Chapter 288 The End of the Fairy Tale

Chapter 288 The End of the Fairy Tale

In the dead silence, everything seemed to be frozen.

The blood rain that fell from the sky was infected by the soaring frost, stagnated in the icy wind, and the world fell into awe-inspiring silence.

Only the roar and loud noise sounded from beyond the sky.

When the dazzling flash of light flashed across the sky, there was a sharp and piercing collision sound in the cracks in the blood-red sky.

The world was shaking violently, before this mighty power came from nowhere.

Immediately afterwards, the dark clouds shattered, endless blazing light gushed out from the sky, countless flesh and blood grew like trees, and the hands of the premature son struggled to grab the cracks in the sky.

It was like impatiently waiting for delivery.

But is it the cry of joy at birth, or the cry of pain at death?

No one could explain the shrill cry that contained joy and despair. Immediately afterwards, a huge remnant body fell from the sky, burning, crushing the cracked clouds, and emitting an aging and desperate radiance.

That's the sun.

The sun is setting.

For the eternal night is coming.

"Come on, Luo Xian."

Huai Shi clenched the hilt of her sword and murmured softly: "I will bet everything on me—"

At that moment, the white horse bathed in blood followed the prince's growl, stepped down its iron hooves, followed the last glow, and charged at the enemy.

The blade was raised, leading the last afterglow to shatter the darkness ahead.

With his back facing the mournful day, he moved forward, as if his figure was about to melt into the brilliant and mournful sun.

Like a prince.

sparkling with light.

Countless afterglows that fell on the ground seemed to be startled by the march of the horseshoe, and flew up like fireflies, followed the glow, flew into the sky, and fell into the darkness.

"It's dazzling, Prince."

Luo Xian stared at the burning afterglow, not knowing whether it was longing or anger, she just smiled and whispered softly: "Please redeem me, Your Highness..."

Dark roar!

From the rolling darkness, the ferocious pumpkin carriage shook violently and roared forward.

The blood rain rolled up backwards, against gravity, and flew out towards the sky.

The stern red streaks squirmed, dotted on the spreading darkness, and the power overflowing from Luo Xian's shattered soul burst out, finally breaking through the invisible barrier.

Relying on this blackness that condensed into substance, they gathered up the mist of pain that engulfed everything, and condensed into a tangible form. Spreading its wings, its iron scales spread out, reflecting the last radiance of the scorching sun, roaring upwards, subduing all noises violently in this furious scream.

This is the desperation and pain accumulated from the human shell during the 24 years of long waiting, and the miracle of disaster born from the soul from the abyss.

Just the emergence of a glimpse of it is enough to make countless abyssal groups surrender to the terrifying majesty, even if it is just a calamity embryo that is brewing, it is enough to make all the audience horrified.

That's a dragon!

——Dark Dragon!

At this moment, not only the audience in front of the screen, but even the corners of Di Ting's eyes couldn't help but jump wildly.

"Just the soul can form a qualitative change of the dragon. Isn't this kind of talent too exaggerated?"

He scratched his face in distress. For the first time, he felt that the job of explaining was not easy to do. When he looked back at Bai Ze, he couldn't help sighing.

"Do you think he can win?"

Bai Ze looked back at him, as if looking at a fool.

"of course?"

She regretfully concluded: "There is no doubt that we will lose."

The divine beast that can directly observe the countless branches of history has already glimpsed the only inevitable result among the 100,000 different branches, which is the ending that cannot be changed no matter how lucky and wise.

As if admiring, Bai Ze sighed softly.

"He's dead."

At that moment, with the roar of the carriage, the phantom of the magic dragon fluttered its wings, whipped up a hurricane and rain of blood, and destroyed all the insignificant dust such as the earth, cloud, sky, etc. in front of it.

Carrying this abyssal love that has already been too heavy, it opened its mouth and confided its heart to the prince in front of it.

Roaring.

Terrifying source quality fluctuations converged from the dragon's throat, pain and despair rubbed against each other and collided with each other, intensifying dazzling sparks.

Immediately afterwards, with the roar that shook the world, an incandescent flame emerged from the depths of the darkness, sweeping forward like a torrent, engulfing the last glow of the fallen sun.

