My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 419 - 420: Everything Falls Into Despair!
Previously on My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel...
In a location far removed from the recent chaos, Aliya, the Mermaid Princess, gripped her chest in a sudden, inexplicable spasm of pain.
Her small frame shook with violent tremors as her eyes were instantly consumed by a wave of pure terror!
"Ah!"
She released a sharp cry, her complexion turning as ghostly white as a sheet of paper.
"Aliya, what is happening?"
The Snow Woman spun around immediately, her voice full of concern for the young girl.
But the moment her hand brushed against Aliya, the Snow Woman was struck by a paralyzing shock!
The spiritual connection she had always maintained with Gu Xing... had been severed!
It wasn't a slow fading or a distant blur; it was a violent, total snap, like a taut string being cut...
He was gone!
A terrifying realization immediately flooded her mind.
She understood better than anyone the implications of such a broken bond...
This soul-based contract link only shatters so completely when the soul of a Beast Master is entirely extinguished!
"Sister Snow Woman..."
Aliya turned her tear-streaked face upward, her voice shaking with an uncontrollable, primal dread.
"My heart... it hurts so much!"
"It feels just like... just like when I lost my mother!"
"Brother Gu Xing... something terrible must have happened to Brother Gu Xing!"
"We have to go back! Please, let us return quickly!"
This dark premonition was identical to the feeling she had when the Sea Race was invaded, only many times more powerful!
She clutched the Snow Woman’s sleeve with desperate strength, her eyes pleading for a different truth.
Staring into Aliya’s hopeless gaze, the Snow Woman felt the hollow void where the soul link used to be.
A flicker of internal conflict crossed her beautiful features.
Logic screamed at her that returning to Dragon Island was a suicide mission, a direct path into a deadly trap.
If Gu Xing himself could not withstand that entity, what could they possibly achieve by going back?
However...
Following a brief moment of doubt, a look of grim determination settled in the Snow Woman’s eyes.
She gave a heavy nod, her tone turning frigid:
"Very well! We are going back!"
Even if it meant their certain demise, she had to return!
If for no other reason... than to see Gu Xing’s fate with her own eyes!
In an instant, she pulled Aliya into her arms and transformed into a streak of icy blue light, racing desperately back toward their origin...
Speeding toward the devastated ruins of Dragon Island!
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Meanwhile.
Within the Human Territory’s Northern Command Center.
Only moments ago, the entire Human Race had been celebrating a sudden surge in luck and a wave of successful breakthroughs.
The sky had been clear and the sun radiant, symbolizing a new era of vitality and hope.
But then, without any warning...
The heavens grew dark once more!
Ominous clouds swallowed the sun, casting a shadow that seemed to emanate from the very source of the world.
The sky transformed into a heavy, suffocating gray shroud!
Then, one by one, freezing and jagged snowflakes began to drift down from above!
This was no natural winter storm!
The flakes were crystalline, yet they bore a heavy aura of mourning and death!
Upon touching the skin, they delivered a frost that bit deep into the soul!
"What... what is the meaning of this?!"
Long Zhenguo stared up at the bizarre celestial event, his heart pounding with dread!
A dark, powerful premonition gripped his chest!
This was not a change in weather.
This looked more like...
The world itself weeping for a catastrophic loss!
"Elder Long! We have urgent reports! Snow is falling simultaneously across the entire Human Territory!"
A messenger rushed in, his voice cracking with panic.
Long Zhenguo’s expression became incredibly grim.
According to ancient texts, this phenomenon of universal mourning across an entire race heralded only one thing...
The pillar of the race’s destiny had crumbled!
While he was reeling from the thought—
"Thud!"
Nearby, Tushan Yueli, who had been busy with her duties, suddenly went rigid.
A second later, she collapsed to the floor, her papers fluttering away like dead leaves.
Her face was drained of color and her eyes were vacant, as if her very spirit had departed.
"Yueli!"
Long Zhenguo and Verocan were horrified, rushing to her side to lift her up.
"The link... it’s gone..."
"My connection with Master... has been completely severed..."
Tushan Yueli whispered blankly, tears tracing silent paths down her cheeks.
The soul contract between her and Gu Xing had simply vanished!
The meaning was undeniable...
Almost at the same moment, another heavy sound echoed!
The Blood Ancestor, Lilith, who had been resting quietly in the corner, fell backward without a word.
Her life signatures plummeted to zero in an instant!
"Blood Ancestor!"
The Church Court Empress turned pale, rushing forward to check the situation.
She found that she could no longer detect even the faintest glimmer of life within Lilith!
This discovery sent a wave of horror through her.
She was well aware that Lilith was bound to Gu Xing by a Blood Covenant.
Through that pact, their lives were intertwined. If one perished, the other would inevitably follow.
And now...
Lilith’s life had been extinguished in a heartbeat.
This was the final proof...
Gu Xing... was dead?!!
Long Zhenguo, Verocan, and Wei Yuan all grasped the reality of the situation at once.
The entire command center was plunged into a suffocating, deathly silence!
Even the sound of a falling pin would have been deafening!
Long Zhenguo’s massive frame buckled, as if his internal support had been ripped away.
He stumbled back, propping himself up against the freezing wall.
His face, which had recently looked rejuvenated by the race’s success, withered and aged before their eyes.
The light of hope in his gaze died out, replaced by a bottomless sorrow.
In that single moment, he seemed to have aged a decade.
"Gu Xing... has fallen?"
Verocan’s voice was rasping and dry, the words forced through his gritted teeth.
An eternal-feeling silence hung over the room.
Then, the sheer weight of the tragedy broke through everyone’s composure.
"No... that can't be! Gu Xing... how could he possibly..."
Wei Yuan shook his head violently, his voice hoarse as he tried to reject the brutal truth.
His body shivered, and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching his fists.
Lei Zhan, standing behind him, placed a heavy, grounding hand on his shoulder.
The usually unshakable man now had eyes filled with a hollow, gray desolation.
He didn't speak, but his expression told the whole story.
Wei Yuan looked at Lei Zhan’s grieving face, and his last bit of denial shattered like glass.
He bowed his head, unable to stop the warm tears from falling to the floor.
"How did this happen... how..."
Despite the shared grief, the one carrying the heaviest burden of agony...
Was undoubtedly the supreme leader, Long Zhenguo.
But he could not afford to break, nor could he show any sign of total collapse.
He had to find the strength to manage the fallout.
Taking a deep breath, he used every ounce of his willpower to steady his voice:
"Now... we cannot give in to despair."
"We must... begin our final preparations for the coming of the Demon Race."
Yet even that single sentence seemed to drain the last of his vitality.
He lapsed into silence for a long time before speaking again, his emotions tightly reigned in:
"Proceed... with the original plan!"
With those words, he turned and walked away.
His shoulders were slumped, looking as if they might break under the weight of the world at any moment.
Slowly, the news of Gu Xing’s death rippled through every corner of the Human Territory.
A quiet, heavy despair began to suffocate the entire Human Race.
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