Tmkoc Sex Stories Chapter 509: That Figure with a Head Full of White Hair
Chapter 509: That Figure with a Head Full of White Hair
Actually, he didn't know why either.
It was just that when that pale silver death beam shot over, when her body was sent crashing to the ground by the impact of the bullets, he just desperately, urgently wanted to make himself do something.
Even if it wouldn't have any effect.
Even if it was nothing more than a final, dying struggle.
But at the very least.
It wouldn't become a regret, right?
Because a man, even if he's a complete and utter waste, should still have the courage to step forward and protect the girl beside him at the very last moment.
At that moment, the entire sky seemed to be pierced by that bone-chilling, drawn-out roar.
Boundless, wildly dancing winds, like a bloody spring from hell, converged in an instant within his ferocious eyes, gathering into a single, eerie purple flower bud.
He didn't know why, he didn't know what it was.It was like an echo of the soul.
Something that seemed not to belong to him, surging madly in that moment from the deepest depths of his consciousness.
Unstoppable!
Unresistable!
Like a sleeper, violently wrenching open his ferocious eyes in an instant.
Beneath his feet.
Countless interwoven, crawling purple patterns abruptly surfaced, a colossal Pupil-less Eye surfaced, that grand, gradually blooming Violet surfaced.
An aura that did not belong to this world suddenly rumbled forth, sweeping outwards as if dragging the entire sky into a pitch-black abyss.
The God of All Machines's expression changed drastically almost instantly.
Hei Xianyue also, with great difficulty, turned her head in that moment, looking towards that young man standing tall amidst the dazzling light patterns with a shocked gaze.
In an instant.
"Ahhhhhhhhh—"
A roar that shook the heavens resounded through the firmament.
Endless purple light instantly enveloped the entire sky, blinding everyone's vision, causing the trembling gazes of all to be swallowed by that boundless radiance.
[Ding! Your Recovery Level has reached 9%]
Faintly accompanied by that prompt.
Countless mechanical units were swept up in the light cascade, hurled violently in all directions.
That annihilating silver death beam also, upon contact with the light cascade, shattered into countless motes of light with a thunderous crash.
The massive Black Inverted Pyramid also began to crack continuously within that light curtain, instantly becoming covered in countless fissures.
Heaven and earth became one color.
Turned pale.
In the ears, it seemed only the echoes of the abyss remained.
Within Hei Xianyue's wide, empty pupils, at the very center of the light cascade, the silhouette of that young man seemed to be reflected.
She saw the pale, flowing long hair within the light.
Like eyes dampened by the passage of time.
He seemed to have grown up a lot all at once, seemed to have become no longer like that young man who had fallen into darkness.
He just slightly turned his face, glancing towards her.
And this glance.
Was as unfamiliar as if you were facing the entire sky.
She sat there in a daze, her entire consciousness blank.
She felt an inexplicable fear, a reverence born from the deepest depths of the soul, as if what you were facing was not a person, but the unbroken history within the endless river of time.
And it was also within that sky-filling light curtain.
She saw that young man raise his head.
Saw him look towards the God of All Machines that blotted out the sky, saw his long, cascading white hair.
He took a step forward.
In that instant, the God of All Machines actually felt an indescribable shudder of fear, as if what lurked within that light curtain was a monster he wasn't even qualified to look up to.
He felt a gaze.
His eyes filled with dense, packed fear, his entire body turned ice-cold, as if his whole soul had been submerged in a bone-chilling icy pool.
He instinctively wanted to move.
But at this moment, he discovered, to his horror, that he couldn't even manage to twitch a single finger.
Fear!
That was an instinctive fear spreading from the deepest depths of his soul.
And it was in that boundless silence that he seemed to vaguely see a hand, saw that flurry of white hair, saw him slowly reaching out towards him.
In an instant.
He felt an immense suffocation, as if his soul was being effortlessly strangled, his body effortlessly suppressed.
His pupils violently dilated, the massive dragon head seemed to be constricted by an invisible force, he could only struggle desperately, futilely moving his dragon claws.
Cracks began to appear on his mechanical neck, the hard armor slowly denting inwards, a huge, finger-shaped indentation faintly appearing on his neck.
Suffocation.
Death-like suffocation.
This was also the first time he discovered.
That a mechanical body could actually feel such immense suffocation.
His pupils kept dilating, kept scattering, kept trembling.
The feeling of death clearly enveloped his entire being, as if with just one more breath, he would bid farewell to this world forever.
Coldness spread!
But it was at the very next moment, just as he thought he was about to die.
That endless light curtain slowly began to recede.
That massive purple Magic Circle gradually dimmed, the final, defining stroke of the Pupil-less Eye at the circle's center also faded away once more as the light curtain dimmed.
The force that was about to kill him also suddenly lightened.
And right before his trembling gaze, that vaguely visible figure with white hair within the light curtain also, like scattered feathers, slowly dissipated.
Thump—
At the very moment everyone's vision recovered, that black-haired young man collapsed to the ground, his body hitting the earth with a heavy thud, kicking up fine dust. His closed eyes seemed to carry a kind of ancient sorrow.
The whole world was shaken.
Everyone's vision also returned in that instant, looking with shock and urgency towards the city that had returned to darkness.
And towards that young man who had fallen within the city.
Like a dream, a cold, suffocating dream, that suddenly immersed you in the deepest, most piercing depths of a frigid pool, making every single part of your body tremble with fear.
"Sovereign?! You... what happened to you?!"
A voice filled with drastic change from within the Hive shattered the deathly silence.
Instantly.
All the Mechanical Consciousnesses snapped back to attention, immediately turning to look at the screen projecting their Sovereign's main body.
And the moment they saw clearly, their consciousnesses buzzed with a deafening roar, plunging into a state of blankness and shock.
Because, at some unknown time.
A massive grip mark had appeared on their Sovereign's neck, the entire neck almost dented in by a full circle. They could even clearly see the huge finger imprints on it.
This... what on earth is this...
How is this possible...
Their faces turned deathly pale.
Clearly, during that brief moment when their vision was obscured, their Sovereign had suffered massive damage, as if something had almost twisted the neck of their God of All Machines.
But how was this possible? Not to mention in this world, even looking across the Upper World, who could so easily leave such an obvious, fatal mark on their Sovereign?
In an instant.
They sharply turned their heads, trembling as they looked towards the young man inside the Cursed City, eyes closed, already fallen unconscious.
"Was it him?"