novelraw Chapter 1298 - 654: Leaving Lou_3
Chapter 1298 - 654: Leaving Lou_3
Bang!
In the recorded image, a bullet nearly non-existent flew out, crossing the sea of bitter hate and the Fire of Fate, hitting right between the eyebrows.
Fan Yun's eyes widened, his consciousness and soul completely severed, falling into the ocean of flames and blood.
Without the strength to struggle, he collapsed backward.
"We meet again, what a coincidence!"
In the gradually dissipating Black Flame, a familiar smiling face overlooked, greeting solemnly:
"General, how have you been?"
That was...
Fan Yun's pupils suddenly contracted.
—Ji Jue!!!
In that instant, his expression twitched slightly, using all his strength, he laid out his chips: "I can give the position of the Military Department..."
"Shh!"
Ji Jue raised a finger to his lips: "Don't speak, I'm busy."
Click.
With a crisp sound, a pitch-black toolbox was placed next to Fan Yun, slowly opened, revealing neatly organized tools in the air.
With a shake of his hands, a mat was already spread out.
"Hey ho, up!"
With Ji Jue and Ni Lin's joint effort, Fan Yun's body was moved onto the mat.
Then, Ji Jue, in front of him, washed his hands, disinfected, raised his hands, put on sterile gloves, picked up scissors, and began to cut open his pant legs and sleeves.
The cold touch of steel slicing through flesh caused the skin to tremble, Fan Yun's pupils vigorously shook, glancing sideways, looking at Ji Jue's figure, forcibly questioned amid the entanglement of the Fire of Fate: "You ultimately..."
"Please don't misunderstand, this is really not a probe or threat, I have no intention of making promises or extorting you."
Ji Jue answered without raising his head, taking out a marker pen, marking positions on his bare body, then drawing out the Bone Knife, without hesitation, slashing across.
Opening the abdomen!
Just like in the Federation Military Base's chemical laboratory in the past, the viewers remained the viewers, the assistants remained the assistants.
When the past reappeared, everything seemed to have something different.
No conspiracy, no ambition, only the purest research and analysis, and the direct dissection and dismantling.
Numbness within, even unable to feel pain, within the entanglement of the Fire of Fate, he was submerged by countless blood-stained faces, a distant voice echoing in his ears.
"To be honest, I hate politics.
Too vague, too chaotic, tangled and unclear, like an overcooked stew, nauseating... pass me the saw, thank you."
Amidst the sharp friction, the cold voice rang again:
"General, I deeply believe that a truly beautiful world should be as clear as the flowing water of a spring, should be as orderly as silk tapestry.
Therefore, let us return to the purest state of all things, let's believe together..."
"—A person should pay for their actions!"
Crack!
The Spiritual Sword penetrated the soul, tearing it, inward.
A cold hand mercilessly pierced through consciousness, gripping the Heavenly People's Time Wedge, then, relentlessly, Dissociation Technique·Jing Zhen!
"Someone like you, to die? Possible! But to redeem yourself by good deeds? No way!"
He said, "I do not allow it."
Boom!!!!
Like a mayfly shaking a tree, the Time Wedge only slightly trembled, unmoved, but immediately, the second time, the third time, the fourth time, the fifth time... endlessly, seemingly without end.
Until, the first crack appeared, then the second, the third... amidst the crisscrossing fine cracks, finally, a chilling cracking sound echoed!
Amidst the erosion and entanglement of the Fire of Fate, Fan Yun roared, yet no sound emerged, his gray-black pupils filled with blood, suddenly widening, but unable to see anything clearly.
Could only feel, his soul, his everything, sinking into an endless sea of blood, bit by bit, in the venomous bites of countless faces, being worn away...
Peeling the connection between consciousness and soul, cutting off the resonance between Heavenly People and Time Wedge, peeling the material layer by layer from the outside in.
Blood, bones, life, and everything else.
With the assistance of Marvellous Old Deng, carefully and meticulously, cautiously, bit by bit extracting life from the flesh. From the soul, separating the essence of the Superior.
Categorizing for processing, concoction, and preservation.
Even the Time Wedge was subdued under the chains of Marvellous Alchemy, completely quiet, no longer responding.
In the end, left on the dissection table, was only a shriveled shell, a soul possessing nothing but pain, and consciousness capable only of awareness, otherwise unable to think.
In vain, making a woeful sound, losing the vocal cords, unable to utter any words.
Curses? Or pleas?
All irrelevant now.
"It's time to say goodbye, General."
The pair of pitch-black pupils overlooked, finally telling him: "What a pity, the end of this journey isn't Central City, nor is there exclusive service and a box."
He said, "You're going where you should."
At that moment, Fan Yun's body suddenly spasmed, roared, his bloodstained pupils almost dilated, reflecting Ji Jue's face.
And behind Ji Jue, a gradually emerging, ferocious outline...
Thus, a sacrifice was made to the Great Evil.
—The shadow of the tower has awaited you!
"Remember what I said?"
Ji Jue smiled, waving: "Have a good journey."
In that moment, Fan Yun's eyes widened in despair, unable even to leave any last words... countless black threads slithered from the shadow, wriggling like living creatures, entangling the trembling soul.
Darkness swept over!
An unending eternal descent, hence began!
Towards the abyss.
.
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By the time the agent knocked on the door, realizing something was wrong, it was already too late.
The door of the locked box was forcefully pulled open, but everything reflected in the eyes had already become unrecognizable.
In the deathly silence, no sound could be heard.
The fine wine in the glass still wafted with sporadic sweet aroma, the cold air was ample, without a trace of stuffiness, yet unfortunately, the person who was supposed to enjoy all this had become a shriveled corpse kneeling on the ground.
Sharp needles pierced through the shell, forcibly supporting the corpse's posture.
The head was severed, cradled in the hands of the corpse, twisted face seemingly still retaining traces of ferocity and despair...
But on the severed neck, a snarling wolf's head had been sewn.
Hollow eyes gazed at the intruders, reflecting a hungry fierce glow.
Such mockery.
"..."
The agent, dazed, face pale, staggered back a step.
Even forgot to breathe...
And on the wall, someone had dipped in not-yet-dry blood to leave a final question for the Saints of Central City.
—[In what way do humans differ ever so slightly from beasts?]