NOVEL SIMPLE Chapter 841: The End of Hyperion's Search for Her Father
Chapter 841: The End of Hyperion's Search for Her Father
In the Blood King’s Palace, the blackness of the sky blocked out all light. Only a blood-red moon appeared, which turned into the eyes of the Blood King’s Palace, overlooking this underground world.
"Go to hell, you dead soul!"
Lachar used all his magic power to condense a blood-red magic mirror in front of him.
Lanqi's figure was reflected in the mirror, but there was something subtly different about it.
The Lanqi in the mirror had empty eyes, a pale face, and an ominous aura shrouded his whole body.
“Pope, this is the reflection of your heart.”
Lachar smiled grimly.
"You appear to be pure and righteous on the outside, but inside you hide endless darkness. You are no different from us!"
No matter how strong Pope Saint Polante is, once he is hit by this move, he will start fighting himself. By then, Lachar does not believe that he cannot break his defense.
Whenever the Pope loses his concentration, the Black Pope in the mirror will come out and become a summoned creature that Lachar can temporarily control.
Lanqi just stared at the magic mirror, with a hint of indifference on the corner of his mouth.
"Rachel."
He spoke softly, the wind from Blood Moon City blew gently, curling his jet-black hair.
"If you see a goat from the side, you can only say that the side you see is black, but you can't prove that the side you don't see is pure white. What if there are half-black and half-white goats in the world?"
He stared at the blood-red magic mirror indifferently, not at all worried that the person in the mirror would come out.
The next second, the illusion in the mirror shattered and turned into specks of light.
"..."
Lachar's pupils contracted. He had tried almost all of his magic and fought with all his might.
And the opponent seemed to be playing with him.
No matter what kind of ninth-level spell it is, it will have no effect on the terrifying white-robed man in front of him.
At the moment, it seems that the only magic that has some effect is probably ordinary attack magic.
But this made it seem like the Pope was humiliating him.
All the spells he was so proud of were not even as good as normal attacks that required no skills?
"why why?!"
Rachel roared angrily.
"Tens of thousands of years ago, when I saw that the Horning Empire was doomed, I discovered that all the citizens in the south were infected by the blood poison of the Second Ancestor. It was you who suppressed their demonization. Once you are sealed, all the people of Horning will become demons, and the Saint Polante Pope's territory in the north will also suffer. Even though I knew all this, I did not waver. Do you think your spiritual magic can still shake me?"
The emerald eyes under the white-robed Pope's mask seemed to be asking Lachar -
Am I not the evil ghost created by your blood race in that era?
"Are you really Lanclos?! You have his powers and memories, but a flawless mind. Who are you?!"
The square in front of the hall was shaped like a tomb. The walls and floor were made of pitch-black stones, carved with distorted faces. The blood-red ghost lights around it flickered in the darkness, echoing Lachar's shouts.
The palace's outer walls, made up of countless rock cubes, reflected a cold glow in the darkness, as if constructed from regular chaos.
And Lanqi was standing under the palace, with his back to the blood moon, his white robe spotless, looking down at the third ancestor, Duke Lachar.
"I said I am Saint Anastasius Lancroce, and I am back after winning the resurrection match."
Lanci's answer has not changed.
"...!"
The evidence that Lachar was most certain that this guy was not like Lanclos was the attitude of this guy in front of him when he answered questions in a serious manner. He always felt like a kindergarten teacher teasing children.
But no matter how he looked at it at this moment, Lachard felt that his eyes were always clear, so clear that it made Lachard uneasy.
The black centipede mark on this guy's right cheek that he had never seen before was so evil that Lachar couldn't analyze its principle.
That spell was not eternal punishment, but it was extremely similar to eternal punishment, and was even more deadly.
Suddenly, a dull look flashed across Lachar's pupils, as if he had sensed something happening somewhere in Blood Moon City.
“Ulises…!”
He gradually gritted his teeth and clenched his red fists.
He had already learned about the situation at Diyuan Palace, and Mi Gaiya was actually rescued by the other party.
A dignified eighth-level ancestor can't even deal with four seventh-level ones.
The situation was originally going well for them and they could end this fierce battle at any time, but now they were suddenly being held back by the opponent and the battle could continue.
"That's it."
Lanqi also heard Abigail's latest developments in the Diyuan Palace through the headset and responded to Abigail.
"Ulises, a memorable name. I have never forgotten every opponent I defeated."
Lanqi tells Rashar about the past again.
