Abyssal Chronicles

Chapter 578 - 579: Self-harm

Another chapter will be released after I publish Fallen Chronicles,

if there are any mistakes pls do comment.

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As death was about to descend, Mengxi’s lips curled up slightly as she saw the familiar black silhouette before her.

"Sister... sis..."

’Even if it was an illusion, being able to see sister Yumo before death didn’t seem so lonely…’

Mengxi sighed.

As her life force continued to dwindle, the silver-haired girl felt more and more exhausted, and her heavy eyelids gradually closed.

However,

At this moment, Mengxi suddenly realized a very serious question, and her hazy feeling of confusion disappeared in an instant. She realized... she seemed to have smelled Yumo’s scent.

With this sudden realization,

Mengxi, relying on her strong willpower, forcibly held open her eyelids, and with an unbelieving gaze, she looked to the side.

"Yumo?"

...

Almost as soon as Mengxi uttered these words with her dying voice, the tail of the dragon smashed down violently.

Boom!*

A thunderous roar, like a bullet exploding, resounded between heaven and earth. The sound was deafening and heart-pounding, as if the world had collapsed, and the shockwave of this sound, like a tsunami, swept through all directions, unstoppable, and wherever it passed, not a blade of grass remained.

Well,

Although the world between heaven and earth was now silent.

After the strike, a huge crater with a radius of a full kilometer appeared on the ground. Violent pale energy filled it. Even after surviving this blow, Mengxi could barely hold on, and this residual violent corrosive energy was enough to corrupt the silver-haired girl into a disgusting puddle of blood.

There was no doubt that the Dragon did not hold back.

However,

After retracting the giant tail, there was no sign of the murderous intent and cruelty in the Dragon’s eyes fading in the slightest.

Because,

Within the dragon’s vast sensory range, the target, the Girl of Destiny, had only become weaker, not killed. Instinctively feeling quite surprised, the dragon slowly lifted its head, following Mengxi’s scent, looking up into the sky.

At this moment,

Mengxi, who was heavily injured and almost at death’s door, had been carried by another beautiful black-haired girl in a princess-carry position and was floating in the sky under the embrace of dozens of blood-red butterflies.

The battlefield between the dragon and the girl, at this moment, was intervened by a third party.

As the surging power of the crimson silhouettes spread, the Dragon’s absolute dominance over the pale energy field was instantly suppressed. The terrifying energy field and the oppression from the depths of the soul were like a towering wave, breaking through mountains and walls, rushing down with a majestic momentum, sweeping through all directions, and wherever it went, not a blade of grass remained.

A subtle sense of comfort emerged in the dragon’s crimson eyes, seemingly originating both from the dragon itself and the suppressed consciousness within it.

Regardless,

At this moment, the dragon’s power was overwhelmed by this black-haired girl and it stood frozen, unable to move.

…..

The sky was filled with the fierce aura of the girl’s crimson shadow power.

However, high above, the surroundings of the black-haired girl were surprisingly calm. Under the protection of crimson light, Mengxi’s body was shielded, and as life force continued to surge into her, the Grim Reaper nearing Mengxi was mercilessly driven away by the black-haired girl.

It seemed that if it didn’t leave, it would not escape the fate of being torn apart by the black-haired girl.

Having escaped certain death and given a brief respite, Mengxi struggled to open her heavy eyelids. What she saw was the flat chest of the black-haired girl. Seeing this familiar sight and feeling the reassuring presence of crimson Shadow power nearby, Mengxi felt a great sense of relief lifting from her heart.

"Sister Yumo?

"It is really you…"

As these thoughts went through her mind, Mengxi unexpectedly experienced a feeling of immense joy and an unparalleled sense of relief deep within her heart.

Not being crushed to death like a piece of trash by the dragon was indeed a joyous occasion.

Seeing that her sister Yumo, who might have faced unexpected dangers, was once again by her side, how could she not feel relieved?

Breathing heavily,

Mengxi endured the pain and reluctantly raised her head, directing her gaze to the black-haired girl’s face. However, as Mengxi’s vision gradually cleared, the familiar face of the black-haired girl was reflected in Mengxi’s light purple eyes.

Still, it was that same eerie beauty, with gem-like crimson eyes full of vitality and rosy lips that seemed tender and enticing...

But,

’What... is that?! Blood?!’

In an instant, Mengxi’s eyes narrowed, and the uneasiness that had been suppressed in her heart finally surged up. At this moment, in Mengxi’s reflecting eyes, Yumo’s face was covered in blood, and blood kept dripping down her cheeks onto her own body.

’?!’

"Sister, are you injured?!"

