Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 758 - 367. Blood Demon

Chapter 758: 367. Blood Demon

Polina was startled and immediately drew the dagger from her calf, looking at the newcomer—her gaze fell on the boy with white hair outside the pipe.

"...Narta."

Her tone was indifferent:

"You still have the nerve to show up here."

The boy she had personally saved, Narta, stood before her, at a loss for words.

"...I’ve seen everything, these eyes have been revealing the truth from the very start."

Runes in silver shimmered in Narta’s eyes, he pursed his lips and said:

"If I had just died... Xiven and Evelyn wouldn’t have to die, and everything wouldn’t have become like this. It’s all my fault."

"...Xiven is dead, what use is there in saying this now?"

Polina raised her dagger, let out a bitter laugh, unhooked her waist pouch, and waved it in front of him:

"After all that’s happened, you’re showing up in front of me just for this, aren’t you?"

"No! Polina, I don’t care about the Elite Elijah at all, there’s a problem with this place! I wanted to tell you that!"

Narta hurriedly said:

"This place is not something from before the Void invasion, it’s all an illusion!"

"...An illusion?"

"Yes, an illusion. These eyes have let me see the truth, this isn’t a crypt but a laboratory, with stark white walls, metal corridors, laser detectors, and autonomous robots and cameras watching everything we do."

Narta anxiously said:

"We’ve been fighting all over this artificially-created laboratory, as if someone is observing us brawling... We’ve stepped into the wrong place. Do you remember those people from the Fermi Research Institute?"

"...The ones in white coats and the bandaged man?"

"Yes, them!" Narta said. "It’s all fake, all the fault of the institute, they’ve been using us for experiments. These powers, I saw with the Eye of Truth where they came from; they’re being channeled from the body of the bandaged man, piped into Gaslin and the others. I have reason to believe that my abilities were also induced this way."

Polina opened her mouth, laughed in despair:

"But what use is there in saying this?"

"Be it an illusion or the curse of a relic, what else can I do?"

"...Polina, haven’t you noticed that since you’ve also fallen into the implanted illusion—"

Narta said:

"Then you must have also received some kind of power from the bandaged man."

"Power? Ha ha ha, ha ha ha!"

Polina shook her head wildly, laughing madly:

"I have nothing, I’m just an ordinary person, I’ve had enough! Enough! I’m going crazy, what’s going on with all this? We were just out playing and exploring, how did we end up encountering all this!"

"Polina, pull yourself together." Narta stepped forward, consoling, "At least you can trust me. There will be a way."

Polina calmed down a bit, lifted her head, and looked at him, her eyes filled with emotion:

"Narta—"

"Polina," Narta stared at the strikingly beautiful girl before him. Polina tightly clutched his sleeve, seemingly pulling him to escape, the intimacy of the gesture made his cheeks flush, "No need to say anything, this is what I should do, you are my lifesaver—"

Thwack!

A hand pierced through Narta’s entire chest, clutching at his fiercely beating heart.

"Uh ah..."

Narta’s lips moved, his body convulsing, the silver runes in his eyes flashing continuously.

"So touching, my good brother. Confessing to a lifesaver, how romantic. 0"

Dulin taunted, his crimson eyes rolling, falling onto Polina, he smiled slightly, saying:

"I can confirm, he was sincere."

With that, he gently squeezed.

Splat!

In front of Polina, Narta’s heart burst instantly.

Drip, drip, drip...

Blood splashed onto the ground, Narta’s body fell at Polina’s feet, blood gushing from his mouth, he weakly reached out to Polina, his words unclear as he left his last message:

"Don’t be afraid... fight..."

Thwack.

Dulin trampled over the head of his good brother, opened his arms, and his whole body shivered with goosebumps.

"I can’t stand to see joy and sorrow separated, my foolish beauty miss."

He smiled at the corners of his mouth, without a hint of guilt.

"Just wait, I’ll send you to join him and become a pair of hell’s lovebirds..."

"Oh."

Polina raised her head and clenched her fists, said coldly:

"Is that so?"

Dulin stopped dead in his tracks.

He stared intensely at Polina.

Her gaze was fiercely hateful, but it passed straight over Dulin, not even letting his figure enter her field of vision.

"You...b*tch!"

Dulin erupted, furiously:

"I’m going to pull out your eyeballs and make you look at me properly!"

With that said, he immediately swung a punch at her.

Smack!

Polina’s head was struck like it had been hit by a shell, her body flung back dozens of meters, smashing the pipes and cracking them as she sprawled in a trench, yet remained calm.

"...so it is."

Polina murmured emotionlessly, despite being struck in the face and showing no signs of injury.

Smack!

Dulin landed instantly, took a few steps forward, but was abruptly hit by a dizzy spell, followed by a searing pain across his face.

He raised his hand and wiped his face and nose, and immediately dark red blood appeared on the back of his hand.

"—Are you kidding me?"

Dulin’s pupils shrank, he looked up at Polina:

"You, how do you have powers too?"

"Yes, why is that?"

Polina, like a marionette, stiffly stood up straight; her neck swiveled around on her head, dangling like a pendant, her ruby-like eyes staring at him as if looking at a corpse:

"The answer is—I don’t know."

"...Huh?"

"I don’t know what all this is about, don’t know why you all became like this, don’t know why I have powers too."

Polina took trembling steps, moving like a zombie ever closer to him:

"But I know, Xiven died, Evelyn died, even Narta died—Dulin, if I don’t kill you, then you will also die."

Dulin twisted his mouth:

"...Polina, do you know what you’re saying?"

"I don’t know, eh."

She picked up a dagger, revealing an innocent smile:

"Because I am just an efficient fool, aren’t I?"

The next moment, she plunged the dagger into her own heart.

Hiss!

Blood spurted out, tearing Dulin’s chest open with a horrifyingly huge laceration, his still-beating heart sliced by an invisible blade, no amount of struggling and screaming could stop the arteries from gushing out blood.

"Pol... Pol... Lenna...lian...liao...uh, zi...pus-zha... pus-zha-wa!"

Dulin fell to his knees, making incoherent sounds.

Polina paid him no heed and silently watched him die.

Polina propped herself up, watching Dulin’s blood spread across the ground, his lineage still fiercely clinging to life.

An unfamiliar urge rose, propelling her forward.

Swish...

Polina stretched out her hands, cupped a bowl of Bloodline, and tilted her head back to gulp it down.