Chapter 1152: 139. The Final Matter

“Cough cough... It hurts like hell. I’ve never suffered as much pain in my whole life as I have today.”

Muen, who had finally managed to keep his little life from Miss Dragon, once again crawled out of the pit with difficulty. He was still swaying unsteadily, even standing up was difficult.

Fortunately, Miss Dragon had probably held back a bit with her strength and had not crushed all his bones again the way she had before. Otherwise, right now, he could probably only lie flat on the ground.

But no matter how unbearable the pain of the flesh was, for Muen, in this moment, his heart finally relaxed.

He had walked once more along the edge of death.

Only this time, it was not because of an enemy, but because of his own stubbornness... and foolishness.

Muen once again remembered those words Teacher Mela had said before he left.

About the cruelty of the story that followed... and about being careful of Miss Dragon.

That fellow... had probably long since predicted that he would go against Miss Dragon, right?

But even though she had clearly guessed this result, her mouth was still so tight. Before leaving, she had said nothing at all, as if she were deliberately waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

Wicked female brat old loli...

Muen gnashed his teeth, secretly thinking that one day, he would absolutely make that bastard pay the price she deserved.

Just you wait, old coot. Sooner or later, I’ll make you drop more gold coins!

“But the problem of my little life is temporarily solved. The next trouble is...”

Muen raised his head and looked toward the vast sky.

Annabawei’s night had few stars, and therefore seemed especially empty.

And it was precisely this emptiness that once again added to Muen’s loneliness and melancholy.

“The Pioneers here can accept my guidance face-to-face, pray to me, and be polluted by me... but how am I supposed to transmit this method to the whole of Annabawei? I can’t possibly visit one village after another...”

Another problem.

A true Evil God’s Pollution was easy to spread, but his was not so easy. Just as Miss Dragon had said before, he still could not control the “medium” as he pleased. He could not be like a true Evil God, where a single glance, a single listen, or even the utterance of a true name would immediately cause Pollution to invade.

So... measure Annabawei with his feet?

He did not mind this bit of trouble, but Miss Dragon would definitely go berserk because she became impatient from waiting.

“I don’t want to finally have a little chance to survive, only to get killed because of this kind of stupid thing...”

Muen held his head and fell into deep thought.

He had to think of a perfect method.

Preferably, it would be something that did not require him to run everywhere, where he could be right here, yet still transmit his words to the whole of Annabawei.

And if possible, it would be best if that method could directly serve as some kind of medium.

In that case, not only words, but his Pollution could also directly...

“Medium?”

Muen suddenly murmured.

Speaking of which, he had indeed come into contact before with something similar to a medium, and that thing itself had the ability of “transmission.” If it were used to transmit Pollution...

“It can be done.”

The Goddess of Night beside the divine throne seemed to have long since thought of this point. The instant Muen’s gaze turned toward her, she took the initiative to speak:

“My night can indeed serve as a medium for transmitting Pollution, and it can also spread your Pollution across the whole of Annabawei.”

“Are you sure?”

“I have no need to deceive you.”

Although she was not a true god.

Still, in any case, she had protected this place as its “Goddess” for a full eight hundred years.

Her ability had long since fused with the whole of Annabawei. Just like those “disasters” that had once happened, her night could easily cover Annabawei.

“You’ll help me?”

Muen’s feelings were somewhat complicated.

Not long ago, they had still been enemies.

“Why not?”

No one knew which personality the Goddess of Night was at this moment, but that slightly pale smile was especially gentle:

“As long as I can save my children, I am willing to do anything.”

“But right now, you...”

Muen hesitated somewhat.

Speaking of which, after the Goddess of Night had been stabbed by Marcie with the sacred artifact, quite a bit of time could be considered to have passed. He was also uncertain whether the Goddess of Night could still hold on.

“Do not worry. I will not die for the time being.”

The Goddess of Night said, “Although I did indeed suffer very serious injuries, and they were already very serious even four hundred years ago, do not forget that I was also polluted. The Evil God power attached to the Pollution can let me cling to life for a while longer. That should be enough to help you pollute the whole of Annabawei.”

The Goddess of Night’s entire body was covered with porcelain-like cracks. In the depths of those cracks, terrifying Pollution silently squirmed.

Once, her night could also slightly suppress Pollution, so for a full four hundred years, she had not mutated into a shapeless monster.

Pollution had been tormenting her all along, starting from that point in time eight hundred years ago, bringing her unimaginable pain.

But at this moment, instead, she was somewhat grateful that she had been polluted.

Otherwise, she would have died long ago, and there would be no one left to protect her children.

“It is only that my power has been sealed by this sacred artifact. As long as it is pulled out, I will be able to continue using my power.”

The Goddess of Night stroked the “dead branch” before her chest. Toward this sacred artifact, she both loved and hated it.

What she loved was that, in the end, this was a means that could kill her and grant her release.

