bookrebus Chapter 506 You Will Stop Me
Chapter 506 You Will Stop Me
The water suddenly boiled, and the reflection turned into a bloody execution ground. Lucien saw his younger self holding a branding iron, and Aaron was chained to the execution rack, his left eye blinded.
"You..." Lucien's voice was hoarse, "did you accept the branding voluntarily?"
Aaron put the mask back on, the chains rattling. "Someone has to act as the brake valve." He suddenly coughed, and black blood dripped down the edge of the mask. "Now... it's the kid's turn."
The vibration of the chain suddenly intensified, and the black blood that Aaron coughed up bloomed into dazzling flowers on the ice. Lucien's sword "Frost Song" made a humming sound, and he saw that the old wound on the opponent's collarbone was bleeding.
“You’re always like this…” Lucien’s sword suddenly turned, slashing at the black iron chain with a cold light, “You’ve taken the initiative to remove everyone from your defense line.”
The crisp sound of breaking metal echoed repeatedly in the water dungeon. When he caught Aaron who was falling forward, he found that this body was colder than the shackles on the rack.
The moment Aaron's mask slipped off, Lucien's fingertips touched the burn on his right cheek. It was a crystal scar caused by the pollution of holy light, and it was now glowing an ominous blue.
“There should also be spare parts for the brake valve.”
He tore open the judge's silver-embroidered front and pressed Aaron's festering heart against the brand on his own body - the mark suddenly resonated and glowed.
He had been looking for a way to transform himself into an experimental subject during this period, and he succeeded.
"Lucy... huh?"
"Shut up." The presiding judge pressed the man who was coughing up blood onto his shoulder, and the stigmata began to transfer along the skin that was touching each other.
The reflection of the torture chamber emerged from under the ice: Lucien, 18, was shaking as he held the branding iron, while Aaron on the rack mouthed “do it” to him.
The fragments of chain ding-donged into the water, and Lucien suddenly remembered the day when Aaron lost the sight in his left eye.
Everyone was celebrating that the pollution source had been controlled, but he was the only one who saw a figure huddled in the corner - Aaron, who had just endured the backlash of the holy light, was swallowing the blond hair that had been grabbed and mixed with blood.
"You..." Lucien's voice was low and hoarse, and his fingertips unconsciously rubbed the blood marks on Aaron's wrists caused by the shackles, "Does it hurt?"
Aaron chuckled, his voice hoarse beneath the mask: "Are you asking now?"
Lucien's fingertips paused, then suddenly tightened, pulling him into his arms. Aaron's breathing stagnated, his forehead resting on his shoulder, his hot breath penetrated the judge's heavy uniform and branded his skin.
“Lucien…” He called him in a low voice, like a sigh, or like some long-suppressed obsession.
Lucien raised his hand, ran his fingertips through Aaron's messy hair, and slowly took off his mask. The once handsome face was now covered with holy scars, and his right eye was completely covered with crystallized scars, but his left eye - the one that could still see - reflected Lucien's shadow at this moment, so clear that it was almost burning.
“You could have told me.” Lucien stroked the corner of his eye with his thumb, his voice so low it almost trembled, “Whether it was three years ago or now…why do you have the right to take it all on yourself?”
Aaron's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he suddenly raised his hand to grab Lucien's collar and pulled him close. Their breathing intertwined, so close that they could hear each other's uncontrolled heartbeats.
"Because..." Aaron's voice was low and hoarse, with a kind of tenderness that was almost desperate, "You will definitely stop me."