Chapter 1189
Lilith: Scaring the Apostles!
At this moment, Cui Ming's side
His steps were hurried and heavy, the killing intent around him almost tangible. His nostrils twitched incessantly as he locked onto Aliponta's familiar yet repulsive scent, not even bothering to glance at his surroundings—he had already begun to follow the scent to find Aliponta and the Jilong people.
His eyes and heart were filled with a fanatical desire to tear those two guys to pieces, and he wished he could rush in front of them the next second and tear every inch of their skin apart.
But...
Perhaps he was too eager, or perhaps the underground passage was too well hidden. Cui Ming was so focused on chasing the scent that he rushed forward. Suddenly, his foot slipped and he stumbled a few times. Before he could react, he crashed through a broken stone slab with a loud bang and fell straight into the hidden underground space.
Cui Ming unexpectedly stumbled into the underground. His vision went from blurry to clear, and the next second, he caught sight of the figure standing quietly in the corner—an apostle named Lilith, a creature he had never seen before, yet which exuded an eerie aura.
The apostle Lilith was quietly sitting in the corner, surrounded by a faint light, enjoying the rare tranquility. But the sudden loud noise and the extremely eerie aura that rushed towards her made her stiffen and abruptly raise her head.
When she realized the intruder was Cui Ming
His entire body (in Apostle form) froze, his body trembled slightly uncontrollably, even the faint light around him flickered, his heart felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he almost stopped breathing—he was so frightened that he almost died of fright.
Holy crap! What is this thing?!
Lilith screamed inwardly, her eyes filled with terror. She instinctively shrank back, wishing she could disappear into the ground. In all her years, she had never seen such a bizarre being. Its aura was so complex that it sent chills down her spine; it was simply indescribable.
In Lilith's eyes, Cui Ming.
It is both light and darkness.
He was surrounded by a scorching, luminous light, a light that symbolized protection and rebirth. The light was gentle yet firm, as if it could dispel all the darkness in the world; it was the aura of hope. At the same time, he was also shrouded in a thick, impenetrable darkness. The darkness was cold and bloodthirsty, carrying endless sorrow and despair, as if it could devour everything.
It is both hope and despair.
Two completely different auras intertwined perfectly on him without any conflict. Instead, they exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, making Lilith's skin crawl and preventing her from even moving.
It's actually quite easy to explain.
After all, Cui Ming had reincarnated countless times in the EDF world, struggling and fighting time and time again, doing everything in his power to protect humanity, just to hold onto that faint glimmer of hope that belonged to mankind. He had seen the purest kindness of humanity and witnessed countless people sacrifice themselves to protect hope. That hope had long been engraved in his bones and integrated into his very being.
However, in return, Cui Ming also bore the burden of humanity's despair.
Countless failures, countless losses, countless times watching those around him fall one by one, watching humanity's hopes be shattered time and time again—that deep-seated despair did not break him, but it also clung to him tightly, becoming a shackle he could not escape.
Otherwise, how could Cui Ming have dreamt of the Eternal War while he was sleeping?
Those wars, those sacrifices, those desperate screams were never illusions; they were all things he had personally experienced in his reincarnations, playing out repeatedly in his dreams day after day, year after year, without ceasing.
Although for those star guides, Cui Ming's dream was a prison.
Actually, Cui Ming's dream was quite thrilling for the Star Guides as well. The Star Guides were completely bewildered when they were pulled into Cui Ming's dream. One second they were peacefully in their own territory, the next they were dragged into a war-torn battlefield, without even time to react, caught up in the eternal war. And what's even more absurd is that being killed in the dream meant real death.
There is no second chance, no room for redemption; death means complete annihilation.
For the Star Guides, it's like a horror movie. No, it's a hundred times more terrifying than a horror movie! Death in horror movies is fake, but the death in Cui Ming's dream is a real, agonizing death. Those Star Guides are probably already traumatized. They might even tremble with fear whenever they hear that Cui Ming wants to sleep.
Meanwhile, Cui Ming was still reeling from the shock of his unexpected intrusion. He stared at Lilith trembling in the corner, the fanaticism in his eyes fading slightly, replaced by a hint of confusion—what is this thing? How did it get here?
Actually, it's called a corner
It was more like a forgotten prison—in the dimly lit underground space, a mottled, rusty cross stood in the shadows. Lilith's wrists and ankles were nailed to the wooden cross with cold iron nails. Her robes were torn, and faint blood seeped from the wounds. The faint light that had surrounded her was now reduced to a weak point, making her appear even more wretched and helpless. Cui Ming had been too hasty earlier and had only caught a glimpse of her figure, failing to see her predicament clearly.
Lilith was nailed to the cross.
Cui Ming narrowed his eyes, paused, and glanced at the cross before landing on Lilith's pale, trembling face. The doubt in his eyes faded, leaving only a trace of impatience—he was looking for Aliponta and the Gilonites, and this nailed apostle had nothing to do with him.
Cui Ming looked at her afterward.
His tone was flat and emotionless, devoid of any murderous intent, curiosity, or even extraneous emotion, as if he were stating something trivial: "You are not my target."
These words were like a lifesaver, instantly striking Lilith's heart. Her body, which had been tense to the extreme, suddenly relaxed, her previously stagnant breathing finally became smooth, cold sweat slid down her cheeks, dripping onto the cold cross with a soft sound, and even the trembling in her body lessened a bit—Lilith breathed a sigh of relief, the kind of relief that comes from crawling back from the gates of hell, the joy of surviving a catastrophe, her heart was still pounding wildly, almost bursting out of her chest.
Cui Ming didn't look at her again, raised his hand to scratch his brow, and said in a tone that was a little impatient and a little dismissive, not wanting to cause trouble: "I've never been here, understand?"
He didn't want to delay his search for Aliponta because of an insignificant apostle, nor did he want to cause any extra trouble. As long as the apostle kept his mouth shut, he could pretend that he had never broken in.
Lilith nodded vigorously, her neck stiffening as she turned, her eyes full of obedience, without a trace of hesitation—even if she didn't understand, she had to pretend to! She was willing to do anything to get this evil spirit to leave quickly; she didn't want to be shrouded in this eerie and terrifying aura for even a second longer.
Cui Ming didn't even glance at her again, turned and left, his steps still hurried, the killing intent around him gathering again, his eyes only on the "old friend" he was looking for, as if the previous stop was just an insignificant interlude.
Watching Cui Ming's figure gradually disappear at the end of the underground passage, completely vanishing from sight, Lilith finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her tense body instantly slumped, her shoulders drooping slightly uncontrollably, her eyes reddening slightly, and she even choked up with a hint of lingering fear.
That's terrifying!
Lilith screamed inwardly, her robes soaked with cold sweat. The instant Cui Ming stood before her, she had even felt the breath of death—a despair and terror a hundred times more painful than being nailed to a cross. She was still reeling, her mind filled with the eerie aura of light and darkness emanating from Cui Ming, and the indifferent detachment in his eyes—what kind of monster was this guy? (End of Chapter)