Catherine's angry roar spread through the desert, yet all she could see were corpses, corpses, and more corpses.
This drove Catherine to madness as she charged into the Wildfire Territory, frantically searching. Suddenly, her eyes narrowed as she saw ahead a colossal Water Tower Tree snapped midway, beneath it lay a giant dog exceeding normal size, dead on the ground.
But near the tree roots not far away were two human figures.
One of them was leaning against the tree roots, sitting there.
Holding another person in his arms.
Catherine rushed over imdiately; as the Crimson Knight with Double Strange Fire, her speed was the fastest, surpassing Barbara.
She appeared beneath the Water Tower Tree almost as if by teleportation and saw: the person sitting there was Andrew.
Andrew was holding Barbara.
"An! Drew!"
Catherine nearly spat Andrew's na through gritted teeth, "Is it you? Did you do all this? You... What did you do to my sister?!"
At a glance, she saw Andrew's tier was unimaginably high, even higher than her own.
This completely defied the basic rules of cultivation, but... none of that matters now!
Andrew was covered in dust and blood, staggeringly miserable.
In contrast, Barbara in Andrew's arms was exquisite and clean, her eyes closed, her long eyelashes captivatingly beautiful.
But Catherine saw at first glance that Barbara was dead. Just like Father Beiru the Chairman, and Mother Lady Yi Lian, all dead!
The dust-covered Andrew, however, was alive.
In fact, before Catherine broke free from the Ice Prison Gemstone, Andrew was the only living person left on the battlefield.
At this mont, Andrew seed to hear Catherine's furious roar, yet also seed not to hear, slowly raised his head, his eyes vacant, even wooden.
Catherine's heart trembled fiercely at this gaze.
She had twice cornered Andrew to the brink of despair; once with the Shield of Flowing Fire, when she attempted to assassinate Andrew as a female assassin.
The other ti was after negotiations at the Royal Court, when she kidnapped Andrew, only to be countered by him later.
In Catherine's mory, Andrew was extrely, extrely, extrely annoying! Tenacious, unbearably obstinate!
Even in the mont of her greatest advantage and Andrew's worst predicant, Catherine had never seen such a look in Andrew's eyes before.
Catherine was originally utterly frantic, on the verge of losing control.
Yet Andrew's gaze instantly made her understand: it wasn't Andrew's doing. The sheer incomprehensibility before her wasn't Andrew's handiwork.
Taking a deep breath, Catherine struggled to calm herself, repeatedly telling herself, "It's no big deal. I killed the eldest sister, I would eventually kill Beiru, Yi Lian, and this dead girl Barbara too. I... I have no reason to be sad!"
She desperately convinced herself there was no reason to be sad, but watching Barbara eternally asleep in Andrew's arms, she still felt a stabbing pain in her heart!
"Tell , what the hell happened?" Catherine stared at Andrew, speaking in a low voice.
Andrew seed only now to recognize who was before him, "Oh... it's... you... ah..." His voice was hoarse, barely human.
With a sound, Catherine slapped Andrew hard across the face, then grabbed his hair, eye to eye with him, enunciating each word, "For fuck's sake, pull yourself together! You weren't like this when you captured ! Tell what's happened! Respond!!"
She shook Andrew's head roughly, and after a while, Andrew finally spoke again, "It's history..."
"Hmm? What? History what?" In that mont, Catherine had completely abandoned any semblance of the elegance of a female assassin or Royal Court negotiator, spitting onto Andrew's face.
Andrew, having been slapped and then yelled at face-to-face by Catherine, appeared clearer, less wooden.
Tears silently welled from his eyes, each drop blood-red!
Andrew didn't bother to wipe them away because his arms couldn't lift; he simply let the blood tears flow, looking into Catherine's eyes up close, saying, "History... has repeated."
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