This made Rashar cover his ears.
He had had enough of this guy's replays, from the history of the Blood Moon Destruction to the culture of the present-day Krelian Empire, he never stopped from beginning to end.
"I have met many strong enemies in my life. Ulises may be one of them, but he is the only one who gave me a headache."
Lanqi stopped talking here. He lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand, as if he was remembering a lot of things and someone.
If it happened again, Lanqi would still choose him.
"Are you still thinking about Asksan?"
Talia suddenly asked him. She didn't expect that Lanqi was still thinking about that man even until the final battle.
"You know, I don't have a choice."
Lanqi sent Talia a message.
"Just follow your teacher Lao Sang for the rest of your life!"
Talia wondered if this boy had no women around him?
"The peak produces false supporters, and the dusk witnesses true believers. Asksan's figure has long been integrated into my life. I have no reason to give up him. Moreover, he really is like a ray of light, illuminating my boring life."
Lanqi sincerely misses you.
"I've had enough! Ever since I could hear your inner voice, I realized that you have become one."
Talia didn't want to talk anymore.
Lanqi didn't even use the Black Sun Tyrant's Eternal Punishment Decree all the time. He would only use it when Lachar attacked him. It didn't matter much if he made a mistake. With his resistance, most of Lachar's mental magic posed no threat to him.
Talia even suspected that sometimes Lanci didn't make mistakes, but deliberately wanted to use his face to receive Lachar's mental magic to show his tolerance for mistakes.
Lachar had already seen through his style of play, which clearly showed that he did not treat his opponent as a human being.
"Lancros... No, fake, you don't think you can win this time?"
Lachar swung his fist with a stern voice, then looked at the white-robed Pope opposite him, and prepared himself to bury the Pope this time.
It is no longer the same as the Honing Empire.
This time, the vampires will not make mistakes again.
As long as they can hold off until the God of War's blessing ceremony is over, they will win.
This group of damn guys have already put all their strength into Blood Moon City. However, what the invaders don’t know is how many military gods on earth are under his control!
The entire opposing team had been beaten so badly that they were almost completely defeated. He didn't believe that there were any backup plans left by the opposing team on the ground!
"Lachard, you can run away. You may run away for a while, but you can't run away forever. I will watch over you forever."
Lanqi adjusted his mask so that the empty eyes beneath could see Lachar more clearly.
"Lanqi, you speak strangely."
Since Talia was here, she had nothing to do but watch the battle. Since Ranchi said she would not affect the battle, she would chat with Ranchi. It was Ranchi's business whether he paid attention to her or not.
"Why is it strange? Do you find it strange?"
Lanqi asked Talia in his heart doubtfully.
"Uh."
Talia imagined it.
If Lanqi told her, "You can run away, you can run away for a while but not forever, and I will watch over you forever"...
The feeling of being a domineering governor came back, unexpectedly making her heart beat fast.
"No, you still want to act in the second season with me, right?"
Lanqi read Talia's active thoughts, and she seemed to be rehearsing a play.
"If you can achieve a great victory today, it's not impossible for me to reward you when I return."
Talia paused and responded nonchalantly.
Abigail has been looking for actors for the Half-Witch chapter for a long time. Talia just hasn't decided whether to agree to Abigail. If Ranchi still wants to play with her, she will try her best to consider satisfying Ranchi.
"I can't say who thought of it."
Lanqi felt a dull pain on the top of his head just thinking about the Cinderella chapter of the Holy War Romance.
If there is a subsequent half-witch chapter, he will be unable to bear it, and he will definitely be the one who suffers the most.
"I will destroy the entire Blood Moon City today. Without the protection of Blood Moon City, where can you, the ancestors of the Blood Clan, escape to on earth no matter how hard you try?"
He returned to the topic and looked across the square at Lachar's sermon.
"You are the one who should run away!"
Lachar clenched his hands in anger, controlling the blood mist. Countless crimson tentacles stretched out from the mist and swept towards Lanqi again like poisonous snakes.
……
The Faded Palace at the northernmost side of the void.
As the two powerful warriors, the Ice Witch Artemis and the Withered Bishop Netochka, clashed, the air within a few miles changed dramatically.
The originally dilapidated courtyard is now completely different.
Vines and thorns grew wildly, entwining and wrapping around the broken walls and ruins, like an endless plant maze.
At the same time, the ice witch's cold air raged, freezing all the green. The branches were covered with icicles, reflecting the blue light.
