The moment Huai Shi lowered his eyes, Lu Baiyan finally noticed the coldness that was slowly engulfing him.
It was like a tranquil sea of ice, coldly pulling at him, robbing him of all his strength to struggle, and sending him to the coldness in the deepest part of the darkness …
Something called Death.
Something called Judgment.
After seventy years, it had once again appeared in front of him …
Accompanied by the figures that had passed away in the past.
Under the vast night sky, countless sparkling stars quietly sprinkled down. The figures that had appeared countless times in his dreams and memories seemed to have returned from the past.
They coldly looked down at his face.
Full of contempt.
"Why …"
His empty eyes were stung by those gazes. Lu Baiyan's expression convulsed and gradually twisted. "Why do I have to be a traitor!
"I just hesitated for a moment …
"I just … I just couldn't do anything!"
He screamed shrilly and struggled with all his might. Dried blood flowed out from the wounds on his arms again, forming ugly graffiti with difficulty.
Using up the last of his Source Form, he tore his own chest apart!
He forcefully tore off the flesh that had been pierced through by Hatred. Ignoring the thousands of holes in his body, he activated Shadow Burial Shuttle.
But there was no more power for him to squander …
He only ran for two meters before being squeezed out of the shadows under Huai Shi's gaze. He rolled on the ground, staggered up, and ran wildly on his hands and feet.
He ran into the distance.
Towards … the door that was already very close.
"Beelzebub."
Huai Shi calmly raised his gun. "Don't kill him."
"Okay!"
The youth's phantom grinned malevolently. In an instant, Lu Baiyan's left leg exploded into a bloody mist. His calf separated from his body, flew up, and fell down.
Lu Baiyan fell to the ground and raised his right leg with difficulty, trying to support himself.
Huai Shi pulled the trigger again.
Bang!
The knee of his right leg was also shattered.
He fell into the melted snow and mud.
He was still convulsing and struggling.
He could no longer feel pain …
But in the dizziness, those illusions seemed to become clearer.
They stood on either side of him, quietly watching all of this, admiring his ugly appearance.
"I'm sorry … I'm sorry …"
He apologized incoherently, but did not know what to say.
They hid their faces in the mud and frozen ice in fear, not daring to look again.
He could only instinctively use the blood drawn on his arms to crawl on the ground, fleeing for his life. Little by little, he wriggled on the ground and moved forward.
"Goodbye, everyone …"
He muttered to himself, "I'm going on a trip."
"Go to a place … where I can go …"
Just like that, he dragged his broken body and crawled with all his might.
Towards the place where he could escape pain and sin …
Go to hell.
Even if he was despised by others and suffered eternal torture, it didn't matter.
"I'm sorry … I'm sorry …"
Lu Baiyan kept repeating. He reached out and tried to touch the door frame of hell.
Finally, he saw the figure waiting behind the door.
The smiling Woodman lowered his head and stretched out his palm to him.
He was stunned, as if he was pleasantly surprised. He reached out his hand expectantly, wanting to hold that glimmer of fallen hope. But no matter what, he couldn't get any closer.
Because someone had grabbed his right ankle and was pulling him backward cruelly.
He was dragged back to the human world, under the indifferent gaze of countless eyes.
He was stunned. He screamed in horror, shouted vaguely, and sobbed. He tried his best to kick and finally broke free from the pull of that hand. Once again, he crawled towards hell.
Bit by bit …
Slowly and painfully, he crawled towards the door of liberation.
Then, he was pulled back again.
Once again, until he lost all his strength and stopped in front of the door in despair. He no longer had the strength to hold that hand.
Beside him, Huai Shi looked down calmly.
"It's time to say goodbye."
He said, "Lu Baiyan, you have to say goodbye to your friend."
"I …"
Lu Baiyan murmured blankly, "I … I still have … I still have …"
"I'm sorry, your voice is a little soft. I can't hear you clearly."
Huai Shi rolled up his sleeves and folded them up, revealing his arm, "But it's okay, you can continue … whatever you say."
"But, no matter what you say, the result won't change."
On the right hand that turned from flesh to metal, the pale alchemy fire lit up, illuminating Huai Shi's calm face and his silent eyes.
In the darkness, there was only a distant silence …
"It's time, Lu Baiyan."
At that moment, there was a painful scream.
As if his soul was being torn apart, it cruelly ravaged his will, bringing about the suffering and torture in the furnace.
The burning Iron Hand had already pierced into his body.
— The forging began!
Great Si Ming's talent, Yang Birth, was activated.
Like plucking a ripe fruit from a tree, when Huai Shi pulled out his hand, he pulled out the remaining broken roots and the crown carved from white jade.
Under the burning of the alchemy fire, all the sediment in the abyss dissipated silently.
