Herrscher of Reason's Arknights

The white light allowed people to see the reflection behind them clearly.

Death has arrived.

The thing stood not far from the entrance of the cemetery. The white light of the lightning illuminated its figure for a moment, and then darkness returned.

Death has arrived.

Lightning bolts, writhing like pythons, exploded in the clouds. Torrential downpours and billowing white mist made the fog even thicker, while rain pounded the ground like a death knell.

However, none of this was as terrifying as the footsteps the girl heard.

Perhaps she has already shaken off the killer, perhaps the police on the street scared him away, perhaps someone will come to her rescue at this moment, perhaps...

Countless possibilities were shattered by cruel reality when the lightning illuminated the figure of "that thing" on the street.

Wenlan felt as if she had fallen into an ice cellar; to her, the sound of that thing's footsteps was like death beckoning to her!

She wanted to run, but this was the path forward.

There was a high wall all around, and with each step the thing took, Wenlan instinctively backed away.

Until it hit the hard brick wall.

There was no way to escape, truly no way to escape.

The only path to survival was blocked by something like the Grim Reaper.

The surrounding darkness seemed to lurk some enormous monster; fear, panic, dread, and...

A cold and dark emotion.

Suddenly, another bolt of lightning appeared.

Finally, Wenlan could see what the thing looked like.

Dirty clothes were wrapped around his body, and his limbs were bound with blood-stained bandages.

But what's most terrifying is the thing's face and its hands.

His entire face was wrapped in bandages, and large patches of bloodstains, soaked by the rain, were now dark red.

Only one eye is exposed to the air, but it has no eyelid.

And...teeth exposed to the air.

It looked like some bizarre creation pieced together from the limbs of several people, and the whole thing was filled with a sense of incongruity.

Moreover, the original positions of the hands were empty, with only metal artifacts resembling long knives attached to where the wrists should have been.

what is this? ! !

Wenlan was completely terrified; the moment she saw that thing, goosebumps rose all over her body. It was as if it had stepped out of a nightmare!

The moment Wenlan saw that thing, she even felt a wave of dizziness.

An inexplicable dizziness and an eerie feeling made her unable to look the other person in the eye.

The threat of death was like the gaping maw of an abyss, threatening to swallow the girl whole.

Escape, must escape!

But where to escape to?!

With a wall behind her, she had nowhere to escape.

Of course, there is still some room for maneuver.

The structure of the cemetery indicates that there are many obstacles here.

If... I mean if, use these obstacles to buy time.

Perhaps, perhaps the patrol officers will discover that something is amiss here.

Perhaps this thing cannot be exposed to sunlight, otherwise why would it only appear at midnight?

If the struggle continues...

If the struggle continues...

I want to survive...

However, in the next moment, everything came to an end and returned to peace.

Because of one action by the monster, Wenlan's worldview was completely shattered.

Maybe I'm crazy, or maybe the world is crazy.

Blue electric arcs —

The monster suddenly swung its hands through the air.

It seems like they're trying to shake something off, or something similar to the "blood shock" technique in Eastern swordsmanship.

However, what happened next was far too surreal.

It was as if physics were being rubbed into the ground; the mere friction with the air made Wenlan smell a burning sensation.

Then, blue arcs of electricity suddenly erupted from the monster's twin blades!

This world may contain all sorts of demons and monsters.

Of course, it's just a possibility; when the demon appeared before Wenlan, she thought so too.

So-called supernatural powers are mostly rumors without any real evidence. At most, they are curses and strange tales, rather than any real person who can conjure a fireball to show everyone.

The rumors circulating in the marketplace overshadow the realities of life, making it difficult to easily believe such things.

But now, although there was no fireball made by hand, the miracle of lightning being made by hand was indeed displayed before Wenlan.

The sound of electric arcs scorching the air was so piercing, the thunder in the sky almost shattered eardrums, and the sounds of wind, rain, and trees swaying in the wind drowned out the sounds of battle.

Without giving its prey any chance to stall or buy time, the monster slammed two long swords protruding from its wrists into the ground.

At first, Wenlan couldn't understand what was happening before her eyes.

A home invasion killer, a monster chasing itself, a black rainy night, and this supernatural lightning!

But the next moment, she suddenly understood the meaning of that electric arc.