What she hated was that it killed too slowly, making her, within that long pain, muster the courage again and again to protect her children once more.

Like a curse she could never break free from.

“Your mental illness has become more serious.”

Muen looked at the Goddess of Night and said seriously.

“Has it?”

The Goddess of Night froze for a moment, then gave a complicated smile. “Perhaps it is because I cannot bear to part with them.”

A thousand words.

Ten thousand reasons.

At this final moment, no matter how clear-headed a person was, perhaps they would all become half-mad.

Not to mention, she had been mad to begin with.

Becoming a little madder was also normal.

“It is going to end,” the Goddess of Night sighed.

The night was deep.

The whole of Annabawei had once again returned to the appearance she was familiar with.

It was also the appearance she hated.

Her gaze swept across this valley that had once been used to seal herself, swept across the barren land in the distance, swept across one small village after another that stood firm and strong in the darkness.

But what her mind recalled was the beauty this place had once possessed.

She was Annabawei’s “Goddess” of the past, and in the end, she had to go see that beauty that belonged to the past once more.

The future no longer belonged to her.

Her children no longer needed her protection. They should always have to face the road of the future by themselves.

Fortunately, they were very strong.

“Yes, it is going to end. You...”

“Call me Andri. From beginning to end, I was never any Goddess.”

“...All right, Lady Andri.”

“Then let us act next, Mr. Muen.”

The Goddess of Night... or rather, the old woman named Andri, had a tone at this moment that was gentler than ever before:

“I am already tired. Do you hear it? Those children from the past, they are calling me.”

“...”

Muen fell silent for a brief moment. Subconsciously, he turned his head and looked toward Hamreign on the other side.

She was still sitting upon the false divine throne, eyes closed, like she was sleeping deeply, looking as if she had not the slightest interest in this place.

Only her eyelashes moved faintly...

A grand calamity, the Dragon of Death and Doom... could she also dream?

Speaking of which, she knew the Goddess of Night, or rather, knew the Andri of the past. Then when she had acted back then, what kind of thoughts had she carried?

“I understand.”

Muen no longer thought so much. After only nodding slightly, he reached out and gripped the “dead branch” before Andri’s chest.

The “dead branch” was a sacred artifact, or more accurately speaking, an ancient relic.

It was not as miraculous as it was spread to be in Annabawei. Its only characteristic was sealing.

A powerful sealing force was attached to the dead branch, constantly suppressing the power that belonged to Andri herself.

And so, the instant the dead branch was forcibly pulled out... a powerful aura rushed toward his face. Muen finally understood why Andri before him was merely a living being, yet had been called Goddess for an extremely long period of time.

She was strong.

Strong to an inconceivable degree.

Eight hundred years of time, plus a special ability that could even temporarily suppress Pollution. If not for being trapped here, perhaps even Hamreign would not have caught her so easily.

Let alone being forced into such a sorry state by a group of ordinary people living in a barren and declining land, even fighting with farming tools.

But this was the road she herself had chosen.

What trapped her was not the Fog Wall here, but her children, her love and her maternity.

If her children wanted to hurt her, how could she possibly fight back?

“This is the last thing I can do for them.”

Thinking of these things, Andri softly murmured, “I hope they... will no longer hate me...”

...

...

A thick layer of night, invisibly, once again enveloped Annabawei.

However, not many people noticed it. After all, right now, it was already night to begin with.

“Marcie, tell me, where should I bury Lord Theresa?”

Landa walked to Marcie’s side and asked.

“You still haven’t found a place?”

“No. I feel none of this place is suitable. I want to find Lord Theresa somewhere a little quieter.”

“You’re not taking him back to Rabuya?”

“No. Lord Theresa said that after he died, he should be buried in the inland wilderness... He didn’t want to still face those damned mists after he died.”

“...”

Marcie raised her head and looked at the half of a man being held tightly in Landa’s arms.

She thought that, actually, choosing a burial place was not a very difficult matter. Annabawei lacked everything... except desolate land.

The reason Landa still had not chosen even now was probably only because she was unwilling to let go of her hands.

“Then go somewhere a bit farther away. If you walk west from here for a distance, the terrain there seems fairly good, and it will not be easily disturbed by people either,” Marcie suggested.

“Thank you.”

Landa nodded somewhat stiffly, then step by step, with difficulty, moved her own feet.

The wind blew past. Beneath the broad sackcloth, her delicate body was shockingly thin, as if she might be blown over at any moment.

“I hope Miss Landa can quickly walk out of her grief. This kind of scene is not something Lord Bear King would want to see.”

Watching Landa’s gradually disappearing back, Marcie murmured somewhat worriedly.

Fortunately, in the current Annabawei, even the black night no longer held any danger.

“But... why do I always feel as if things still haven’t completely ended?”

It was like a story.

The curtain call and bow had already begun.

Yet there was still an important character who had not appeared.

Which one was it?

Marcie scratched her head and, for a time, could not figure it out. She could only quickly flip through her record book...