Chapter 371: Chapter 228: The Wrath of the Demon!
The young boy’s ice-cold voice slowly echoed through the Divine Moon Gap.
His words were filled with such anger, as if coming from the deepest pits of hell, sending shivers down one’s soul.
The anticipated pain and torment did not arrive; Tiya subconsciously opened her eyes.
Through her tear-blurred vision, a tall and shadowy figure suddenly stood in front of her.
The voice was so familiar, yet the silhouette presented before her was so alien.
That could not possibly be a posture any normal human being could exhibit.
At a glance, the broken, sky-obscuring Demon Wings, the strong and clear muscle outlines, the flowing black mire… All sorts of twisted and evil elements congealed onto the same person.
Other than “Demon,” Tiya could not come up with any other words to describe him.
She should not have any intersection with such an evil existence.
That would have been right.
But the moment that figure caught her eyes, Tiya felt as if she realized something, a soul-shivering terror overwhelming her.
Whether it was the physiological feedback from excitement or panic, she did not know.
The only certainty was that she had seen this figure somewhere before.
His posture was so resolute, so recklessly brave, as if life and death were of no concern.
The memory of that desperate night in the Tomb of the Dead Silence came flooding back to the girl’s mind, when, just like now, someone stood against the storm for her without looking back.
Even though it later turned out that everything was just a meticulously woven lie.
Tiya felt as though she was dreaming, her gaze fixated on the demonic figure in front of her.
She seemed to guess at a possibility; her heart felt as if it was being tightly clenched by a hand, followed by a strong ache in the depths of her chest.
Tiya called out his name with a trembling voice, ever so softly.
She was so cautious and careful, fearing that this was merely an illusion seen at the brink of consciousness.
Before this, of course, Tiya had mentally prepared to face everything alone, even clearly understanding the likelihood that she would not survive through the Goddess’s possession.
In the face of inevitable death, no one is eligible to defy.
Especially when the other party is a genuine Divine being.
However, being prepared to die did not mean that she had truly lost all longing for this world.
No matter what, Tiya was just a girl, with an extremely fragile side.
Even if she always seemed like a cold, emotionless doll, she had read the operatic novels of knights and princesses and had, in the dead of night, fantasized about the moment of danger when a perfect and handsome prince would swoop down from the heavens to rescue her.
But this was after all just a young girl’s vain daydream.
How cold and ruthless reality could be, perhaps no one knew better than her.
The Church that had raised her for so many years, behind her back, actually treated her as an object, even harboring deep hatred towards the persona “Tiya Yohusti.”
In the end, it seemed there was no one for her to rely on.
Yet what was happening before her eyes completely shattered her self-pitying fantasies.
That guy she had only just met not so long ago.
That guy who mercilessly exposed the false lies between them.
That guy who made her heart flutter.
Even if maligned and hunted by thousands, even if his own safety was uncertain, at such a moment of despair, he still appeared here, unabatedly standing in front of her.
The guy has done so much for you.
What more could you ask for?
Tear drops slowly slid down the girl’s pale cheeks.
She muttered something indistinctly, her hands trembling as she tried to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, yet the tears wouldn’t stop.
Unknowingly, the last bit of grudge deep in her heart towards the boy dissipated.
No woman could withstand such passionate words.
Including Tiya herself.
Without having to utter them aloud, they still rang deafeningly.
For you, I am willing to stand against a Goddess.
This was the boy’s silent confession.
At this moment, an emotion known as “being touched” spontaneously arose.
Tiya, supporting her frail body, tried to reach out and touch the figure’s back, but after several attempts, she ultimately staggered and fell to the ground.
Then, she faintly realized something.
At this moment, the boy’s silhouette was demonic and twisted, as if he was suffering unbearable pain at every moment; Tiya couldn’t help but bite her lower lip, her tears flowing uncontrollably.
After the emotional impact and the fantasies, one had to face the harsh and desperate reality.
What he had been through, she did not know.
But it must have been power obtained through great sacrifice.
Yet even so, when facing the consciousness of the Bright Moon Goddess, there was still little chance of success.
It was not just a stray thought from the King of Cruelty, but a piece of the soul split from a Divine being, with an absolute disparity in standing.
No, this can’t go on… He’s going to die.
Tiya’s hands clenched the ground tightly, despair cloaking her entire body.
But the next second, a shocking explosion resounded, sweeping through the entire Divine Moon Gap.
With one hand gripping Beatrice’s slender neck, Lynn’s teeth were nearly clenched to breaking.