Chapter 1339: 74: If You Do Not Die Alone, I Will Not Live Alone

Capítulo 1339: Chapter 74: If You Do Not Die Alone, I Will Not Live Alone

Chapter Seventy-Four

(No updates today, I’m really not in the right state and need some adjustment. I’ll make up for it early tomorrow, apologies.)

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No one expected that at this moment, the Great Clan Elder Lu Hua could still erupt in such a manner.

With a tremor, the circle of patterns below the altar lit up, enclosing the entire altar.

The Seven Elders and all the members of the Snow Clan were completely isolated outside the barrier!

But Mu Fan, along with the warship, was locked within the barrier.

“Great Clan Elder?”

Several elders looked at Lu Hua.

More people looked at the towering altar, but they could not see the figure at the center of the altar… surprisingly motionless…

At this moment, Mu Fan was in an extremely bizarre state, with the Dragon Core drawing energy from his heart, and the fading blood hue in his eyes began to send a doubled feeling of hunger throughout his body.

In other words, he should have been in a weakened state after a burst.

But… this was merely what was theoretically supposed to happen.

If it were just this, it wouldn’t be described as bizarre.

Mu Fan blankly raised his right hand in front of his eyes, seeing the entire palm now rendered a shade of cyan, as the powder smeared when he shattered the opponent’s chest armor was slowly absorbed by the hand armor.

A cold, ghostly aura began to emerge from his palm, channeling into his heart through his arm.

The heart, which had just eased up from being overly drained, seemed, at this moment, to be submerged in freezing cold water.

This eerie cold atmosphere forcibly suppressed the agitation and fervor of the heart in the state of Blessed Relief.

Mu Fan felt the ghostly cold flowing from his heart to his throat, invading his brain.

The heat alternated with cold, bringing waves of stabbing pain to his mind.

“What’s… happening…”

Mu Fan murmured softly, the voice grating like a file scraping metal, completely unlike his own voice.

“Mu Fan, what’s wrong with you?!” Black was somewhat surprised.

Ever since entering the snowy mountain, just like in the ancient ruins, all the sensor functions of that mechanical wristwatch had disappeared.

So Black realized something was off only from Mu Fan’s murmur.

Mu Fan watched as the smiling green powder began to spread along the weathered engravings on the Dragon Rider War Armor, with the intense cold feeling from within growing stronger.

All his emotions started being forcibly suppressed, pushing him into a state of Absolute Calm.

The pain sensation was forcibly blocked!

The last remnant of heat in his brain vanished, sinking into a state of high-speed thinking.

“The Dragon Rider War Armor is swallowing some cyan powder, which ultimately feeds back into my body. It’s strange, the debilitating aftereffects of burning blood are being alleviated, but the sense of hunger is increasing… I actually want to consume those powders?”

The previously somewhat hurried voice of Black fell silent upon hearing this, incredulously saying: “You said the Dragon Rider War Armor is absorbing that… green… powder? Are you sure it’s green!?”

“I’m sure.” Mu Fan’s right arm, along with half his shoulder, had been completely eroded by the cyan hue.

If he weren’t lacking three meters in height that would make it terrifying, he could have claimed to be with Alfonso, and others might have believed him.

“Then eat it.”

“Hmm?” Mu Fan’s gaze fell on his feet.

The brown sludge absorbed by the warship, Alfonso, had long since disappeared.

However, a few broken cyan fragments remained on the altar, akin to shattered jade.

The powder on his hand was from those fragments.

Eat…

That would be a bit too much.

A ripple passed through Mu Fan’s eyes.

“I won’t eat it.”

Mu Fan replied seriously.

“An answer that defies logic.” Black’s tone was unusually complex, with an almost tangible sense of admiration, virtually causing Black to crash into a wall in its virtual space.

“Your luck finally defies the heavens this time. The Three-color Relic may not mean much to you anymore because what you’ve seized… should be the only material that solidifies the Heart of Ghost Energy… the Jade Tear.”

“So, what are you waiting for? Hurry and absorb those Jade Tears, consolidate the Heart of Ghost Energy, let the old guy awaken from his slumber, and let him tell you the real steps!” Black shouted excitedly, the probability of such a lucky event occurring in its logic library was almost 0 but now turned 100%, accomplishing an important goal, how could it not be excited.

Finally, they could see that old guy again, Master Black finally having a conversation partner during quiet times.

Jade Tear!

The Jade Tear, so desperately sought after, unexpectedly appearing this way?

Mu Fan kneeled on the ground, watching his arm beginning to glow with a ghostly green luster, and pressed it fiercely to the ground.

Hiss!

Large chunks of Jade Tear began to rapidly dissolve.

The cyan began to invade his face, with the ghostly blue shades in Mu Fan’s eyes turning into a faint green.

Just like…

The fighter Mohandas when he first met Mu Fan, those eyes quietly emerging in the darkness!

