novelraw Chapter 507: You Idiot! Run!
Chapter 507: You Idiot! Run!
Boom boom boom boom boom boom——
At that moment.
The heatwave from the carpet bombing instantly lifted her silver hair, amidst the sky full of flames and dust, burying them heavily within.
She felt the scorching heat, and she felt the pain.
Ears seemed to hear the howls of the undead, the deathly echoes produced by the explosive shockwaves violently impacting the eardrums.
Dust blotted out the sky and sun.
Even the black fog in the entire sky was stirred up by the explosion.
Lynn thought he was dead.
He had only one last Substitute Death Doll left, but he also knew he had already used it four times, and once he used the Substitute Death Doll a fifth time, even if he didn't die, he would inevitably suffer unimaginable curse resentment from the doll.
He closed his eyes amidst the explosion, just waiting for his death.But it didn't come.
At the moment enveloped by flames and heatwaves, he seemed to feel something, vaguely seeing a figure appear beside him.
Spreading her arms, embracing him.
The cool touch, like the only shred of solace amidst the surrounding flames.
He thought it was an illusion.
But it didn't seem like an illusion.
In the endless dust and flames, he opened his eyes in a daze, then saw that familiar face so close at hand.
Thick smoke was rising everywhere, he could even clearly feel the thousand-degree heatwaves whistling past his ears.
And only those closed eyes.
Were clearly reflected in his trembling eyes.
"Miss Puppet?!"
At this moment, Lynn, suppressed by the curse, trembled and shouted that name in disbelief.
Amidst the rolling flames.
She closed her eyes, forcefully holding him beneath her, her loose long hair continuously emitting dazzling Cursed Arts light amidst the flames, her hand gripping his wrist tightly, making him unable to move.
She was like a cold sculpture, shielding him from all the fiery might at this moment.
Lynn's brain almost instantly went blank.
His pupils trembled.
Because this was something he hadn't expected.
He never expected Hei Xianyue would appear before him at this final moment.
Because he had already finished his last words.
Because he had also told her that he would use all his trump cards to complete this final desperate struggle, and she definitely could see that it was merely his death throes.
It was a slim chance of survival.
Because he had already told her!
Don't come!
Don't come over!
Because what he was facing was the God of All Machines, a Root-level existence that could easily destroy them!
And the contract between them had long been torn up by him, it was just a verbal agreement, just a verbal promise of thirty days of protection, but Lynn had never told her, never asked her to risk her life to protect him!
"Can I open my eyes now?"
In the burning flames, the puppet girl lowered her head and spoke to him.
Lynn trembled, urgently reaching out his hand, roaring hoarsely:
"You idiot!! Run away!!"
But his voice was soon drowned out by the roar of the second wave of bombing that followed immediately after, the endless flames once again engulfing their bodies, turning half of the Cursed City into a hell of molten rock.
Boom boom boom boom boom——
The surging air currents made it impossible for him to see her face clearly again.
The surging Cursed Arts fluctuations continuously rose and collapsed amidst the explosions, he felt the scorched silver hair brushing past his cheek, heard the shattering sound of gears breaking, saw the overloaded electric sparks constantly bursting from her joints.
But that slender hand restraining his wrist.
Still pressed him firmly beneath her, preventing him from struggling even a little.
"Idiot!!"
In the endless heatwaves, Lynn's hysterical scream was instantly suppressed completely by the dust.
...
It felt as distant as experiencing a century.
No one knew how many rounds of bombing had been carried out, no one knew how many missiles had been unleashed upon this cursed land.
As if determined to kill him 100% thoroughly, as if to vent the rage from the thousands of Mechanical Consciousnesses slaughtered by his curse.
The wild wind blew.
Looking down at the Cursed City from high in the sky.
Half the city had been reduced to nothing, leaving only a burning, bombed-out massive crater, this was a truly spectacular destruction.
It was also the Mechanical Cult's greatest respect for him.
To let him turn to ashes amidst the roar of machinery and warheads.
High in the black fog-shrouded sky, the utterly dispirited God of All Machines slightly turned his sky-covering dragon head, listlessly looking down at the rolling dust.
"You should be proud..."
"Because you are the first mortal who provoked me... yet didn't die by my hand..."