Chapter 10 The stone statue is like a soft kitten, closer than myself...
For Storm, fighting is as simple as drinking water and eating.
Following the instructions of the son of the god, he carried the giant sword and jumped back into the deep pit.
Crimson flames erupted from the narrow crevice!
In the limited visual canvas of the Son of God, the brilliance of the flames savagely paints the dull brush with color.
As if burned, the son of the god turned his head away.
The storm suddenly swept across his long hair.
This filth wasn't as terrifying as I'd imagined, despite its immense size and the fact that it had absorbed a great deal of life force. In the raging storm, it remained as fragile as a sheet of paper, quickly torn to shreds by the tempest.
However, the opponent was not a true living being; even if it was scattered, it could still replenish itself. After two rounds, Buster discovered the pattern and stopped this futile battle.
He focused his gaze on the hanging pillars. Using the light from the flames erupting from the greatsword, Buster's eyes sharpened, and he followed the flow of the foul aura to locate the true form hidden within the sea of pillars.
The flames from the greatsword then spread with lightning speed!
As the flames subsided and the foul odor dissipated, finally, something the size of a fingernail fell from the charred human body.
As the thing turned to ashes, the foul odor also disappeared.
Mark's lover was just an ordinary person who had never seen such a scene before. Even with his strong mental fortitude, he was overwhelmed and fainted the moment the flames tore the others apart.
When Buster returned to the stone platform carrying the giant sword, Mark's lover was already unconscious, lying on top of Mark.
The dark-skinned storm leader scoffed, "It's no use," and sheathed his greatsword. Then, he took out a long rope from the spatial ring on his thumb.
He tied the two unfortunate people together, and it was like carrying a packaged roast chicken, holding them both directly in his hands.
He took out the illumination ball again, turned to the side, and reached out his hand to the Son of God.
Faced with the lack of response from the Son of God, he raised an eyebrow and said in an unfriendly tone, "I have already condescended to be your mount, Miss. Do I have to ask you to come up?"
The son of the god, who was about to raise his hand, suddenly decided not to pay any attention to him.
But Storm was impatient. Before he could finish speaking, he took the initiative to become Reinhardt's mount, grabbing Reinhardt's waist and lifting him up.
"Hold on tight!" The prompt was delivered with a certain professional ethics befitting a mount.
With his left hand holding it and his right hand wrapped around it, the Storm Leader leaped off the stone platform without the slightest hesitation!
The wind, driven by inertia, lifted everything, including the son of the gods' long golden hair. A large tuft of his smooth hair brushed against Buster's cheek. Buster, who had been enjoying the wind, glanced away for a moment before quickly looking away again.
The crack seemed endless, and a powerful wind, coming from nowhere, created a strong thrust. As the Storm Leader flew deeper into the crack, it actually felt itself being pushed upwards.
"Go further down."
The whispers of the son of the gods gently brushed past my ear.
The Storm Leader immediately tightened his arms around the Son of God's narrow waist.
Adjusting his posture in mid-air, he swooped down, his feet still landing on two gusts of wind!
The wind howled in my ears, and the temperature around me grew colder and colder.
Soon, the Storm Leader saw the bottom. He frowned slightly and was about to adjust his posture back to face down when the Son of God suddenly raised his hand and hugged his shoulder.
It seemed as if they were preparing for an impact.
The leader immediately understood his meaning, and then drew his greatsword and slashed down towards the bottom!
Another blazing fire spread! The earth, which should have ended there, suddenly cracked open, and with a loud bang, a brand new world appeared before our eyes.
Like a mysterious ink painting from the East, it transitions from black to white.
The Son of God and the storm plunged vertically from a pitch-black ravine into a void, an endless white wilderness.
The darkness overhead vanished instantly, and the storm, wary of its surroundings, slowly descended, ready to draw its giant sword at any moment.
However, at that moment, the young lady who had been nestled obediently on his shoulder suddenly moved.
"Put me down," he said.
The hand gripping Reinhardt's waist tightened, and the temperamental Storm Leader turned his head to look at the blonde doll in his arms.
Raising an eyebrow, he rubbed his calloused thumb against the slender lower back for a moment, then teased the person in his arms with that irreverent, irreverent tone.
"Beg me."
A hint of bewilderment appeared on the beautiful face of the son of the god.
The Storm Leader, recalling that Mark was one of his crew members, suddenly realized something was wrong.
It seems like he's the one begging for help now.
He sighed regretfully, slowly put the person down, and even managed to say something to get a freebie.
"Next time, next time you'll be begging me."
The god's son, who had been put down, slowly took a deep breath.
His body was still clearly weak. As soon as Baofeng put him down, he staggered and almost fell.
If Buster's arm hadn't been around his waist.
Barely managing to stand firm, the son of the gods, dressed in a haphazard manner, slowly moved forward.
It was as if he already had a goal and was working hard to move in that direction.
Buster remained silent, carrying the two chicks stacked together, and followed behind him in silence.
Until they came to a conspicuous stone statue.
The stone statue appeared suddenly, right in front of him where there had been nothing a moment before, and even Buster hadn't noticed anything amiss. He instinctively reached out to grab the Son of God who was walking ahead, but the other seemed to have sensed it beforehand and had already steadied himself before the statue appeared.
The Storm Leader raised his hand and then lowered it again, standing still, observing and guarding, ready to strike at any moment.
The stone statue resembles half a woman's head, severed at the neck, lying horizontally on a pure white plain. The material resembles jade but is not jade; its surface has a grayish-white hue eroded by time, yet it gleams with an eerie translucent luster under the light, like a pulsating shadow sealed beneath a layer of misty ice.
The stone statue was enormous; half of its face alone was three meters long. It appeared abruptly in the center of the pure white wasteland, like an ancient riddle formed from nothingness.
The disheveled, long-haired man... no.
The disheveled son of the god slowly walked to the stone statue. Under the watchful eye of the Storm Leader, he raised his hand and slowly touched the statue's forehead.
His pale, slender fingertips touched his forehead, and his long golden hair slipped from his shoulders as he lowered his head.
He moved forward slowly, like a soft kitten, close to the stone statue that was many times larger than himself, trying his best to show his goodwill.
His first words were an apology.
“I’m sorry to have disturbed your peaceful slumber,” he murmured, “but I have no other choice now.”
The sound was like a snowflake falling on burning ashes, melting away in an instant. Buster's eyes were involuntarily glued to him, and he found his next words even more surprising.
This beautiful young man, whose body was so weak that he could barely stand, actually spoke up and made a wish.
"If possible, please help me by drawing my life force and infusing it into him."
A note from the author:
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Son of God: To the left.
The storm is as it pleases.
Son of God: To the right.
The storm also went his way.
Son of God: Go straight.
The storm is raging!
Madonna, Celine, and Victoria, who witnessed the whole thing: ...Why do I keep having hallucinations of Reinhardt driving a truck?
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A blonde kitten and a stone statue stuck together [poor baby]!
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No wonder there were no messages! I forgot to set the timer! [Screaming emoji]
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