novelraw Chapter 939 - 498: Paradise Lost
Chapter 939 - 498: Paradise Lost
The Withering Angel crushed one encircling angel after another into dust; more angels trying to chase past her were blown to pieces by the weapons she hurled.
It was almost like...
A superhero!
But in that instant, Wen Wen was knocked flying.
She carved a deep trench into the ground, rolling, crashing into the rocks, vomiting blood.
Above the sky, a brilliant light spread, and a grand door slowly opened amidst dazzling golden rays, sacred songs resounding, then a massive figure like a mountain emerged from behind the door.
"Heavenly, Heavenly General..."
From the radio came terrified screams, filled with despair and hysteria.
A hand reached out from behind the door.
And punched down towards Wen Wen!
As if crushing a tiny ant.
But soon, she stood up again, just like usual.
Nonchalantly, she beckoned towards the sky.
"Come!"
The Heavenly General's fist fell again, like a storm's blast wave spreading, turning into a tide engulfing the land, overturning countless insignificant dust and weeds.
Even the vehicle Ji Jue was in lifted like a dry leaf, fell, rolled, and completely shattered.
In dizziness and pain, his vision went dark.
Breathing was difficult.
Flames spread, he was trapped in the vehicle, unable to move, but in a daze, he heard a sobbing sound, a hand grabbed him, pulling him, stumbling to climb out.
He opened his mouth, calling out unfamiliar names again and again, hoarsely shouting, but there was no response.
Until finally, utterly despairing.
Unable to hold back tears.
"It's all you! It's all because of you!"
Linka dropped Ji Jue, grabbing his collar: "Goddamn it, speak, speak! Why?! Aren't you a demon! Aren't you the god's enemy!
Do something!"
"Do you know how many people have sacrificed because of you!" Linka wailed, choking: "My brother, my uncle, and Akheye, they all, all have already..."
Ji Jue was silent.
Looking at her, expressionless.
Rather than indifference, it was more like apathy.
Calm as still water from the start.
Cry?
Is it useful?
Ji Jue looked away, glancing at the pursuing angels: "Instead of saving your energy to accuse me, use it on the enemy."
Linka was dumbfounded, wanting to roar but unable to speak.
Then, she heard the voice beside her.
"The gun."
Ji Jue said: "Pick up the gun."
Gun?
Linka almost laughed, looking at the weapon on her waist that could barely serve as comfort, almost unable to control her anger.
This thing, is it useful?!
But being watched by those eyes, she couldn't help but be dazed.
Calm, indifferent, as if looking at materials on a table, giving orders without any emotion, as if she should naturally comply.
But when she came to her senses, her body had already instinctively acted.
Subconsciously, she drew the gun.
"Yes, exactly, just like that, keep the hatred, hold onto the despair—think about those people you've lost, your family, your lover, everything you have..."
Like the words of a devil whispered in her ear, cold and bewitching like a snake, pressing roughly on the wound of her heart, squeezing out more blood.
But in her consciousness, it was as if a black hole had appeared.
Pain, sorrow, hatred, anger, all were drawn away, not a drop left.
"Very good."
Ji Jue sighed softly, raising his incomplete arm.
For a moment, in her daze, Linka seemed to see a faintly floating palm appear on the broken elbow, subtly changing silhouette.
The ethereal spiritual finger, lightly tapped the gun.
Touch and part.
"Fire."
Linka heard the voice.
Pulled the trigger.
And then... it was followed by the sudden roar blasting forth amidst the storm and explosions, like thunder descending from high heavens, shaking everything in the mortal world.
The gun instantly shattered, dissolving into dust.
Blood gushed from Linka's cut palm, deep enough to reveal bones.
But she no longer cared about these trivial details.
Heaven and earth, all things, everything, fell into silence.
Stunned, she lifted her head, staring, witnessing that dreamlike flash of light, leaping out from the gun barrel, effortlessly piercing the angel at the forefront, tilting, ascending to the sky.
Cutting the entire world into two halves.
Then suddenly, terrified screams and cries erupted, one after another.
Unable to comprehend what had happened...
Unable to believe everything seen before the eyes!
Before everyone's eyes, an angel in the forefront, an immortal Holy God Messenger, forever suspended in mid-air.
Maintaining an expression of fanaticism and sneer.
Just like that, inch by inch, turned to ashes!
As the breeze blew, the angel vanished completely without a trace.
Died.
The noble Holy God Messenger, immortal, unkillable, unstoppable angel, actually died?!
All the angels could feel their struck companion was utterly obliterated, with no possibility of revival or reconstruction...
As if it had never existed in this world from the beginning!
In stupor, solemn and cold angels seemed to awaken from the eternal Illusion Dream, once again seeing the looming death and being enveloped by the evil chill surging in their souls.
Like headless flies, caught in chaos.
Some stopped in terror, frantically gaining altitude, even, instinctively trying to escape.
Only half a broken plume of light, carrying scarlet flames, gently fell to the ground from the burning, completely dissolving into nothingness.
Dead silence.
In the deathly silence, Linka stiffly turned her head, looking back and finally saw Ji Jue, his face, his expression.
With a mocking smile.
Just like a real devil, sitting in Hell, watching with amusement as the gods fall from the high heavens in disgrace.
Laughing silently.