Chapter 23 The White Emperor's Son
Chapter 23 The White Emperor's Son
At that moment, the violent wind howled past.
The hand that was hanging high in the sky slowly raised up, pointed at the brightly lit Xinhai City in the distance, and slowly clenched five fingers.
It's like grabbing something invisible.
Pull hard!
A sharp hiss burst out from the void, as if the sound of countless glass being scratched overlapped in one place, and the maddening loud noise spread.
The world shook.
It's like pulling the wedge that fixes the sky and the thick earth.
At that moment, a white shadow fell under a street lamp in the suburb of Xinhai.
"Finally, we've caught up!"
The white dove slowly folded its wings and landed on the girl's slender arms.
As if she had finished running a marathon, she was already drenched in sweat, and her tight sports T-shirt and night running pants were soaked, sticking wetly to her pretty body.
Unfortunately, no one was lucky enough to watch.
Panting, she looked at the palm floating in the air tens of kilometers away, and shook her head helplessly.
Under the illumination of the street lamp, her shadow seemed to come alive, and slowly raised her hands, as if pulling out some invisible weapons, two.
Cut forward.
Then came the silence.
For a moment, the distant roar, the chirping of flying insects, the falling dust, the flowing wind, the rushing river, the rising fire and the solid earth all stagnated.
As if frozen by an invisible force.
In the next moment, a trace that was so subtle that it was difficult to distinguish extended from her feet, extending straight forward, spanning 23 kilometers and 411 meters.
Destruction arrives with millimeter precision.
Simply and neatly, the palm parted from the center and fell to the two sides, and then it was broken 'in the middle' and turned into four pieces.
The four pieces did not disperse, but collapsed into eight pieces.
One, two, four, eight, sixteen, thirty-two, sixty-four, one hundred and twenty-eight, two hundred and fifty-six... The cruel and precise geometric growth has been extended to the end of human observation.
In the end, the shattered source quality exploded.
Turned into a fire that consumed everything.
Everything has come to an end, before this sword that has no action to describe.
it's over.
"Hopefully there won't be too many victims."
She sighed sadly, and heard the voice of the phone in her trouser pocket again.
"Hello? I'll be right there! I got lost just now, really lost... There must be something wrong with your airdrop! I'll be here in five minutes, five minutes... Oh, I'm on my way..."
Both the dove and the maiden disappeared.
"Heaven and earth are powerful and supernatural powers are free..."
The moment the wind disaster beast's palm shattered, the face of the red glove turned ashen, and a voice was squeezed out from between the teeth:
"—[Son of the White Emperor]!"
Snapped!
A broken voice suddenly emerged from his face.
The shattered traces spread, and in an instant, as if there were countless chaotic knives slashing, half of his body was turned into a bloody mess, and the invisible sword continued to tear his body until the pendant on his neck wailed—— The blank-faced little puppet shattered into dust.
The blank puppet replaced him, bearing the remaining power of Bai Dizi's sword.
But even the last trace of 'radiation' leaked made him miserable.
Even the soul manifestation in his hand—the sneering fish tank had a tragic gap, and one of the two fish fry inside had turned its belly up.
The other one was also shaking half-dead, seeing that it didn't have a long time to live.
"Damn, those monsters..."
Red Gloves bent down suddenly, vomited a mouthful of blood, and heard the sound of heavy footsteps in the distance—the army had already started to move—a ruthless look flashed in his eyes, he took out the detonator from his arms, and slammed it down.
The final countdown was lit on the plastic explosives placed around the church, so that the last traces would be completely removed after fifteen seconds.
It doesn't matter if you fail, as long as the cauldron of reincarnation remains...
He turned around and stretched out his hand towards the pulpit, but that palm and his sinister smile were frozen together—the pulpit was empty!
Gone!
The Cauldron of Reincarnation is gone!
That box has disappeared without a trace!
He opened the pulpit furiously, but found nothing. He growled hoarsely twice. Amid the sound of approaching footsteps, he frantically dismantled the entire pulpit, but still found nothing.
When the remaining door of the church was slammed open and the suppressing troops broke in, they only saw a man with red eyes like a mad dog standing on the platform.
He spat, and gestured a middle finger to the soldiers with disdain: "Eat shit, you walking corpses of the Astronomical Society!"
He threw a poker.
The poker suddenly folded in half in the air, pulling his body together, and then he folded in half again along with the poker, and then in half again. In an instant, it turned into an insignificant dot, was sucked into a deep cave, and disappeared.
In the next instant, the flames of destruction engulfed everything.
The feeling of excessive blood loss turned out to be not painful.
I can't even feel the pain.
Just sleepy, with no strength in my body, lazily, as if nothing matters anymore... I want to sleep, I want to rest, I want to end this fucking life.
Close your eyes, and accept the fullness that comes after this long torture with peace of mind - a long and undisturbed sleep.
Death is coming.
