince as soon as possible and protect his safety!
On the other end, Buster, who had finally entered the palace, also saw the flowing Milky Way.
He was angry.
Before the anger came the heart-wrenching longing and concern.
Reinhardt did indeed begin.
He performed this cruel miracle, which only he could accomplish, at the cost of burning his own life.
Where the gentle starlight passes, good and evil are clearly distinguished, and life and death are instantly judged.
It is both the sweet rain of salvation and the sharp sword of judgment. Every inch of the spreading galaxy is like adding another scorching whip mark to Buster's heart.
He had to be faster, faster, even faster! He had to get to his side before those eyes burned out completely.
The Milky Way guided him, and with every step the Storm Leader took, one could feel the gentle aura and power unique to Reinhardt.
Buster didn't give the astonished Second Prince and his group of frightened maids a second glance, and charged towards the starting point of the expanding starry sky, the towering cathedral, with his greatsword.
The soft, bright light filled almost the entire space as Buster stepped in.
All his vigilance and killing intent vanished the moment he saw that figure, leaving only a heart full of pain and tenderness that almost tore his heart apart.
Buster wanted to call out that name, but his throat felt like it was being choked by something, and he could only make broken, breathy sounds.
In the center of the hall, Reinhardt stood silently, like a statue sculpted from light itself.
Countless starlight flowed from his body, burning his life both gently and cruelly.
His golden hair, which was originally as flowing as moonlight, now seemed to have lost all sense of reality, as if it had become a hazy halo surrounding him.
Her skin was so white it was almost transparent, and you could clearly see the pale blue veins beneath it, pulsating slightly as the light shone through.
Seemingly sensing the approach of the outsider, he slowly lifted his closed eyelids, revealing a pair of clear, jade-like emerald green eyes.
Tiny specks of light swirled in his pupils, calm and still, revealing only an ancient, compassionate, and divine detachment.
The unfocused pupils, once fixed on the storm, slowly gathered a sliver of light. The god, nearly stripped of his humanity, had rediscovered his soul at this moment.
That inhumanly exquisite face suddenly came to life, gazing at Buster with a myriad of thoughts in its eyes.
The leader of the storms entered this galaxy and soon stood before the gods.
Due to the height difference, the Son of God had to tilt his head back to meet the Storm Leader's gaze when he got close.
Gazing into those emerald green eyes, seeing his own reflection in their clear pupils, Buster seemed to be lost in them.
He raised his hand, his palm as gentle as if cradling a face. His fingertips caressed the corners of his eyes. His fingertips seemed to tinge the pale, lifeless face with a faint blush.
Moist and shiny.
Buster gently ran his thumb along the tip of her eyelashes, his eyes revealing an unintentional tenderness and affection.
“Green,” Buster whispered, his voice hoarse from suppressing a torrent of emotions.
He gazed into those turquoise eyes that finally reflected his own features, as if he had traversed endless time and hardship to rediscover this unique color.
He suddenly laughed somewhat embarrassedly. The smile softened the bloodthirstiness and ferocity between his brows, and even carried a hint of the awkwardness that belonged to a young man.
He stood even closer to Reinhardt, close enough to feel the warm yet unsettling, fading radiance emanating from him.
“If I had known you could see me,” Buster murmured, with an almost clumsy tenderness, “I would have shaved before coming, so that you wouldn’t see me looking so disheveled at first glance.”
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