paranoianovel Chapter 662: The End of Mortals
Chapter 662: The End of Mortals
Before Zhongli could fully understand the intention of Zuo Xi's second request, others had already reacted before him.
Whether it was the Traveler or the Ice Queen, or the God of Xumi or other executors, even Ruota took the same action - each used their own abilities and methods to point at Zuo Xi, trying to do something to him.
“It’s all inclusive.”
Zhongli, who did not have time to think about so many things, naturally gave priority to satisfying Zuo Xi's request. He acted later but was the first to arrive, and activated the rock-attribute energy shield before anyone else succeeded, protecting himself and Zuo Xi inside it.
Although he didn't know why these people suddenly turned hostile, and he didn't know why Zuo Xi was so sure that they would attack him, Zhongli still protected him first just in case.
When he protected Zuo Xi, he had already noticed that the expressions of all those who tried to attack Zuo Xi did not have any malice on their faces, but were instead filled with anxiety and anger... Zhongli did not understand why this was the case, but he probably knew that there was something else going on.
But it didn't matter. No matter what happened, no matter what explanation or reason they gave, he had to ensure Zuo Xi's safety first.
“Zhongli! Hurry up and open this thing! It’s too late! Hurry up! Zuo Xi, Zuo Xi! Stop!”
Ying's eyes were bloodshot, and she kept hitting Zhongli's shield with her sword. The reactions of the others were similar. Zhongli frowned, realizing that something was wrong.
“Brother Zuo, why are they doing this…!”
He did not immediately listen to the explanations from the people outside, but turned around to ask Zuo Xi what exactly had happened.
However, when he turned around, he saw a scene that he could not understand.
……
Zuo Xi held the hilt of an energy knife, and the blade had already sunk into his own chest.
Because he suffered a loss at the hands of the Ice Queen, Zuo Xi didn't say a word this time.
When Zhongli activated the shield to isolate himself from all external influences, he took advantage of Zhongli's attention being drawn to others and without saying a word, he picked up the knife and stabbed himself in the chest.
This was all calculated by Zuo Xi.
If those people outside didn't care about his life or death and didn't take immediate action to stop him, Zhongli wouldn't subconsciously deploy defenses, nor would he be attracted by their attention.
In this case, Zhongli might realize that something is wrong and react by finding other ways to circumvent the contract and stop him.
And it was because they were really worried about themselves that this situation occurred. Zuo Xi was able to seize the opportunity to stab himself and achieve the intended result.
"Hiss... this anesthetic soup is really effective."
The pain I imagined did not come, and the effect of the anesthetic soup was surprisingly good.
But after this knife strike, Zuo Xi's consciousness began to blur... Even with the adrenaline supporting him, the lack of oxygen made him feel dizzy.
He raised his eyes slightly and saw Zhongli's shocked and puzzled expression. It was as if the person who died in front of him was not Zuo Xi, but Gui Zhong.
Perhaps this familiar scene brought back some not-so-pleasant memories for this thousand-year-old stone?
Although she felt sorry for adding another mark to his injury, Zuo Xi could do nothing but say sorry in her heart.
I'm so sorry... Thinking of this, Zuo Xi exerted force with his hands again, completely cutting open his left chest, exposing his entire heart to the air.
"Don't, don't move... The contract says "everyone", including yourself... Zhong... Zhongli."
Zuo Xi was surprised that he could still speak. Even though his consciousness was beginning to blur, his hearing and voice were still almost normal.
This adrenaline is really powerful...I'm almost dying, but my body functions are still holding on.
Zuo Xi's words made Zhongli stunned again. He didn't expect Zuo Xi to play word games with him at this time.
Zuo Xi took advantage of Zhongli's daze to loosen his grip on the scalpel, then grabbed his exposed heart and pulled it out.
The heart is completely separated from the body and still remains alive, beating strongly under the stimulation of adrenaline.
As Zuo Xi completely lost his heart, blood continued to gush out from the wound on his chest. Without the blood supply and nutrients, even adrenaline could not save Zuo Xi this time.
