Unspeakable bubbles

do not know.

How can we be rescued?

do not know.

What exactly happened?

I don't know anything, but I don't want to die!

"No! I haven't become a warrior yet, I can't die!"

"I'm getting married soon, I don't want to die."

"My love is still waiting for me, I can't give up."

"We haven't even finished punishing the rebels, how can we fall now?"

"Help"

"help me"

"Save us."

"Darkness, save us!"

"..."

Bubble's face showed sadness; she felt that these people shouldn't be going to heaven now.

“You have so many things left to do; it’s too early for you to go to heaven now.”

"Bubble doesn't need weapons."

"Bubble, I want to save you!"

A determined look appeared in the little girl's eyes, and the next moment, a skill that a bubble had long forgotten surfaced in her mind.

Once, Kuroro tried to teach Bubbles his racial talent.

The result wasn't very good; although the little girl could weave the threads of life, she couldn't manipulate them skillfully.

Kuroro also comforted Bubble, saying that he himself was inspired by the spider to fully master his racial talents.

"The time is not right." This was the conclusion Kuroro reached at the time.

"Bubble understands."

"Although we didn't see any spiders, it's already good enough."

The little girl spread her newly acquired wings, and in the next moment, countless lifelines descended, connecting to the dying grassland people.

"flowering!!"

An invisible lifeline pulls the sickly datura flower from the grassland people, and incidentally, absorbs some of their life force.

Hmm, if you're wondering why we need to extract their lives?

Originally, this was a tool used by the Kuroro clan for hunting.

It's been a long time since I've connected with any living thing, even though my master hasn't given any orders...

Taking a little bit won't hurt, right?

After waiting for a while, Bubble muttered to herself, "The flowers in this area have been almost harvested. Let's hurry to another place."

"The grassland is vast, Bubble needs to hurry!"

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In the Hada tribe, the warrior Bagen lay on his back on the ground, staring blankly at the sky.

I feel like I'm about to die.

My hands and feet felt weak, and my mind became muddled.

"It's so dark. Has the sun gone down at this particular time?"

"Sigh, if I could, I wouldn't want to die silently in the dark."

"Damn it, I haven't even had a duel with that Temur guy yet."

"Although, in the end, I will definitely be the one to lose."

"But I still want to fight him!"

"Huh? Something's flying over here?"

Bagen stared blankly as an enormous wing swept across the tribe's sky, and then...

For a fleeting moment, Bagen felt connected to some great being.

纯粹

warm

希望

In a daze, a voice said in my ear: "Don't be afraid, Bubble is here to save you."

He felt a lightness in his body, as if something terrible had been pulled out of him.

Having survived the ordeal, countless complex emotions churned within me.

But soon, overwhelming gratitude overwhelmed everything.

Bagen gritted his teeth and got up from the ground. He knelt down heavily in the direction the wings had gone.

Chapter 267, Section 268: Black Sky Bubble

The ragged old man sat listlessly on the grass, an unprecedented premonition of death finally bringing him to an end to his aimless journey.

Death did not frighten Agudamu in the slightest; it was the shattering of his faith that truly tormented him.

"God abandoned the grasslands."

"Redemption, perhaps there has never been redemption."

Now that things have come to this, Agudamu is ready to give up.

The flame of life is about to be extinguished; let the faith I've upheld throughout my life dissipate.

“My lord, it is not that Agudamu has abandoned you.”

"But it was you who abandoned us..."

The old man's eyes gradually dimmed, then suddenly, his expression changed.

He vaguely sensed that something incredible was rapidly approaching them.

Agudamu's martial arts skills had long since declined, but his extraordinary eyesight as a super strong person remained.

The first thing he saw was a pair of translucent green wings that blotted out the sky, radiating a dazzling glow of life.

Then, he noticed the owner of those incredible wings, a lovely little girl.

She had golden hair and eyes as blue as the sky.

What thrilled Agudamu the most was the five-petaled flower-shaped divine mark on the little girl's forehead!

The little girl seemed to sense Agudamu's gaze; she turned her head and smiled at the old man on the ground.

"Don't give up, Bubble is here to save you!"

The piercing laughter within his body abruptly ceased. Agudamu lowered his head, and a black flower of death slowly drifted out from his heart.

"..."

"........."

"Ah, ah!"

"Ah ...

Unable to utter coherent sentences, Agudamu only managed monotonous "uh-ah" sounds.

This should have been a time of reverence and worship, but Agudamu had long since lost control of his emotions.

Tears flowed freely, and snot and saliva dripped uncontrollably.

"Uh ah ah ah ah!"

The old man danced wildly, venting his emotions as if he were going crazy.

It took a while, until the owner of the wings had been gone for some time, for Agudamu to gradually calm down.

His previously lifeless eyes now shone with a terrifying light; it was as if a fire was burning in Agudamu's eyes!

Praise be to Mahakala!

He slowly knelt down, prostrating himself on the ground!

A dark figure laughed loudly as it swept past him, followed by Bao Yin's booming voice.

"Hahaha, Master! What are you still doing lying down?"

"Hurry and follow my lord!"

That's exactly right.

Agudamu smiled, stood up and looked back. In the distance, countless dark figures were rushing towards them.

"Is everyone here?"

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Bubble flew and flew, and as it received more and more life force, its wings grew bigger and bigger, and it flew faster and faster.

The girl felt a burning sensation between her eyebrows and touched it with her hand with some concern.

The seed-shaped stigmata unknowingly transformed into a five-petaled flower-shaped divine seal. But this was not the end; as countless black flowers poured in, the divine seal's appearance changed again.

Alluring, mysterious, and unpredictable—this is the Dark Mandala!

The divine seal was finally formed, resembling the flower of death.