After seeing so many deaths, so many different deaths, Huai Shi found that she finally ushered in her own ending.
It's not scary, it's not painful, and it's not even sad.
Just sleepy and confused.
In a trance, he felt that someone was pushing his body, holding a stick against it with difficulty, pushing forward, little by little, like a snail pushing a stone.
He was turned over, lying on a broken carpet, being pulled and dragged somewhere.
There was a smell of burning, a broken sound, and a hoarse moan, as if the whole world was being destroyed.
Water drops fell on Huai Shi's face.
It smells like blood.
He opened his eyes with difficulty, and saw Liu Dongli next to him who didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and in front, the old man staggering and crawling while pulling the carpet.
The figure with a limped leg slammed forward, pushed open a door, and turned around.
His face seemed to have been shattered, half of his face remained unchanged, pale like a corpse, and the other half was violently convulsed, with half of his body attached.
It was as if half of him had died, and the remaining half was struggling with no cure.
Seeing Huai Shi's dazed eyes, he dodged his gaze and rolled up the carpet with difficulty, wrapped him and Liu Dongli together, and rolled forward with difficulty.
"I'm sorry...I have to save her... Huai Shi, only I can save her...I'm sorry..."
He murmured hoarsely, as if apologizing, but he didn't expect a response, he just said to himself: "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."
A phone rang, and the big lama of the fake phone was happily singing some love song, calling for her husband, but no one answered.
"sorry……"
There was blood falling on Huai Shi's face, with the temperature of tears.
He was pushed, pushed into the darkness behind the door, rolled down the long steps, and fell into the cellar full of sundries and pickle jars.
During the violent tumbling and falling, Huai Shi saw Lao Yang's face for the last time.
He leaned on the door frame, looked at the boy, the corners of his twitching mouth pulled up at an awkward angle, as if he was laughing, holding the vibrating phone in his hand, he waved at him.
It was like saying goodbye.
Huai Shi opened her mouth, trying to stop him, but couldn't make a sound.
The door was closed.
In the darkness, there was the roar of an explosion in the distance, and the terrifying flames and high temperature swept the entire church, turning the last remaining everything into ashes.
Huai Shi closed her eyes.
Death embraced him.
"Someone, ask me, give everyone... a word..."
The rigid man was stuck in the chair, twitching nervously, the goldfish in his eyes swimming lifelessly.
"He said...he said...he said..."
His expression suddenly became crazy, revealing a ferocious smile.
"—Green Sun, will eventually reflect the world."
Boom!
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the sudden sound of gunfire, his head exploded, but the gunfire did not stop. After emptying a magazine, he replaced it with a new magazine and continued to pull the trigger.
Until the contents of the chair turned into a mass of rotten meat.
A shattered goldfish jumped out of its empty skull, was pummeled into a stinking mess by bullets, and soon dehydrated into a pinch of powder.
"Have you caught it?"
Ai Qing dropped the gun in her hand expressionlessly, looked up to see the expression of the middle-aged man, and did not hide her displeasure: "Needless to say, I escaped, right? We persisted for so long and caught up with the washing land?"
"He carries a frontier relic capable of short-distance leaps, and we have blocked the surrounding area of Xinhai..."
"Where are the survivors?"
Ai Qing was not interested in listening to him continue.
"……searching."
"Then keep looking."
Ai Qing withdrew her gaze, "Dig three feet and search until you find the body."
No objection.
When midnight came, a message came from the ruins of the church that roared and collapsed during the excavation: "Liu Dongli and Huai Shi have been found!"
Outside the ruins, Ai Qing was still sitting in a wheelchair with a calm expression: "What's the situation?"
"Liu Dongli is still alive and seriously injured, as for Huai Shi..."
The person who reported paused for a moment, his expression hesitating:
"He's being rescued."
.
The temporary emergency room was already in chaos, and Ai Qing waited quietly outside the door, listening to the noisy and chaotic voices inside.
"Breathing? Is there any more?"
"No more, the pulse is almost gone, hurry up and inject..."
"No, the heartbeat is disordered, and it's almost gone...Where's the defibrillator? Give me the defibrillator!"
"one two three!"
Boom!
"one two three!"
Boom!
...
After a long time, there was no more sound from inside. The rescue doctor came out, took off his mask, and said regretfully, "Sorry, I'm a step late..."
Ai Qing nodded, did not speak, and let those people walk past her.
Soon, Ai Qing finally met Huai Shi.
As if in a deep sleep, the boy was lying on the operating table, the bullet hole on his chest was pale, and no blood had even flowed out.
His empty pupils looked at the shadowless lamp above his head.
The final heartbeat stopped.
Ai Qing was silent, she lowered her eyes, her palms clenched on the armrest were pale, and after a long time, she said calmly, "Then... let's go through the process."
She turned the wheelchair and wanted to leave.
But then, the rotation of the wheelchair stopped abruptly.
She seemed to hear something.
serious cold………