If the final duels in the other two battlefields could be described as spectacular, then the duels here could only be described as tragic. Ice% Fire * Chinese.
"Pfft!"
With the sound of flesh tearing, an arrow pierced through the air and pierced through Rama's shoulder, leaving a trail of dark red blood on it.
"Ugh …!"
Luo Mo could not help but stop dodging the arrows that were flying towards him. He let out a muffled cry and stretched out his hand to grab the arrow that had pierced into his shoulder. He pulled it out forcefully, causing blood to spurt out again.
"Ha … Ha … Ha …"
Rama panted in pain. His body was already riddled with holes. Not only was his abdomen severely injured, but every other part of his body had traces of being pierced by arrows.
However, compared to the physical pain, the pain in his heart was what was truly tormenting Rama.
"Siddhartha …"
Rama called out his wife's name as if he was in pain.
In response, Siddhartha, who was nocking an arrow, revealed a poignant and evil smile.
"You're finally willing to call my name. Lord Rama, you're calling my name in such despair, powerlessness, and pain."
Siddhartha spoke with disgust.
"When I was pregnant with your flesh and blood but was abandoned by the river, I also called your name like this. Lord Rama, do you know?"
As he spoke, Siddhartha released the arrows on his bow. Three arrows streaked through the air and approached Rama at a shocking speed.
"Clang! Clang! Clang!"
Rama immediately waved the Inextinguishable Blade. Amidst the sounds of metal clashing, the three arrows were deflected.
However, there was a fourth arrow hidden behind the three arrows. Before Rama could retract his Invincible Blade, the fourth arrow landed heavily on his thigh.
"Pfft!"
After an unknown number of tearing sounds, the arrow pierced through Rama's thigh.
"Ah …!"
Rama immediately knelt on one knee involuntarily.
"Hehehe … hehehehe …"
Looking at Rama's miserable state, Siddhartha laughed happily and hatefully.
"Let me hear your cries of pain again. More … more … enough to cover the hatred in my heart!"
Siddhartha spoke like a vengeful spirit and continued to shoot arrows at Rama.
Romo could only pull out the arrow from his thigh and stand up with all his might. He dodged with all his might and used the Everlasting Blade to deflect the incoming arrow, barely protecting his vital parts from being hit.
Logically speaking, Rama should not have been reduced to such a state.
Even if he wasn't summoned as an adult, even if he didn't appear as an archer, he was still a genuine top-level servant. Even if he couldn't crush Siddhartha, he shouldn't be reduced to such a one-sided shooting situation.
However, even if he had monstrous martial power, how could Rama display it in front of Siddhartha?
"I hate you …! I hate you …! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Rama …! "
Siddhartha kept spitting out words of resentment and shooting arrows at Rama.
To Rama, Siddhartha's words that were filled with resentment were like the sharpest arrow in the world, continuously piercing into his heart.
What really hurt Rama wasn't the arrows that pierced his body, but the arrows that pierced his heart.
Recalling everything he had done to Siddhartha before he died and looking at Siddhartha's mournful curses, Rama's heart was already riddled with holes.
"Do you hate me that much? Siddhartha! "
That was the only question left for Rama.
Then …
"Yes, Rama. I hate you. Siddhartha hates you. I hate you incomparably."
Siddhartha declared like this.
"So, can I ask you to die?"
This became the last arrow that pierced Rama.
"Pfft!" "Pfft!" "Pfft!"
Rama's body was pierced by the arrows one after another. As blood spilled, he finally couldn't fight anymore and slowly fell to the ground.
"Ah ah … it's over … Lord Rama …"
Siddhartha spoke in a tone that seemed both happy and regretful.
"Siddhartha still wanted to give you more despair and more pain, but it seems like this is the end."
As she spoke, Siddhartha raised the bow in her hand and aimed the arrow at Rama.
"Don't worry, I will set Lord Rama free. Lord Rama doesn't have to fight anymore."
Siddhartha's words entered Rama's ears and also entered his riddled heart.
(Ah ah … is it over …?)
Rama fell to the ground and looked at the bow that Siddhartha raised at him. He couldn't help but laugh at himself.
(Perhaps, this is the ending that suits me.)
Rama was very satisfied to be summoned in his youth and to be able to love Siddhartha wholeheartedly.
Rama also thought that only the current him had the right to seek Siddhartha. Only the current him could offer up everything for Siddhartha and finally compensate her so that she could get what she deserved.
However, this was ultimately just his wishful thinking.
Siddhartha didn't care about his compensation at all. Even if she had any feelings for him, hatred was the first thing that should naturally exist.
After all …
(This is the price I have to pay for abandoning Siddhartha. This is the revenge I deserve.)
So, this was good.
(This way, if Siddhartha can get a little redemption, that would be enough.)
Rama thought to himself.
In the end …
(A curse is still a curse.)
The curse of never being able to meet and even if they did meet, the curse of not being able to enjoy joy was indeed taking effect at this very moment.
(Even if we meet, this is the only ending we will have.)
Rama closed his eyes as if he had accepted his fate.
Just as Rama was about to close his eyes …
"Siddhartha …?"
Rama accidentally saw Siddhartha's face that was about to give him the final blow. He was stunned on the spot.
Because …
"Goodbye, Lord Rama."
Siddhartha smiled evilly.
However, perhaps even she herself didn't notice it, right?
As she smiled, her face was unknowingly covered in tears.
Yes.
She was crying.
Siddhartha was crying.
Seeing this, Rama instantly understood.
(Siddhartha … doesn't really hate Yu …!)
That made sense.
How could that Siddhartha hate him?
Just like how he had always loved her, Siddhartha had always loved him too.
At the thought of this, Rama's battered heart burned again.
It was anger towards himself.
"She actually suspects that you hate Yu?"
This was the biggest form of distrust.
When she was alive, Rama had already shown distrust towards Siddhartha, causing her to suffer the injustice of having her chastity destroyed.
Now, she actually showed this distrust again. This made Rama's heart burn with anger towards herself.
"Swoosh!"
At this moment, Siddhartha had already released her arrow.
The arrow pierced through the air and shot towards Rama's head.
"Oh …! Oh oh oh oh oh …! "
Rama roared angrily.
"Clang!"
The Blade of Immortality was swung with more force than ever before, flicking the arrow away.
"Huh?"
Siddhartha was stunned.
Meanwhile, Rama struggled to get up from the ground.
"I'm sorry, Siddhartha."
Rama stared at Siddhartha and said in a firm tone that he had never used before.
"Yu was wrong. Yu shouldn't have thought that everything would be solved just because I appeared in the world as a teenager."
Since he appeared in the world in his past form, the trial that he had encountered should appear along with him.
"You must be held captive by an invisible demon king now, right?"
Rama wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth, his eyes shining.
"Wait for Yu."
"Yu."
"Yu will come and save you now."
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