Across the Abyss
"Why did you guys co?"
Chen Ling's tone was extrely astonished.
The point of his astonishnt was not that Little Jian and the other two had co to save him, but rather that they had actually managed to fight their way to the Church... One must know that there were a large number of Fire-Stealers outside, as well as Judgnt Proxies presiding over the situation.
"It's very simple." Jian Changsheng spread his hands. "It's already a complete ss outside, and everyone is engaged in a chaotic battle. Relying on Club's ability, we easily bypassed them... No one noticed us at all."
"No, can't we save him down first before talking nonsense?" Sun Bumian pointed at Chen Ling, who was still nailed to the cross.
"We were able to kill those three Fire-Stealers, but that doesn't an we can handle all the Fire-Stealers that co after. We finally managed to charge in here, let's not get wiped out here."
Only then did everyone rember that Chen Ling was still hung on the cross, and imdiately began to help dismantle it in a flurry.
Jiang Xiaohua climbed up one side, stared at one of Chen Ling's imprisoned hands for a long ti, and tentatively gave it a forceful tug... An arm was actually dismantled completely from Chen Ling's body like a toy, held tightly in his hand.
Jiang Xiaohua shouted in a rare display of shock:
"I dismantled Heart's arm!!"
"???"
"Don't panic." Chen Ling spoke calmly. "It's the Silver King's thod of imprisoning . Right now, none of my four limbs are under my control. You guys just dismantle them directly."
With Chen Ling's explanation, everyone finally relaxed and carefully put him down from the cross. Sun Bumian and Jiang Xiaohua each carried one arm and one leg on their backs. As for Chen Ling's torso, it was carried by Jian Changsheng, who had the best stamina, and was tied tightly.
"Heart rescue plan completed!!" Jian Changsheng waved his hand grandly. "Retreat!"
Carrying "Chen Ling" and his "parts," the three of them turned their heads and sprinted wildly outside the Church... Almost simultaneously, several more Fire-Stealers hurried to the door of the Confessional. Upon seeing this scene, they exclaid and gave chase!
Noisy, chaotic, the air was filled with explosive smoke and dust, as well as Jian Changsheng's slightly mocking laughter.
The pitch-black Confessional receded before Chen Ling's eyes. In the reflection of those pupils that hadn't seen the light for a long ti, a piercing white light was frantically approaching... Finally, Chen Ling's vision blurred. He subconsciously closed his eyes, and the next mont, he felt a cool, free breeze brush across his face.
Chen Ling's four limbs didn't belong to himself,
But at this mont, with the help of the other three 6s... freedom belonged to Chen Ling;
After getting used to the light of the sun, Chen Ling hazily opened his eyes. He saw a massive gap towering at the edge of the Wuji Domain, and a shocking gorge horizontally crossing the city... The originally lifeless and dead Realm was already filled with the smoke of gunpowder. Rumbling explosions and the sounds of battle ca from all directions.
"This is..."
Chen Ling looked at the figures slaughtering amidst the torrent of Silver Phantoms, as well as the terrifying aftershocks of battle emanating from around the Church, and froze in place for a ti. "Who are they?"
"Who else could it be? mbers of the Twilight Society."
Jian Changsheng shrugged. "The four [King] cards mobilized at the sa ti and directly broadcasted the mission to all the mbers. This seems to be the first ti in the history of the Twilight Society... Your face is truly big enough.
Of course, leaving aside your relationship with the Red King and the others, right now, all the mbers' salaries are paid by you. Those mbers who originally weren't very interested imdiately rushed over when they heard you were their 'food and clothing parents'...
You didn't see it when we entered the city just now. It was truly spectacular."
Chen Ling froze.
Jian Changsheng and the other two carried Chen Ling, shuttling through the dilapidated city. Chen Ling blankly watched this city situated at the center of the storm. In his originally numb and dead heart, a strange feeling arose...
"Your existence is not aningless... A Thespian who is created can possess his own life just the sa."
Yao's voice echoed in Chen Ling's ears once again.
At the ti, Chen Ling had always been imrsed in the pain brought by his fake past. But when he was once again placed under the sunlight and saw this Realm being overturned because of him, he finally gradually understood Yao's aning.
It had nothing to do with identity, nothing to do with true or false... This storm ca because of "him".
"... Thank you."
Chen Ling spoke softly.
Even though Chen Ling had already tried his best to make his tone calm, at this point, how could he possibly completely suppress his emotions? Those red eyes gazed at the distant city. Seeming to notice the trembling in his voice, Jian Changsheng turned his head in confusion...
"Huh... Heart, are you crying?"
"No." Chen Ling kept a straight face and glanced at him. "Just got so sand in my eyes, that's all."
"... Oh..."
"Right, have your mories recovered?" Chen Ling changed the subject.
Chen Ling rembered very clearly that just now, Jian Changsheng had indeed shouted the three words "Rest Assured Brother". If Jian Changsheng was in his previous state where his mories were stolen, it would be absolutely impossible for him to use this title...
"This... is indeed strange to talk about." Jian Changsheng scratched his head. "When we barged into the Wuji Domain, our mories suddenly ca back... But we clearly didn't do anything, right?"
"Is it strange?"
The corner of Sun Bumian's mouth slightly curled up. "Our mories were stolen by the Silver King... Now that our mories have suddenly returned, it naturally ans..."
The other two froze, speaking in unison:
"Sothing happened to the Silver King??!"
...
Gentle snowflakes slowly drifted down from the sky like cotton batting.
Atop the ssy ruins, a crude wooden theatrical stage stood silently. No people could be seen On Stage, yet it seed as if countless figures were hurriedly walking about, stepping on the old wooden floorboards and making creaking sounds... Faintly, bursts of explosions and sounds of battle also ca from the empty theatrical stage, as if a grand play crossing dinsions was currently being perford.
At this mont, Off Stage, a pear-wood square table stood all alone. Two figures sat on either side of the table, like the only Audience in this world.
The sleeves of the Great Crimson Theatrical Robe were gently raised,
The young man took a sip of the steaming hot tea. Seeming to feel that it burned his tongue a bit, he placed it back on the table;
"As for , I don't like to be ostentatious, and I especially don't like to proactively cause trouble... Ever since the Great Cataclysm era, I haven't fought with anyone for many years."
"On the one hand, I find it troubleso. On the other hand, I've always felt that since I took the only 'Divine Rank', I should do sothing for this world. At the very least, not fight and squabble internally..."
The young man wore a Theatrical Robe, sitting before the table amidst the boundless heavy snow. His appearance and voice were both full of youthfulness, but his every action exuded a suffocating oppressive sensation. It was as if the one speaking wasn't a young man, but rather so kind of indescribable, unknown existence hiding its true appearance...
Like a black hole devouring everything, or like an endless abyss beneath the sea.
And at this mont,
The Silver King was sitting across the "abyss".
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