A soft sound came from behind Mathers.
He froze on the spot and lowered his head in shock.
He saw the wound that suddenly appeared on his chest, and blood slowly flowed out from it.
But what was even more terrifying was not the wound on his flesh, but the bullet that shot into his body from behind.
Numbered spell bullet.
Sequence ST-173.
It was a convenient weapon that the Astronomy Society had meticulously created for high-threat targets. Every single one of them pursued extreme lethality and power at all costs. They did not hesitate to increase the cost by ten times, or even a hundred times, just to increase the power by an insignificant amount.
Now, the bullet that was full of curse poison shattered in his chest, causing the skin around his wound to quickly pale and dehydrate. It turned into a handful of snowflake-like ashes and rustled down.
Even if it did not kill him, it still left a tragic hole in his chest.
The change in the secret instrument was interrupted.
In fact, this sudden attack had even exposed a weakness that he shouldn't have ….
When he slowly turned his head, he saw two figures struggling out of the black mud behind him.
The first to walk out was a tireless steel-like figure. As the nightmare mud slid down, it revealed a metalized body.
Under the traces of rust, the silver light shone.
It was like an indomitable tin soldier in a fairy tale.
After passing through the long nightmare, he carried his companion's arm and walked out of the corrosion of the rotten dream, returning to the world again.
He had completed his final mission.
Beside him was a figure that could be said to be thin.
Black mud slowly slid down her hair and suit, revealing a pale face and the heavy breathing device on her face.
She did not sleep in the nightmare, nor did she hide in the defense. Instead, she chose to face the nightmare with a clear mind, using her rationality to resist the erosion of despair and pain.
Behind the goggles, her eyes were still calm, without any collapse or madness.
It was as if the person who was eroded by the nightmare was an unknown cat or dog that had nothing to do with her.
She just calmly aimed, raised her arm, and used all the strength she had saved for this, pulling the trigger without trembling.
At the most critical moment, the greetings from the Astronomy Society were sent.
Letting the rusty pistol fall from her fingertips, she raised her hand, took off the troublesome breathing device, and waved goodbye to Mathers.
I hope we can never meet again.
In that instant, the roar of the giant cannon soared into the sky.
The frenzied lightning gathered into a beam and spewed out from it, as if a god had thrown down a lightning spear from the clouds.
It crudely smashed the layers of obstacles in front of it, creating deep cracks on the crisscrossing double spiral pillars. Ignoring the layers of erosion and deflection, it went straight ahead.
In the end, in the seal of the Double Helix Secret Instrument, a shallow trace was cut open.
It was just a thin line.
However, it had completely broken through the Golden Dawn's blockade and once again connected the Stellaris to the outside world.
In the blink of an eye, the rainbow light descended from the sky, whistling through the air.
If the Bifröst in the present realm were to cast a beam of power into the inner side of the Astral Cruiser, countless rays of light would soar into the sky and whiz away under the guidance of the Bifröst.
At this moment, on the Stellaris, all the passengers, staff, members of the Astronomy Society, and even the dream formed by the masses in the deepest part of the Rotten Dream disappeared from the Stellaris under the teleportation of the Bifröst.
When countless figures appeared on the huge teleportation platform at the border of the capital, the staff at the scene and in the command room couldn't help but exclaim in excitement.
Even in the central decision-making room of the Central Bureau, many people finally breathed a sigh of relief.
The hostage rescue was successfully completed.
Next, they could launch an attack without any scruples.
The slight imperfection was that when the personnel of the dispatch department checked the list and number later, they noticed something was wrong in the report from the capital.
Excluding the six unlucky people who were confirmed to have died, the 402 passengers who got off the ship early, and the members of the Fine Night Society, everyone on the Stellaris should have appeared here.
"But why is there one missing?"
The clerk frowned blankly and looked at the only name on the empty list of missing people.
The supervisor of the Astronomy Society in Xinhai.
"… Huai Shi?"
.
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Five minutes ago, when Jupiter's lightning exploded, the Book of Steel slowly closed.
"Get ready."
Beelzebub looked up and said, "We should go."
"Huh?" Huai Shi was shocked. "So soon?"
"It's the Astronomy Society, after all. No matter how ridiculous it is now, the foundation is there," Beelzebub said.
Beelzebub told him, "I think it won't be long before the Rainbow Bridge connects here and takes us away. After that, everything here will have nothing to do with you and me … Speaking of which, how's your house? It should be big, right? "
"It's considered big, right?"
Huai Shi thought for a moment and scratched his head. Sparks flew. "There's a small yard. What's wrong?"