The ground cracked, and a bottomless chasm ran through the courtyard, turning into a giant beast with bared fangs and claws. Even the water vapor was instantly frozen, and was shattered by vines the next second.
"You can't cause me any real harm, so don't hit me."
Under the attack of the Ice Witch, Nedochika walked out of the giant tree used for defense, stretched her arms and stretched lazily and said easily.
As soon as she finished speaking, a slender staff appeared out of thin air in her hand.
The top of the staff was wrapped with vines, and the middle was inlaid with emerald green gems. With a light wave of Nedochika, the vines shot out from the ground and wrapped around the Ice Witch like an arrow.
The Ice Witch reacted quickly, condensing an ice cone around her body and cutting off all the attacking vines.
However, more giant tree vines came like a tide, unstoppable.
The Ice Witch had no choice but to flutter back, while condensing the cold air to form an ice wall to resist.
Vines wrapped around the ice wall and quickly crushed it.
Nedochika smiled, raised her hand, and thorns full of vitality emerged from the ground, surrounding the Ice Witch and imprisoning her tightly.
The Ice Witch struggled, and ice burst out, freezing and shattering the thorns that were entangled around her.
But Netochka just smiled leisurely, and the withered thorns revived again, becoming more lush and tougher than before.
These thorns will even absorb the vitality of the Ice Witch and feed it back to Nedochika.
The night sky of the Faded Palace was as dark as ink, covered with dark clouds, and the originally cold blood moon was also obscured.
Thunder and lightning flashed, illuminating the devastated courtyard with dazzling white light.
The blizzard swept past with a howl, blowing up ice chips and dead leaves all over the sky.
The Ice Witch was forced to use the strongest environmental spell to quickly break through the thorns.
"The exquisite manipulation of demon magic is amazing."
Nedochika praised sincerely,
"But in the face of the magic of life, everything will eventually return to nature."
As Nedochika spoke, a warm current flowed through the body of the Ice Witch, and the skin that was originally scratched by the thorns miraculously healed as before, but at the same time, the toxins began to reduce the effectiveness of her own healing spells.
"..."
The Ice Witch was startled.
This excessive treatment will reject her own healing magic, thus reducing the treatment in disguise.
"Please don't doubt me. I don't have any strange habits."
As if she had seen through the Ice Witch's thoughts, Nedochika winked mischievously.
"It's just that it's too boring to just keep hurting you. A long battle is boring, don't you think so?"
she asked the Ice Witch.
"..."
The Ice Witch bit her lip, and several crystal clear ice blades condensed around her body again, ready to cut through any new demonic plants that pounced on her.
There was almost no hope of winning, but she couldn't afford to lose so quickly.
"Since you are interested, I am happy to accompany you to the end."
The Ice Witch stared at the Withered Bishop.
In an instant, a mountain-shaped ice cone filled with frost fell from the sky and attacked Nedochka, bound by gravity.
Nedochika smiled slightly, spun lightly, and the vines wrapped around her body like a shield, blocking all the icebergs.
Without waiting for the Ice Witch to react, a beam of emerald green light flew out from Nedochika's fingertips and went straight into the Ice Witch's chest.
The Ice Witch felt a warm current flowing through her body, followed by a bone-chilling chill that quickly spread.
She realized that Netochka's wood magic was actually directly eroding her magic power!
She tried her best to extinguish the seeds of magic that Netochika had planted in her body. If she was hit by too much magic like this, she might not be able to hold on for too long.
Vines and icicles intertwined, light beams and cold air collided, and the battle in the entire courtyard was intense yet eerily quiet, with only the occasional sound of ice breaking and vines breaking through the air.
Gradually, the Ice Witch felt exhausted and her breathing became more and more frequent.
On the other hand, Netochka remained calm and in high spirits.
"It's been a long time since I met an opponent as gentle as you. The battle itself is as relaxing as having afternoon tea."
Nedochika was full of admiration.
"I don't think it's fun to fight you one-on-one."
The Ice Witch forced a cold smile and forced herself into a fighting stance.
“Artis, don’t worry, you just need to hold Netochka back. We have stabilized the situation for now, and we will be able to turn things around once Sigrid breaks through!”
Just when the Ice Witch was finding it difficult to see hope, Abigail's voice came through the communication device.
The Ice Witch dodged Nedochika's magic and quickly glanced at the image of the Underworld Palace sent by Abigail.
