Alice in the Land of Steam

Chapter 423 Is there rebirth after death?
Leticia, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped. An uncontrollable piercing pain went straight from her spine to her brain, making her face pale and her body trembling uncontrollably. Her hands and feet seemed to have lost their strength, and her body fell forward uncontrollably. She knelt in the cold muddy water with a plop, gasping for air. Sweat soaked her hair, which stuck tightly to her bloodless forehead, like a drowning person struggling in a bottomless ocean.

This violent reaction shocked everyone. The first person to react was Metien. She shouted anxiously, "Leticia, what's wrong with you!?"

She quickly ran over to support her, but was shocked when her hand touched the vampire girl's shoulder. It was not too cold, but too hot. The scorching temperature was like touching a red-hot iron. It made people almost think that the blood in her body was burning. The temperature of that blood was hotter than the boiling magma in a volcano. It was definitely not the body temperature of a vampire.

When Metien placed his hand on Leticia's shoulder, the girl trembled violently. Metien saw her lips trembling rapidly and she stammered something, as if she didn't realize her good friend was in front of her. Metien leaned over and got closer, and finally heard the terrible meaning of the words:
"Why? No, why now? You came too early. It's obviously not a full moon, it's obviously not time yet, and you obviously can't die yet. That's right, that's right, I can't die. If I die, who will save grandma? I can't die, I can't die now, and I can't die in the future... I'm sorry, sorry, grandma, please forgive me!"

She took a deep breath and when she raised her head again, the bloodshot eyes were even more dazzling than the original blood red of her eyes, which was frightening. Metien was startled and was about to ask her what happened. The vampire girl suddenly put her mouth close to her ear, showing her sharp fangs, and said something in a weak voice that only the two of them could hear.

This sentence made Metien stunned, with a confused and panicked expression on his face. But Leticia did not explain. She did not know where she got the strength from, and suddenly stood up from the turbid and cold water, pushed Metien away, and then stumbled and staggered towards the depths of the mangroves, avoiding the hands of Saint Xia Liya, Ling Ge and others who stretched out to support her along the way.

The black bat wings spread out, and before anyone could react, her shadow had already drifted away like a kite with a broken string, disappearing with great difficulty in the thick fog. Occasionally, a violent rustling sound could be heard among the branches and leaves, as if the girl had hit a branch of the mangrove forest during her flight.

Her condition was really worrying, so everyone decided to chase her without much hesitation. The footsteps suddenly quickened, stepping on the water of varying depths, splashing the water, echoing in the empty space under the shadows of the forest and in the mist, like a messy interlude of a piece of music.

During the chase, Metien told everyone what he had just heard Leticia's mumbling.

"Did she really say she didn't want to die?" Ling Ge frowned slightly.

Moreover, Leticia herself is the young queen who symbolizes immortality, so how could she die?
Lingge showed a thoughtful expression.

This sentence was not only said to Metien, but also to other companions. Although they didn't know why, after hearing Ling'er's words, they subconsciously stopped and stopped about ten steps away from the Metasequoia tree. The mist was floating, and the faint fluorescence flickered like a ghost fire. The humidity in the forest seemed to become heavier. In this shallow and narrow water area, there was a strange and dead atmosphere everywhere.

Metien found her friend and shouted happily. She ran over to ask her if she was feeling better, but Linger suddenly stopped her with his hand, not letting her get close to the girl who seemed to be sleeping peacefully under the tree. The pink-haired girl raised her head and looked at her brother in confusion. Linger shook his head and said, "Don't go over there."

No one understood why she ran so nervously and hurriedly. Even if she really sensed some danger, wouldn't it be safer to stay with the crowd?
"Leticia!"

Leticia didn't fly very far. When everyone found her, the vampire girl was quietly leaning against a Metasequoia tree with a well-developed root system, with her head slightly lowered. The boiling mud and muddy sewage soaked her hem and cloak. The girl was wrapped in the intertwined root network at the root of the tree, and she was so quiet that she seemed to be asleep. In fact, she must have made extremely hard efforts to fly here in her state.

Linger asked the others to wait there, while he walked forward and approached the vampire girl sleeping under the tree. Her face hidden under the hood was pale without any blood, like a moonlight sealed in a coffin for many years. Her hands were folded on her abdomen, looking elegant and peaceful. But Linger noticed that the muddy water around was even more turbid, and the mud was full of tragic and painful scratches. The water plants and pebbles were scattered randomly, looking messy. It seemed that there had just been a fierce struggle here.

"Yeah." Metien was very worried about his friend's situation, frowning: "She did say that, but I don't know why she said that? Obviously, nothing happened before."

The girl ignored the approaching footsteps and continued to sleep with her eyes closed in the embrace of the tree roots. The young man slowly squatted in front of her and reached out his hand to feel her breath, but there was not even the faintest moan.

He stood up again, shook his head at everyone, and said in a complicated tone: "She is dead."

Metien's face turned pale. The forest was completely silent, with only the sound of water birds chirping in the distance.

……

No one had ever seen such a strange, weird and gorgeous death.

Yes, they used the word "gorgeous" to describe the death happening before their eyes, as if describing a gripping play on stage.

When the star-shaped crystal dagger pierced her chest, the silver-eyed Countess instantly turned into a colorful crystal sculpture. Then, countless cracks spread from the chest where the dagger pierced, and quickly spread to the entire sculpture. Then, accompanied by a crisp sound of "crackling", the brilliant crystal fragments in the sky splashed like a broken rainbow, and turned into bats that looked like diamonds, silver, and moonlight in the air, howling and flying to every shadow corner of the ancient castle: moss-covered bricks, or burning blood candles.

The brilliant colors were reflected in everyone's eyes, and the shining bats were scattered all over the sky, as if a magnificent and vast starry sky was spreading under the dome of the main hall of the castle. At the same time, the breath that originally belonged to Her Excellency the Countess gradually weakened until it completely disappeared.

She is dead.

Everyone was so sure of it.

Because for any life, the heart and brain are always the most vulnerable parts. Even if you cross the threshold of demigod and gain a lifespan and power beyond that of mortals, once your heart is pierced or your brain is shattered, you will still die. In this regard, the difference between demigods and ordinary people is that they have more means to protect their weak parts.

But if a dagger was pierced directly through the defenseless heart like the Silver-Eyed Countess did, even the most tenacious vampire would surely die, without any chance of luck.

However, they also believed that the Countess would not die so easily.

Because she is an immortal witch.

Sure enough, under their silent gaze, the crystal bats flying in the sky suddenly gathered in the same place at a certain moment as if they had received a call from someone. Their shadows drew brilliant and gorgeous tracks in the sight, like the sorrowful surge of the sea of ​​stars in the night sky, setting off an endless shining tide.

In the central area of ​​the surging tide, a proud, dignified and yet cold figure is slowly outlining its graceful and tall contour curves, and reshaping its body under the infusion of starlight.

Her breath was weak at first, but gradually became strong and continuous, until it aroused thunderous echoes in the castle. The terrifying momentum even made some weaker aliens feel a heavy pressure, and they couldn't help but change their faces. The rise and fall of the tide overlapped, resonated and echoed with their heartbeats and breathing, presenting a shocking, spectacular and incredible miracle.

If the countless crystal fragments were the echoes of starlight, then she, who was surrounded by starlight and proudly outstanding at this moment, was the eternal silver full moon in the night sky.

After a gorgeous death, there is a gorgeous rebirth.

　Give me some meow
　　
　
(End of this chapter)