However, this is the result of constantly rubbing her common sense and worldview into the ground.

Because of the instant the sword tip touches the stone pavement.

The blue arc of electricity, like a sea serpent entering the water, meandered and twisted, yet it rushed towards Wenlan along the path paved with accumulated water and rainwater!

What kind of joke is this?!

The electric arc even infected the raindrops that were still in mid-air and had not yet hit the ground.

The rain has become a natural attack medium for the opponent!

Although the mind was able to process what was happening, the body simply couldn't.

By the time they realized what the opponent's attack method was, the blue arc of electricity had already slammed into Wenlan's body.

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The sudden, intense electric shock seemed to open a pathway in her mind, reminding Wenlan of many things.

For example, the Whitechapel murders were very strange. Among all the victims' cases, there was one method that was deliberately sensationalized by the newspapers.

That is, the victims were all alive when their chests were slashed open by a sharp blade, and the cruel and brutal act caused them unimaginable pain and torment before they died.

But there is a question: why did the deceased not put up any effective resistance during such a painful and lengthy process?

It's important to understand that even if you were to kill a pig alive, it would take several burly men and certain tools to survive. The animal's struggle would be extremely fierce, and there have been many cases where animals with their bellies ripped open would run hundreds of meters before collapsing.

The will to survive can unleash a person's most terrifying potential.

But now Wenlan seems to have figured it out.

If Wenlan could observe herself from a third-person perspective, she would find that her body was currently crackling with electricity, and a slightly burnt smell lingered in the air, mixed with the scent of earth and rain.

The girl lay there in a sorry state, unable to move.

Before he could even let out a wail, he was thrown away by the impact, crashing against the wall like a rag doll before falling to the ground.

Despite being subjected to an intense electric shock, the person was only unable to move, without the instinct to shut down their limbs.

A metallic taste rose in my throat.

And the tearing pain.

Heavy footsteps echoed in the girl's ears.

Thunder rumbled again in the sky.

A white flash of light enveloped my head, and rain poured down from the sky, stinging my face like knives.

The rain blurred the view as the monster cast its shadow, all features washed away, leaving only the terrifying shadow.

At this moment, the monster seemed to be the nightmare itself, the embodiment of the nightmare.

Rather than something that actually exists in reality.

But in the next instant, it was as if fate wanted to toll the death knell of reality, forcing the girl to fully recognize her true identity.

The straight, sharp blade pierced directly through the girl's body.

The intense pain shattered that last illusion.

"Aaaaaaah!!"

The heart-wrenching screams stimulated the bloodthirsty monster; the prey's dying struggles and painful convulsions were simply the most wonderful gift.

The cold, blood-stained metal blade slowly pierced Wenlan's chest, tearing apart her internal organs bit by bit, ripping away the last vestiges of reason from her mind...

The girl could only feel pain.

The monster's face seemed to be smiling, even though it didn't have lips.

Mocking at the pitiful prey in its hand.

A heart-wrenching scream of agony echoed through the cold, dark alleyway; unbearable pain had permeated every sensory part of the brain. Every cell seemed to be sending out warning signals.

It hurts so much!

The pain was so intense that I almost forgot how to breathe.

The thick, scarlet stain spread across the clothes, leaving large patches of pale red on the rain-soaked garments, along with the damp, pungent smell of blood.

It's like the scent that only comes from the edge of a metal blade, permeating all five senses.

However, no matter how much she struggled, her consciousness gradually began to fade...

Why me...?

why always me?!

Why me of all people?!

Why me?!

Based on...

The girl's golden pupils suddenly shrank, and her heart skipped a beat.

Because when she opened her eyes again, the murderous monster had disappeared, the cemetery had disappeared, and even the rain had disappeared.

What appeared before her was simply another version of herself that looked incredibly elegant and charming...

The demon known as Ghost Shark finally revealed a cryptic smile—

Please accept me...

—If you want to live…

A greeting from the deep sea [12]

The demon known as Ghost Shark has finally revealed a cryptic smile. Accept me...

—If you want to live…

Accept...you?

"Yes, I have said that people have their limits after all, and there are things that cannot be done that are absolutely impossible."

The young girl walked gracefully towards them, surrounded by blooming red flowers.