novelraw Chapter 421: The Angel’s Sacred Blood That Would Not Be Forgotten
Chapter 421: The Angel’s Sacred Blood That Would Not Be Forgotten
“Lynn? Weren’t you over in the Cursed City? How come you—”
But she didn’t finish her sentence.
With a thud, Lynn collapsed to the ground, face planted, lying solidly with his face to the earth. Even inside the Sight, it was portrayed in vivid detail.
Zuo Zuo was horrified.
The Matriarch who comes to mess with him is here!!
The Twelve-Winged Holy Angel was shocked too.
“Lynn! What’s wrong with you!”
She immediately flapped her wings and hurried down to his side, urgently flipping Lynn over.
As soon as she turned him, she froze at the sight of the dense black blotches across his face and his weak expression. This was clearly not an illusion but a real reflection of his condition.
She realized at once.Something serious must have happened to Lynn.
“Lynn! What on earth is going on?! What’s wrong with you?! Don’t scare the Matriarch!”
the Holy Angel asked in a panic.
Lynn forced his eyes open and, trembling, reached out and said:
“Matriarch! To see you again is… truly wonderful… I came to see you one last time… I… I’m about to die, thank you… really, thank you so much for cultivating me over these past ten-odd days… I’m afraid I’ll never be able to repay your teachings…”
The Twelve-Winged Holy Angel’s face was full of shock as she said:
“What nonsense?! Weren’t you just goofing around in the group not long ago?! How can you be about to die? What happened?!”
Lynn weakly pointed at the black spots on his cheek and said:
“Senior White Night and I were ambushed by the Plague Doctors. We suffered massive losses, the team was scattered, Senior White Night and I lost contact, and we were hunted by a large number of Plague Doctors…”
“I barely escaped, but I was infected with the Plague… now I don’t have much time left…”
Lynn painfully tore open his clothes, exposing the horrific black blotches covering his body.
The visual impact was intense.
It was like smallpox—at a single glance it made one involuntarily shudder.
The sight shook the Holy Angel to her core.
Her gaze dropped immediately to the diseased signs manifesting on Lynn’s illusory body and she instantly recognized what sort of plague he had contracted.
“Death Withering?! How could you be infected with that plague?!”
She became frantic, quickly supporting him up.
In that moment she grasped the seriousness of the situation.
She had briefly entertained the suspicion that he might be faking this in the Sight to gain sympathy, but upon seeing those black blotches, she dismissed that ridiculous thought entirely.
This kind of plague only existed in the Sacred World—there was no way Lynn could have known about it.
Even if he did know, there would be no reason to fabricate such a thing to fool her!
She grew frantic.
But she kept one thought in mind: she urgently contacted the frontline Night Doctors to check the situation.
Soon she received information from the front confirming that White Night’s squad had indeed been ambushed on a large scale, and most personnel were still missing.
She trembled.
Which meant Lynn and the others really had been ambushed—he wasn’t lying to her!
“Lynn! Where are you now?! Can you hold on?! The Matriarch will send someone to fetch you immediately!”
The Holy Angel grabbed Lynn by the shoulders, asking anxiously.
Lynn’s voice was hollow: “It’s already starting to rot… my body is withering… it hurts… it hurts like I’m being killed… I used the last of my strength to enter the Sight… only to see you one last time…”
Zuo Zuo stared dumbfounded.
The Holy Angel shook violently, asking urgently: “How could this happen? Weren’t you prepared with many medicines before you left? That kind of plague can be suppressed with holy medicine! What about the epic-grade medicine I gave you?! Did you use it all up?”
Lynn gave a bitter laugh and shook his head: “All gone… every last vial was used in that battle… there’s… nothing left…”
His will seemed to be dissolving; his eyes reflected the terrible flames of that fierce firefight.
The faint threads of despair were heartbreaking to witness.
Any angel who saw it would be moved.
Then his illusory body slumped to the side with a soft thud, his consciousness nearly fading.
