My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel Chapter 455 - 456: Should I Give Up?
Previously on My Beast Is the 12-Winged Angel...
Meanwhile.
At this very second, Qing Shuang...
The depths of her consciousness had drifted back to that fateful day when she and her sister were cast out by the Ghost Race.
Frozen rain mingled with the filth of the earth, and the metallic tang of blood saturated the air.
She was imprisoned within a crude wooden cage, her body suppressed by a restriction, shivering and drenched to the bone.
It wasn't merely the cold that made her tremble, but a paralyzing, soul-deep terror.
She watched, paralyzed by horror, as her father...
In a desperate bid to shield the sisters, he was executed. Under the pretense of "sheltering the ominous," the Great Elder of the Ghost Race publicly crushed his head!
The crimson rain turned the entire scene into a portrait of absolute despair.
Inside her wooden prison, Qing Shuang's fingernails tore into her own palms.
Blood dripped from her clenched fists, yet the physical agony went unnoticed.
But then, from the other side...
"Sister! Sister, please save me!!"
Fei Yue’s screams of pure fright sliced through the heavy curtain of rain.
A brutal Ghost Race warrior was grinning with malice as he hoisted her high into the air.
"Execute them! These sisters are the origin of our misfortune!"
"They are the reason calamity has fallen upon our people!"
"Purify the clan! Wipe them out to prevent any future disaster!"
In that moment, the faces of the surrounding tribesmen were twisted with fanatical hatred.
Their collective roars completely smothered the final spark of hope remaining in Qing Shuang’s heart.
She threw herself violently against the wooden bars, her forehead split and bleeding, her voice shredded and hoarse:
"Let her go! I'm begging you! Please spare my sister!"
"This is all my fault! Take me! Kill me instead!!"
Her efforts were useless.
The pleading, the sobbing, even the desperate kowtowing...
All she received in return was sharper mockery and stares filled with icy indifference.
Nobody spared a glance for the nearly insane girl in the cage; not a single soul offered a drop of mercy.
Then, before her eyes—stretched wide until they threatened to tear...
The Ghost Race warrior, wearing a sadistic smirk, opened his hand.
Time appeared to freeze in that agonizing instant.
She watched her sister’s small frame trace a short, tragic arc through the sky.
"Thud——!!!"
A dull impact, accompanied by the sickening snap of breaking bone, reached her ears with terrifying clarity.
The tiny figure inside the cage suddenly went stiff.
Her eyes, blurred by tears, snapped open to their absolute limit.
Reflected in her pupils was a motionless, vivid splash of red on the ground just a short distance away.
The moment seemed to expand into eternity, locking her in place.
Her jaw hung open, but no sound escaped.
Every scream and every plea felt strangled in the back of her throat.
The noise of the world faded into nothingness, leaving only the violent, rhythmic pounding of her heart as if it might burst from her chest.
She could even hear the faint creak of her nails digging deeper into the wood of the cage.
There was no hysterical wailing, no frantic struggling.
The weight of her grief had exceeded the limits of human expression, manifesting instead as a haunting, bizarre stillness.
She simply stared toward the spot, her frame shaking with uncontrollable violence.
Soon, a numbing cold radiated outward from the core of her heart.
It froze her blood, her marrow, and her very soul.
This chill was more harrowing than death itself, stripping away every ounce of feeling and leaving only a vast, hollow numbness.
Then, amidst that supreme cold, her perception began to shift in a strange way.
The leaden sky bleached into a sickly, ghastly white, and the mud beneath her lost all color.
The feral, crazed faces of the Ghost Race members blurred into nothingness like decaying paintings, leaving behind only twisted silhouettes.
The rain was no longer clear; it fell as threads of gray and white.
Only the brilliant crimson on the earth, like ink dropped into a basin of pure water, began to surge and bleed outward!
The color of blood rapidly stained the white sky and painted the dead earth red.
It traced those blurred Ghost Race outlines, turning them into dark, blood-red phantoms!