There was a gleam in her eyes, which were so light blue that they were almost silver.
"Huprienne, I knew you could do it."
A gratified smile appeared on the Ice Witch's lips. Since her disciples were fighting so hard, she, as a teacher, must not be afraid of a strong enemy.
"..."
At the same time, Nedochika seemed to have learned something through the vampire's communication.
Nedochika frowned slightly, with a hint of doubt and confusion flashing across her face.
"It's impossible. How could my Son betray me?"
Nedochika whispered to herself, the vine magic was still unsolvable.
The entire courtyard was covered with a mixture of ice, snow, and vines, with thunder, lightning, and howling winds.
The Ice Witch vaguely sensed that Netochka's mind was no longer on the battle. The news of the Withered Son's betrayal from the blood clan was like a stone thrown into the originally calm lake in the Withered Bishop's heart, causing ripples, which could no longer cover up her inner confusion.
She waved her staff mechanically, the vine magic was gorgeous and precise, but lacking the previous passion and joy.
The Ice Witch's attacks came again and again, but Nedochika just resisted instinctively. The confusion in his heart became deeper and deeper, and he began to avoid the Ice Witch. "Isn't his goal in joining the Resurrection Church for me, the Bishop?"
Withered Bishop Netochka stepped back, covering his forehead in confusion, and thought while fighting with the Ice Witch.
"..."
The Ice Witch heard the Withered Bishop's murmurs and finally her eyes twitched.
She now had some doubts about Bishop Withered's character.
Why is he a love-brained person?
Netochka had calculated everything, except for the fact that her Son's real motive was wine.
……
The Crimson Abyss not far from the Diyuan Palace.
Amid the crumbling ruins, the life-and-death battle between Hyperion and Ulysses has entered its most brutal stage.
The entire battlefield was shrouded in blood and gore.
Ulises was in a state of complete rage.
A vortex of blood-red magic swirled around him, and every inch of his skin exuded a terrifying evil aura.
As Ulysses recalled the power of the Blood Eagle and the Blood Bear, the blood energy around him turned into sharp blades, slashing towards Hyperion like a storm.
Hyperion moved swiftly, avoiding Ulysses' attack, and using offense as defense, she reached out with her backhand claw and went straight for the ancestor's throat, determined to fight to the death.
"Damn it!"
Ulysses used telekinesis to shock Hyperion away, but Hyperion's dagger still cut a bloody mark on his neck.
The bright red blood suddenly gushed out, and was particularly glaring on his pale skin.
The Underworld Palace had just been breached, and Ulysses, who was almost going crazy due to the backstab of the Withered Saint and the obstruction of Hyperion, was now on the verge of going berserk.
There was a mad flame burning in his scarlet eyes, and invisible magic power surged around him.
"I want you to die!"
Since he no longer needs to worry about the Diyuan Palace, he can now go all out and kill this damn scorpion-tailed witch!
Ulysses roared, and his mental power spread out from his body in the form of a halo. Suddenly, the earth shook, and countless suspended buildings collapsed and turned into dust.
"Ms. Duke, you succeeded, but you will also die here as you wish!"
Ulises was hysterical, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, and he looked like he was on the verge of collapse.
He recalled all the power that he had given to the blood snake. When the blood bead broke through the void and returned to him, Ulysses's magic power surged, and the blood-colored mental power was like a materialized blade, slashing towards Hyperion like a storm.
Wherever the mental power passes, the void is distorted, matter is shattered, and it emits a terrifying pressure that can destroy everything.
At this time, Hyperion had reached the end of her rope.
Her body was covered with wounds, and black poisonous blood kept oozing from the corners of her mouth. She struggled to support her shaky body, tightly gripping the scorpion-tail dagger, trying her best to dodge Ulysses' violent attack.
"Hush, hum..."
She could barely make out what Abigail was saying in the communication.
But that doesn't matter anymore.
She knew that she had successfully delayed Ulysses and prevented him from returning to the Diyuan Palace.
And as long as they could hold him off a little longer, they would win.
In the face of Ulysses's rising magic power, Hyperion was like a small boat, swaying and tossing in the stormy waves, in danger.
She soon couldn't hold on any longer and was blown away by the aftermath of Ulysses' telekinesis, and hit the broken wall of a floating castle heavily.
"Cough cough."
Hyperion felt that her internal organs were dislocated and disordered by the violent impact, the black blood she spat out corroded the ground, and her consciousness began to become blurred.
