Light Fortress
Chapter 280 - 256 The Death of the Angel Envoy

Chapter 280: Chapter 256 The Death of the Angel Envoy

"Hey..."

"Hey!!!"

This voice echoed over the wilderness, it was meant to travel far, but it reverberated off an air barrier and condensed within an extremely narrow range, gradually dissipating...

Tie Wu felt a deep despair.

On this wilderness, he really felt like an insignificant breath of air.

This invisible barrier trapped him in a corner.

He could do nothing.

Tie Wu knew very well... every word he said was heard by Gu Shen, the master of this domain, and heard very clearly.

But this guy simply ignored him.

With that dazzlingly beautiful girl, they just sat down far in the wilderness beyond his reach, leisurely began admiring the sunset... How could a person do such a thing?

The sunset over this wilderness was indeed unspeakably beautiful.

But Tie Wu had no mind to appreciate it.

He really wanted to know... the situation of Old Qin after leaving the deep water area.

He wanted to know even more what the stance of Source Tower was toward Old Qin.

So he called out Gu Shen’s name over and over again, after realizing it was futile to shout names.

He began to hurl angry insults.

Still futile.

It then turned into a wild, angry ranting.

Still futile.

Until Tie Wu’s strength was exhausted...

Then he started to pester stubbornly over and over in a low voice, knowing Gu Shen could hear, hoping for just one response.

Futile, all futile.

It seemed the young man had decided to ignore him until making his final decision... The previous imagery from the deep water area was merely a "gift".

Tie Wu slumped down against the air barrier, somewhat dazedly raising his head, the twilight of the sunset exhausted, the dome above reflected a myriad of brilliant stars... Each twinkling of the stars was a countdown.

Just as Gu Shen had said.

His life was almost at its final station.

Perhaps, this was indeed his last night alive?

...

...

Yes.

This was his final night.

Qin Ye was imprisoned into a hermetic cell.

As the mithril-embed heavy door slowly closed in front of him, the world of the cell plunged into absolute darkness.

Time lost its meaning for him... after all, there were only twenty hours left.

He understood too well what Chu Yu meant.

Because before today... such words were always spoken by him.

Unlike Chu Yu, Qin Ye would give the other person a chance to speak, to listen to what that poor soul nearing death had to say, any last words... In his view, one should show some compassion to a person about to die.

This was important.

But Chu Yu didn’t ask for his last words... he did not give him a chance to speak.

Qin Ye knew, just outside the mithril heavy door was light, if there was no "Holy Wood", if he still had the token, then this door would mean nothing, and he could escape from this cell in one minute.

The precondition was... the token still favored him.

After breaking away from the conversation in the deep water area, his mind uncontrollably flashed back.

Time and again.

Back to Lion Alley ten years ago.

Time and again.

Back to the scene where he met Lu Cheng.

"..."

Qin Ye slowly lifted his head, the "Xumi" on his body began to flow slowly, and the remaining "Xumi" was activated with all his might. In fact, it was a very weak extraordinary power, even fully converged, it could not pierce the "Sacred Wood," let alone the Mithril Heavy Door in front of him.

He didn’t know how much time had passed.

In front of Qin Ye, in the dark prison cell, floated a tiny "water droplet," its surface smooth and round like numerous folded mirrors, reflecting a brilliant yet soul-capturing dim matte light.

Qin Ye smiled laboriously.

This was his... last strength...

"I thought I wasn’t afraid of death," he said.

Uttering these few words had already drained Qin Ye of the strength to move.

He stared at the water droplet.

The memories in his mind still flashed back incessantly, as if possessing an irresistible magic power.

And the phrase that kept flashing back resonated thousands of times deep in his memory.

Spiritual flashback, instant cut, it was an unbearable pain.

Between the entanglement of life and death, Qin Ye chose "liberation."

He closed his eyes.

The black water droplet flashed past.

With a "bang"!

There was a profoundly loud explosion inside the cell!

It was as if someone had fired a gun—

The alarm immediately sounded.

The officer in charge arrived first but, being cautious... did not directly open the Mithril Heavy Door. The person imprisoned here was an "Angel Envoy" of the Source Tower, still an extremely dangerous individual even without his token.

A minute later, Lu Nanjin and Zhou Jiren arrived. Under full alert, the Mithril Heavy Door slowly opened.

Everyone was tense.

A streak of light shone into the prison cell...

Each person’s expression was quite dramatic.

Lu Nanjin’s hand, tightly clutching the handle of her knife, gradually relaxed.

She stared emotionlessly at the prison cell... What caught her eye was the pool of blood slowly spreading on the floor.

Then, at the dark end, a man in a trench coat was sitting against the iron wall, his facial expression dull as he closed his eyes, his coat soaked with thick blood plasma, a smooth hole in his forehead, and the back of his head blasted open by an unmatched impact, blood pouring out like ink.

"No one can stop an ’Angel Envoy’ from ending his own life..." Zhou Jiren took out the heavily Mithril-wrapped token, the oak tree badge that was always emitting light, now completely lost its glow and turned dim.

He was dead.

Dead beyond dead.

"It seems like he gave up on life himself," Mr. Shu looked at his disciple: "But in fact... it was the Source Tower that gave up on him."

Lu Nanjin did not speak.

She just calmly watched the blood spread on the floor.

Gradually reaching her own feet.

As the teacher had previously said... Qin Ye would not leave the Judgement Institute alive, she had already prepared to fight desperately, if the Source Tower wanted to ensure that the Angel Envoy left the East Continent, then she would draw her sword, and after the Mithril Heavy Door opened, she would kill Qin Ye.

The long knife was still in its sheath.

This seemed like a good outcome.

But Lu Nanjin was not satisfied, she once again tightened her grip on the knife handle, her voice very soft as she asked.

"Teacher... is it over?"

"...It’s over."

The death of Qin Ye was a compromise, a concession by the Source Tower.

The disputes across two continents, as well as a series of confidential cases, all vanished with the death of Qin Ye.

It was all over.

Zhou Jiren looked at the prison cell, calmly said, "If you give up... then everything really is over. If you still wish to draw your sword, if you want to avenge Lu Cheng, if you want to kill the real murderer behind the Lion Alley case, then it is not yet over."

The real murderer was never Qin Ye.

The pawn shattered.

The player still remains.