Welcome to Rewind World Game-Chapter 1595 - 54: Who Killed the Robin? (8)
The red-haired girl raised her head and sang.
Her throat emitted a voice unlike any human, intoxicating and enchanting.
A chill crept in with an indescribable tingle, the magic sound instantly seized the audience’s hearts, as if their souls were being toyed with by an invisible hand.
Su Ming’an never considered the Luowasha race to be particularly powerful. Even the Dragon Clan was something that could be cut down, but at this moment, he perceived the extraordinary nature of the Nightingale Clan.
This kind of singing... it attacked both the body and the soul simultaneously.
"Puh!" Ming suddenly coughed up blood, with his eye sockets, nasal cavity, and ear edges all stained with blood. He looked shocked at the red-haired girl: "Is this a mentality attack?"
Su Ming’an suddenly realized why Ming bled from all seven orifices last time. It wasn’t caused by the explosion of the white stone, but because the mentality attack struck Ming where it hurt.
So, last time, Shi Ying had also betrayed the alliance with Tian Yu, swallowing the white stone while singing, causing Ming to bleed from all seven orifices. Then, there must be a hidden figure capable of killing Shi Ying and taking away the white stone.
"[Under the moonlight, the Nightingale softly speaks, young man, don’t let the true heart slip away...♪]"
Shi Ying sang high, and Phoenix attempted to interrupt her, but after approaching a few steps, clutched his ears, spat out blood, and was forced to terminate his True Martial Soul.
"As a Phoenix... I’m actually being suppressed?" Phoenix suddenly remembered that he had received ancestral memories during his infancy as an egg. In ancient times, the Nightingale Clan was the leader of the Winged Race... hence, even the Empress feared the Nightingales back then.
Clearly just an ordinary Nightingale, previously full of sycophantic smiles, now suppressed him!?
"[The reddest rose you want, hard to find in winter, unless exchanged with the warmest song to change its color♪]" Shi Ying’s singing was melodious, yet each word was like a knife.
Phoenix coughed up blood and fell to his knees, and Ming bled from all seven orifices.
Su Ming’an clutched his ears, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his mind was clouded.
Shi Ying’s song did not differentiate between friend and foe, let alone that she had already betrayed, and this body of Tian Yu’s couldn’t bear it.
... Last time, it was her gentle singing that comforted him, allowing him a peaceful sleep amidst the ruins. This time, it was her coldness that made him feel the world spinning.
She tilted her head back, the lines of her neck taut like a bowstring about to snap. The white stone brought supernal strength, roaring, surging, tearing!
It was the scream of the soul, the lava spewing from the abyss, the most sorrowful yet most dazzling curse!
Apart from those uninvolved pink-haired people, everyone was "faithful" listeners, bodies drenched in blood, unable to leave, as if being executed.
At this moment, Phoenix suddenly thought of a way to save himself, and several cameras behind him floated high.
"Shi Ying!" Phoenix shouted as he spat blood: "There are countless people watching you now!"
His cameras could connect to millions of people under the rule of the Phoenix race.
Shi Ying turned her head, watching him while still singing.
"I am the Phoenix, ruler of the winged race." Phoenix shouted while gasping for breath:
"I have the right to reclaim this white stone, it belongs to the Radiant Mother God, having been hers since last century! If you insist on stealing the white stone, the Nightingale Clan will be sin upon sin!"
"Now, millions of people are watching you! I order you to stop!"
"[Paint that blush with blood, so my crimson blooms like a burning flame...♪]" She continued singing, unable to defend the Nightingale Clan.
That was clearly the Holy Object of the Nightingale Clan. Since when did it belong to the Radiant Mother God? Why call it theft?
Outside the lens, people saw the scene and started to discuss:
"Nightingale Clan? I’ve heard of them, a useless race, ancestors executed for blasphemy."
"That’s why they’ve never made it to the spotlight..."