"Is there a bookshelf? I'm afraid it'll be hard for me to stay like this after I leave here. "
Beelzebub sighed regretfully. "You don't seem to like reading. Just make a shelf and put me on it when you don't need it. Can you connect me to a WIFI connection while you're at it? "
"Don't worry. Broadband at the border, five gigabits. I can download everything in seconds!"
Huai Shi asked, "Do you have any other requests?"
Beelzebub thought for a moment and shook his head calmly.
"But is it really okay to leave like this?" Huai Shi asked again. "Are you really going to leave like this?"
Beelzebub was amused. "Do I have to settle down in the Rotten Dream?"
"It's not completely the Rotten Dream, right?"
Huai Shi shook his head and looked at him intently. "Before the Rotten Dream invaded the Stellaris, who did this dream belong to, Beelzebub?"
"…"
Beelzebub did not answer.
"It's Orton's dream, right?"
Huai Shi sighed softly. "Isn't what you've been trying to maintain the last thing he left in this world?
Otherwise, you could've just left. After being given life, even if you don't have legs, you wouldn't have been trapped in the engine room for so many years, right? "
Beelzebub was silent for a long time before answering calmly, "As the central control system of Orysses, I have to follow the user's orders."
"But as Beelzebub?"
Huai Shi stared straight at him. "After gaining a sense of self, you're no longer a tool, right? Tools don't give themselves names, Beelzebub. Tools also don't cry for others and provoke the Golden Dawn.
Is Orton's order for you to feel indignant for him? Or will he let you stay alone on the Stellaris just to maintain a remnant dream? "
In silence, he opened his palm and summoned the projection of the Book of Destiny. He showed it to the blonde youth in front of him and asked solemnly,
"Answer me, Beelzebub. What was Orton's last order?"
Beelzebub closed his eyes and sighed helplessly.
Once again, he recalled the contractor who smiled at him when he was dying. His face was covered in blood, but it seemed to be filled with sunshine.
He reached out and pressed on its cover.
Using the last of his strength, he released it from its restraints.
When it opened its eyes in confusion for the first time and faced this world, it saw that regretless and pathetic smile.
"Sorry, this must be very cruel to you, right?"
Orton looked at the fluorescent light on the cover and murmured softly, "After I die, there will be no more orders to restrain you. Lord of the Flies, will you feel angry or relieved?"
He hugged his last companion softly and murmured, "If you're lost, follow your own wishes and give yourself a new name … Then, make new friends and go on adventures with them."
It was as if he could see that kind of future.
The man named Orton smiled longingly as he gave his final order.
"From now on, you're free to live …"
From the moment he was born, Beelzebub had never cried.
But when Orton closed his eyes, he started to hate himself — hate himself for not being able to cry.
From that day until today, he had been repenting for his birth.
If he hadn't given it his last strength — no, if he had taken away the strength he had accumulated all this time — Orton would have been able to persevere, right?
Perhaps, there would have been a one in ten thousand chance that he would be rescued.
For the first and last time in his life, Lord of the Flies disobeyed the contractor's order.
It stayed in Orton's last dream and didn't start a new life as the contractor hoped.
Instead, it used all its strength to maintain the existence of all of this.
It hoped that one day, the signal for help scattered in the Abyss would be received and its companions from the Utopia would arrive. It would then send Orton's last dream back to the Kingdom of Heaven and introduce itself as a noble and loyal friend to everyone. It would tell those people that even in the end, his noble ideals and character had never wavered.
It would tell the future generations everything about him, the legend of Orton.
But in the long years, no one came.
The Kingdom of Heaven had abandoned them.
Only it remained here alone, preserving Orton's last trace.
Day after day, year after year.
It waited quietly.
Until one day, a young man from afar embarked on an ill-fated journey.
It opened its eyes from its deep sleep, full of joy … At the same time, it began to fear the departure that was about to happen.
"Now, answer me, Beelzebub."
Huai Shi asked softly, "Is it really okay to leave like this?"
Beelzebub wanted to tell him that it was okay. As a tool, it didn't matter where it was. But in fact, he knew that it wasn't okay. Not at all!
He didn't want to leave.
He didn't want to abandon all his past memories here and watch his most precious treasures disappear into the dust with his own eyes.
Just thinking about it made him feel like he was about to cry.
If he could cry to express the sadness of leaving, he would feel less guilty when he left, right? He could forget Orton shamelessly and start a new life.
But is it really okay to leave like this, Beelzebub?
"Sorry, Huai Shi, I don't want to leave …"
He choked, lowered his head, and begged, "Please, help me … Even if it's meaningless, at least let me do it for Orton … for him …"
"Okay."
Huai Shi nodded. "I'll help you, Beelzebub."
He didn't wait for him to finish.
The Apocalypse Dragon raised his sharp claws and gently placed them on his hair. He told him, "Don't worry.
"Because you're my friend."
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