Seeing Yumo bleeding for the first time, Mengxi couldn’t help but feel panic. She worried that Yumo might have encountered a powerful enemy. The sight of someone covered in blood was truly worrying, and seeing her beloved one injured, Mengxi’s heart couldn’t bear it.

Enduring the pain, the silver-haired girl tremblingly raised her hand as if she wanted to wipe away the blood from Yumo’s face.

"Yumo..., what... what happened to you?"

As Mengxi’s weak words reached her ears, Yumo’s attention was momentarily drawn away from the dragon below, and she looked at the girl in her arms helplessly.

Then,

Yumo somewhat helplessly raised her hand and wiped away some of the bloodstains from her face.

She knew why Mengxi in her arms had such an expression.

This child was worried about her because of the wound on her head.

’Really…’

’Even though she was on the verge of death...’

Thinking of this, Yumo couldn’t help but smile bitterly.

"Well, about that."

The girl looked somewhat embarrassed as she moved her gaze to the west.

The blood on Yumo’s face did indeed belong to her, but the presence of the wound that caused such bleeding was also her own doing.

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A few moments ago,

Receiving the message from the bloody butterflies, Yumo, in the form of a crimson lightning bolt, pierced through the Skye and arrived near this secluded battlefield. Seeing the corrosive mist that pervaded the heavens and the earth, she immediately felt that something was wrong with Mengxi, who was currently engaging in such a ’terrifying’ battle.

She was well aware that Mengxi’s current strength was like hitting a stone with an egg when facing a peak level 8 entities.

Yumo’s first thought was to break through the mist and rush to support the Girl of Destiny.

However, the divine power and holy aura that emanated from the air instantly stopped Yumo in her tracks. Although the concentration was not high, in the instant she sensed this aura, all kinds of uncontrollable and frenzied impulses flooded Yumo’s heart like a bursting flood. It seemed as if it wanted to slaughter all living beings, to destroy everything, and it continuously eroded Yumo’s psyche, pushing her sanity to the brink of madness once again. Perhaps it was because the shackles of her inner power had been released, this desire to kill was even stronger than before and couldn’t be suppressed at all.

Even as Yumo continued to use her head to slam into the mountain next to her, causing the entire mountain to collapse, she couldn’t suppress the evil thoughts spreading in her heart.

In this state, once she entered the battlefield and felt the divine power that Mengxi had unleashed, she might not be able to resist and would directly kill her...

To prevent such a thing from happening, Yumo had no choice but to endure the pain and forcefully suppress the desire in her heart, relying on her sanity. Thus, while her mind was not completely eroded, Yumo’s eyes suddenly shrank, and the power of crimson shadow rapidly converged in the palm of her hand in a spiral.

Under the stunned gaze of the bloody butterflies, Yumo, with her sanity barely intact, trembled as she directed several dozen blasts at her own head...

While she felt a bit dizzy from blasting herself, the murderous urge in her mind was also forcibly expelled by the relentless assault.

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Reflecting on how the most severe injury she had suffered in hundreds of years was self-inflicted, Yumo felt a mix of complex emotions.

With an embarrassed smile, she looked at Mengxi and said, "Don’t worry, I just tripped and fell on my head, but I’m fine~ Haha~"

Mengxi: ...0-0

...

....

"It’s nothing, I just tripped and fell."

Yumo gave a sweet and somewhat embarrassed smile as she explained.

Of course,

Mengxi would absolutely not believe such an explanation.

Having witnessed Yumo’s unbreakable defensive abilities, how could she believe that her head was injured from a fall?

’Even if the ground had been shattered to pieces, Yumo’s head wouldn’t have a scratch, right?’

’Was she trying to deceive me with such a ridiculous reason?’

’Is sister Yumo just too naive?’

’Or perhaps…’

’Treating me like a child again?’

Thinking about this, Mengxi bit her lip with some annoyance. Obviously, the silver-haired girl wanted to ask further.

However,

Her body seemed to disagree. Although her body had been pulled back from the brink of death after Yumo injected her with a certain amount of life force, every organ in the girl’s body had reached its limit, especially Mengxi’s soul.

The depletion of soul power made her feel extremely heavy, and she struggled to resist the drowsiness that constantly surged in her mind.

Not only that,

Yumo herself seemed to have no intention of continuing her explanation. After revealing a charming and indulgent smile, Yumo gently spoke:

"Rest for now. With your soul exhausted, forcing yourself won’t do any good."

With these soothing words spoken, a bloody butterfly slowly fluttered in front of Mengxi.

When a little golden and pink powder scattered from the butterfly’s wings and fell onto Mengxi’s face, the silver-haired girl could no longer maintain her consciousness and slowly closed her eyes, falling into a deep sleep. Subsequently, her delicate body leaned helplessly against Yumo’s embrace.

"It seems like she fell asleep," Yumo said with a soft smile.