69novels Chapter 410 Breaking out of the ground
Chapter 410 Breaking out of the ground
Chapter 410: Breaking Out of the Ground
Under the dual attack of God's spirit and body, the Seven of Hearts, Sequence Five, was simply unable to withstand the power of such a high status.
This is power in its purest form, pure might.
Whether filthy or sacred, whether peaceful or chaotic, whether spiritual or material, all labels and attributes have lost their meaning at this moment.
The power of the gods caressed the container and dripped from the broken cracks. Just an unintentional glance was enough to cause the Seven of Hearts' skin to be torn apart in an instant, and warm blood gushed out of its mouth in large gulps.
Under the invisible pressure, all of the Seven of Hearts' ribs were broken, and the broken bones inserted into the eroded organs. The severe pain stimulated his vomiting, and even large pieces of flesh and blood spewed out of his mouth.
The mental torture brought the Seven of Hearts to the brink of collapse and loss of control. The sharp "voice" pierced into his mind from all his senses, as if it was a long-lasting torture of his spirit.
The Seven of Hearts could only tremble with her hands, and turned her head with all her strength, staring at Derrick intently, watching the other party suffer all kinds of torture and desperately rush to her.
Pain, struggle, despair, helplessness... the thick and strong emotions permeated the boy's tender facial features and were firmly imprinted in the irises of the Seven of Hearts.
Then, the Seven of Hearts smiled.
"……run!"
"elder brother!!"
That passionate look, that warm smile, and that seemingly nonchalant attitude deeply hurt Derrick. He screamed heartbreakingly and tried his best to crawl towards the Seven of Hearts.
run?
Where should I go? Where can I go?
The brief instruction might have been an amnesty for the young man, but it had the opposite effect at this time, arousing the deepest fear in Derrick's heart and driving him to pounce on the Seven of Hearts even more desperately.
The power of the messenger of God was still rising. The powerful force suppressed Derrick's movements. His struggle seemed extremely difficult. Even though his fingers were bleeding from scratching the soil and rocks, he could only crawl forward very slowly, leaving spots of blood on the ground.
The exoskeleton that originally supported Derrick's paralyzed legs was now completely disabled. Together with the armor, it became a cage that imprisoned Derrick, suffocating him and dragging his legs down.
The cold machinery, the biting pollution, the chaotic heartbeat, and pressure in every sense converged into a terrifying mountain, pressing Derrick's brain to the ground and crushing it repeatedly, squeezing out his shattered thoughts and tears.
It seems like I'm always like this, always the one in the team who fails at critical moments, always causing trouble for everyone in various ways.
In good times, you cannot add a touch of success; in bad times, you cannot fill in the missing link.
Whenever everyone reaches out their expectant hands to me with longing eyes, I can never grasp those hands of hope. I can only watch them fall into the endless abyss because of my incompetence, and the tragic consequences leave indelible dark marks on my spirit.
…I seem to be unable to protect the people I love, and I keep hurting the people who love me, endlessly…
The wound was hot, the throat was hot, the brain was hot. Although we were in a dark and damp cave, I felt like my whole body was being burned by the scorching sun.
In a trance, Derrick seemed to have returned to that afternoon many years ago, the mission that destroyed his legs.
Under the blazing and dazzling sun, the senior who was gradually collapsing was also looking at him silently.
That look was just as intense and passionate, and just as resolute and firm.
That's it, that's it!
Derrick's breathing quickened, his heart beating at a painful frequency, and some kind of panic buried deep in his memory and soul burst out, even making him want to scream.
The heavy and rich emotion, seemingly a sincere blessing, became the harshest rebuke in Derrick's heart, piercing through all his false efforts and hitting his true cowardice and incompetence.
That's the look!
That is expectation, that is encouragement, that is affirmation...
——No! Nothing!
That was clearly a farewell! A farewell! A rejection!
It is to go to death in despair!!
A strong sense of crisis and uneasiness screamed sharply in Derrick's ears.
