Chapter 482
All the details of time were etched in Xia Er's mind, but this time, the strong sound of deception had been replaced by the strong sound of death.
But...
Killing the strong sound was easy. After so many simulations, Xia Er knew him like the back of her hand, with countless ways to bring about his demise.
However, killing the strong sound didn’t mean the end; his death was merely the beginning of the events.
Xia Er couldn’t predict how things would unfold after killing the strong sound. It had been a long time since she had felt the weight of risk in reality...
Fortunately, after the rewind, all traces of her actions would be erased.
The strong sound would only leave behind information about the Pope of Aierigemma or Lafayette and Mond, with no way to trace back to Xia Er.
Time ticked away, and finally, at five in the afternoon, there was a knock on Xia Er's door from Tara. Xia Er quickly set down the book she had been reading.
Tara opened the door directly—this was something Xia Er had instructed, a clear sign.
The information about Lafayette had arrived.
The strong sound was already in Windsor Palace, plunged into a coma.
“Let’s go, notify the Pope of Aierigemma and Eleanor.”
Xia Er donned a silver mask and hurried downstairs.
Her only task now was to ensure the strong sound...
Died once.
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PS:
I couldn’t sleep, so I got up and wrote 4,000 words. Consider this an update for today. I plan to stay up until a normal schedule; otherwise, I’ll never recover.
Good morning!
I want to!
Live until at least seven tonight!
And then, good night!
**Chapter 254: The Death of the Strong Sound! Time Loop! (4690 words)**
In the wide square outside Windsor Palace, a dozen armored steel warhorses were dragging a massive silver metal cube, halting outside the palace garden.
The metal cube appeared extremely heavy, resting on a nearly ten-meter-wide iron plate, with rows of rollers resembling steamrollers beneath it. The cobblestone path had been crushed, revealing the hard earth underneath.
In front of this eye-catching convoy stood a figure clad in tattered silver armor and a dark green cloak, facing the iron railing at the garden entrance.
She slowly raised her right hand, and the iron railing began to heat up gradually. In just one second, it turned a bright red, melting into blood-like liquid that flowed onto the ground, scorching the surrounding flowers and grass until they withered and ignited.
With the iron barrier gone, the green-cloaked knight walked into the palace, followed closely by the convoy.
The convoy surged into the garden like a tide of steel, finally stopping at the main hall entrance as the green-cloaked knight raised her hand.
Buzz—
A black canopy enveloped the entire palace. Instantly, the onlookers who had been gasping in awe seemed to forget what was happening inside the palace, exchanging puzzled glances before returning to their own affairs.
“I never expected we would have a day of collaboration,” Aierigemma said, removing her hood to look at the woman in the black robe and white faceless mask at the center of the hall.
“Heh...” Eleanor merely let out a hoarse laugh, not responding to Aierigemma's words.
“Let’s hurry... that esteemed one is still waiting,” Aierigemma had no intention of prolonging the conversation, her gaze shifting to the hunched figure emerging from the side door.
“Lafayette, you’re joining the collaboration too?” Aierigemma looked at Lafayette, seemingly surprised.
“Collaboration?” Lafayette glanced at Aierigemma through her goggles, a sinister smile creeping onto her face. “Heh heh heh... your assumptions could be bolder... this way.”
Lafayette turned and walked away, with Aierigemma following closely behind.
Descending the stairs, they traversed a short underground corridor, stopping in front of an ancient wooden door.
Lafayette slowly pushed the door open, revealing a spacious interior... and the strong sound and Windsor lying on the operating table.
At that moment, Windsor’s entire head had been opened up, a large portion of her brain seemingly excised, her life hanging in the balance.
On the other side, a dark green mass of brain matter was attached to the strong sound’s forehead, with numerous filaments resembling spider webs or fungal threads entwined in his hair and scalp, seemingly piercing directly into his brain.
Aierigemma was not unfamiliar with this scene.
“Defective product.” Aierigemma shook her head, stepping forward to stand before the lying strong sound. She raised her hand, and a silver spear forged from steel began to take shape in her grasp.
Without any hesitation, the moment the spear was fully formed, Aierigemma thrust it directly into the strong sound’s heart.
At the instant the spear pierced the strong sound, a spiritual alarm blared in his mind, awakening his previously dormant consciousness. He suddenly opened his eyes, the whites now completely dark green.
Swoosh—!
The massive spear drove deep into the strong sound’s chest, its barbs emerging from within, firmly ensnaring his organs and flesh.
If one were to forcibly withdraw the spear, it would undoubtedly tear out a large portion of his insides... even for a fourth-tier extraordinary being with exceptional physical prowess, death was merely a matter of time.
“Hiss... ugh...”
The intense pain caused the strong sound’s fingers to twitch slightly, the effects of the drugs rapidly fading as he slowly regained control over his body.
“Aier...igemma...”
Blood mixed with fragments of his insides spilled from the corner of the strong sound’s mouth.
Crack—
Aierigemma slowly lifted the spear, her arm raised, the spear’s shaft tucked under her armpit, lifting the strong sound entirely.
She carried him like a flag, striding toward the exit.
At this moment, the strong sound’s vision was blurred, but his expression still bore disbelief.
“How... even you...”
The strong sound’s body swayed slightly with Aierigemma’s steps, his gaze crossing over her to land on Lafayette behind her.
“Cough cough...”
He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Aierigemma descended the stairs step by step, making her way outside the palace. It was only when they reached the outside that the strong sound noticed the sky shrouded in darkness.
“Goddess of Salvation... God of Order...”
“Redemption Society... Joy Society... Pharos Medical Society...”
“Cough cough...”
Who was targeting him? It felt as if, in an instant, all organizations were out to get him.
Behind the strong sound, out of his sight, the massive iron block began to emit a searing glow toward Aierigemma, slowly melting away.
The heat wave completely dried and then ignited the surrounding grass, transforming the once beautiful garden into a desolate inferno in mere seconds.
It seemed something was hidden within the core of that massive iron block.
“If you’re going to blame someone, blame yourself for picking the wrong fight,” Aierigemma raised the spear, adjusting her grip as if preparing to throw a javelin, her body leaning back slightly. “Strong sound.”
“Heh heh...” The strong sound weakly lifted his eyelids, looking at Aierigemma before him. “You’re out too...”
Aierigemma hurled the spear forward, releasing it with a sharp crack, sending the strong sound hurtling toward the core revealed by the molten iron—the node to the other realm.
In an instant, the spear, along with the strong sound, was thrust into the blood-red portal to the other realm, and the molten iron quickly reformed, sealing the node that had only emitted a breath for a few seconds.
Meanwhile, back at home, Xia Er slowly lifted her head.
In her mind, a red light flickered, revealing a vague armored shape within.
“It’s here...”
A metallic hum resonated in Xia Er’s mind.
“Have Xiao Zuo gnaw off his fingers.”
Xia Er issued the command to the red light in her mind.
After about half a minute, the red light flickered again.
“Uh... gnawed them off.”
Xia Er took a deep breath, opened the system’s simulation interface, and looked at the time displayed.
Since the time for the previous day’s simulation had already passed, both the upcoming and past simulations had completely reset.
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