Novel Full Chapter 1345: Chapter 72: [Cain]
Chapter 1345: Chapter 72: [Cain]
Flames, just a spark holds the potential for endless burning… the fire released by the Golden Dragon is just like this.
Like a queen of flames, massive fireballs emerged from Fafnir’s palm… no matter how many roots there were, no matter how fast they grew, they seemed incapable of resisting the speed of these flames.
However, the entire Lost Rift is vast, expansive enough to cover the territories of all Thirteen Clans within the Unhuman Domain… and this is merely the portion where the Torrido Clan resides in the Lost Rift.
These serpent vines, along with the roots growing from them, could be described as endless… even though these roots have simple instincts—once angered by this place, the entire Lost Canine beneath the Torrido Clan’s rift fell into an eruption!
Countless vines wound around the edges of the Corpse Pit, they covered the entire slope of the pit and even higher… like giant waves of vines, cascading down in waves!
In an instant, the entire Corpse Pit was thoroughly transformed into the territory of these vampire tendrils… upon the ground, the intertwined blue-black vampire tendrils resembled a roughly woven carpet.
Then, from beneath the earth, vine after vine, twin trunks like long serpents emerged, twisting and bending their bodies, reaching heights of dozens of meters.
Fafnir continued to unrestrainedly release its Dragon Flame—only, it didn’t realize that sweat was now pouring profusely from its body.
Suddenly, it felt a void in its body… the Golden Dragon possessed vast Magic Power—yet at this moment, it felt a sense of powerlessness—the surrounding elemental recovery was more than just scarce, and crucially… it had some internal issues.
Problems regarding stamina.
At this moment, Fafnir’s state was akin to a fighter about to defend a championship title, yet the night before the decisive battle, indulged recklessly, cavorting with several party girls—after the first round, it was already drenched in sweat, spent, with weakened legs—a condition commonly known as: kidney deficiency.
The terrifying Dragon Flame suddenly allowed the raging vine waves to envelop and extinguish them, followed by dozens of massive vampire tendrils, shooting out countless roots like fishing lines, coiling around Fafnir’s body, limbs, and waist.
Facing this situation, the Golden Dragon’s sense of powerlessness became increasingly apparent… it even started panting heavily.
Of course, even panting sounded pleasant—after all, it was indeed a creature very close to perfect beauty… yes, a creature.
—I! Fafnir! Burst!!
A tremendous dragon roar erupted from its mouth, the shout from its heart wasn’t spoken aloud, yet at this stage, whether embracing beauty or possessing the heart of a writer, its essence remained dragon in nature, and as the last Golden Dragon—its ferocity as a dragon was fully unleashed at this moment!
Finally, the weakened Golden Dragon was entirely enveloped by a layering of roots, becoming a massive cocoon!
Watching the self-proclaimed Ms. Miro-chan eventually sink deep into the roots of Lost Canine, Norman, clutching the young girl Mina and continually relying on his bat wings to evade the pursuing vines, suddenly appeared more solemn.
Facing the crushing wave of vines, Norman ultimately couldn’t escape the Lost Rift, he couldn’t even clear the Corpse Pit before being directly engulfed by the waves of vines alongside the young girl Mina, submerged in this terrifying sea of vegetation…
With resistance now non-existent, the entirety of the Corpse Pit was now at least half shallower than usual… because this area was now filled with at least half of the Lost Canine’s vines and roots… which were the so-called capillary blood vessels from the first bloodsucker that retained vitality even after death.
Only the peculiar algae growing on the cliffs continued to emit a gentle blue light… the place finally returned to an eerie calm.
Within this heavy stillness, only the resentful spirits of the children lingered over the vine ocean, either playing or crawling… scattered all around.
Additionally, the vine ocean now automatically knitted itself into various shapes… slides, mounts, or dolls.
As if accompanying… accompanying these spirits.
An eerie and silent playground had thus emerged atop the flooded Corpse Pit from the vine ocean.
…
Meanwhile.
Deeply buried at the bottom of the vine ocean, the former Corpse Pit, within the sanctuary constructed by those who once resided here… a shelter made of Red Dragon Skeleton.
Space around the dwelling, even above it, had opened up… the vines seemed to weave into a basket, inverted over this residence before hardening… the hardened vines were like steel branches, effectively hindering the mindless growth of roots.
Inside the dwelling, between Luo Qiu and this Little Wraith, where their fingertips touched, a starlight glow subtly illuminated the surroundings.
…
Revealing brief fragments of its once short lifetime.
Perhaps fictional, perhaps a real past—when Boss Luo and the maid slowly opened their eyes within these bygone days.
Still the original Corpse Pit, but what was visible was more alive compared to when Boss Luo and the maid initially arrived.
Same colors, same piles of corpses, same dwelling… but hazily there was a Path, tidied up to allow passage, not scattered randomly, chaotically strewn bones… and people.
Here lived the descendants of ancient escapees from the bloodsucker Farm.
Due to being mere projections, these people naturally couldn’t know the arrival of unfamiliar man and woman beside them… they would never know—strictly speaking, regarding those currently appearing here, Boss and the maid belonged to the Future.
Here was the Past.
Furthermore… there was sunlight here—not relying on the peculiar algae to emit faint blue light, but daylight.
Transparent, seemingly possessing real warmth, allowing shadows to be distinctly outlined, accompanied by a gentle breeze—but no Sun.
This also explained why Boss Luo’s first impression felt like Life.
“Here…” Naturally, the maid noticed the anomaly.
But Luo Qiu merely shook his head slightly, observing the scattered people ahead, then walked over—naturally, it differed somewhat from what the beast skin diary depicted.