“Lynn!! Lynn!!”
The Twelve-Winged Holy Angel, recognizing the gravity of things, quickly let his illusory body rest on her lap. Her twelve golden feathers wrapped down, continuously pouring spiritual energy into him.
Clearly, his spiritual energy was catastrophically depleted.
(Used for M Fist.)
Seeing Lynn on the brink, her mind involuntarily flashed to the reality of him lying there in the waking world, flesh rotting, about to die.
Her heart jolted.
No!
She couldn’t let this happen!
Although they’d only known each other for a few weeks, despite his many flaws and his tendency to treat her like a bloodbag, if he died like this she would be devastated.
Moreover, the fact that this child’s last thought before dying was of her said everything.
It showed that he had sincerely cared—he truly regarded her as Matriarch, not just flattering like others…
[ Ding! Holy Angel’s trust in you +10 ]
“Hang on, Lynn!”
The Twelve-Winged Holy Angel grit her teeth, decisively closed her eyes, and split off half of her consciousness, withdrawing from the Sight.
There was no time for hesitation now.
The next moment, when she opened her eyes again, a vial of golden liquid, shining with a halo, floated into her hand.
Clearly, she had just drawn it!
Without another word she helped Lynn sit up, grabbed his shoulder, and urged:
“Lynn! Can you still hear Matriarch’s voice?! Hang on a little longer! Hold on! Take Matriarch’s blood now, log off immediately, and use this blood to cleanse your body—did you hear me?!”
Zuo Zuo gaped, frantic, feeling as if her whole hand was ruined.
No! No!
Don’t actually give him your blood! Can’t you see he’s acting on you? He deliberately left halfway through treatment and came here!!
Don’t fall for it!
But it was useless.
Lynn, dazed, forced his eyes open and said: “I can’t… Matriarch… how can I take your blood… and the Plague has reached my marrow… there’s no saving me…”
The Holy Angel clenched her silver teeth and gripped his shoulders with all her strength: “Look into Matriarch’s eyes! Tell yourself you cannot die! Do you hear me?! The fact that you can still exist in the Sight means there’s room to turn this around! Your will hasn’t dissipated—show some courage!”
Her heart hurt!
She regretted it.
She thought back to the time Lynn had stood before her pleadingly with a basin, begging her for a bit of blood to protect himself.
She hated herself for not giving it then!
If she had given it, how could he now be faced with such calamity, and how could he be forced to come to her to say goodbye so helplessly?!
Because however mature and stoic he acted, he was still only a seventeen-year-old boy!
Just like the last time he had lost control and cried before her.
In this other world, the poor child clearly treated her like a mother to pour out his heart to!
“Lynn! Don’t give up!” she shook him hard with desperation.
Zuo Zuo’s face looked like it was cracking.
He’s not giving up, my foot!
Lynn trembled as if awakened by the Matriarch’s words, a sliver of hope flaring inside him—the last scrap of fighting spirit in the darkness.
He gritted his teeth, light returning to his eyes, and painfully reached out, summoning all his strength to seize the golden vial of sacred blood the Matriarch offered.
[ Ding! Congratulations, you triggered a special achievement: The Angel’s Blood That Would Not Be Forgotten, you gained 200 base experience ]
[ The Angel’s Blood That Would Not Be Forgotten ]: Special achievement: After repeatedly attempting to trick the Holy Angel into giving fresh blood and failing multiple times, persistently and finally succeeding in deceiving her into giving sacred blood—this indicates the host is no longer acting like a human and is sliding further down the path of inhumanity. Congratulations, you acquired a permanent bonus: Intelligence +5, Moral Floor -2, Acting +3
Lynn took the sacred blood in ragged breaths and said:
“Yes… I still can’t die… it’s only a small adversity… I was just too pathetic…”
Huff—huff—
(gasping)
Using every ounce of effort, Lynn struggled to stand up.
“I should strive even harder to survive!”
He stood up with a determined little face.
Zuo Zuo trembled.