“Hahahaha… You’ve reached your limit.”
Ulises laughed wildly, with a cruel gleam in his eyes.
"And I haven't reached my full strength yet."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ulysses pushed his hands forward suddenly, and the bloody telekinesis turned into a bloody hand that covered the sky and the sun. In sync with his hands, it grabbed the weak Hyperion by the head, wanting to crush the girl's entire body into a meat paste.
Hyperion struggled to get up, but found that all her strength had been drained. She didn't know whether her bones were broken or the poison from Merogas had backfired to the limit. She didn't know if she could escape, so she just tried desperately to activate the muscle tissue that still had feeling in her body.
Everything became quiet at this moment.
Turned into blank space.
There is only blazing light and darkness.
Will it end in the next second?
she does not know.
But she wanted to delay a little longer. The longer she delayed Ulises, the greater the chances of her companions winning.
This time she had already decided to risk everything to protect them.
This is the meaning of her survival to this day.
However, the expected tearing pain from forcing the limbs to move again did not come.
In her hazy vision, a tall and slender figure appeared in front of her, blocking Ulysses' unstoppable telekinetic bloody hand for her, like an unshakable fortress.
"..."
Hyperion suddenly opened her eyes, only to see a curtain of pure undercurrent blooming around her, transforming into an immortal barrier.
Gazing at this dark color, you will find that it is not simply dim and obscure, but contains the ultimate beauty. It is pure and ethereal, holy and flawless, like the first ray of black light when the world was first created, carrying chaotic mystery and vibrant potential. In the depths of the darkness there are twinkling stars, a glimmer of light from billions of light years away that has fallen into the mortal world.
This pure darkness of the Age of Gods is more like a gentle and considerate mother, embracing everything, nourishing all living things, allowing everything to brew and ferment in sleep, and when the time is ripe, it will exude fragrance and bloom with brilliance. It is the foundation of creation and the embrace that nurtures everything.
"The original slate is dark..."
Hyperion stared blankly at the undercurrent barrier in front of her, feeling an indescribable throbbing in her heart.
The light made her eyes sore and gradually turned red, and finally the clear tears replaced the black tears and flowed down the corners of her eyes.
"Huprienne, you can actually come here..."
The man slowly turned his head, his face was gaunt, and he stared at Hyperion crawling on the ground with a hint of doting apology, his expression half happy and half sad.
"Ah..."
Hyperion looked at the man in front of her, tears welled up in her eyes, her lips trembled, and it took her a long time to choke out a sound.
She hadn't seen that familiar magic and that familiar dark slate glow for a long time.
She once thought that she might never see her father again in her life, but unexpectedly, one day, she actually saw her father who had escaped from the predicament.
"..."
On the other side, Ulysses stared at the black shadow that suddenly appeared. A trace of surprise flashed across his eyes, and then was replaced by tremendous anger.
Ulises's face was terribly gloomy, his fists were clenched so tightly that they made a creaking sound, and his nails dug into his palms.
The cardinal who broke free from the seal blocked the possibility of him killing Hyperion as he wished!
Above the ruins of the void.
The dark silk threads had transformed into warm and abundant magic that enveloped Hyperion's body. The feeling that her bones were about to break eased, and her injuries began to slowly recover.
This is Miaiya's Dark Puppet Mending, a healing dark attribute magic.
Duke Migaiya not only has a comprehensive grasp of all attributes, he can also improve all kinds of magic into his own dark magic, allowing it to gain the bonus of [Original Slate-Dark].
The girl trembled, and all her longing and grievances turned into tears.
The dream lasted too long, and the moment it finally came true, it still felt unreal to her.
Perhaps it was the pain in her body, or perhaps it was because her mental will had already reached its limit, her vision became blurred, and she could only see the faint light from Blood Moon City.
In an instant, she seemed to see a lot of things.
"Don't worry, I, the law-abiding Little Pioneer, will not play you."
That was on the top floor of Ikerit Academy, he said to himself with a sunny and cheerful look on his face.
If she had lost that test, she might have died on the street outside the school.
……
"If we don't set sail now, we'll never be able to set sail! So trust me, let's go."
In the classroom.
The voice was clear, as if it couldn't wait to take her on a magical journey.
……
"Let's not talk about whether it's dangerous to provoke the demons. There might be some good guys among the demons. Hyperion, don't discriminate against the demons."
The earnest advice echoed in the corridors of Purgatory Corridor Academy.
