PFC Chapter 126 Broken Sword
Chapter 126 Broken Sword
A strand of silver hair brushed against his cheek, and the all-too-familiar scent of cool roses wafted into his nose.
The elegant man in white took a step forward, brushing against his shoulder. A silver-white light flickered on his graceful and straight back, and instantly condensed into six white wings.
The man turned around, with a faint smile on his face, which was as finely crafted as a work of art, and a hint of relief in his clear eyes.
"Go ahead, I'm here." He said softly, his tone calm, but his eyes revealed determination and firmness.
Zhang Yi's whole body trembled violently! He knew Deng Shentong too well. From the moment he appeared here, Zhang Yi immediately understood what he was going to do next!
He rushed forward without hesitation, trying to grab a corner of the man's white clothes. However, the moment he stretched out his hand, he suddenly felt his body was tightly bound by countless silver threads, making him unable to move at all.
"Deng Shentong!!! Let me go and stop right there!" Zhang Yi struggled desperately and roared at the back of Deng Shentong as he retreated. His eyes were red, filled with anger and despair.
Reluctance, fear, regret...all kinds of complex emotions surged into his heart like a tide, like thorny vines, spreading and growing wildly deep in his heart, piercing his already scarred heart into a bloody mess.
He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, the pain was piercing, but he was completely unaware. Blood flowed down his fingertips and dripped onto the ground, forming shocking blood flowers.
"No!!! You can't go!" He cried out heartbreakingly, tears pouring out of his eyes like a flood, blurring his vision: "You lied to me again? You had expected this to happen, right! Why? Why did you do this..."
The extreme fear made it almost impossible for him to breathe. His throat seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand. He could only let out a hoarse roar like a wounded beast: "Come back... please."
Zhang Yi's voice trembled in the cold wind, as if it would disappear at any time.
Deng Shentong smiled slightly, he slowly turned around, and spread his wings to fly high into the biting cold wind.
His silver hair fluttered freely in the wind, and his six wings shone brightly in the sun, as if a god had descended to earth.
"This is my destiny, Zhang Yi." He said softly, then closed his eyes.
The slender and gorgeous Griffith was unsheathed. In an instant, an extremely powerful and holy energy poured out from the sword like a torrent, condensing into tens of millions of silver threads.
These silver threads sparkled with dazzling brilliance, intertwining and entwining, just like a huge silver net, tightly covering the entire Blizzard City.
Just at this moment, a gust of wind swept over like an overwhelming force.
The wind was fierce, like a roaring beast. Wherever it passed, the air was violently compressed, making a sharp and piercing sound, as if it would pierce people's eardrums.
The death of love has finally arrived.
Deng Shentong suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes revealing incomparable determination and resoluteness.
He held a long sword with the tip pointing straight forward. At the same time, behind him, a huge platinum hexagram suddenly unfolded at an astonishing speed, exuding a suffocating aura of majesty, like a miracle coming to the world.
At this moment, his figure seemed to merge with the sword in his hand, becoming an indestructible, extremely sharp and peerless divine weapon!
Deng Shentong's eyes were cold and sharp, as sharp as a sword!
At this moment, he seemed to have transcended the scope of mortals and transformed into a lonely and powerful sword.
Whether the one ahead is the death of love or something else, it no longer matters.
Deng Shentong suddenly drew his sword! The sword drew a gorgeous arc in the air, carrying endless power, and fiercely stabbed at the God of Death of Love!
He actually tried to destroy the God of Death of Love in mid-air by his own strength!
"Break it for me!"
With his roar, the space around him seemed to be torn apart, and there were clouds, lightning and thunder between heaven and earth!
In an instant, the sky turned dark, the sun and the moon lost their radiance, and the wind and clouds changed color!
The moment the two suddenly collided, the light that burst out was like a dazzling star suddenly exploding! The light was so dazzling that it was impossible to look directly at it; and it was so hot that it seemed to melt everything in the world.
Endless light enveloped everything. The sky and the earth seemed to have turned pale at this moment. The whole world seemed to have been paused suddenly. Time froze, and everything was silent. No sound could be heard anymore.
Then, a huge energy shock dissipated from the center of the explosion!
This place is too close to Blizzard City. If we allow the energy impact of the explosion of the Death of Love to continue, it will still cause huge casualties.
The Yanyun Guards, who had no time to retreat, closed their eyes in despair as they felt the terrifying energy so close.
At this moment, a distant and ethereal voice suddenly rang in everyone's ears, like an oracle from heaven:
"In the name of God..."
"Give you light!"
The next moment, a huge curtain of light descended from the sky, covering the entire Blizzard City.
The light curtain emitted a soft glow, forming a solid barrier that blocked the energy impact of the explosion of the God of Love.
As the energy was completely absorbed by the barrier, the light curtain shattered, and the overwhelming dazzling white light gradually dissipated, and people could gradually see the current situation clearly.
"Oh my God! That's..."
Everyone present opened their eyes in surprise and looked up at the sky above.