His pupils were dilated, and the darkness around his vision was rapidly closing in. While he still had the last bit of mobility, Zuo Xi stuffed the still beating heart in his hand into Scaramucci's empty chest.
When he finished all this, Zuo Xi had almost completely lost consciousness, his body functions rapidly lost control, and he involuntarily lost control of his body.
Zuo Xi's unsupported body did not fall to the ground like a puddle of mud, but maintained its final posture, half-kneeling facing Scaramucci.
The movement of his hand still remained at the moment when he stuffed the heart into Scaramucci's chest...
The last sound I heard was Ying's cry and apology to all those who cared about him. That was the last consciousness of the individual named Zuo Xi.
The twelfth seat of the Fatui executive officer——【Mortal】——Motar——Zuo Xi.
death.
……
"Zuo...Xi...?"
Ying knelt on the ground, holding a body that was still warm. She kept murmuring, repeating a name over and over again.
Just now, her best friend Zuo Xi died in front of her.
But she could do nothing except vent her anger meaninglessly against the defense that was impossible to break.
A heavy atmosphere enveloped everyone. Although they had just solved a crisis that was almost unsolvable, no one felt lucky for it.
As the beating heart sank into Scaramucci's body, something in the dark changed in that instant.
The ten spikes of judgment in the sky lost their original blue luster almost at the same time, and the original majestic and inviolable sense of oppression disappeared in an instant.
The "rules" surrounding them disappeared.
The nail of punishment will not end even if the object of punishment is lost, because the majesty of judgment cannot be violated.
But the nail of punishment is not that the object of punishment has lost its existence, but that the object of punishment has never existed from the beginning. In this case, the so-called "judgment" should not have begun.
And the "rules" that serve as the power of judgment naturally "never existed".
Without the rules, the penalty nails were just a few ordinary stone pillars. The thrust exerted by Ruota alone could destroy them all without any effort.
No one will cheer, no one will celebrate... no one will sing a song of victory for the sacrifice.
……
Almost at the same time, the doll that had been sleeping finally woke up... With a new identity, those so-called "taboos" were no longer "taboos", and he naturally woke up from his confusion.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a scene that he would never forget.
The man who had been speaking ill of him, looking down on him and thinking that he was a heinous man who deserved to die, now knelt in front of him with lifeless eyes.
The fist-sized wound on the opponent's chest was eye-catching and glaring. There was nothing inside where the heart should be.
Following the hand extended by the annoying guy, Scaramucci's trembling eyes moved to his chest... The compartment in his chest was still open, and where there should have been nothing, there was a beating heart lying.
He could feel the beating in his chest. The place that should have been as silent as a deep pool was now beating rhythmically.
Almost instantly, Scaramucci came up with an incredible answer...but why?
Why on earth did that guy Motar do that?!
What is the reason why she would sacrifice herself to give him her heart?
There was only this question in Scaramucci's mind at the moment. This matter was beyond his understanding and he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.
Doesn't this guy hate me? Shouldn't I be a sinner despised by everyone? Why would the person who should be the happiest when I die sacrifice himself for me? And why would this guy who only knows how to hide in his shell all day be willing to give up his life?
When one question was not answered, countless other questions arose instantly. So much so that at this moment, Scaramucci did not react to anything else happening in the outside world.
"Go away!"
It was not until he was pushed away forcefully that he finally began to accept the information around him reflexively.
He saw the blond traveler holding Motar's body with tears in his eyes, and the silver-haired companion lying on Motar... They were the ones who pushed him away roughly just now.
"…You should really die, Scaramucci."
He saw Rosaline's cold eyes and endless hatred... and a little bit of other emotions and hopes.
He saw Morax's figure standing like a rock sculpture, his expression hard to discern hidden in the shadows.
He saw the tears in Columbia's eyes and heard the elegy she was humming.
He saw the dumbstruck Little King of the Grass, the Rhodo Dragon King glaring at Morax, and the shadow of the Queen standing speechlessly and coldly, as if materialized...
He seemed to see the essence of the word "sadness", and he seemed to see that gloom would always shroud everyone.
He understood.
This is the end of [mortals].