The Miracle of Purification transformed again, turning into an ancient book from Huai Shi's hand.
Then, Huai Shi reached out his hand again, causing the pain to come again and the suffering to last forever.
Just like that, he searched the cracked soul inch by inch. Holding it tightly, he pulled out the crystal of Heaven's Inquisition, a jade amulet overflowing with clouds and flowing light.
Finally, he reached out his hand for the third time.
Finally, he grasped his soul tightly.
Amidst the shrill and hoarse screams, he cast flames on his soul, forcibly manipulating all his Source Substances to shrink inwards, until finally, it formed a pitch-black ink stick. Pulled out!
The moment Huai Shi let go, the broken body fell to the ground silently.
There was no light in the dull eyes, only emptiness left. Sticky saliva dripped from the corner of his mouth, mixed with strands of blood …
His soul had welcomed the destruction.
But it wasn't over yet.
In the silence, Huai Shi pulled out the Axe of Wrath, aimed it at his neck, and raised it.
It was just like what Russell had said.
Coldly and mercilessly, he would carry out the duty of Great Si Ming, using the most straightforward and cruel method to destroy the traitor!
Only then could he demonstrate the existence of justice and justice.
Just like that, under the observation mirror, in front of the gates of hell, under the witness of the whole world …
— The judgment had arrived!
Slash!
Viscous blood spurted out, crossing the gates of hell, as if landing on the face of the phantom.
It made the eternal smile on Woodman's face turn gloomy.
Until now, Huai Shi raised his head and looked behind the door coldly.
"Didn't you want it?"
He lifted his leg and kicked the thing on the ground over, "Here, for you."
The head rolled and stopped at Woodman's feet.
It slowly stopped.
This was the answer from Celestial genealogy.
.
.
At the same time, in a different place.
In the reflection of the fast food restaurant, Woodman sighed regretfully.
"What a pity, he died … He transformed from pain and followed his own will to choose hell. What kind of fruit will this despair brought about by the shame and self-denial that has been brewing for seventy years bear?"
He said, "Just a little bit more, and he could have become our companion."
"Or, you can also change your method."
Russell suggested sincerely, "If you really care about brotherhood so much, you can accompany him if he can't accompany you … If you're in a hurry, you can sign up now. I can ask Huai Shi to give you a discount."
"Haha, you're humorous, as always."
Woodman shook his head, "Golden Dawn is not like you, becoming a place that begins to weaken because of a little setback … We still have a long way to go."
"Don't worry, it won't be too long. It will be over soon."
Russell shook his head. "That day will come very soon. Woodman, before that … no matter what you want, I can guarantee that you won't be able to get anything!"
"It sounds scary."
Woodman rubbed his eyes as if he was wiping away nonexistent tears, "I will start to look forward to it, Russell. However, you're wrong about one thing. "
He paused for a moment and no longer hid the ferocity in his smile.
"We prefer things that we don't have. Take it yourself!"
.
At this moment, on the snowy plains, Woodman looked up with the same smile.
"Huai Shi, to thank you for your gift."
He said, "I also have a gift for you."
In between his slowly opened hands, a light screen appeared, revealing a scenery that Huai Shi was extremely familiar with.
The quiet campus, the echoing bell, and the crowds coming and going.
The ivory tower!
Above the light screen, the empty sky shattered with a loud bang!
Pairs of huge and empty eyes appeared from behind the shattered sky and looked down. Countless rays of light lit up in the darkness.
Those were stars.
The stars from hell fell with a loud bang.
Destruction descended on the peaceful academy!
An ear-piercing alarm instantly sounded in every corner. Then, layers of defenses appeared out of thin air and shrouded every building.
Emergency measures were activated.
All the students who were doing activities or watching the live broadcast were pulled by the main framework of creation to the six deepest shelters. Then, according to age, sequence, and faculty composition, they were separated into groups of three to prevent the spread of the danger.
And the surging flames and chaos had already spread out from this city that had been quiet for a long time.
A large hand appeared from outside the crack at the border, clenched into a fist, and slowly closed in. Then, the five fingers opened, and countless seeds of hell were thrown into the world below.
Sowing the seeds of death and extinction.
On the cracked square, the creator named Mathers looked up, reached out, touched the brim of his hat, and knocked on the gong with his cane.
In an instant, the twin spirals spread out from nothing.
With the bloodline of the Abyss as a link, a domain descended, isolating the inside from the outside.
The [Inner Formation] was activated.
And then, behind the crack, the most glorious star that burned with layers of flames finally fell from the sky and landed on the ground.
The vast border suddenly trembled.
Unbearably heavy.
36 rays of light spread out in all directions, echoing from an ancient chant.
The skinny old man that looked like he was made of steel raised his face.
Based on this piece of land in a foreign land.
— — the Heretic King!
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