The storm has subsided, and the huge God of Death of Love has disappeared. Only the stirred up fluttering snow bears witness to the thrilling event.
The clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, revealing the warm sun that was rarely seen in the cold winter at the end of the world. The sunlight poured down, illuminating the figure in the air.
He was clearly at the center of the explosion, but he did not turn into ashes immediately.
At this moment, Deng Shentong's silver hair danced in the wind, his six wings fluttered gently, and he was floating quietly in the air like a god.
In his hand, he still held the silver sword tightly, as if nothing had happened.
"That's the captain of the God Squad! Deng Shentong!"
"He saved the entire Blizzard City?! How did he do that by himself against the God of Death of Love? Oh my God!"
Countless surprised discussions and cheers of survivors resounded throughout Blizzard City, and everyone looked at this scene in disbelief.
Deng Yuanbo looked at the surveillance footage and stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open: "Quick! Find the best medical staff!"
Zhang Yi stared with eyes wide open, staring at everything happening before his eyes in disbelief. He seemed to be frozen in place, his mind went blank, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
He would never make a mistake, the scene before him was too familiar.
The silver thread wrapped around him suddenly loosened, losing its binding force.
Obviously, the owner of the silver thread has used up all his strength and can no longer maintain this power.
Zhang Yi's heart suddenly shook, and his body subconsciously rushed forward.
At the same time, the six white wings behind Deng Shentong disappeared in an instant like a bubble.
His body lost support and fell weakly from the sky like a kite with a broken string.
Zhang Yi's heartbeat seemed to stop, and when he came to his senses, he had already caught the man.
Deng Shentong was as light as a piece of paper in his arms, and his face was so pale that it was almost transparent.
He raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, wanting to say something in a nonchalant manner, but as soon as he opened his mouth, blood foam rushed out of his mouth and nose.
The blood dyed his white clothes red, like bright roses blooming in the snow.
How could he be fine? He was not good at defense to begin with, and his only means of survival was the blessing of the Holy Body, which he used with divine power to protect Blizzard City.
He is a lonely straight sword, if it is too hard, it will break.
Zhang Yi stood up in panic and tried to pick up Deng Shentong, but Deng Shentong used up his last bit of strength and gently grabbed the corner of his clothes.
As soon as he opened his mouth, blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth like a fountain, and his originally beautiful face now looked even paler and weaker.
"Ahem... I know my own situation very well..." Deng Shentong said breathlessly.
He knew very well that there were many doctors with more advanced medical skills in Blizzard City.
However, faced with such serious injuries, I'm afraid no one can do anything.
He forced out a gentle and weak smile, as if he had already become indifferent to life and death.
Ever since he stepped into this place, he never thought he would be able to leave alive.
He was asking for death.
"Time is running out... If I don't tell you now, then I may never have the chance to tell you again..."
Each word was uttered with great difficulty, accompanied by violent coughing and more blood spilling out.
"Actually, I know everything..." Deng Shentong's voice became lower and lower, as if he was suffocating by an invisible force. Every word he spoke was extremely difficult, as if it would be interrupted at any time.
"Now that I'm dead, I'll return all these things to you. We're even now. Don't hate me anymore, okay?"
Zhang Yi was stunned, his eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. He had never thought that Deng Shentong had guessed everything.
His heart was instantly overwhelmed by endless pain and self-blame, and his emotions surged like a flood breaking through a dam.
He couldn't accept this fact, and roared in despair: "I don't want you to pay it back! Deng Shentong... I owe you this in the first place!"
Tears blurred Zhang Yi's eyes, and his voice contained a hint of desperate sobs.
His body was shaking violently, as if he had lost the strength to support himself.
"Why are you always like this?! Deng Shentong, I'm asking you a question! Do you really have to take revenge on me like this?!"
Deng Shentong used all his strength to lift the hand that was as heavy as lead. His clear and deep eyes revealed a heartbreaking tenderness.
At this moment, he seemed to have dropped all his cold-blooded pretenses and became so vulnerable.
However, fate always seemed to like playing jokes on people. When his fingertips were just inches away from Zhang Yi, it was as if all his strength was suddenly taken away. His hand slowly drooped and fell weakly back to his side.
"Don't cry..." His gaze stayed on Zhang Yi's face, wanting to convey a last bit of comfort, but the blood had already blurred his vision, making him unable to see the face of the person in front of him.
"The famous Chaos should roam in the vast world, instead of being someone's vassal." His eyes were filled with deep regret and helplessness, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly, forcing out a relieved smile.
"This is my life, not yours."
"You go."
After saying this, his eyes slowly closed, and his long eyelashes trembled slightly like weak butterfly wings, as if he wanted to flutter once more, but in the end he drooped weakly.
His chest stopped rising and falling, and his breathing became weaker and weaker until it stopped completely.
The whole world seemed to have stopped at this moment, except for that face as pale as paper, which was covered in blood but still beautiful.
As if to make Zhang Yi give up completely, a crack appeared without warning on the smooth sword of Griffith that fell to the ground, and it broke apart with a crisp sound.
The sword is broken.