The dragon fire is blazing, rushing towards us!

At that moment, the white horse leaped up.

It neighed, galloping almost soaring in the wind, its long mane fluttering like a banner.

[Do not go gentle into that good night. 】

Huai Shi clenched the hilt of her sword tightly, but the poem from the abyss suddenly appeared in her consciousness.

[When you are old, you should burn and roar at sunset. 】

[Roar, roar, denounce the retreat of the light]

【Rage, rage against the disappearance of the light. 】

At that moment, there was a small vibration from the sword of virtue, and as Huai Shi silently recited, there was a roar of steel.

The mountain ghost's stigmata suddenly extended innumerable threads, submerged into the countless ancient inscriptions on the inside of the hilt, and those surging vitality transformed into pure radiance, adhering to the blade.

It was like a ray of hope at dawn.

"I entrust my whole soul to this sword, and virtue will live with our legend—"

Following the solemn chanting of countless people in a trance, Huai Shi raised his arms, revealing the bright light that ignited from the blade in front of the destructive dragon fire.

Compared with the generosity and solemnity of the past, what emerges today is only a small thread. But it burned with great persistence, even though the dragon flames swept across it, it still never went out.

In virtue there is no distinction between greatness and littleness, between multitude and solitude.

Even if it cannot change any painful and desperate reality, it is still enough to reflect the hope.

Just being here is enough to light up the long road ahead.

Here, the dawn is announced.

Huai Shi roared loudly and cut off the blade.

"——The mighty long night, it will end here!"

Compared with the once earth-shattering torrent, Huai Shi only had a ray of residual light in his hands, but even with this ray of residual light, as the blade slashed, he let out a tearing dragon's roar.

The light that cut through the darkness disappeared in a flash.

But the endless dragon fire was like a flood, separated from the sword blade to the two sides.

The raging ocean is opened up under the majestic and mighty sword blade.

Divide the sea.

Huai Shi moves forward like a broken bamboo!

The demon dragon roared furiously, roaring at Huai Shi. But the white horse raised its iron hooves and trampled on its face, crushing its pitch-black scales.

Regardless of the embers of the burning fire, the white horse smashed through the phantom of the magic dragon, and forcibly broke into the endless and deep darkness. Huai Shi raised the blade again, and launched a non-returning impact towards the carriage that was galloping ahead.

The crown of Paradise emerged from above his head, and the light tore through the squirming darkness, stinging the reflected eye pupil in the distant time and space.

announced the arrival of the prince.

The darkness screamed and collided with the last afterglow.

A piercing chirp erupted.

Countless rains of blood poured out to the surroundings, and as that ray of light advanced, advanced, advanced again, from Huai Shi's roar, it penetrated into the depths of darkness.

"I'm here to save you, Luo Xian!"

On the burning white horse, the mountain ghost screamed, forging ahead with all its strength, broke through the last barrier, and stabbed the blade towards Luo Xian in the darkness.

Her Royal Highness the Lonely Princess raised her eyes, bloody.

In the next moment, the white horse and the chariot passed by alternately.

In the dead silence, there is only the whine of disintegration.

The victory and defeat have been divided.

As the rain of blood splashed again, it fell on the ground like tears, and the galloping chariot stopped abruptly.

"What a pity, Huai Shi."

On the carriage, Her Royal Highness the Princess looked back disappointed in the darkness: "No one of you can be saved."

There was a line of blood dripping from the blade in her hand.

In the silent street, the galloping white horse suddenly staggered, took two steps forward with difficulty, knelt down powerlessly on the ground, and stirred up a cloud of dust.

Blood color spread from its body.

Turning back with difficulty, it lightly licked the prince's broken face with approval and pity.

Don't blame yourself, Your Highness, at least you fought until the last moment.

Its figure gradually became illusory and disappeared without a sound.

Huai Shi fell into the dust, a pool of blood spread from under his body, broken sounds resounded from the depths of his body, one after another, announcing the coming of death.

He lost.

"That's it...is it over?"

Luo Xian stared at that figure quietly for a long, long time, until the last hope in her downcast eyes dissipated.

The soul that was on the verge of the limit made a cracking sound.

