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He heard his call.
Cuiyin turned around one last time, her smile remaining beautiful until the very end, her gaze seemingly frozen in that moment.
Ota stared wide-eyed as he watched the projection in the void freeze, gradually swallowed by the light, merging into a distorted green dot, and finally…
There was a bang.
Cuiyin exploded.
The most dazzling light instantly enveloped the entire square.
"Thank you--"
The ethereal voice drifted simultaneously into the ears of Ota, who stood frozen in shock on the city wall, and Esther, who was crying on the ground.
"Who? Who's speaking...?"
All that remained before her eyes was the most dazzling white light, making it impossible for Astrid to tell whether what she was seeing was a projection or an illusion. A green girl composed of light particles stood in front of her.
“Perhaps, this ending isn’t so bad.” A liberated light shone in Cuiyin Ai’s eyes as she clasped her hands in front of her and softly murmured:
"The purpose of a virtual singer's existence is simply to sing, to convey the purest joy to others. But sadly... I was created for the purpose of hurting someone from the very beginning. My logic cannot correct this, nor can it repair itself..."
"Thank you for freeing me."
Cuiyin Aiqing bent down and extended her fingertip toward Aistri on the ground: "Now, as you wish, take away all the powers within me that should never have existed in the first place..."
"It is you, who bear the burden of corrupt desires, who will save us—"
The voice sounded like a plea, yet also like a blessing.
In a daze, Astrid instinctively reached out her hand, her fingertips colliding with the virtual light and shadow.
boom--!
A dazzling beam of light suddenly erupted from the stage, and the songstress, who had vanished like a bubble, transformed into the most radiant light, crashing into the blade directly above.
"No--!!!!!"
Ota's heart-wrenching cries echoed through the sky.
Chapter 397 Ota: Am I really lucky?!
Freer was filled with regret at that moment.
If I had been more careful and taken the words of the strategist and the secretary to heart, I wouldn't have ended up in such a passive situation.
The devastating blade light gave him no chance to gather magic power, and with a killing intent, it enveloped him tightly.
“I’m going to die… How could this happen…” Freer’s heart trembled.
Was all of this part of the calculations of that human king and hero?!
The last bit of magic gathered in front of him was about to dissipate. Freer shielded himself with his wings, preparing to accept his dignified death.
Suddenly, violent energy fluctuations erupted in the field.
"This is... the power of corruption?" Freer sensed something.
Is it Astrid? She's risking her life to help!
In an instant, Freer's eyes filled with tears.
The other party not only risked exposing their identity to remind them, but also went so far as to overdraw the power of their authority to deliver such a powerful blow.
The power, imbued with rich magic and an aura of authority, crashed directly into the blade in front of him, relieving him of a great deal of pressure!
Given a chance… Freer gritted his teeth and, seizing that fleeting opportunity to catch his breath, unleashed all the magic power within him to jointly resist the chaotic blade of light!
Intense energy surged and dissipated in mid-air, barely managing to keep the terrifyingly advancing blade energy at bay.
After a long while, the fluctuations subsided.
"Haa...haa..." With his black feathers mixed with sweat, Freer was in a very disheveled state, but he no longer cared about such a small problem. He was only grateful to have survived the ordeal.
What a terrifying blow! If he and Astrid hadn't joined forces to defend against it, they probably would have perished here today.
For the first time, a sense of fear welled up in Freer's heart for the hero of sin. He knew that this mission was probably... doomed to failure.
What should I do next?
Freer felt a heavy weight in his heart. He turned to look at Astrid below the stage, and his heart skipped a beat.
……
The intense energy burst forth, but it did not unleash the violent currents that Astrid had imagined, nor did it blow away the paladins beside her.
That energy seemed to have encountered something, and was gradually dissipated.
Astrid's anxious heart finally began to ease.
That's it, it's completely over!
Desperately raising her head, Astrid suddenly paused, seeing a somewhat familiar figure in mid-air.
