Starry Sky Railway: Opening Performance - Taixu Sword God

In addition to the flower and grass seeds previously given to refugees, these Soul Beads were also prominently listed.

"wipe."

Suddenly, the sack collapsed, scattering the Soul Pearls which rolled around in all directions.

"I'll help you pick them up..."

The two quickly collected the Soul Beads, until Xia Die was about to put the last bead into the sack, when Yan Huan stopped her.

"I already told you this, why put it back?"

"Can...can I really have it?" Xia Die asked, somewhat incredulous.

"If not you, then who?" Yan Huan frowned.

"Didn't you say you considered me a companion?"

“Yes.” Xia Die held the Soul Pearl in her palm.

"We are partners now, and we will be partners in the future."

"But... it's quite valuable."

Things that can save your life are of immeasurable value.

"Nothing is more precious than life, so keep it safe."

After putting away the remaining Soul Beads, Yan Huan glanced at the Earth Beast Workshop again, but still couldn't find any trace of the Heavenly Punishment Hunter.

"I'm really curious how she died."

The fact that no Divine Retribution Hunter remained in the city in the future naturally indicates that she will disappear.

But given that the Heavenly Punishment Hunter refuses to leave the city, how exactly will he die?

……

Four hours after Yan Huan and Xia Die left Ohma.

"what is this?"

The Heavenly Punishment Hunter slowly crouched down and picked up a crystal-blue bead from the grass.

A series of disordered footsteps could be heard not far away.

"Cough cough... You, you really were here!"

At this time, the garrison commander, Philoc, was covered in wounds, and his condition was far from optimistic.

"It's all your fault...it's all your fault!"

"Me?" The Heavenly Punishment Hunter was taken aback, then looked at the garrison commander's injuries.

"Your injury..."

"It's all your fault, you made me mistake you for someone else!"

Philok frowned, blood still oozing from his wound.

"When I first saw someone who looked just like you on the battlefield, I thought you had finally come to your senses and chosen to help us!"

"Unexpectedly, that guy shot me with an arrow."

At this point, he helplessly covered his injured arm.

“Ohma sheltered you, yet you insist on wasting your talents and refuse to let your fighting skills be used by us!”

"You...traitor!"

"Mr. Philok, please stop!" Several medics rushed over from behind to examine the garrison commander's wounds.

"Your injuries are quite serious; you should rest and recuperate."

"Cough cough! I... I have to say it!" Philocne glared at the Heavenly Punishment Hunter, and said angrily:

"...Before Cenatos descends, I will curse you three bastards!"

"Three?" The Divine Wrath Hunter turned around and saw that Oenone and Paris were holding hands and walking over together.

The garrison commander glared at the three men, his overwhelming hatred seemingly threatening to devour everything.

"Your so-called romance... freedom... love... are things we defended with sacrifice and blood... and I will risk my life to protect you blind fools...!"

“Especially you, Oenone…”

The garrison commander's eyes were bloodshot.

"The situation at the front is so dire, yet you sent a troop specifically to search for Paris, causing us to suffer heavy losses!"

"Most of them were killed, including my old friends who had fought alongside me for many years..."

“Paris…you despicable weakling…”

“And you…!” His gaze fell on the Heavenly Punishment Hunter.

"I curse you... that you will not receive Janus's guidance... that you will not receive Euronis's revelation... that you will be severely judged by Tarranton..."

"Never...will I ever see...that damned Meneta again—!"

With a final roar, the garrison commander collapsed onto the blood-soaked ground, his chest, filled with resentment, gradually ceasing its heaving...

"Ah?" Elder Oenone was shocked and quickly released Paris's hand, stepping forward to check on the garrison commander's injuries. "Garrison commander? Garrison commander!"

Paris stepped forward, shook his head, and sighed:

"Elder, he has already... been taken away by the Hand of Darkness."

Chapter 1252 You are so presumptuous

"Oh, Paris."

Oenone looked at him sadly.

"Don't be misled by that calamity-bringing star anymore; even Philoc lost his life because of it."

"I've already made you do something wrong, and I absolutely cannot let you continue down that path."

"If you continue to associate with her, you will become an accomplice and a villain forever hated by the people of Ohm."

“Of course I understand, Elder Oonone.”

At that moment, Paris glanced at the Scourge Hunter with a radiant expression and smiled.

"I've realized it now, you are the girl I've been searching for."

"Your rights can keep me away from the battlefield, away from the nightmare of conflict."

"We can hide together on the cliffs of dawn, living peacefully at the feet of Kefaller!"

"Once the black tide recedes and the strife subsides, we can once again ride in a carriage adorned with flowers and fruit, in a position of great prestige, to seek out a land of romance..."

"That's the real Arcadia."

Upon hearing this, Oenone also showed a relieved smile.

"Yes, I'm very touched that you think that way."

“That’s a place my homeland witnessed; I’m sure I can help you find it.”

"But now, there shouldn't be any puppets of conflict in Ohmma..."

Both of them looked at the silent Heavenly Punishment Hunter.

"..."

……

Xuanfeng City.

At this time, the area was sparsely populated.

The registration officer for the ceremony stood outside the main hall and announced:

"Today is the last day of the festival. Are there any more people who want to take on the challenge?"

"I."

An unremarkable gladiator stepped forward and said in a deep voice:

"I'll take on the challenge."

At the edge of the glorious road, Yan Huan saw that there were still people willing to participate in the festival, and thought they were out of their minds.

Even the most fanatical seekers of conflict should choose to go to the battlefield and splatter their blood on the land of Ohma.

It's really not worth dying in this dilapidated temple.

"It's you again, you incompetent fool who can't even speak properly!"

Upon seeing this person, the registration officer immediately reprimanded him:

"You're unarmed, yet you dare to dream of joining the Suspended Blade Ritual? This is disrespect to the Spear of Heavenly Punishment!"

"I have already emphasized this—this is a trial that tests all three of us at the same time!"

"If you can't even find companions willing to risk their lives for you, you might as well go home and drink your milk!"

"..."

The gladiator stepped forward without backing down, saying, "Let me through."

"It seems you not only have a speech impediment, but your hearing isn't very good either... If you continue to argue and make trouble, don't blame us for being impolite!"

Just as the registration officer summoned the guards to surround the gladiators, the latter silently turned around and looked at Yan Huan and Xia Die, who were watching the spectacle.

There are two people there...

"?" Yan Huan was taken aback.

"us?"

“Yes.” The gladiator nodded.

"Well, we're just here to be spectators..."