……
"If I can find your father, I'll have a great backer."
It was an ordinary morning. After listening to the course on the Original Slate, he decided to help her find her father.
……
"Huprienne, don't worry. With our detectives and lawyers by your side, the criminals can't do anything to you."
During the dinner in the church, the two men always lent a helping hand when they saw their companions in need.
……
"You think you can hurt her?"
In the wooden house restaurant, facing the killer sent by the destruction branch, the gray-haired witch hugged her and looked at the killer, making every word he said sound like trash.
……
"No matter what the result is in more than a month, when I see you again, I will arrange a ship for you to return to the South Continent. So, come back safely, and may the goddess bless you."
She had heard the devout prayers of the Ice and Snow Witch in the temple of the Northern Continent.
……
"Apologize to the two ladies. If Lord Asksan loses the election because of the key vote of Earl Milford, how will you be responsible?"
At Rock Junction Station, the High Priestess of Annihilation's challenge was countered by her invisible guardian.
……
"I love you so much. I am actually a friend of the Duke's daughter. How dare some noble young man from the Kingdom of Hutton bully you? You see, next time you meet him, it's up to Shinora and I to decide whether to agree or not."
On the way back to the South Continent, she had more and more friends.
……
"Miss Hyperion, leave it to me, please rest assured."
On the night of the fall of Nanwantina Territory, Butler Hans saluted and pledged his loyalty to her.
The old man believed in her and was willing to let her follow her own judgment and do the right thing.
……
"Why do you want to come back?"
The two of them shared hardships and were about to die together.
Thalia wanted to yell at Hyperion and push her away, but she seemed to be choked and couldn't make a sound at all.
……
"Today, Princess Hyperion belongs to the Great Demon Clan MacCarthy. Even if your First Ancestor comes, it will be useless."
Lord of the Fallen, Kaliela, protected Hyperion on the throne with great determination, and was ready to fight in person.
……
"But have you noticed? Reality is getting closer to your gentle land, which means it is still achievable."
On the night of Naikalis, Lanqi suddenly asked her,
"You see, it's unlikely that anyone will bully you in the Hutton Kingdom now. We also have clues about Duke Milaya. Antanas and the others might be able to help us find Miss Ifatia. In short - no matter what you have Let me help you realize your dream."
Lan Qi looked at her, raised the wine glass in his hand, and promised with a grin.
……
"Will the vampires really lose?"
Sigra's petite figure lay in her arms, looking up at her, as if she was comforting Hyperion, or seeking her comfort.
She used to read the newspaper every day, and even though she couldn't understand or see the hope, she was still trying hard to read, just as clumsy as Hyperion.
……
"You are not allowed to hurt her—"
At the last moment of the dream, I watched the terrifying sting of Merogasi attack again. The silver starlight drifted in the dark night, and the psychedelic fairy-like witch had appeared in the air. She was wearing a chic white dress and had a graceful figure. There was no smile on her angelic face, and her vein-filled hands grabbed the scorpion tail of Merogasi.
……
"..."
The principal's reflection in the glass remained silent.
Even though the stars outside the window are dim, the shadows of the boy and girl on the glass are still clear, reflecting the dead in history.
It was as if they had returned to the time when the two of them challenged the Purgatory Corridor Academy together.
……
"Hugh, Huberian, you called me mother...? Don't you hate me?"
When she saw her mother again, Ifatia mechanically hugged her back, and her tears uncontrollably wet her hair.
"me……"
Ifatia choked up, unable to breathe or speak clearly.
Whenever I remember those words of Ikerite, I reach out to the old times, the happiness that I once had but can no longer find.
When you are alone, there are always some words that are difficult to understand. This longing cannot be expressed in words, and I feel fear and pity.
……
The dreams that we once couldn't imagine have come true one by one.
"Huberlian."
"Huprienne meow."
"Huberlian!"
Her mind was filled with the sounds of her friends calling her name.
From one, to many.
till the end.
At this moment, in front of my eyes, under the light shining from the original stone slab.
The sound of her father clearly saying her name.
"Huberlian."
Mi Gaiya's eyes were full of guilt and relief. Even if he had a lot to say, he couldn't tell his daughter for a while.
"Well, I found you."
She closed her eyes, tears of excitement rolled down her scarred face, and she sobbed in her sleep.
All the words and stories of the long journey so far were condensed into this one sentence, and Hyperion's tears kept falling as her dream came true.
(End of this chapter)