Chapter 285: Chapter 193 Life Player·Lynn_2
And Tiya, seeing Lynn lapse into silence, did not press for answers.
After all, their relationship had never been a peaceful coexistence.
But now, as things approached a desperate end, everything seemed a bit different.
Tiya just lay motionless in Lynn’s arms, not attempting to break free or resist, her little feet gently swaying in the crook of Lynn’s arm with his movements.
It was a novel experience.
She had thought that until death, she would have no such experience with any man.
If at all, it would only have been with Brother Xiya.
But now seemed not the time to consider such things.
Having just taken a full-strength blow from the Sealed Object, Kushustan, the wounds over his entire body were now emanating bloodlight and healing at a rapid pace.
She hadn’t expected that her life-draining strike would still pose no threat to him.
If that were the case, for everyone trapped in the Tomb of the Dead Silence, there was only one possible outcome.
“Although I already said it before,” Tiya softly wrapped her arms around Lynn’s neck, “I’m sorry that I can’t bring you out of here alive.”
And at this moment, the two finally arrived before Louise.
For this friend who had stayed behind to cover their escape but hadn’t managed to flee the Tomb of the Dead Silence, Tiya also showed a hint of an apologetic expression.
Perhaps knowing that soon all would perish, they were far more talkative than usual, revealing a side of themselves that no one had seen before.
Hearing this, Louise fell silent for a moment, then let out a light sigh, “Although I question your choice… but who makes you my good friend?”
“Just a pity I won’t get to see the Church avenge Sister Trina.”
She hugged Tiya gently in her arms, casting a hateful glance towards the distant Kushustan.
For some reason, the two girls accepted their fate with surprising calmness.
“Don’t worry, none of you will die.”
These abrupt words pulled Tiya and Louise back to reality.
As both women simultaneously turned their gaze beside them, they found the youth’s figure had already moved towards the distance.
The moment Lynn’s figure appeared before Kushustan, every cell in Its body let out a frenzied roar.
Not out of hate or anything else.
But from a joy deep within the heart.
Every time It recalled the humiliating defeat in the Soron Mountain Range, and the continuous humiliation suffered at the hands of an ant, Kushustan was tormented by a severe emotional distress.
It longed to see him again, to make the ant repay the humiliation left on himself.
Kushustan, having a long lifespan, couldn’t recall when was the last time It felt such a profound emotion towards another being.
But in any case, there was no impression.
Because those who had ignited such fury in him, were mostly erased from the world.
Among them were many deities, as well as powerful Sealed Objects with independent consciousness, of whom the only way to learn was through those arcane and abstruse historical texts.
But this ant was the most special.
Not only did he frustrate him with the body of a mere mortal, but he also managed to escape unscathed, fleeing to the Imperial Capital where the Three Gods resided.
He vaguely suspected, was there some ancient and terrifying existence backing the boy?
Otherwise, why would the aura of the Creation Demon completely disappear from him?
And besides, he thought that it would be a long time before he could thoroughly torture and take revenge on that ant.
Little did he expect that, in just a few months, the boy would unexpectedly appear again, completely unguarded.
In some sense, it really was fate.
With this thought, Kushustan instantly accessed all of the limb connector’s memories, and also understood the cause and effect of the events.
It roared with laughter, “How unexpected, it’s actually you?!”
Lynn walked slowly towards the King of Cruelty, looking up.
At this moment, the limb connector, having absorbed Kushustan’s power and will, had grown significantly larger in body, resembling a small building in stature, a crawling creature littered with all sorts of limbs.
Seeing him not answer, Kushustan’s insane smile grew even wider.
“You, who pride yourself on intelligence and wisdom, in the end, were played by my underling… how does it feel? Have you tasted failure?”
At this moment, It was not in a hurry to kill Lynn right away.
Merely killing him would be too cheap for the boy.
Just as It had cursed him earlier, he wanted him to taste all the pain in the world and then be nailed in the deepest part of the Endless Demon Abyss to suffer for a hundred thousand years.
There was still a long time until the Tomb of the Dead Silence would fail.
Therefore, Kushustan was not anxious at all, even showing a sort of cordiality akin to greeting an old friend towards an ant.
And the remaining Transcendents huddled in the corner, shivering.
Seeing that man, who was revived from death, speaking so casually with this terrifying entity, they felt even more frightened.
And upon hearing these words, Lynn, who had maintained his silence until now, finally spoke.
He looked up at the enormous creature clinging to the ceiling, seemingly not intimidated by Its presence, but rather let out a light sigh.
“Being played in the palm of a hand?” Lynn spoke as if to him, but also seemingly to himself, “In a sense, you’re not wrong.”