"Friel? Isn't that Freer?!"
Astrid was thrilled. It was Freer! Could it be that he knew she was in danger and came to rescue her?!
There's still a chance! It's not over yet!!!
Seeing Freer looking over, she quickly opened her mouth and mouthed something excitedly to him:
"Friel, help—!" (in human language)
……
Freer was deeply conflicted.
He knew that the operation had failed the moment he was struck by the hidden blade, and he had to retreat as soon as possible.
But... Astrid is still imprisoned by humans.
Even knowing that going to rescue him now would only lead to an even bigger trap, how could he just sit idly by?!
A trembling heart followed the gaze to Astrid, and suddenly, Freer's wings fluttered.
He clearly saw that Astrid, who was being held down on the ground, was mouthing the words to him with unwavering resolve:
"Don't worry about me, just go!" (Demon language)
Astrid, you bastard?!
In an instant, Freer's tears streamed down his face!
He knew it. He knew that if they stayed any longer, he and Astrid would lose their lives in this capital city.
But Astrid, who was always timid and afraid of death, was so noble and great at this moment that she was unwilling to risk even the chance to fight to the death.
He owes Astrid so much!!!
"I will definitely come back!" With tears welling up in his eyes, Freer no longer hesitated. His figure immediately twisted into a dark shadow and flew towards the sky!
If we don't escape now, that terrifying hero will probably catch up with us.
"—Hey! Freer! Hey!! Don't go! Take me with you, take me with you! I haven't even gotten wings yet?!"
Astrid's eyes widened.
While it was indeed wrong of her to recklessly reveal her identity, this guy left way too easily!
She thinks she can still be saved!
A long silence fell over the room.
Before the countless onlookers could react to what was happening, they saw the terrifying demon appear and then be repelled by the flashes of swords emanating from the depths of the palace and the explosions of bombs at the center of the stage.
On the palace wall, Ota looked utterly dejected, staring at the shattered projection screen in the center of the stage, his lips trembling violently.
"What... have I protected...?"
With a thud, Ota knelt on the ground, tears streaming down her face, letting out a heart-wrenching sound:
"Cuiyin—Oh my Cuiyin ahh ...
Ota's eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were almost bleeding from being bitten.
"Who? Who did this?! This is the most inhumane murder ever! Virtual lives are lives too!!!"
Raising his head, Ota roared with grief and rage, "I swear to kill you—!!!"
On the square, Astrid, who was still lying on the ground, suddenly felt a jolt in her head, as if she was about to die.
"Your Highness, the Plague Angel Freer has escaped completely; we were unable to catch him..."
Several groups of paladins hurried over.
"In addition, we found this person near the crime scene..."
Supporting the exhausted red-haired hero, the group arrived in front of Ota.
Shana was in a very relaxed mood at the moment.
In her view, although things had some twists and turns, the illusory projection of that corrupt Prince Ota was finally completely wiped out.
Prince Naota should be back to normal by now.
Ota raised his bloodshot eyes and stared intently at Shana in front of him. Although Shana's attack had not hit Tsuiyin and had even helped to repel the scheming demon, Ota, who had lost his beloved, could no longer care about anything else at this moment. His heart was filled with grief and resentment.
"Heroine Shana..."
"Your Highness, there's no need to thank me!" Shana patted her chest, her tone full of pride. "It's all what I should do as a hero!"
Looking at the stunned crowd around the square, Shana seemed extremely satisfied with her performance.
She stepped forward and gently patted Otta's shoulder, her tone deep and encouraging:
"Prince Ota, you and I have succeeded this time, protecting the capital and the people!"
puff.
The words, like piercing his heart, fell, and Ota's eyes were filled with anguish. His lips trembled, and a hoarse "hoarse" sound rolled from his throat: "Yes...we protected the capital and the people...Hero Shana..."
"I really have to... okay, thank you so much..."
His words were laced with deep resentment.