No no no no!
Do not!
Don't do this! Don't do this!
"Brother! Wake up!"
Derrick roared in despair, tears and snot flowing chaotically down his face.
"What should I do? Bro! Tell me what should I do!!"
What should I do to save you, my brother!
How can I become a useful person!?
Derrick once again placed his last hope on the Seven of Hearts.
From childhood to adulthood, the Seven of Hearts has always been like a beacon in his eyes.
Just like what the Seven of Hearts said herself, Derrick's brother really seemed to be the protagonist of this world.
He would steal food for me when I was hungry, take me away when I was caught, and cover up my lies when I was caught...
Whenever he looked helpless and pleading, the Seven of Hearts would give him the answer, then hold Derrick's hand and, like the protagonists in all heroic stories, throw away all the suffering and pain behind them.
As long as the Seven of Hearts is there, there are no difficulties that cannot be overcome and no predicaments that cannot be solved.
The protagonist of the story, the Seven of Hearts, will use his amazing wisdom to help Derrick solve all the mysteries of the world.
"Brother! Tell me..."
Derrick's cry almost sounded like crying, or even begging.
"I beg you, you must hold on..."
The Seven of Hearts just moved her lips and squeezed out a few syllables with difficulty.
"……run……"
run?
Yes, run!
Run, Derrick, run!!
Whether running forward or running backward.
Derrick, you have to run first!
run!
Derrick had no choice. He growled, pounded the ground with his left fist, and then summoned all his strength to try to stand up.
However, the disabled mecha and exoskeleton, like a dead rock, pressed Derrick's legs heavily to the ground.
That's it again! That's it again!
Derrick pounded the ground and cried bitterly after failing so hard.
Chaotic memories, filled with endless despair and pain, overwhelmed Derrick's mind.
What a useless big guy you are, Derrick!
Why, why?
Why do you always make no progress? Why do you always hold others back?
Why are you always useless?
Why do you always-
I can’t do it, aaaaaaaaaah!
"sorry Sorry……"
Derrick apologized in confusion as he continued to crawl forward.
“…It’s all my fault…
"…I am so useless…"
With his vision blurred, Derrick finally held the Seven of Hearts' hand.
Her brother's hands had begun to grow cold, but when she felt Derrick's warmth, the Seven of Hearts' dull eyes finally moved. She looked at Derrick and managed a stiff smile with difficulty, her voice so weak that it was barely audible.
"...I always believed that you...could stand up...Derrick...
"...If you can't stand up...you don't have to stand up...
"...It's okay...Derrick...
"...Come...come to my brother..."
The end that I reached after trying my best was unconditional forgiveness.
It's okay, Derrick.
No one blames you for your failures, no one points fingers at you for your mistakes.
Even my death.
I forgive you, Derrick.
Looking at those eyes that were gradually losing their luster, Derrick completely collapsed.
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah!"
don't want!don't want!
don't want! ! !
Don't let me fail again! Don't let me lose again!
Don't let me watch hope slip away from my hands again and again!
Don't leave me alone again!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!
"God! Please let me stand up!!"
Derrick screamed heartbreakingly.
"Stand up! Stand up!!"
His hands dug into the soil, blood staining the stones red.
"Stand up! Stand up!!"
The steel tore through clothing and the splinters pierced flesh.
For my brother, for God, and for myself!
To prove that I deserve to be forgiven!
I must stand up!
“I believe it!
“I will definitely be able to stand up!!!”
Derrick's legs burst out with amazing strength, and his bulging muscles tore through the shackles of steel. His legs, which had not moved for a long time, finally supported Derrick to stand up!
What comes with it is an endless supply of strength and spirituality, long-forgotten memories and knowledge, and unswerving faith and will.
A layer of soft and warm light attached to Derrick's skin, illuminating the entire battlefield.
As the light shone, Derrick seemed to see a small tarot card falling from the sky and then flashing away.
[Sun], reset!