Black Cocoon sat on the Moon, waving the restraint belt at Qiao in a teasing and calm manner.
It was as if bidding him a final farewell.
Two seconds.
The Train Demon crashed into the ti-space tunnel. Under the influence of the moonlight power, Qiao’s body remained motionless, but he could feel that revival was close at hand.
So he lifted his eyes and found that the scenery outside the window had completely changed. It was a world of chaos, a place of disordered flowing space.
Qiao was slightly stunned.
His dim pupils were illuminated by the chaotic ti-space currents. He saw the Eiffel Tower, the Pearl Building, the glaciers of the Arctic, the vast endless blue sea—symbols of the world all piled together in this mont, breathtakingly beautiful.
At this mont, the sound of footsteps ca from inside carriage number 7. Qiao, with the corner of his eye, glanced and saw a girl in a school uniform with a high ponytail walking over.
She wore a red cape on her body, a magical top hat on her head, and gloves on her hands.
"You’re the one bullying my brother?" she said softly, lowering her face, then raised a glove, suddenly a giant Magic Wardrobe appeared behind Qiao.
With a "bang," the wardrobe door opened, and chains reached out, locking Qiao inside.
Soon after, the wardrobe door closed, and the Magic Wardrobe disappeared inside carriage number 7, leaving Qiao’s face shrouded in shadow.
In the next mont, the effect of the moonlight power faded completely. Qiao’s body regained its ability to move. He tore open the wooden door of the Magic Wardrobe, and an intense light flooded toward him, dazing him for a mont, causing him to unconsciously raise his deep red arms to shield his face.
He looked up, and what greeted his eyes was a turbulent stream of ti-space chaos.
But it no longer appeared as beautiful as it did from inside the carriage. Now it was chaotic, dark, presenting a disorderly flowing gray, like an endless abyss.
The Magic Wardrobe beca transparent, dissipating, and Qiao’s body was fully exposed to the ti-space chaos.
He looked down at his right arm that was disappearing, dazed and lost in this boundless chaotic space.
At that mont, Qiao saw a train entirely in dark red, moving away at the edge of his vision. The train blazed with lights, the last spark of light in the chaotic world.
He stretched out his hand, trying to grab it, striving to flap his wings, but his body remained unable to move, as if subrged in a deep sea.
Sinking.
Sinking.
Slowly sinking.
In the end, all that was left in front of Qiao was an unconscious blue.
He knew everything was over, and suddenly a mory flashed in his mind, playing cards with Malvite in the beehive.
Malvite scratched his head and asked him, "Qiao, have you ever thought about...
"What?" Qiao asked, looking up while playing cards.
"You’re really not suited to be a Light-Eating Bee."
"Why do you say that?"
"You’re so smart and gentle... our world is too narrow for you."
"So, what do you want to say?"
"To see farther worlds."
"Farther worlds, huh..."
Qiao murmured softly, and at that mont, his body completely disappeared, dissolving into fluorescence that fell into the boundless dark chaos.
.......
.......
At the sa ti, above the sea north of Osaka, Japan, at the center of the Deserted Island.
The Restraint Incarnation of Black Cocoon sat atop an artificial moon, looking at the empty pit below.
"I told you, I’d deal with you in 30 seconds," he said softly, "Unexpected, isn’t it? The Bee King of the Light-Eating Bees ended up being kicked into Hell by the Diaper Demon."
He scratched his cheek, "Hmm, seems like my little sister now has a feat to brag about to everyone."
As he spoke, the Restraint Incarnation raised his head, squinting slightly, and looked around the island from atop the artificial moon.
After the death of the Great Bee Lord "Qiao," the effects of the neurotoxin vanished. At this mont, all humans on the island regained their ability to move, and the people of Rainbow Wings slowly got up from the ground.
Their gazes invariably gathered on Black Cocoon, their faces showing either astonishnt or shock.
No one could have imagined that such an obscure character suddenly appeared on the island and dealt with the Bee King "Qiao."
Black Cocoon turned his head, raising his eyes to look a thousand ters away at a figure wrapped in bandages and wearing a black trench coat, as well as a monk in red robes seated cross-legged on the ground.
In fact, he could tell that the Father of Puppets’ puppets were not affected by the neurotoxin.
But from start to finish, the Father of Puppets did not have "chanical Soul Bodhisattva" Ajaya intervene.
He rely observed quietly, waiting.
Therefore, Black Cocoon didn’t have his incarnation approach the Father of Puppets at that ti.
In the next mont, a giant teaching ruler descended from the sky, landing above Black Cocoon’s artificial moon with a thunderous crash, shattering the silence that enveloped the island.
And at this mont, atop the teaching ruler were three figures with no good intentions.
"Then, next cos..." Black Cocoon stood up from the moon and approached them, "a joyful and delightful ti of revenge."
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