Chapter 2085 Will I meet you at the end of my life?
Cracks suddenly appeared on the surface of the snow, and then completely collapsed. The palm-sized bug had long since disappeared, replaced by a girl about 1.6 meters tall.
The girl had short gray hair, and her pure white pupils seemed to be condensed from ice and snow. Her figure disappeared after a moment, but her speed was far faster than Hastur, who was a top assassin.
There were no candles lit, nor any spiritual energy fluctuations emitted. The girl was seen walking silently in the corridor, moving steadily forward on a familiar road.
The girl is in the human form of the female insect Alberto, and this is the first time she has been transformed into a human form in the necropolis of Philecht Nalandis.
This indicates that she chose the latter when Gloria spoke Hastur. After all, Gloria had already ordered her not to return to human form easily, especially in the necropolis of Philecht Nalan.
Within Tis.
But when she senses that her lover is in danger, she can no longer care so much. After all, the biggest reason for her existence is to protect Hastur and her lover.
This was her first time walking this road, but in her eyes, she had to walk it every day. After all, at the end of this road was only Hastur, the only person she cared about most.
Perseus, who was in the third level of the Seawind Forest, was still communicating with a certain plant. Christine, who was in the fourth level of the dark forest, was still familiar with the three newly created spells she had learned.
, Boom, who was on the fifth floor of the sea of flowers, was on a journey of cultivation. Only Rikka, leaning against the shade of the tree, froze for a moment with her little hand dragging the snack bag.
However, Rikka raised the corners of her mouth slightly, and neither paid attention to the "unknown creature" in the corridor, nor did she say anything to warn the other party.
Upon seeing this, Alberto bowed and saluted in the corridor, then quickened his pace, and after a while he arrived at the mist beach on the second floor of the necropolis, Philecht Nalantis.
Completely ignoring the invasion of the poisonous mist, the poisonous creatures actually gave way to a path. Alberto's black robe was not stained by a trace of soil, and he finally arrived in front of Hastur.
That was the lover she dreamed of, that was the male soul butterfly she was extremely familiar with, and that was the psychic fluctuation she was most accustomed to.
However, at this moment, the male soul butterfly seemed to be very depressed. At least in Alberto's memory, the male soul butterfly would not be so miserable when it returned to its true form to practice.
Alberto opened his mouth, but in the end no sound came out. Immediately, the light pink nervous psychic power began to pour into Hasta's body, which looked like a bridge.
Time passed minute by minute. After more than half a month and an hour, Alberto swallowed a mouthful of blood and stared at Hasta. Looking back at the male soul butterfly that was originally lying on the ground, it was already floating in mid-air.
.
Withdrawing his gaze, Alberto left as silently as she had come, without disturbing Hasta from beginning to end, not even leaving any traces.
Hastur, who had lost his memory, was able to contain the signs of failure from continuing to spread after harvesting a huge amount of nervous psychic power. Alberto, on the other hand, returned to the corridor with a somewhat vain pace.
It was no longer possible to suppress the backlash of excessive psychic power. Alberto's blood dyed a corner of the corridor red, while he himself slowly climbed up with his feet.
Familiar blizzard, familiar loop-shaped pits. Alberto lay on the ground, letting the wind and snow make noise around her. But the corners of her mouth were always slightly raised, just like the lover who saved her millions of years ago.
Now she has also fulfilled her vow and died without regrets.
"Hasta... I always think this is a good name. Lady Christine is a true wise man. I believe that with her blessing, you will live a good life."
"Millions of years ago, the soul butterfly clan was extinct due to an ancient ferocious beast, so today, you must show the majesty of the king."
"It's a pity that I can't continue with you. To be honest, I have no interest in starting a plane journey. I just want to be by your side all the time."
"That's fine, let me die in this snowstorm. After all, if it weren't for some mistake, I would have died millions of years ago."
"The legacy does not believe in any gods, because the legacy is only one step away from the gods. The end of life must be dark, but I will always have you in my heart, and you are like a crescent moon."
"Is this the satisfaction of getting what you want? I'm glad that I can provide you with some help. So...goodbye, my lover, Hastur..."
As the last snowflake covered Alberto's body, she was weak and slowly closed her eyes. The tears no longer fell due to body temperature, but instantly condensed into ice.
The pale pink glow continued to leak out, but at this moment, Alberto could no longer suppress the psychic power in his body, and actually suffered from psychic disorder.
Moreover, compared to Perseus's condition in his early years, Alberto's condition now appears to be more serious. If the former is compared to some innocuous and stubborn disease, then the latter is a sudden illness like a scourge.
This situation has never happened before. After all, no professional or beast with spiritual intelligence can use the power of psychic energy in this way.
It was a desperate decision, integrating everything into the final move, and an act of challenging death.
Gudong, Gudong, Gudong... The heartbeat of the relic was originally extremely slow, but no matter what, it was not as slow as Alberto.
Completely losing the protection of psychic power, Alberto felt that her heart contraction frequency was getting longer and longer, and the flow of blood in her blood vessels became slower and slower. However, she did not regret it at all. On the contrary, she always maintained
Smiling.
After all, she got her wish in the end, and she protected her lover until the end of her life. As a female soul butterfly, Alberto felt that she was the most beautiful and the most proud of herself.
But if it's a pity, Alberto felt that he had failed Lady Gloria's expectations, so he died in such a confused way.
"Lord Gloria, after I die, I hope you can make the best use of me, and my final reward to you will be my body."
"Counting the days, it seems it's time to go to Mr. Rikka again and ask for sugar cubes..."
In the end, Alberto completely lost consciousness. Except for the blood flowing in her body at a speed that was almost like a snail crawling, she was no different from a corpse.
She is very familiar with this situation. To be precise, it is the tragedy that happened millions of years ago that happened again. But the difference from before is that now the lover has reliable companions by his side, instead of being as isolated and helpless as before.
Perhaps it was at the end of his life that Alberto began to have scenes from the past appear in his mind. That was the first time she and Hasta made eye contact, that was the scene when Hasta showed love to her for the first time, that was
Hastur's majestic appearance after succeeding as the Lord of the Soul Butterflies was the shy demeanor of being called the 'Mother of the Clan'.
Do you want to die? Of course Alberto doesn't want to die. She hopes to accompany her lover forever, even if the other person has long forgotten her, even if she wears a clown-like mask all day long.
Yes, in Alberto's opinion, as long as he can still see his lover every day and feel his breath, it doesn't matter how much he pays. But today this kind of life is about to end, and he will not wake up again, nor will he.