"I’ve seen this red-haired girl before, the heroine of the most useless ’golden finger.’ She climbed up by playing with people’s feelings, betraying again this time?"
"Mother God still knows how to judge people..."
...
Ancient vines hung down.
"—I invite the Nightingale Clan to sing ’Enlightenment’ for the Holy Object." The Empress, believing in Fengchang’s words, waved her long sleeves, awaiting the Nightingale Clan’s performance.
"I’ve heard Nightingale songs were heavenly, but this is the first time hearing them on a battlefield and now on the altar!" The ministers whispered:
"It should have been done long ago, have them sing for Her Majesty sooner!"
"Just over three hundred people, what pride do the Nightingales have? Just a bunch of songsters..."
Hearing such insults, the clansmen remained silent.
Faces of twisted nobility, with false smiles, looking at them, expecting a performance to please.
On the high platform, the Empress in splendid attire, with a hint of anticipation in her eyes.
[Dear ones, they are eager to take the stage, why not pull the curtains grandly...]
Fengchang raised his hand, like a conductor.
As he raised his hand, the clansmen inhaled, preparing to sing.
The Empress and ministers, the ambushed executioners, maids and guards on standby, the people outside the walls... countless expectant eyes turned this way.
[Lend you a love so profound, hold up a solemn voice.]
"Prepare—start!" Fengchang closed his eyes, speaking solemnly.
"Fengchang, you bastard——!!!" From high above, an unknown voice shouted.
"Ah, the blade glistens, we walk to it like returning home! We embrace it like returning to the nest! Hear the false laughter and applause like tides...♪" The Nightingales’ singing arose.
At first, people wore fake smiles, but soon, they realized something was wrong, and their faces changed drastically.
"Bold! This song, this song...!" The Empress clutched her forehead, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
This wasn’t a hymn for the blessing of the Holy Object; it was the Nightingale Clan’s murderous war song on the blood and fire battlefield, tearing enemy lines apart, perishing together!
For the sake of a mere stone, they dared to gamble the lives of their entire clan, igniting the rebellious fire that burns the sky!
[Lend him a courage so heavy, carry the coffin afar.]
The fake stone rolled onto the filthy carpet, neglected by all. At this moment, the true Holy Object of the Nightingale Clan was the life-sacrificing, heaven and earth-changing final song.
Three hundred and sixty-six throats singing together!
The singing transformed into a destructive storm, erupting from their ripped vocal cords, becoming the final spear piercing towards the nobility!
"Tonight, let the voice be the spear, crushing those high fences, even if thorns entwine the heart...♪"
Fruit plates overturned, delicacies rolled away, mingling with filthy blood. Guards wielding halberds knelt on the ground. The faces of hypocritical ministers, accustomed to sycophancy, froze in terror, vomiting shattered organs, their luxurious morning robes soaked in filth. Even the executioners couldn’t hold their axe handles, letting them clang to the ground.
"Even if royal power is an abyss, divine prophecy a beacon, how could sanctity become a sycophant’s vulgar tune...♪"
Fengchang stood firm before his clan, like the sole still stone in the eye of the storm. His blood-stained hands were not tools for flattering performers, but the dauntless flag of martyrs, raised high, pointing towards the decaying dome!
Behind him, three hundred Nightingale clan members, suddenly stretched their arms to the sides!
"Whoosh——!"
In an instant, more than three hundred pairs of massive wings burst open!
This was the collective burning of three hundred souls!
[Lend me a delicate needle and thread, weaving a long shroud.]
"By the command of the Mother Goddess, execute them for me...execute them!" The Empress, her face covered in blood, looked terrifyingly fierce. She pointed angrily at the still-singing Nightingales, "And, chase after them! Chase to the edge of the Black Wall, find out who took the Holy Object!"
The executioners, blessed by the Mother Goddess, managed to stand up from the song, gritting their teeth, raising their axes high, and swung towards a Nightingale clan member!
"Whoosh!"