The entire world was being drained of its reality at a terrifying pace.
It was being smothered by a thick, heavy, and destructive dark red.
In that moment, a seductive whisper slithered into her mind.
"Look... these are the people you wished to protect..."
"They turned on you. They slaughtered your only family..."
"Does it burn? Do you feel the rage? Do you feel the hatred?"
"Kill... kill them all!"
"Annihilate everything! Let their blood wash your resentment away!"
"Only through slaughter can your agony be silenced!"
"Vengeance... make everyone who hurt you pay the ultimate price!"
The voice swelled in volume, eventually becoming a deafening roar that shook every corner of her mind!
The hue of blood slowly saturated her pupils.
Her murderous intent seemed to snap the final thread of her sanity.
...
Within the inner world.
Gu Xing’s consciousness finally broke through the waves of blood and the illusions of carnage, finding Qing Shuang.
However, the sight before him caused his heart to seize.
Qing Shuang was floating silently in the center of a desolate island.
Her eyes had transformed into orbs of pure blood-red.
Her long hair, once blue, had turned completely to the color of gore.
It drifted around her without any wind, moving as if it possessed a life of its own.
Furthermore, the Slaughter Law surrounding her was no longer merely leaking out...
Instead, it had fully merged with her consciousness, manifesting as a physical suit of dark red crystalline armor.
She stood there, no longer showing pain or signs of struggle.
There was only a profound, soul-chilling silence.
What terrified Gu Xing even more was...
The Beast Taming Contract connecting him to Qing Shuang had grown incredibly faint, becoming almost translucent.
It looked as though it might shatter at any second!
This signaled that the true Qing Shuang was fading away, being consumed and replaced by pure slaughter intent!
"Qing Shuang!"
Gu Xing attempted to charge toward her.
However, a force filled with pure hostility and rejection acted like an invisible wall, slamming him back!
The Qing Shuang before him slowly turned her crimson eyes toward him, offering nothing but a cold, indifferent look.
That gaze was vacant, icy, and devoid of even a hint of emotion.
Seeing this, Gu Xing’s heart plummeted.
Qing Shuang could no longer recognize him!
Gu Xing felt a sharp pang of grief, but he refused to surrender.
He immediately began deploying every technique he knew, trying to snap her out of it.
"Celestial Grace!"
A soft wave of Purification Power rushed toward Qing Shuang like a rising tide.
However, the moment this light struck the dark red Slaughter Armor...
It hissed like water hitting white-hot iron, evaporating and being repelled instantly!
The Slaughter Law was too deeply entwined with her now; Celestial Grace was useless!
"Damn it!"
Cursing under his breath, Gu Xing tried another tactic.
"Divine Pattern!"
He pushed the Divine Pattern to its limit, trying to force a resonance with the Divine Pattern inside Qing Shuang’s body.
As Gu Xing released the power, the entire sea of blood seemed to hesitate for a moment.
But this was her inner world!
After just a few breaths.
An even sharper, more concentrated intent of "slaughter" erupted into the sky.
It violently shoved the Divine Pattern back!
Gu Xing tried Sovereign, then Soul-devouring...
But every single attempt failed, one after another.
Gu Xing’s consciousness began to flicker and grow faint from the sheer exhaustion of his power, forcing him to drop to one knee in the Void.
Looking at the figure that was both familiar and a total stranger, a feeling of helplessness he had never known before flooded his heart.
Can I not save her?
Is this it...
Am I really forced to watch Qing Shuang turn into a mindless puppet of slaughter?
Gu Xing checked the Beast Taming Contract once more.
It was now so transparent it had nearly vanished!
Should I give up?
But before he could find an answer within himself, the situation changed abruptly!
The previously still Qing Shuang seemed to have been provoked by Gu Xing’s constant interference.
She slowly raised her hand, and endless Slaughter Laws spiraled into her palm!
Her blood-colored eyes locked onto Gu Xing, her killing intent becoming so thick it felt tangible!
She was going to attack!
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