Chapter 1644 - 123: Calamities Gather (Part 5)

Meanwhile, the storm continued to advance with a terrifying force, its fury unrestrained by anything. The tall walls and buildings, before this power, were like paper, easily swallowed up.

Those buildings that had stood for countless ages swayed like wheat stalks, then were uprooted by the storm’s roar, collapsing like sandcastles, crumbling into fine dust, with tons of rubble swept into the sky, leaving only a gray haze as far as the eye could see.

Melissa and Devon were nervously maneuvering the bricks and stones. They didn’t know exactly what was happening, but the collapse of reality and this series of disasters, they had witnessed with their own eyes.

"Faster! Even faster!"

Melissa shouted to the people around her as she dug. In the previous actions, they had already rescued a group of bloodkins, and now they were trying to save others.

Someone wailed, "Run away quickly!"

Melissa, without stopping her movements, reprimanded, "Run? Where can we still escape to?"

Another person said despairingly, "But staying here is just waiting for death!"

"Then leaving here, can we survive?"

Melissa, as if possessed, continued to dig through the rubble, even though her hands were a bloody mess, she did not stop.

Devon assisted Melissa by her side. Unlike Melissa, he was not full of energy. When the vast Ether descended, Devon understood that, as one of the Imperfect, there was no way for him to escape this disaster. What Devon did now was merely to accompany this girl in her performance, to fulfill the obsession in her heart—this final wish.

Someone asked, "Then if we rescue them, can we live?"

Melissa hesitated for a moment. For the first time, she stopped digging and raised the tattered book in her hand.

"We can," Melissa said firmly, "as long as we are pious enough, we can surely summon the redemption of the blazing sun."

"Redemption of the blazing sun? What is that?"

Some people whispered, while others sat dazed, their hearts long since numbed and calm as dead water after the continuous torment. To die under the ruins, or be killed by the Bloodthirsty, swallowed by the storm, or any other death, made no difference to them.

"It’s sunlight! The sun! Daylight! It can extinguish this darkness!"

Melissa shouted in a high voice but then lowered her head, bending over the pit she was digging, continuing to move the rubble and bricks.

"That’s right. As long as the blazing sun comes, we will all be saved, warm blankets, a peaceful life, a happy lifetime... all within reach."

To Melissa’s passionate exposition, no one responded. They had been tormented for too long, like completely tamed animals, afraid to step beyond even if the cage was unlocked.

Melissa gave them a disappointed glance, muttering to herself, "It’s okay, it’s okay, even if only I believe, even if only I hope."

Uncovering the ruins, rescuing more people, more souls, to fulfill that grand wish.

Continue! Continue! Keep going!

Even if the fingers break, even if the arms are a mangled mess, even if the sharp pain engulfs the mind, even if death looms close.

Melissa will not stop, nor will she give up.

Gradually, her blood stained the ruins, but the intense pain gradually subsided. Melissa felt her body inexplicably lightened, her tormented flesh seemed to grow stronger, and the heavy bricks and stones in her hands felt as light as feathers.

Melissa dug faster and deeper. Devon, who was helping her, also stopped, staring in amazement at Melissa’s actions. The other bloodkins noticed her peculiarity and approached.

Melissa appeared to possess extraordinary power, effortlessly moving the heavy and large slabs, and the wounds on her fingers unknowingly healed, though Melissa herself was entirely unaware of these changes.

Like a Hercules, she moved the last obstacle, successfully clearing the path. The surviving bloodkins crawled out gratefully from below the ruins. However, just as the first person crawled out, the massive, tilted slab overhead began to fall. As he was about to be crushed into pulp, the slab stopped.

The bloodkin raised his head, and Melissa’s frail body easily lifted the slab, along with several tons of debris behind it.

"Go quickly!"

Melissa said to him in a calm tone, without a hint of strain.

The bloodkin froze for a moment, hurriedly climbing out, one after another. After everyone had emerged from the ruins, Melissa effortlessly set down the heavy slab, climbing out of the pit amid the rumbling echoes.

All the bloodkins were looking at her.

Melissa didn’t understand why everyone was looking at her, nor did she perceive her strength. Devon was just about to remind her when the terrifying storm approached from afar.

Right now, the Land of Eternal Night had become a Hell untraversable by mortals, and even the Undead struggled to escape unscathed. As the Song of Wind Fall approached, the Blood and Flesh Plague of the Eternal Rotting Land also spread over, turning the earth into a blood-colored mycelium, with numerous broken Bloodthirsty and Night Race approaching these living bloodkins.

The threat of death instantly shattered the bloodkins’ awe of Melissa. Instinctively, they gathered toward the center, toward Melissa, yet the scarlet mycelium continued to spread.