Endless darkness surged, finally opening a gap leading to somewhere.

Those faint calls sounded again, as if whispering softly in the ear.

so clear.

In the surging darkness, vague phantoms slowly emerged from it, prostrated respectfully on the ground, waiting for her return.

"You...have you come to pick me up?"

Luo Xian asked softly.

Then, a slender figure rose from the crack of nothingness, and the cold and tyrannical majesty was revealed from the distant abyss. Facing her, he stretched out his palm, carrying the redemption and gift from the abyss.

Wait for her response.

Lead her to the paradise that really belongs to her.

This is the reunion after a long absence, the return after 24 years.

"Wait a moment……"

There are discordant voices, which sound from this warm abyss reunion, which is a big spoiler.

"it's not finished yet."

The embarrassed boy who was lying in blood made a sound.

Facing Luo Xian, he stretched out his hand with difficulty, and told her: "I... am still alive..."

Luo Xian turned her head and saw him stiffly propped up his body, fell to the ground again, got up again, crawled like a dog, and moved forward.

He approached her inch by inch.

"Not dead yet?"

She whispered softly, and immediately fell into confusion.

No, it should have... died long ago, right?

There was no rhythm of steps to be heard, nor the muffled sound of a heartbeat.

But as the pair of empty eyes lifted up, the fragmented body propped up its arms, and climbed up from the ground again almost unbelievably.

She didn't have the slightest doubt about her own ability. Huai Shi should have died as early as the moment they passed by.

But what is it that remains there?

Is it a stubborn obsession? Consciousness that never dissipated? Or a broken soul?

Whatever it is, it's downright unpleasant.

It's like a sticky brown candy, sticking to your body, after facing so many rejections and setbacks, you are still entangled...Why are you so shameless?

"Wait a moment……"

Huai Shi murmured hollowly, "I'll be here soon..."

Why are you still alive?

Even Huai Shi herself didn't know.

He forgot who he was, where he was, and even what he was doing.

He just tried very hard to survive, trying to get up from the ground, prop up his numb body, and stumble forward, just like he had done countless times in the past.

But he couldn't find where his goal was.

I don't even know if what I'm doing has any meaning.

For some reason, in a trance, he seemed to hear a familiar voice.

"...At that time, will you still treat monsters like us so equally, Huai Shi?"

"Are you going to save innocent people?"

The distant voice asked softly, with pity and anticipation, longing for his answer: "Will justice still reach out to those like you who ask for help?"

Even if the world treats you badly.

Even if many times, you are powerless to all these and find that you can't do anything...

Even if everything you do is in vain.

"Huaishi, will you still go...to become a hero?"

"That's—of course!"

Huai Shi roared vigorously, stirring her broken heart, and tried her best to answer the voice, enduring the pain that made her want to cry, and took a step forward in embarrassment.

One more step.

"Don't be afraid, Luo Xian, I'll be right over..."

Facing the darkness, he stretched out his hand, wanting to touch that distant shadow.

As if abandoned by the whole world, she stood alone in the deepest part of the darkness, her dark eyes reflecting the appearance of hell, silent without any waves.

Lonely as if leaving this world.

Huai Shi opened her mouth, wanting to speak, but couldn't make a sound. He had a lot of things he wanted to say to Luo Xian, but he couldn't say them out.

He wanted to tell her not to go.

Do not go into the abyss, please stay in the human world.

Don't become a monster.

don't lose yourself...

"Please... don't be afraid."

Staring at her cheeks close at hand, Huai Shi struggled to open and close her lips, exhausted her last strength, raised her hands, and hugged her gently.

Luo Xian was stunned.

Feeling the gradually fading temperature, she raised her pupils and stared blankly at Huai Shi's broken face, but saw that dirty face, with difficulty evoking a final smile.

I have come to rescue you, Your Highness.

In the shadow under his feet, the ghost that had been waiting for a long time rose up, poured out the last ounce of essence, tightly grasped the sword of virtue in his hand, and stabbed forward.

It penetrated Huai Shi's back and pierced Luo Xian's chest.

A gentle glow glowed from the blade.

Gone in a flash, and disappeared without a trace.

