Dragon Raja 5; Chapter 356: For Your Majesty (171)

Dragon Raja 5

But Zero didn’t move. She reached out and pressed her hand on the top of the black snake’s head. The black snake, which seemed to be coming with tremendous force, stopped abruptly in front of Zero. It breathed heavily, its eye sockets, long since devoid of eyeballs, staring at Zero. It shouldn’t be able to see anything, but its gaze was like that of a blind puppy sniffing its master’s scent.

Zero crouched down and gently touched the black snake’s nose. “Eat him.”

This was an incomprehensible order, given to a creature whose brain was already dead, and that thing might have once been a member of the Supreme Beings, yet she spoke it so softly yet with such certainty, as if that big guy really was her little dog.

A moment later, a light as bright as a giant candle rekindled in its dry eye sockets, and the black snake suddenly roused itself, flapping its iron scales as if to take flight. But it had long lost the ability to soar through the sky; it had no wings, only half a broken wing bone remained. It turned around and let out a deafening roar at Little Bunin.

Startled, Little Bunin retreated, then flew into a rage, raising all his claws at the black dragon in response with a sharp roar.

The black serpent roared to the sky, spewing forth azure flames, extremely cold and frigid, resembling a dark blue aurora. But it wasn’t fire at all; it was a torrent of elements!

It lowered its head and swept its elemental energy across the entire pier, causing dark blue flames to blaze fiercely on the concrete surface. Little Bunin had no time to dodge, and half of his body came into contact with the flames. Instead of being burned, white ice crystals formed on his body.

Despite his lineage, he cried out in pain and spat out viscos liquid at the steel cable in the air, presumably trying to climb up to escape the blue flames. But as the black snake’s breath swept over his head, the viscos liquid instantly solidified in the blue flames, resembling white, withered tree branches.

He watched helplessly as ice crystals spread across his body, retreating as he tried to escape, but dared not cross the frigid flames.

Unaffected by its own flames, the black snake hissed lowly and crawled unsteadily through the flames toward Little Bunin. In the dark blue flames, the pair of golden eyes that had been rekindled shone with a chilling brilliance.

“If we don’t run now, it will be too late,” Zero waved from above. “If you get burned by its flames, your blood will freeze.”

When Lu Mingfei looked back, the little devil had already disappeared, leaving only a white rose on the ground, shattered into pieces.

Old Bunin was not far from Little Bunin and was also surrounded by dark blue flames, while Chu Zihang was completely unconscious, kneeling there stiffly, without any awareness of escaping.

Lu Mingfei rushed up and shook Chu Zihang, but due to his serious injuries, he was unable to lift the hardened “sculpture” at all. He was about to ask Zero for help from above when he saw Old Bunin struggling to get up, turn his head to look at Little Bunin roaring in the blue flames, and then look up at the monster that seemed to be peeking out of hell, his expression as if he were in a dream.

The amount of golden holy elixir he had ingested was far less than that of little Bunin, and by now it was probably almost exhausted. The wounds on his body were no longer healing quickly, and they were reddish-black, with faint golden bones visible deep within.

Finally, he gazed at Christina’s skeleton in the blue flames, her beautiful face covered in frost, slowly crumbling away. The black serpent’s breath was so cold that it quickly turned the fresh skeleton into something resembling the freeze-dried remains that had lain on Mount Everest for decades or even centuries.

He completely ignored the blue flames and stumbled deeper into the fire.

“Come back!” Lu Mingfei roared, “Come back, you idiot!”

But he didn’t have time to save Old Bunin. Chu Zihang was his priority. Dark blue flames were spreading towards them, and time was running out.

Old Bunin slowly turned around and looked at Lu Mingfei, who was sweating profusely. He seemed to have finally regained his senses, remembered something, and his dazed eyes slightly.

But he immediately turned back and stared blankly at Christina. Lu Mingfei was so angry that he cursed inwardly. If Old Bunin had come to help, it wouldn’t have been difficult to rescue Chu Zihang. But in that old man’s eyes, his daughter’s head was probably more important than Chu Zihang, who was still breathing.
There’s nothing we can do about it. When life gets tough, everyone goes back to their own home and their own mother.

Zero leaped down and delivered a flying kick to Chu Zihang’s back, seemingly intending to knock the statue off its base. However, while her legwork was fierce, her weight was too light. Chu Zihang only swayed slightly, while Zero herself was jolted back two steps.

Zero was about to try again, but Lu Mingfei stopped him, saying, “If you keep kicking like that, even if you rescue him, you’ll break his spine, okay?” Zero’s violent kick must have already injured Chu Zihang, as blood could be seen seeing through the transparent hardened layer.

Just as the two were at their wits’ end, a low, mournful verse echoed from within the flames, recited by a weathered voice.

I still remember that golden moment.

A place where the soul can connect.

As dusk fell,

We’re together.

The Danube roared under the shade of the trees.

Lu Mingfei and Zero exchanged a surprised glance. Lu Mingfei couldn’t understand Russian poetry at all, and could only vaguely discern the nostalgia in the tone. Zero, however, could tell that it was a famous line from Tyutchev, a poet whose fame was no less than that of Pushkin, but few people in China knew about him.

“Tyuchev’s ‘I Remember That Golden Hour,’ a love poem, a love poem bidding farewell to first love,” Zero said.

Old Bunin recited the poem in a soft, melodious voice. Where Lu Mingfei couldn’t see, he was no longer a raging beast; tears slowly welled up in his eyes. They should have been murky old tears, yet they slid down his young face.

Facing his daughter’s remains, he recited love poems, which at first glance seemed taboo. However, Lu Mingfei suddenly remembered the little devil’s seemingly unintentional words: Christina’s true significance to Old Bunin was that she was a projection of the woman named Bella, a gift that would make him remember love forever, and proof that he had existed in this world.

Now that proof has disappeared, he has finally become a wandering ghost.

The sun slowly sets in the west, bidding you farewell. We bid farewell to the hill, and to the ancient castle.

Old Bunin waved to the corpses in the blue flames, like a boy sailing away in a small boat, bidding farewell to the sunset and the girl on the shore.