Chapter 217: Sixty-three, have you co to pick up? Father_2
It seed he had died just like that.
But Gerard did not leave, he rely stepped back a few paces and silently watched.
Then there was a sigh.
“Well, under that eye, fake pretenses are indeed aningless.”
Yong Xin suddenly “ca back to life.”
Under Gerard’s gaze, the severed half of his body crawled back and reattached itself to the other half.
“The more I think about it, the more curious I get about that eye,” Yong Xin said as he recombined, looking again at Gerard’s left eye, “Logically speaking, I can even stop my heartbeat, you shouldn’t be able to see through , and before you took action, there should have been no difference between and any normal person…”
He paused.
“Or is it that you didn’t act because of that eye, but because… you wanted to kill from the very beginning? Yes… it must be that way, this is so like you, this is you!”
He beca increasingly excited, licking his lips soaked in blood, and scread.
“Just like when you could act against your polluted comrade! Now you can act against your contaminated son! This is you, this is you ahahaha!”
Yong Xin’s laughter had not yet ended when the chainsaw sword was swung into the air again, tracing a semi-circular arc before chopping off his incompletely attached head again.
Then he swung the sword around again, making a downward slice along the headless body.
Although this chainsaw sword, repaired by Ju, was far less powerful not only compared to the new model nowadays but also compared to itself ten years ago, it was still sufficient for a re mortal.
Moreover, Gerard clearly did not consider Yong Xin as a normal person; he treated him like the pollutants that had been lingering at his doorstep for the past ten years, aiming each attack to chop him into pieces, making sure he couldn’t co back.
Soon, Gerard had chopped Yong Xin into a ss, making it impossible for him even to stand.
Yet Yong Xin still did not die, as his voice was coming from all directions.
“Right, right, this is it! This is the you I rember, this is what you taught .”
Gerard discovered that the sources of the voices were Yong Xin’s scattered flesh and blood.
So he stepped forward again, crushing each piece of vocal flesh and blood with the chainsaw sword.
Yet Yong Xin’s voice did not disappear; he shouted at Gerard.
“Do you want to kill now? Why?”
“Have you forgotten?”
“You were the one who told not to die!”
“You told not to die!”
Gerard’s body paused for a mont, he spun around and saw those bits of flesh and blood, like dandelions, drifting in the air behind him taking shape.
He struck a strange pose, battered and nestling in a corner, as if seriously injured, yet revealing a pale smile towards him.
“Why would you forget?” Yong Xin softly said, “It was you who told not to die, father.”
This image struck Gerard like a hamr to the heart.
No, not to die?
That phrase made Gerard feel sowhat bewildered.
At the sa ti, he heard a series of hurried footsteps.
He subconsciously turned his head, then widened his eyes.
Because he saw soone walking toward him.
And that soone was dressed in Night Star’s uniform, his face full of urgency and panic, as if desperate to accomplish sothing.
But that was not the point.
The point was, that man was… Gerard himself.
He thought it was another of Yong Xin’s tricks, instinctively slashing with the chainsaw sword.
But the chainsaw sword hit nothing, slashing through the air unhindered.
Is this… an illusion?!
Shocked, Gerard hadn’t reacted further when that ten-year-old illusion rushed in front of him and rged with him.
Then, Gerard felt a burst of intense pain, as if new things were constantly erging in his mind.
Soon after, he heard Bai Wei’s voice.
“Ah, I see.”
“This, this is the price you pay?”
…Price?
What price?
Before Gerard could understand, the newly erged mories in his mind whisked him away.
Back to that forgotten mont ten years ago.
…
“Lord Gerard, this is an urgent mission, please lead your Night Star to the Polluted Land as soon as possible.”
Affairs Officer 44 handed over a piece of paper with a smile.
“This is important, please hurry.”
After receiving the paper, he unfolded it to find a simple drawing of an open box containing a piece of tongue.
“Bring it back,” said Affairs Officer 44.
…
“Captain, the location of this mission is quite deep, isn’t it?”
A middle-aged Knight in a tidy uniform pointed solemnly at the map.
“This has already far exceeded the designated scouting range, that place is completely unknown… what are we looking for there?”
He raised his head, looking at the distant fog and the mountainous, indescribable mass within the fog, he softly said.
“We’re looking for the hope of Lyra.”
…
“Captain, what exactly is this thing?”
A severely wounded Knight sat there, his face showing exhaustion yet he looked over with intense seriousness.
“As soon as we took it, all the pollutants in the Polluted Land rushed towards us like crazy. At this rate, all of us will die here… I’m not afraid of sacrificing, but I want to know, what exactly are we risking our lives for.”
He lowered his head to look at the tongue in the box, then raised his head again, gazing at the remaining half of the team, and clenched his fists tightly.
“I… can’t say.”
The ground began to tremble, and the roar of beasts echoed in his ears again. He knew those damned creatures were catching up.
“We can’t rest now,” he said.
…
“Father, it seems I can only make it this far…”
The excessively young Knight revealed a pale smile as he struggled for breath.
“You must take it out, this is… our last hope. Also, Ina, please tell her… I’m sorry.”
“No! Ian!” He grasped the box and scread desperately at the young Knight, “Don’t die! Don’t die!”
The tongue in the box trembled slightly.
He turned his head, the monsters still approaching in the distance, and now only he and the young Knight remained in the entire squad.
And he knew, relying only on himself, there was no way to bring back the tongue; the monsters would not let him leave.
“No, don’t die, Ian.”
He spoke again to the young Knight, who was about to lose all his vitality, his voice filled with pleading, even he was about to break down.
He was severely injured.
Could not take the young Knight with him.
Nor could he take the tongue.
He… needed reinforcents.
He was about to leave the Pollution Zone, just a little reinforcent, and he could quickly return here.
Looking at the young Knight, barely hanging on to life, he knew he had only one choice.
“Don’t die,” he pressed his forehead against the young Knight’s, as if trying to transfer so of his own warmth to him, “wait for to co back… I will definitely co back.”
Then, he buried the box in the massive Purification Source Crystal nearby, hoping this product from the Holy Sound could bring so delay to those monsters.
Even a slight delay would suffice.
He took one last look at the young Knight, then without hesitation, dashed in the direction of Lyra.
He knew, he was Gerard, the Knight of the Night Star.
He needed reinforcents.
To save his son, as well as take away the thing that could save Lyra.
He must co back, his son was still waiting for him.
He thought so.
But… his head hurt.
It really hurt.
As if sothing was tearing apart his body… and soul.
Making him feel as though things were continuously falling.
…
He was Gerard.
He needed reinforcents.
His son was waiting for him.
Lyra was waiting for him.
…
He was Gerard.
He needed reinforcents.
His son was waiting for him.
…
He was Gerard.
He needed reinforcents.
…
He was Gerard.
…
Finally, he ran out of the fog, but his eyes were full of confusion.
Why was he here?
What was he supposed to do?
He raised his head, seeing countless people rushing towards him, screaming at him.
“Gerard!”
“You, you betrayed Lyra!”
…
His eyes snapped open.
Yong Xin was still sitting there, covered in blood.
“Do you rember? Father.”
“You told not to die, you said you would co for .”
He spoke softly.
“Are you here… to pick up now?”
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