bookbashuk Chapter 110 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream
Chapter 110 A Storm Begins from the End of a Floating Stream
"Chirp!"
The sound was crisp and clear.
The ride was winding throughout the entire observation carriage.
"I knew the little leader was the best♪"
I like you the most!
Hoshi touched the wet hickeys on her cheek.
Looking at the smiling woman in front of me.
He sighed helplessly.
"I really... owe you one."
March 7th next to him had already covered his eyes (although his fingers were wide open), while Xing turned his head to look at the scenery outside the window with a blank expression, as if to say, "I don't know these two people."
The farce is over.
Hoshi sat back down in his chair.
Although Xi Lian's interference made me feel a little more relaxed.
But the shadow that weighed on my heart did not disappear.
instead......
As she decided to travel to planet 4546, the shadow became even clearer.
She closed her eyes.
The image of the three-headed corpse resurfaced in my mind.
This time, it's not just about the visuals.
She could even feel it...
The corpse was breathing.
Every breath she took caused a tearing pain in her brain.
Something's not right.
Hoshi suddenly opened his eyes.
She looked at the black swan sitting opposite her.
"The one who remembers".
She called out.
The black swan put down the tarot cards in her hand and gracefully raised her head.
"What's wrong, little one?"
"Is... this sweet burden too heavy?"
She glanced meaningfully at Xi Lian, who was clinging to Xing's back like a pendant.
"That's not it."
Hoshi shook his head.
Her expression turned extremely serious.
"I always feel like... I've missed something."
"When I was at the Taibu Temple, I saw the information that Fu Xuan showed me. It was a description of the calamity of the demon, about the destruction of that planet."
"but......"
Hoshi pointed to his temple.
"The image in my mind is different from the one in the documents."
"The data is full of red chunks of flesh, a chaotic proliferation."
"But the three-headed corpse I saw..."
"It has 'order'."
"It's laughing."
"And...it seems to be trying to tell me something."
Hoshi took a deep breath.
"Black Swan, could you... help me one more time?"
"I want you to enter my memories again."
"Go to that deepest, darkest place, a place even I dare not touch."
"Let's go check out that thing..."
"What exactly are you trying to tell me?"
This statement came out.
Himeko and Welt both frowned.
"Doraemon, this is too risky."
Walter tried to dissuade him.
"Since that's a source of cognitive pollution, actively contacting it again could exacerbate the pollution. It might even... cause you to lose control."
"I know."
Hoshi nodded.
"But if I don't understand what it is, I'm not sure."
"The most terrifying enemy is the unknown one."
"If it's just a mindless monster, then we can simply overwhelm it with firepower."
"But if..."
"Does it possess intelligence?"
Hoshi looked at the black swan.
His eyes held a desperate plea.
"So? Do you dare take this order?"
The black swan remained silent for a moment.
She looked at Hoshino.
A near-fanatical thirst for knowledge flickered in those purplish-gold eyes.
As the one who remembers in the Flowing Light and Memories.
Collecting unique memories is both her instinct and her mission.
As for "魙", and that existence that even the Star God could not completely erase...
This is absolutely the most top-tier, most precious, and most dangerous material in the universe.
"Oh."
The black swan chuckled softly.
She stood up, the hem of her long robe drawing an elegant arc in the air.
"Since you've already extended the invitation..."
"Wouldn't it be incredibly rude of me to refuse?"
She walked up to Hoshino.
She reached out her hands, clad in black gloves, and gently cupped Hoshino's face in her hands.
"Although the risks are very high."
"Although we might get lost in that endless crimson."
"but......"
The black swan's forehead pressed against the boshi's forehead.
Their breaths mingled together.
"For our comrades."
"Also for... that truth that could shake the world."
"This risk."
"I accepted it."
A purple light began to illuminate the spot where the two made contact.
The surrounding scenery began to distort and fade.
The train disappeared.
My companion has disappeared.
All that remained was a deep, flowing labyrinth, seemingly composed of countless mirrors.
The depths of memory.
Purple halos and scarlet tides collided wildly at the edge of the horizon.
The black swan felt like a light feather caught in a storm with no sense of up, down, left, or right.
Gravity loses its meaning here, and the concept of time is stretched infinitely.
This is the deep memory of the planet.
Or rather, it is that chaotic realm that has been polluted by "monster" and reshaped by "end"...
"It's...a truly captivating flavor."
The black swan stabilized itself in the void.
She didn't frown at the nauseating stench of blood around her. Instead, she elegantly straightened her slightly disheveled skirt, her face displaying the almost morbid obsession typical of a connoisseur.
As the one who remembers in the Flowing Light Memory Court, she has seen too many memories.
Sweet, bitter, mediocre, crazy.
But no memory has ever been as... chaotic and contradictory in its beauty as this.
She raised her head and looked ahead.
Based on her experience when she last infiltrated the memories of the planet, this place should be a scorched wasteland.
That was Onphalus's battlefield.
The Golden Blood fought a bloody battle, the gods wailed, and the earth cracked.
Aglaia's heart was pierced, Feng Jin withered into a giant tree that could support the sky, and Sai Fei'er was torn apart in order to protect the flame.
That was a tragic epic filled with despair and sacrifice.
The Black Swan was ready. She was ready to taste that heaviness, to record the tragic songs of those heroes' demise.
She had even decided what kind of tarot cards to use to preserve this precious footage.
however.
There was nothing in front of me.
There was no smoke of gunpowder, no corpses, and no heartbreaking cries.
Instead, there was a...
White.
Pure, warm, and even slightly milky white light.
Those scenes that should have been fragmented were now as if an invisible giant hand had forcibly erased them from this timeline.
"It's gone?"
The black swan narrowed its purple-gold eyes slightly.
She reached out and gently touched the white specks of light floating in the air with her fingertips.
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