N-A-A Chapter 455 - 456: Should I Give Up?
Chapter 455 - 456: Should I Give Up?
At the same time.
At this moment, Veridia...
Her consciousness had once again returned to the day when she and her sister were exiled from the Ghost Race.
The cold rain mixed with mud, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.
She was trapped inside a rough wooden cage bound by restrictions, soaked to the skin, shivering.
But not from the cold, from an extreme terror.
She watched helplessly as her father...
To protect the sisters, had his skull shattered publicly by the Great Elder of the Ghost Race under the accusation of "harboring an Omen"!
The rain mixed with blood, making the scene even more despairing.
Inside the cage, Veridia’s nails dug deep into her palms.
Blood flowed down her hands, but she felt no pain.
Only then, from another side...
"Sister! Sister, save me!!"
Scarlett’s terrified cries pierced through the rain.
A fierce-looking Ghost Race warrior grinned as he raised her high.
"Kill them! These sisters are the source of the Omen!"
"It’s all because of them that disaster struck!"
"Clean the household! To prevent future calamities!"
The surrounding clansmen, at this moment, their faces were full of fanaticism.
Their shouts drowned out the last shred of hope Veridia had.
She frantically rammed into the wooden cage, her forehead bleeding, her voice already hoarse:
"Let her go! I beg you! Spare my sister!"
"It’s all my fault! Come at me! Come at me!!"
It was useless.
Pleading, crying, even kowtowing...
Brought only even sharper jeers and colder gazes.
No one paid attention to the nearly mad girl in the cage, no trace of mercy.
Then, in her eyes that were wide open, almost tearing apart...
That Ghost Race warrior, with a cruel smile, released his grip.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
She saw her sister’s small body trace a short arc through the air.
"Thud——!!!"
A muffled sound, accompanied by the subtle noise of bones cracking, clearly entered her ears.
The small figure in the cage suddenly froze.
Her tear-filled eyes widened to the utmost.
In her pupils was the reflection of the still, glaring red on the ground nearby.
Time seemed at that moment to stretch infinitely, frozen.
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out.
All cries, all pleas choked in the depths of her throat.
The noise of the whole world vanished, leaving only the booming of her heart threatening to burst within her chest.
And she could even clearly hear her nails digging into the wooden bars, the slight creaking of her bones.
No hysterical wailing, no desperate struggling.
The utmost sorrow went beyond what the flesh could express and instead presented an eerie stillness.
She just stared fixedly in that direction, her body trembling uncontrollably.
Then, coldness rapidly spread from the depths of her heart.
It froze her blood, her marrow, her soul.
It was a chill more terrifying than death, draining all emotion, leaving only an endless void and numbness.
Then, in the extreme cold, her vision began to change eerily.
The gray sky quickly faded to lifeless white, the muddy land lost all color.
The faces of the Ghost Race, fierce or fanatic, blurred and faded like washed-out murals, leaving only distorted outlines.
The raindrops ceased to be transparent, turning into gray-white threads.
Only the glaring red on the ground, like dense ink spreading in clear water, started to wildly spread and expand!
The blood-red quickly stained the white sky, dyed the gray earth.
Outlining the blurred Ghost Race figures as dark red shadows!
The whole world, at a heart-palpitating speed, was shedding all real colors.
Covered completely by a viscous, oppressive dark red filled with the desire for destruction.
At the same time, a seductive whisper quietly seeped into her heart.
"Look... this is the people you wish to protect..."
"They betrayed you, killed your closest kin..."
"Do you feel pain? Anger? Hatred?"
"Kill... kill them all!"
"Destroy everything! Let the blood cleanse your hatred!"
"Only slaughter can quell your pain!"
"Take revenge... make everyone who hurt you pay the price!"
This voice grew louder, finally turning into an earth-shattering roar, echoing in every corner of her consciousness!
The blood hue gradually drowned her pupils.
The killing intent seemed to have shattered the last shred of reason.
...
In the inner world.
Aster Grant’s consciousness finally pierced through layers of bloody waves and slaughter illusions, meeting Veridia.
But the scene before his eyes made his heart suddenly clench.
Veridia was now quietly floating at the center of a solitary island.
Her eyes had completely turned blood red.
The once blue long hair had all become blood-colored.
Currently, they moved of their own accord, as if possessing life.
Furthermore, the Slaughter Law surrounding her was no longer outwardly emitted...
But had completely integrated with her consciousness, transforming into a substantial dark red crystal armor.
She stood there, no longer in pain, no longer struggling.
Only an absolute dead silence that sent shivers through the soul.
What shocked Aster Grant even more...
Was that the Beast Taming Contract between him and Veridia had now become extremely dim and transparent.
As if it could snap at any moment!
This also meant, Veridia was rapidly vanishing, replaced by pure will of slaughter!
"Veridia!"
Aster Grant tried to rush over.
However, a Slaughter Will filled with repulsion and hostility, like an invisible wall, slammed him outside!
Veridia in front of him slowly lifted those blood eyes, looking at him indifferently.
That gaze, hollow, cold, devoid of any emotion.
Seeing this, Aster Grant’s heart sank.
Veridia could no longer recognize him!
Aster Grant’s heart ached deeply, but he did not give up.
He immediately began to use various methods, trying to awaken Veridia.
"Celestial Grace!"
The gentle Power of Purification surged toward Veridia like a tide.
However, when this light touched the dark red crystal-like Slaughter Armor...
It evaporated, bounced off instantly like water hitting a hot iron, making a "sizzling" sound!
The Slaughter Law had deeply fused with Veridia, Celestial Grace was no longer effective!
"Damn it!"
Cursing, Aster Grant immediately tried other methods.
"Divine Pattern!"
He fully activated the Divine Pattern, attempting to resonate with Veridia’s internal Divine Pattern.
The moment Aster Grant unleashed the Divine Pattern made the entire sea of blood pause slightly.
But this was Veridia’s inner world!
Mere moments later.
An even sharper, purer "slaughter" will soared into the sky.
It forcefully repelled the Divine Pattern!
Aster Grant tried using Sovereign, Soul-devouring...
But attempt after attempt, failure after failure.
Aster Grant’s consciousness due to the excessive power depletion became somewhat illusory, he half-knelt in The Void.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of him, an unprecedented sense of powerlessness crept up in his heart.
Can’t save her back?
Is it...
Do I really have to watch Veridia become a puppet knowing only slaughter?
Aster Grant once more sensed the Beast Taming Contract.
It was now almost invisible!
Should I give up?
Just as Aster Grant had not yet received an answer from his heart, an abrupt change occurred!
Veridia, who had been standing motionless, seemed to be entirely provoked by Aster Grant’s continuous provocations.
She slowly raised her hand, with endless Slaughter Law converging in her palm!
Her blood-red eyes locked onto Aster Grant, killing intent enclosing him as if solid!
She was about to make her move!
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