…

The disturbance outside the altar continued.

The people of the Snow Clan were completely bewildered by the dazzling reversal.

But evidently, their Great Clan Elder seemed to have been prepared!

However, this backup plan hadn’t gone as he intended, filling him with immense anger.

Lu Hua, with his hair and beard all white, stood shaking, not in fear but with genuine and profound anger.

“Do you think taking down Alfonso makes you extraordinary?”

“Do you know what kind of a colossal entity you’ve provoked?”

“Do you know what’s behind Alfonso?”

“The entire Snow Clan will be plunged into eternal damnation because of you, because of Lu Qingxue!”

“Lu, Qing, Xue, and you, the sinner of this family!”

Lu Hua forcefully pressed down his arm, his scepter aimed directly at the snow-white figure over there.

All the maids retreated.

All the Snow Guards formed a semicircle.

Everyone’s gaze focused on the same person—Lu Qingxue!

Yet Lu Qingxue’s gaze remained unwavering, fixed upon the altar, her presence serene and unyielding.

The family mission was already completed the moment she stepped into the Cosmos Altar square.

And from the moment that figure stood before her, she returned to that unparalleled elegance.

Now she only knew, if Mu Fan fights, she fights.

If Mu Fan dies, she will not live alone.

Life is short; she dislikes overthinking.

“Lu Qingxue—I’m asking you—” Just as Lu Hua’s reprimanding voice roared,

Bang!

A spinning ghostly blue blade struck heavily against the transparent shield, causing violent tremors, and the edge of the altar began to crumble.

However, the Curved Light Scythe Blade did not pierce the transparent shield.

The shield stretched elastically and bounced the scythe blade back with force.

Mu Fan raised his left hand, the curved light scythe blade returning to his palm.

People’s gazes gathered once more on the figure slowly rising.

Everyone’s heart skipped heavily.

How could his armor be… so bizarre!

Its color was almost entirely covered in blue, wasn’t that the color of the Divine Envoy Lord’s armor!

“Weren’t you going to sacrifice me to heaven…”

The voice, as if metal were scraping together, resonated, completely unlike the voice from before.

It seemed Mu Fan expended all his strength with every step, walking step by step to the edge of the altar, left hand raising a knife, touching that transparent barrier.

When light blade met barrier, wisps of smoke rose, but the barrier remained unmoved.

With his right hand clenched in a fist, the last piece of the Jade Tear was dissolving in his palm, and now his voice grew even colder, his eyes completely transformed into a ghostly green.

“Then why don’t you… come here.”

The voice, calm yet chilling, sent shivers through everyone’s heart, and for a moment, everyone stood frozen.

Yet no one knew that, deep in his mind, at this moment, something seemed to break through the soil.

A faint cracking sound echoed in his mind, as if shattering the black hole leading to another universe.

In the black virtual space, one by one, strands of green ghostly light began to slowly converge, outlining a towering figure.

The tattered black cloak, the scarred and rough hands holding a dark gold short stick, a flicker of ghostly green flashing beneath the cape.

“Long time… no see… Alpha.” A voice, ancient and hoarse, softly sounded.

“Long time no see… Mu Fan.”

Hearing this voice, in an instant, the last glimmer of blue in Mu Fan’s pupils was completely extinguished.

His soul completely froze and plunged into darkness.

The Dragon Core entirely transformed into a haunting green.

“Teacher…”

Mu Fan’s consciousness disappeared from his eyes, his whole body listlessly… collapsing.

This sudden change caused an uproar among the Snow Clan.

“A good opportunity!”

Lu Hua’s eyes flashed with joy, and his gaze finally fell on Mu Fan.

“Prepare to kill.”

Yet at this very moment, no one expected that the always quiet, cold figure standing there would suddenly stride forward, leaping into the air.

Her slender hand raised high, on her left wrist, the ring that seemed jade yet not jade erupted with white light, extending upwards and downwards.

The bow grip, bow arm, and bow limbs instantly manifested.

A pure white jade-like longbow abruptly appeared in Lu Qingxue’s hand.

On her exquisitely beautiful face, her eyes were icy as a sword.

Her right hand used a sword as an arrow.

Her long black hair fluttered in the wind and snow.

The whole person froze in mid-air, forming an image of breathtaking beauty.

Drawing the bow—

Shooting the moon!

The Snow Building Sword transformed into a white light arrow, piercing into the altar’s barrier before anyone could react.

The sound of shattering porcelain seemed to echo, and that barrier…

Instantly shattered into mist.

The woman with brows like a painting stepped on the stage, standing in front of Mu Fan, her eyes soft as water.

With her back to the crowd, Lu Qingxue’s longbow vanished from her hand as she bent down, her thin, frail body resolutely bowing in front of Mu Fan.

Today you act for me alone.

I will accompany you in a crimson garb.

“If you do not die alone, I will not live alone.”