bookbashuk Chapter 127 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream
Chapter 127 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream
The wind picked up.
Dust billowed up, forming tiny whirlwinds that swirled around him.
The man finally lowered his hand.
His sleeves hung down, fluttering in the strong wind.
"Even a scholar who wields his pen must risk his life for it."
"When a warrior wields his sword, he must pave the way with his own flesh and blood."
He turned to the side.
Even though you can't see his face clearly, you can only see a blurry profile.
Those thick, straight eyebrows, like a sharp blade across his forehead, exuded a menacing aura.
"So..."
"Slay a dragon."
"Slay a dragon... that controls time, devours all things, and is high above with an arrogant and invincible spirit."
"We need to..."
"What price will be paid?"
This question did not contain that kind of desperate roar.
It is very light.
It was as soft as a lover's whisper in your ear.
But each word felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, striking directly at Hoshino's heart.
cost.
Another price to pay.
Jingyuan asked her, Jingliu asked her, Ren asked her.
now.
In this absurd yet real dream, the "lonely soul" residing deep within her soul once again posed this question to her.
What price is required to slay a dragon?
Is it life?
Is it a memory?
still......
Something heavier, something more irreversible?
Hoshi wanted to answer.
She wanted to rush forward, grab the man's sleeve, and shout, "Whatever the cost, I'll pay! I am... the End!"
She opened her mouth.
He could only make a "hoho" sound in his throat.
Her legs felt like they were filled with lead; no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't take a single step.
It felt like there was a wad of water-soaked cotton stuffed in Hoshino's throat.
She wanted to shout, to vent, to tell this lonely figure before her that she possessed a trump card that could overturn everything.
But on this wasteland built by the subconscious, the weight of will far exceeds that of the body.
The man did not wait for her reply.
He slowly raised his head, and his originally thin body suddenly appeared somewhat wild and untamed. He then suddenly waved his wide sleeves and let out a long howl that sounded like both crying and laughing, facing the all-consuming black sun above his head.
Do you know about Zhulong?
This question does not require an answer.
The moment those five words were uttered, the air throughout the wasteland began to tremble violently.
"Zhulong..."
Mohoshi silently repeated the name in his heart.
These two words were like two red-hot branding irons, imprinted directly onto the surface of her consciousness with scorching heat.
What followed was a chilling feeling emanating from the depths of one's soul, and... a strange excitement.
The figure behind her began to sing.
It is neither any melody popular in this time and space, nor the short song sung on the fairy boat.
It was a more ancient, more primitive, and more desolate chant.
Every syllable seemed to be squeezed out of the chest, stained with blood, tears, and a heart full of resentment at the injustice of heaven.
"In the east of the sky grows the Ruomu tree—"
The sound was like metal striking stone, clanging and resounding.
"A candle dragon is placed below—"
As the lyrics ended, Hoshino was horrified to discover that the black sun hanging in the sky was actually beginning to distort and deform.
The black corona stretched and swirled, transforming into a black dragon shadow stretching for thousands of miles, coiling above the sky, its eyes, capable of freezing the soul, coldly gazing down upon the earth.
That's not the deep-sea monster from planet 4546.
That was the dragon in Li He's heart.
It is the embodiment of time, the alternation of day and night, and the cruel source of all the "time flies like an arrow" in this world.
"I will sever the dragon's feet—!"
Li He's voice suddenly rose in pitch, like a sharp sword being drawn from its sheath.
He did not turn around, but his right hand was already clenched into a fist, as if he were holding an invisible three-foot-long sword.
"Chewing dragon meat—!"
"So that they may not return in the morning, nor lie in wait at night!"
A fierce wind howled, whipping up clouds of silvery-gray dust. The dust swirled in the air, transforming into countless sharp sword-like energies that frantically slashed at the black dragon coiled in the sky.
"Natural old age never dies—"
"Don't cry, little ones!!!"
This last sentence was shouted out with almost all his might.
The wasteland trembled.
Hoshi felt her heart pounding along with it.
If the old do not die, the young will not weep.
What a grand vision, and yet how... arrogant and delusional.
In this universe, even the Star Gods cannot truly reverse the natural laws of life and death.
The longevity brought by abundance comes at a distorted price; immortality means the demise of the individual.
But this line of poetry conveys a sense of solitary courage, like "I will go even if there are thousands of people against me."
"dragon......"
"It's a dragon again..."
Hoshi finally regained her voice.
She took a step forward.
Her legs, which had felt like lead, suddenly felt light.
Perhaps it was the sense of familiarity brought by that word, or perhaps it was Li He's madness in wanting to "sever time" that resonated with the "end" power within her.
"gentlemen."
Ye Xing walked up behind Li He.
She made no bows or formalities. In this dream world where only souls meet nakedly, any etiquette seemed superfluous and hypocritical.
"I'm going to kill a dragon too."
Li He's recitation abruptly stopped.
He didn't turn around, but just tilted his head slightly, and a ghostly green flame flashed in his eyes hidden under his messy hair.
"Oh?"
"What kind of dragon do you intend to kill?"
"It is a dragon... that aspires to become a god."
Hoshino raised her hand, her fingertips tracing a golden path in the air. It was the manifestation of the power of the end times, shining brightly against the orange-yellow sky.
"It dwells in the deep sea, prolonging its eternity by devouring time and life."
"It turned a planet into a desolate tomb and countless living beings into monsters called 'Spirit'."
"It's very strong."
"It's so powerful that even I, in my current state, might not be a match for it."
Li He remained silent for a moment.
The wind rustled his clothes, making a fluttering sound.
"Since we can't beat them..."
"Why would a young lady go to her death?"
"Who said I was going to confront them head-on?"
A sly smile curved at the corner of Hoshino's lips.
She walked to Li He's side and stood beside him, facing the oppressive dark sun together.
"I am the Star God."
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