The sobbing sound turned into a terrifying roar in the darkness.
As Natasha ran away, more and more cries of shock were heard. Countless bloody and terrifying eyes were focused on her.
"That guy already knows about the node. I have to go back and report to the queen. I can't let it be destroyed here." Natasha thought to herself, but she ran even faster.
However, Natasha had lost the source of her magic power, so she could only run with her feet. In the dark Black Forest, even the dried-up branches could stop her from running away.
Under a dark hill, Natasha didn't pay attention and bumped into a skeleton wearing armor.
She didn't know what the armor was made of, but it was very hard. Natasha's balance was broken by this sudden accident.
After a muffled groan, Natasha fell to her knees.
She looked down and saw that her right ankle had begun to emit a sizzling sound, and a spark of electricity exploded. Natasha only heard a few cracking sounds, and then she couldn't feel her right foot anymore.
"Damn it, it actually malfunctioned at this time. I had checked it before the mission!" Natasha's eyes flashed fiercely.
An ear-piercing scream came from behind.
Natasha turned around and saw the face of a horrifying undead with blue veins around its eyes. Its eyes were white, and its face was green with fangs. It was less than ten centimeters away from the tip of her nose!
Natasha's heart skipped a beat. She didn't try to attack, because any attack would be useless if she didn't have any attribute that could restrain the undead.
She used her left foot, which could still move, to kick the dead tree next to her.
As the branches of the dead tree swayed and fell, Natasha took advantage of the counterforce and rolled to the other side. However, she obviously used too much strength this time, and her right foot was damaged, so she didn't step on the brake in time. After the first roll, she rolled a second time.
It would have been fine if it were just two rolls, but God seemed to be against her. The direction she rolled happened to be an extremely steep slope. Normally, she would have to lean forward to maintain her center of gravity when standing on it. But at this moment, Natasha, who could not control herself, rolled down directly.
Natasha remained calm as she rolled. She could see the dust flying into her face, and she could also hear the cracking sounds of broken branches as she rolled. At the same time, she could feel the gears on the right side of her body falling off, and the hissing sound of machinery being destroyed.
Because his right leg was crippled, the entire right side of his body was affected?
Natasha was still thinking when the rolling finally stopped. She forced herself to sit up with her bloodied left hand.
At this moment, a lightning snake suddenly descended from the rolling black clouds in the sky.
The moment the white light flickered, Natasha's current appearance could be seen clearly. She was extremely miserable. The dress was so tattered that it was impossible to see its original appearance. The skin on the right side of her body was completely broken, revealing the mechanical gears, steel bars, and various brakes.
Now, the mechanical fire on the right half of the body flickered, white smoke overflowing.
Obviously, the right half of her body was almost destroyed.
And her left half was also very miserable. Unlike the right half of her body which was mechanical, the left half of her body was made of flesh and blood. At this moment, the left half of her body was full of scars, some of which were so deep that the bones could be seen.
Her long golden curly hair was also dyed red with blood. She looked very miserable.
Natasha took a long breath and looked around. This was a flat land, and there were no trees within a radius of 20 meters.
"I've already deviated from the route. Can I still go back?" Natasha's eyes flashed with absent-mindedness.
She heard a shrill cry behind her. Natasha turned her head, and a large number of glowing figures were reflected in her bloodshot brown eyes.
She didn't know when, but hundreds of undead had appeared behind her, and these undead were still gathering. Even if these undead hadn't attacked her yet, the evil, crazy, wanton, and sorrowful aura had already affected her rationality, which was already on the verge of collapsing.
"This place is already very far from that guy's territory, but there are still so many undead here. So, it's really that guy's doing?" A dim light flashed in Natasha's eyes. She knew that she would most likely be destroyed here.
Even if she ran back to the node, that guy would definitely set up an ambush near the node.
No matter what, she could not go back.
Unless … unless someone came to save her.
Natasha thought of this possibility and secretly shook her head. She was just a cyborg. She could even be called a mechanical puppet. Why would anyone come to save her? Besides, everyone in Dark Castle had their own things to do. No one would come to save her.
Natasha could not help but smile bitterly. Looking at the undead that were getting closer and closer to her, she knew that she was not far from being destroyed.
