Chapter 785: So, That's Why I Won't Die

Crimson blood splashed out behind him like blooming flowers.

The blood scattered among the fluttering plumes.

Like shattered blossoms falling one after another.

Zuo Zuo stared blankly at the scene, watching the dazzling silver light that had shimmered over his body fade away, and in that moment, she finally realized that Brain... he had never activated his Curse Purge ability at all.

That's right.

Because judging by the time and number of uses, his ability was still on cooldown. Right now, he simply didn't have the power to suppress the cursed personality within the Matriarch's body.

But even knowing this...

He still deceived everyone, still charged forward without any fear of death...

He was...

Risking his own life on a gamble!

"Brain!!!"

In that moment.

Zuo Zuo let out a piercing scream, desperately trying to mobilize her strength to pull him away, because she knew very well that with Brain having lost the ability to release his curse power, with him no longer able to perform Curse Purge, he had almost no means left to protect himself.

She knew he still had one final Substitute Death Doll, but that doll couldn't be used lightly, otherwise he would suffer the most terrifying curse!

He was staking his own life to win a result!

She struggled with all her might, but the Left Hand was firmly controlled by him, clamped down like a steel vise, leaving her no way to seize control.

He was utterly determined.

Beneath the vast shroud of darkness, his hands gripped tightly onto the Fallen Angel's back. No one could make out his expression, only the desperate embrace, and the drops of crimson blood trickling one after another from the corners of his mouth.

It was as if time itself had fallen silent.

The angel stood there hollow and dazed, her six pairs of massive wings behind her as sharp as black blades.

And he finally understood the purpose of his coming here.

He wanted to rely solely on his own strength to awaken the other personality within her body.

What a pointless trick...

Really...

"Don't be naive!!"

In that instant, she suddenly reached out and seized Lynn's throat with one hand, her face gradually twisting into a ferocious sneer, golden and black currents crackling all over her body.

She pulled his body out from her arms bit by bit, panting, her eyes burning with inexplicable fury, gripping his throat and lifting him off the ground inch by inch.

"Do you really think—that she has the ability—to hear your voice? You madman!"

She gritted her teeth in suppressed rage, the immense fury threatening to ignite her entire being.

Because she was her dark side.

She couldn't stand the existence of any goodness in this world, and she couldn't stand the thought that someone would care so deeply about that personality of hers, even to the point of throwing away their own life.

It drove her insane, filled her with uncontrollable anger and jealousy.

Lynn raised his chin, forcing a difficult smile onto his lips, swallowing a mouthful of blood with effort, and amid the overwhelming discomfort and suffocation, he looked down at her with pity and said:

"Then you're... underestimating people a bit too much..."

His blood-soaked hand grabbed hold of her wrist.

"You don't understand my Her Majesty the Mother Goddess at all... She would never watch others get hurt... (especially me)... And the fact that she can continue to uphold this path of Redemption here in hell..."

"That is something... you evil ghosts can never hope to achieve..."

He let out a sharp, silent laugh, and even amidst the gushing blood, it was filled with immense contempt and mockery toward her.

"So... that's why I won't die."

In an instant.

The Fallen Angel's face twisted with extreme fury, the colossal rage ignited almost instantly by Lynn's words.

She couldn't stand that kind of mockery.

She couldn't stand this so-called trust either, just like those useless faiths, which in her eyes were nothing more than lies used to bewitch others!

Fine!

"In that case! Let me see whether you can walk away unscathed from my grasp this time!!"

A hysterical, hatred-fueled shriek.

Sharp, pitch-black nails shot out from her fingertips in an instant, carrying the dark death energy, and without a moment's hesitation, they stabbed toward Lynn's head.

The sharp nails tore through the air.

Dragging out a piercing sound that seemed to make the entire space screech.

Zuo Zuo screamed frantically, constantly trying to seize control of his body, wanting to pull him away, but Lynn maintained that wild expression, staring unflinchingly at the Fallen Angel, watching the razor-sharp claws growing closer and closer.

Because sometimes.

When you truly decide to trust someone, you'd better give her your absolute trust without reservation.

Because that is the cure for all chaos.

So.

He dared to gamble!

"Brain!!"

That hysterical scream echoed through the entire dark passageway.

Even the Plaza outside clearly heard that heart-wrenching cry, and all the Night Doctors turned tremblingly, their faces turning deathly pale.

Time seemed to stand still.

And in that silent darkness.

Shhk————

The sharp sound of flesh and blood tearing.

Drops of crimson blood streaked across the fluttering golden plumes.

Zuo Zuo was dazed, her very soul seeming no longer her own in that moment, her consciousness blank as if wandering through a vast desert.

The hand that had been stabbing toward his head swept past the side of his face instead, leaving a thin wound on his cheek, yet still avoiding his forehead, as if in that one-thousandth of a second, something in those eyes had disrupted the trajectory of everything.

And Lynn still stared fixedly at her face.

Watching those eyes gradually surging with threads of golden light, gazing into the deepest part of those pupils as a familiar steadiness slowly surfaced.

"Matriarch."

Lynn finally grinned, like a little kid, and with great effort raised a thumb at her.

"Welcome back."

Hmm————

In that instant, golden blinding currents flickered all over her body.

Her head jerked upward, her face contorted with intense pain, the radiance in her pupils churning violently, causing her to throw her head back and let out a piercing shriek. Her six pairs of pitch-black wings frantically shifted between black and gold.

"You... you madman... don't you dare try to suppress me!! This body has always belonged to me... don't you dare send me back again!"

She clutched her head in madness, screaming in agony.

The sacred currents surging from her body grew ever more chaotic, countless golden feathers scattering everywhere, the entire passageway swallowed by that hysterical wailing.

Clatter-clatter-clatter—

The sharp chains she had been controlling suddenly constricted around her body uncontrollably, and from the surrounding darkness, more chains began to emerge, coiling like serpents, wrapping around her pale skin bit by bit.

"No!"

"No!!"

She struggled madly, shrieking as she extended her sharp nails, her entire being on the verge of hysteria.

"You suppressed me for countless years in the Upper World... and now that I've descended to hell, why should I still be suppressed by you!! You sanctimonious goddess... you never dare to face your own heart... I am the one..."

"I am the real you!"