"...Is that the only way?"

Luo Xian looked at the broken face in bewilderment, full of puzzlement.

Will this kind of trick work?

It's not novel, it's not even peculiar, it's nothing more than a gimmick of mutual destruction. But Huai Shi's remaining strength was not even enough to pierce her heart.

A futile last struggle.

It doesn't make any sense.

At that moment, the darkness... rioted!

"you……"

Luo Xian froze in place, lowered her head in disbelief, and saw the blood flowing from the wound on her chest.

Severe pain.

But this unprecedented pain is different from the past... It is clearer, more real, and more unbearable.

Even though the scar was only a shallow line, under this almost dusty wound, in her shattered soul, the tragic wailing of the demon dragon sounded.

The stigmata was violently turbulent, but then, it fell apart along with the darkness.

Because something has arrived.

descended into her body.

Behind her, the fissure leading to the abyss violently turbulent, countless vague figures neighed angrily, and flew over desperately, trying to break through the final barrier. But it became more and more erratic with the tremors of the darkness, and quickly dissipated...

She froze in place.

She felt an unbearable pain erupting from her heart, but for some reason, she couldn't help being afraid.

It was as if... in the hollow of the soul, something sprouted, blossomed, and then bear fruit, and the fruit fell from the branch and returned to the dry soil.

It brings fleeting sweetness, and unprecedented loss and satisfaction.

It's too contradictory, too weird, and too scary.

Obviously want to get it again, but I want to give something more than getting it. Obviously want to take possession again, but what do you want to give more than possession...

After a drop of water fell, it set off a turbulent wave, engulfing everything that had been there before.

From the long emptiness, the first thing I felt was bewilderment and confusion, and then, in the gentle diffusion, I felt the so-called tenderness, pity and sympathy...

In desperation, I felt the happiness in the mirror.

Finally, in the midst of sadness and bitterness, I feel the joy and happiness that make me dread.

Unbelievable, totally incomprehensible.

"What the hell..."

When she came back to her senses, she was already sitting in the dust in a state of embarrassment, unable to bear this cruel torture any longer. She choked up, couldn't help shedding tears, and wailed and screamed: "What the hell is this?!"

"Silly boy."

Huai Shi raised her hand, wiped the dust off her face, and told her softly, "Of course it's love."

In this cruel world, besides love, is there anything that can overcome killing and death?

In front of his chest, in the heart that was pierced and torn by the sword blade, there was a last ray of weak light emerging... so gentle, so quiet.

This is what you long for, Luo Xian.

The last essence transformed by the imprisoned hand, from the tempering of pain and despair, the radiance born from the soul - pure love.

Giving without taking anything, giving without hurting anyone, helping without expecting anything in return, and redeeming without waiting for gratitude...

Luo Xian raised her head dully, her lips pursed, and felt the warmth of the palm on her cheek for the first time, as well as the joy and relief in the boy's smile.

"It's too despicable, Huai Shi, to sneak up on me." She raised her head, suppressed the urge to cry, and gasped for breath: "Can't you be a decent prince once?"

"I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness."

Huai Shi smiled regretfully: "Times have changed, and now the 'shameless and obscene' prince persona is more popular."

"It's because of this, it's because of this...you can't find a girlfriend..."

Luo Xian choked with sobs, but she could no longer restrain the sadness and joy in her chest, hugged the boy in front of her tightly, and cried loudly in embarrassment.

Just like a child.

Finally found the way home.

Tears slid down her cheeks, scattered the dust, and fell into Huai Shi's palm.

Like dew on a desert.

In a trance, Huai Shi seems to have glimpsed the darkness that is constantly collapsing behind Luo Xian, as well as the deepest part of the darkness, the majestic silhouette that is gradually dissipating.

At the moment before leaving, she cast a seemingly indifferent glance at Huai Shi, whether it was approval or anger, she didn't know. Immediately afterwards, it disappeared into the collapsed crack.

Never see you again.

"It seems... I won."

Huai Shi forced a smile, closed her eyes, and fell on her back.

In the unbearable drowsiness and stupor, finally ushered in the embrace of death.

This is the end of this duel.

The prince saved the princess.

Love conquers all.

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