franphil Chapter 359 The Heavens Are Dead
Chapter 359 The Heavens Are Dead
Chapter 359 The Heavens Are Dead
Boom boom boom!
Bernadette looked at Chael's gradually swelling belly, where a life seemed to be rapidly growing. She realized that contact with the island's power was not without cost.
However, this gestation process was temporary. After the power of the pollution was absorbed as nutrients, Xia'er directly grafted the fetus, whose eyes had not yet opened, onto the wordless stele at the entrance of the tomb. With the power of the Black Emperor, the stele was of good quality, and the little one was directly squeezed and burst. Blood and other things were also absorbed by the stele, and the surface color became darker.
"You all wait outside."
Xia Er left Edwards and the others outside, while he led Bernadette into the inverted pyramid-like tomb in front of them. The tomb was empty, with no burial objects whatsoever, except for the dark walls and the high platform in the center.
"I have never seen such a poor burial site."
"Is this how you treat guests?"
Shael looked toward the high platform in the center of the tomb, where there was a chair that seemed to be the seat of a giant. It was made of iron and its surface was engraved with intricate and twisted strange patterns. A black crown extended upwards from the top of the backrest.
At this moment, the throne is empty, waiting for the right person.
"It's none of my business, you're the one who wanted to come."
When Chael didn't see Rosell, he looked at Bernadette beside him and said...
Bernadette was naturally unwilling to give up. She tried to approach the throne in front of her. Invisible ripples spread through the space, and unseen red threads spread towards her. After touching the velvet curtain, they were grafted onto Chael's hand, like a ball of yarn that kept wrapping and expanding.
However, the greater the danger, the more Bernadette's hope was aroused. Even though she encountered resistance after only a few steps, since she knew that the order was related to the Black Emperor, she decided to bypass it and not use her supernatural power to fight it head-on. Instead, she followed the rules and moved forward within the scope permitted by the rules.
Finally, even as they approached the throne, nothing appeared.
Bernadette, unwilling to accept defeat, even contemplated opening her Eye of Secrets, but ultimately retained her rationality.
"You already knew?"
Bernadette looked at Chael, who was standing still and hadn't moved, and asked.
"Just a guess."
"No resurrection means there was no resurrection."
Xia'er's gaze passed over Bernadette and fell upon the strange runes inscribed on the throne. These runes were deciphered in his eyes, their complex and profound nature transformed into simple graphics and text. A somewhat crude map appeared, which looked somewhat familiar and resembled the "Nine Provinces" "defined" by Yu the Great.
Oh.
He smiled, not surprised that he would do such a thing.
"What is this?"
Bernadette also saw the map, but her knowledge was clearly insufficient for her to realize the answer.
"Good girls don't ask so many questions."
"Clearly, the Emperor himself chose to fall into slumber."
Chael didn't answer, after all, there were disgusting things like audiences in this world.
He wouldn't tell Bernadette that this was the Black Emperor's eighth tomb, not the ninth, or the last, as they had always thought.
"The new consciousness is bound to be evil compared to the original."
"Emperor Roselle chose His way of fighting, without causing trouble for the young people. When the opportunity arises in the future, someone will naturally lend a hand."
As Xia Er spoke, he turned and walked out of the tomb. As the last tomb of the Black Emperor, it was something that people feared and dared not destroy easily. But if it wasn't the last tomb, then even if it was destroyed, it might not have revealed a Black Emperor corrupted by the Mother Goddess. So this secret should be kept for now.
He left decisively, but Bernadette was not entirely willing to accept it. Knowing Chael well, she knew that he must be hiding something from her, but she was already an angel!
A faint purple light flickered in her eyes as she attempted to decipher the map of the Nine Provinces inscribed on the throne. Perhaps due to her bloodline as a catalyst, her Eye of Secrets indeed foresaw more. The rough map of the Nine Provinces burned away in the flames, and a voice imbued with mysterious power rang in her ears: "The Azure Heaven is dead, the Yellow Heaven shall rise!"
boom!
Bernadette's brain seemed to have suffered a severe blow, and her body became uncontrollably digitized, causing a major upheaval in the order of the entire tomb. In the end, it was Chael who intervened, using the standardized balls of yarn in his hand to manipulate the large amount of forest on the tomb to suppress the shaking and collapse of the tomb.
If Bernadette hadn't been wearing the Celestial Veil, the shock she had just experienced would have been far more severe, far beyond what she was experiencing now, showing signs of losing control.
"Are you satisfied now?"
Chaer came over and put her arm around Bernadette's shoulder. She was over two hundred years old, but she still acted like a little girl who never grew up.
"How...how could this happen?"
Bernadette's eyes were still somewhat dazed, as if she hadn't yet recovered from the sight she had just witnessed—the one in the yellow robe, holding the nine-section staff...
"We only teach you fairy tales, not historical allusions."
"Russell really doesn't value education."
Chaer shook his head and helped Bernadette out of the mausoleum. The huge stone door slowly closed until it was completely shut. Only then did the "shadow" behind the door return to the area below the platform and revolve around the huge chair, yearning but bound by order, unable to get close.
This pristine island is indeed an excellent place to raise livestock.
"Your Highness, are you alright?"
Edwards and the others outside the tomb, seeing Bernadette's condition, asked with some concern, though their concern was tinged with a stiff, half-dead demeanor.
"I'm fine."
Bernadette shook her head; she had already brought the somewhat out-of-control mythical creature form under control, after all, she had a good psychologist by her side.
"That's good. How is the Emperor?"
Edwards breathed a sigh of relief, then turned his attention to Russell's problem.
"He doesn't really want to be resurrected."
As soon as Xia Er spoke, Edwards and the others seemed to realize something and nodded with serious expressions.
"Your Highness, Princess, please leave. We will remain on the island to continue serving the Emperor until He awakens or our consciousness completely fades away."
Edwards lowered his head slightly, realizing that he was already dead, which meant he had lost part of the protection of order. On this polluted island, being sober was a sin; only by being in a daze could one survive.
"I won't leave such a loophole."
Xia Er nodded. Edwards and the others, who were rarely clear-headed, began to lose some memories related to the island and themselves, leaving only the subconsciousness of praying to Roselle on the island like NPCs.
"Your descendant is very beautiful and outstanding. May I invite her to be my mistress?"
He asked before the knight was about to become rigid.
"Only in this matter, I beg Your Highness to spare my family."
Edwards smiled, then his eyes became vacant. He and Benjamin and the others turned around stiffly and began clearing away the weeds and fallen stones near the tomb like NPCs.