Honkai Star Rail: But I can touch Castorice Chapter 4: Derick: Miss Castorice, I Can Still Be Saved!

The Condemnation Gladiator and Condemnation Hunter pursued from behind, while Derick ran ahead.

"Sure enough, actual combat is the best way to improve fighting skills. Before transmigrating, I never would have imagined I could dodge soone's arrow shots," Derick thought to himself as he glanced at the arrows embedded in the ground not far behind him.

The Condemnation Hunter's attacks clearly wouldn't stop easily. Just as Derick was feeling fortunate for dodging those two arrows, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right calf. Derick looked down and saw an arrow sticking out of it.

Being immortal didn't an the pain would be reduced in the slightest.

Due to the pain and the leg injury, Derick's movent speed slowed considerably. And in those few slowed seconds, the Condemnation Gladiator caught up to Derick. It raised its enormous hand and slamd it heavily onto Derick's back.

Crack—

A sound of bones breaking rang out.

Derick felt like his back was about to be shattered.

"Hiss!"

It hurt a lot; Derick had never experienced such pain.

You just wait, I'll get my revenge for this sooner or later.

Swearing silently in his heart, he then saw a long downhill slope ahead. He simply rolled on the spot and began to tumble downwards.

Seeing this, the Condemnation Hunter drew another arrow and shot it at Derick.

Thud! Thud!

Derick's two knees were each struck hard by an arrow.

The arrows were incredibly strong, directly piercing Derick's knees and embedding themselves deeply into the earth.

In other words, Derick was pinned to the ground.

Now, Derick wouldn't be able to escape easily.

Taking this opportunity, the strong Condemnation Gladiator strode heavily to Derick's side. It spread both its hands and slamd them fiercely onto Derick's torso.

Derick instantly felt his internal organs shift.

And the Condemnation Gladiator's attacks continued, or rather, it could no longer be called an attack but should be called abuse.

It continuously pounded on Derick's abdon and legs, causing intense pain to shoot through them. Derick looked down and felt like his lower body was about to be smashed into pulp.

After being beaten for a long ti, Derick actually adapted to the pain. He even lowered his head slightly, watching with morbid curiosity as the Condemnation Gladiator pumled his body.

"If this continues, I'll probably be turned into a pile of mush later. I hope I won't be seen when I recover from a pile of mush back into human form."

Derick thought to himself.

Just as he thought he was about to be completely beaten into minceat, a pale purple figure appeared. She lightly swung her scythe, and the Condemnation Gladiator and Condemnation Hunter, which Derick had been helpless against, directly turned into ashes and disappeared completely.

Looking up, he saw the figure's specific features.

Silver-white long hair, with the ends fading into a purple gradient. She wore exquisite hair ornants, and between her long hair, there was a pair of pointed, elf-like long ears.

A dress of mixed purple and white, the skirt as light and flowing as butterfly wings. Her slender legs were clad in white over-the-knee stockings, her fair skin showing through the pure white silk like ice and snow under the moonlight, shimring with an alluring luster.

"Castorice!"

Derick shouted loudly in his heart.

He never imagined that he would actually be rescued by Castorice of the Golden Ones.

At this mont, Castorice's beautiful face was filled with deep sorrow.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, I arrived late."

She spoke to Derick in a tone full of apology and guilt.

Derick's entire body below the chest had beco a bloody pulp. Even Okhema's best physician on site couldn't possibly heal such injuries, let alone the fact that there was still so distance to Okhema.

The only thing she could do now was one last thing.

"I..." Derick managed to say.

At this mont, Castorice reached out her slender hands and caressed Derick's cheeks.

"It's alright, it will be over soon, you won't be in pain anymore."

She said very gently.

The current Derick was completely beyond saving; she could only let him go to the underworld quickly and painlessly.

Touching Derick's still-warm face, Castorice, who was accustod to death, still felt full of regret.

He was still so young, and so handso; his life should have had a very bright future. But now, because of Nikador's minions, it had all turned into nothing.

Hearing Jason say that he had deliberately lured the enemy away for the sake of the others in the caravan.

Such a kind young man, to et such an end.

Disregarding the bloodstains, Castorice simply cradled Derick's head in her arms.

Being held in a girl's arms for the first ti, Derick felt extrely uncomfortable, and a blush involuntarily spread across the handso young man's cheeks. He quickly whispered to Castorice:

"Ahem, uh, Miss, could you, could you loosen your hands a bit, please? I, I can still be saved."

To avoid arousing Aglaea's suspicion later, Derick imdiately pretended not to know Castorice.

Castorice, still imrsed in her sorrowful emotions, felt her thoughts stop for a mont.

Why could Derick still speak?

Castorice had witnessed countless deaths, but this was the first ti she had encountered such a situation.

He, how could he be alright?

"Your... Your Excellency?"

She lowered her head slightly, looking cautiously at the head in her arms, fearing that what she had just heard was a hallucination caused by her excessive grief over the young man's death.

Derick, in her arms, blinked.

A faint blush appeared on Castorice's face.

The warmth transmitted from her palm told Castorice that all of this was real. The person she was touching was the first one whose life hadn't faded, who hadn't turned cold.

The warmth of life...

Castorice felt her palm gradually growing hot.

"Wait, and his injuries." Castorice looked below Derick's chest and found that his body, which had just been smashed into pulp, was gradually recovering. Visibly, his internal organs were reassembling, followed by flesh and blood, skin...

For a mont, Castorice even suspected if her own abilities had undergone so change today. How could it not only not bring death to others but even have a healing effect?

Derick's current state, even Mydei, the undying among the Golden Ones, couldn't achieve such a thing.

If Mydei touched her hand, he would also die for a while.

That's why in the arm-wrestling competition, he lost to her and beca the runner-up.

Previously, Castorice had always thought that she would never be able to touch a living person again in her life. She never expected to be able to feel the warmth of life today.

As Castorice was pondering in confusion, Derick's body also gradually finished reassembling.

Fortunately, the Condemnation Gladiator's attacks were smashing blows. Although his clothes were stained with blood, they weren't torn, avoiding an embarrassing situation of exposure in front of Castorice.

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