At least, given the current situation, the environment here varied slightly from what the diary recorded—he saw plenty of food, prepared into various forms of dry rations, hung out to sun in front of their respective homes.
Parts of the pit’s edges were cultivated into fields, where men laboriously tilled the land. Meanwhile, the women collected berries near the field, or used plant fibers spun into threads outside their homes, crafting garments with crude bone needles… some also nurtured newborns.
Luo Qiu heard the soft singing of a woman… through a bone-supported window, within the dwelling, a mother gently rocked a cradle.
Inside was a sleeping child, who hadn’t long arrived in this world, eyes not yet fully open.
—Send a wish, let the stars carry it away.
——Doing this job will take you further
——Send a wish, let the stars carry it away.
——You, who creates the map, will also appear somewhere on it.
——Wave your hand, send a hope;
——A death wish before the end.
——Wave your hand, send a hope;
——Save all your failed souls…
Will help the child sleep better… a lullaby from the mother.
Soon, the man returned home with the day’s harvest… The man who set down his heavy basket, with a smile, came to the cradle, bowed to kiss the woman, then bent lower to kiss the sleeping child.
At this moment, as if he truly existed in this past, as if he could wake the man, the woman, and the sleeping child, Luo Qiu brought his finger to his lips, gesturing softly to the maid.
He didn’t even want to speak, fearing he might disrupt this peace.
On a cleaner path, Boss Luo and the maid gradually reached a more open space… A square, adorned with various peculiar decorations… This feeling is akin to the Clan’s Farm.
The Ancients on the Farm receive various kinds of education, endowed with different personas… Even at the same age, their culture, aesthetics, and perceptions vary… Only unique Farm produce can be called advanced cuisine.
Yet, Luo Qiu still hasn’t found the sight of the Little Wraith—although this past, using it as the linkage, has reconnected the past and future in this brief moment.
Perhaps due to using its perspective, it does not appear… Or it’s simply hiding.
Luo Qiu feels it’s more like hiding, playing a game of hide-and-seek… The two simultaneously glance at a column made from the assemblage of many unknown bones.
A small figure peeks out momentarily, then swiftly retreats… Who else but the Little Wraith that invaded Maria?
But when the master and servant reach the white-boned column, the Little Wraith has already gone ahead—into the chaotic yet peculiarly orderly white-boned streets.
It frequently glances back, much like a mischievous little devil coming out to play tricks on Halloween… As if leading them somewhere.
They follow it.
The surroundings change into thick fog, suddenly appearing and disappearing, and before them is the edge of the Corpse Pit… It halts at the entrance of a cave at the pit’s edge, after one last glance at Luo Qiu and the maid, dives into the cave, disappearing without a trace.
They don’t plan to follow… because they’ve sensed someone is about to come out of this cave… But the figure just reaches the cave’s edge.
At the verge where sunlight cannot reach, where shadows and light converge… a faintly visible silhouette.
At this moment, the Little Wraith hides beneath the silhouette’s feet, timidly poking its head out.
A voice comes from the cave’s mouth… It’s the silhouette speaking, a low, slightly raspy, and even old voice, “It’s been a long, long time since outsiders came here… The last time was a pair of dying lovers.”
He… it, the silhouette before the cave’s mouth, is obviously different from all the humans here—able to converse with Boss Luo and the maid, at least proving he… it has a connection with the Little Wraith.
“Dying lovers?” But Luo Qiu isn’t eager to inquire about the figure’s origin, just more curious about these dying lovers he mentioned.
He… it casually says, “They used to live here… in the past. At least from your perspective, it was the past. Well… don’t stand there, if you don’t mind, come in and sit for a bit. This child rarely brings anyone here, he probably likes you… I’ll make sure you’re well taken care of.”
“Then, we’ll intrude.” Luo Qiu nodded with a smile, then walked into the cave.
Passing into darkness, they find it’s not entirely pitch black—those missing rift algae reappear within the cave, illuminating everything with a ghostly blue light.
Boss Luo naturally sees the person he’s conversing with more clearly.
Dressed in a linen robe, its hem is torn. His hair is unkempt, naturally growing, hanging down to his chest, grizzled.
Emaciated, his visage aged… His eyes seem gouged out, leaving only two deeply sunken sockets… at least an old and blind elder judging by appearance.
Yet, appearing here indicates he naturally has no relation to being ordinary.
“I didn’t scare you, did I?” The elder slowly walks ahead… He’s familiar with this place, even without seeing, his steps are confident. He softly says, “I don’t know what I look like now… but last time, it probably startled them.”
“I think it’s not as bad as you believe.” Luo Qiu casually replies.
The elder doesn’t turn back, just laughs softly, “Indeed, though some obscurity exists, I can feel you have a bit more ability than that pair of lovers last time… They might be afraid of me, a guy with not much ability. But I’m curious, how did you evade the Canine’s attack, and what convinced this little fellow to bring you here?”
“Sir, is this… inside the Lost Canine?” Luo Qiu suddenly asks.
The elder says, “Not entirely… or rather, I am it, but it is not me.”
At this moment, the maid, having said nothing, suddenly speaks softly upon seeing her master’s pensive gaze, “Have you forgotten me… Cain?”
Simultaneously, as the maid speaks, a slight intentional fluctuation emanates from her.
The elder walking with the Little Wraith suddenly freezes slightly, then halts.
After a moment, he slowly turns around, “I don’t think so… But, I wonder if my memory has some discrepancies… So, Orleans’ girl, tell me… which world is this?”
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