Perhaps after the King of the Twilight had cleaned up these Undead, someone would discover his remains.
Some of the metals that made up her body were still precious. Maybe they would be refined into a mechanical puppet, but the consciousness that would awaken from the mechanical puppet would not be her.
"Sister Natasha, you will come back. I saw it. You will come back."
A voice suddenly echoed in Natasha's mind. She remembered the texture of each syllable. Although it sounded young, it was very firm.
"Flower, it seems that you are wrong this time … I might not be able to go back." Natasha looked at the undead face that was close to her and quietly closed her eyes, waiting for the moment to end.
Natasha closed her eyes for a long time, but she realized that she did not feel anything.
Was there no pain in death? It seemed that what was recorded in the book was not right. Death was actually very peaceful and peaceful. She even heard a man whispering in her ear.
A man? A whisper? Natasha suddenly had a question mark in her mind. How was that possible? Even if she turned into a soul, it was impossible for a man to appear here!
She suddenly opened her eyes. What appeared in front of her was not the hideous face of the undead, but a blurry and tall figure.
The white light of the lightning outlined the outline of the figure.
Solid, strong, handsome, and filled with … a sense of security.
Natasha stared at the man in front of her in a daze. A trace of astonishment flashed through her eyes. Why would a man appear here? Hadn't the man's soul already been cleansed?
No! This man was not a soul. He had the aura of a living person, and it was very strong!
Natasha seemed to react. She suddenly turned her head and looked around. The undead that had surrounded her before had all disappeared.
Was she saved? Was she saved by this man who came out of nowhere?
"Tsk. Too few undead creatures. Not enough to create a white bullet," the man's pleasant voice reached Natasha's ears.
Too few undead creatures? White bullet? What was that?
Although she could vaguely see the white light entering the object in the man's hand, she didn't connect the two together at this moment.
Natasha hesitated for a moment before asking, "Who are you? Why are you here …"
She suddenly realized something. "You're an outsider. How dare you trespass into Dark Castle?!"
Angor frowned. He just saved this "person". Not only did she not thank him, she even questioned him.
"She's from Dark Castle. Or should I say, a mechanical puppet?" Sunders asked in a low voice.
"A modified cyborg. Most of her organs have been replaced, but her soul is still intact," Angor explained. "As for whether she's from Dark Castle or not, I think so."
Angor looked at the pitiful cyborg. "We didn't trespass. We walked in openly. We thought you would notice us as soon as we stepped into Dark Castle's territory, which would make it easier for us to negotiate with you. But no one contacted us, and you're waiting for us to save you. "
"Who are you?" Natasha didn't want to waste time on Angor's excuse. Instead, she asked another question. What are you doing in Dark Castle at this time? "
"We're not interested in what happened to Dark Castle," Natasha said. "But we're not interested in what happened to Dark Castle. We're here to find someone. "
"Someone?"
"Yes. Is Lady Greya in Dark Castle right now?"
Greya? Natasha looked up. "What do you want from her?"
Angor was about to answer when Sunders joined them. "I don't want to waste time. Take us to Greya. Or rather, I'll get the information from your mind."
His tone was cold, but his words made Natasha shiver.
She looked up at Sunders, and as she did, she saw a flash of white light, which allowed her to see Sunders' face.
Her pupils suddenly shrank.
"Y-y-you're Phantom Master Sunders?!" When Natasha saw Sunders raising an eyebrow, she realized she was being rude. "Mister Phantom, I didn't know it was you."
"Cut the crap." Sunders' tone was cold and impatient.
Natasha quickly realized that if Sunders came to Dark Castle, even the queen would come to see him, let alone Greya. "Alright, I'll take you to Lady Greya now, sir."
Natasha turned around and tried to walk away. However, she lost her balance and fell to the ground.
She had forgotten that most of her body parts had been destroyed.
"I can't move," said Natasha. With a trace of embarrassment on her face, Natasha whispered, "Why don't I tell you the location of the node and you can go there by yourselves?"
Angor wanted to go there himself, but since he already met someone from Dark Castle, he couldn't just leave her there.
He crouched down and checked the broken parts on Natasha's body. He said in a low voice, "It's not realistic to repair them perfectly in a short time. But it won't take too much effort to get you moving again. "
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