novelraw Chapter 142: You Were Not Wrong, But I’m Sorry
Chapter 142: You Were Not Wrong, But I’m Sorry
The tall figure seemed to carry an aura of intimidation.A handsome face appeared in Su Ruan’s eyes, slowly enlarging, as if trying to assert its presence.
Su Ruan’s hands hung slightly clenched at her sides; she took a step forward, her small hand grasping Lu Shinian’s sleeve, and whispered, "Brother Lu, this person might be possessed by the Insect Race."
Lu Shinian glanced at Su Ruan, his expression unwavering, with his dark pupils faintly tinged with blood.
He raised his hand and grabbed Su Ruan’s wrist, applying some force, leaving a red mark on the fair skin.
Su Ruan felt the pain, bit her lip lightly, and looked cautiously towards Zhao Yujie, who had stopped since Lu Shinian arrived.
"Kill." Zhao Yujie finally changed the word, "Kill."
"Kill."
"Kill."
Repeated over and over, the tone growing ever stronger.
Lu Shinian stared intently at Zhao Yujie; not long ago, he had barely stabilized his Spiritual Sea after absorbing the energy from the Level 3 Energy Stone, but now it was once again becoming obscure due to the recent outflow of spiritual power.
His Spiritual Sea was in turmoil, chaotic, with waves surging, making his brain feel as though pierced by needles, the pain was intense.
Lu Shinian’s face grew pale, yet he held Su Ruan’s wrist even harder.
He glanced downward at Su Ruan, saying softly, "Ruan Ruan, go."
He released her hand and pushed her backward, indicating for her to leave quickly, while he stayed to contend with this new type of Insect Race alone.
An Insect Race capable of possessing humans, it’s the first time he has seen such a thing.
The Insect Race has strong combat power and vitality; only by hitting their weak spot and killing them can they be completely destroyed.
As long as they have a breath left, they will come back strong again.
Ten years, just ten years since the Federation’s economy began to recover and show signs of growth, these Insect Race dare to cause such trouble again, and this time, a new type capable of possessing humans has appeared.
Lu Shinian’s expression slightly hardened; he took a step forward while saying, "Ruan Ruan, hurry and go."
Su Ruan felt an even worse premonition; she had the intuition that if she left now, something irreversible would certainly happen.
With this intuition, she has survived countless times in the perilous Otherworld.
"I won’t go." Su Ruan quickly walked to Lu Shinian’s side, grabbing his wrist, her voice faintly choked, "Don’t push me away; let me face it with you."
"I’ve trained with Duan Mengjun for a long time; now my physical strength is better, my spiritual power has also increased, I won’t drag you down."
She looked directly at him, "If, I mean if anything happens, you must kill the Insect Race first and deal with everything else later."
Lu Shinian remained alert to Zhao Yujie; the word "kill," which Zhao Yujie had been repeating, suddenly stirred at some sensitive point hit by Su Ruan’s words.
"Kill!" His tone grew extraordinarily intense, invisible ripples spreading through the area.
His figure suddenly shifted rapidly, leaving only a shadow.
Then, a beam of light enveloped Su Ruan and Lu Shinian.
In just a moment, Su Ruan felt a dizzying swirl; she instinctively tried to grip Lu Shinian’s hand, but her fingertips found only emptiness.
Su Ruan’s eyelashes trembled lightly; once she raised her gaze again, everything before her had drastically changed.
This was a circular platform covered with vines, at its center, a crucifix made of Divine Wood.
The crucifix of Divine Wood symbolizes the judgment of the gods.
Tied to the crucifix was a frail young girl, her clothes stained with blood, her hair hanging down, obscuring her face.
"Divine Envoy, it’s time for the execution." Someone whispered in her ear from beside her.
She held a bow and arrow made of Divine Wood; only a Divine Wood bow and arrow could judge the one on the crucifix.
Su Ruan tightened her grip on the bow and arrow, her complexion faintly pale.
She had entered the Illusion Realm.
Her consciousness clearly told her.
She knew how to break through this Illusion Realm, to pick up the bow and arrow and shoot the girl being judged.
Such an easily broken illusion, yet she couldn’t bring herself to take up the bow and shoot the girl so easily.
Clearly, the girl had done nothing wrong.
She just questioned the presence of the gods; questioned whether the gods truly existed, only to be tied to this crucifix and judged by so-called divine decree.
Su Ruan knew very well this was something that happened to her in the Otherworld.
The Otherworld she had traveled to was an undeveloped world, where they worshiped gods; sacrificed children, just to honor the so-called gods, ignorant and barbaric.
The people there lived in the most primitive ways, using the so-called divine decrees to judge all the rights and wrongs of the world.
They held the power of speech, yet didn’t own it completely; the entire continent was like this; even when she ended up in the position of Divine Envoy, she couldn’t escape the "divine decree."
Su Ruan’s long eyelashes trembled slightly, holding the bow and arrow, she approached the girl on the crucifix.
A few steps, and she stood before her.
She raised her hand, tidying the girl’s hair bit by bit, revealing the girl’s pale little face.
"You’re not wrong." Su Ruan lowered her voice.
The girl suddenly raised her head, looking at her in shock.
Su Ruan smiled slightly, "You’re not wrong."
She repeated, "But I’m sorry."
As soon as the words settled, the sharp arrowhead pierced the girl’s heart, blood gushed outward, splashing onto Su Ruan’s face.
The blood was warm.
The girl’s final expression froze in shock and a satisfied smile; she seemed to have found the answer she wanted, thus smiled contentedly.
Blood stained the front of Su Ruan’s clothes, and made those pure black pupils seem faintly tinged with blood red.
The Illusion Realm, collapsed abruptly.
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Meanwhile, Lu Shinian looked at the scene before him, frowning slightly.
A vast swarm of Insect Race was on one side, his warriors were ready to fight on the other.
Both forces clashed, resembling the battles ten years prior.
Yet...
Lu Shinian glanced sideways at Su Ruan standing beside him.
A hint of doubt crossed his mind.
Ten years ago, was Ruan Ruan by his side?
He clearly hadn’t met her then.
Was this fatal mistake because the Illusion Realm was created by the Insect Race possessing Zhao Yujie?
Just as he pondered this, the two forces began their combat.
Balancing the battle with the Insect Race was instinctive for him as a Federation Person, although it was in the Illusion Realm, he kept his focus on Su Ruan, trying to find a way to break this Illusion Realm.
The battle was fierce, reaching a point of life and death struggle.
The smell of blood mixed with smoke was overwhelming.
In a moment of distraction, Su Ruan was surrounded by the Insect Race.
Someone seemed to have pushed her from behind.
The small figure plunged into the swarm of Insect Race, Lu Shinian’s pupils suddenly contracted.