The singing Nightingale could not avoid it, their blood and flesh scattered, yet drenched in blood, the clan members continued to sing.
Every second they sing longer, the pursuers slow down for another second, allowing the ten clan members carrying the white stone to successfully escape.
They could no longer leave, but they sang till the last second.
—All those who once defiled true hearts with falsehoods, oppressed pure souls with power, were exposed in the presence of this purifying celestial music!
"Then, let the final clear sound tear apart the false grandeur...♪"
"Why bear the stain? The thorn crown is enough, under the applause of false faces, the glass heart shines transparently...♪"
The palace’s glass windows were the first to bear the intolerable force, shattering with a "crash!" The beams groaned under the strain, dust falling in streams.
Fengchang’s bloodied face, amidst the fluttering feathers and broken light, displayed a nearly divine solemnity. He waved his hands, guiding these three hundred burning souls, pushing the singing towards the firmament long shrouded by lies—
"Bastard——!" On the hot air balloon, Xiber slammed her fist on the wooden pole. In her arms, the white stone seemed to awaken, showing a simple emoticon "(⊙⊙)".
Qianqin looked at the rising hot air balloon, already nearing the Black Wall.
"Sister Cici, I’m scared..." Tiantian clutched Xiber’s hand tightly, tears flowing incessantly, "My dad, my mom, they’re among those people, I’m scared..."
"Stop crying, be strong! No one will indulge you!" Xiber covered her mouth.
Suddenly, a golden light streaked across the sky—a gigantic dragon appeared.
The golden dragon lowered its head, looking at the chaotic altar with a smile, "Hahaha...it’s so lively here, I’ve passed by, so I thought I’d join the fun too!"
Fengchang looked up at Ian.
"I’ve always been interested in the Nightingale Clan, your feathers are beautiful. How about this, if you sing for me in the future, I’ll save you this time, what do you say?" Ian flapped his dragon wings, asking.
[Lend me another ghostly firework, lighting up the night fully.]
The Empress was shocked, fearing the Nightingale Clan would accept Ian’s proposal.
The clan members slowly but resolutely shook their heads.
This was the Sound of Determination, burning life to play the final killing note, irreversible, and unretraceable. Besides, the Mother Goddess no longer tolerated them, and even the Dragon Emperor couldn’t protect them.
"Alright, alright, I didn’t really want to go against the Mother Goddess either..." Ian flapped his wings again, flying across the sky, "But at least I’ll remember your story."
Under the grandly tranquil night, the executioners struck again and again, blood and flesh flying.
Xiber almost wanted to turn back, but her rationality firmly held her back, telling her not to return.
Until Fengchang met her gaze once more, until those blue eyes seemed to voice a sound.
—Animals rolling in the mud must cover themselves in black filth to survive.
From now on, the ten clansmen who escaped can no longer call themselves Nightingales, no longer uphold the pride of the Nightingale. They must roll in the mud, not doing anything to alert the Mother Goddess, not singing even a single song of war.
Even if it’s a decadent sound or a sycophantic sound, clinging to life without shame, grinning and bearing it, rolling into the poor, bowing to sell laughter, covered in mud... they must survive.
Only by preserving the Nightingale bloodline can the Holy Object continue to be protected. Even if one day, the white stone is lost in the wild, it will be the Nightingale Clan that senses it, and not any other race that can easily crack its defense...
For this world.
Dying proud is a great justice, enduring humiliation with burdens is greater justice.
"What I entrust to you is a heavier, baser, yet nobler responsibility." Fengchang looked at Xiber, those blue eyes seemed to cut across time, and said this.
"Swish!"
The blade fell, a female clansman spewed blood and fell, her throat seemed to still tremble.
["Who killed the robin?"]
"Protect the stone until the distant future..."
"Swish!"
The sword thrusts through, Kael Nashe fell injured, vocal cords seemingly still singing.
["All living beings are trapped in sorrow."]
"No matter what, protect the Nightingale bloodline, even if it becomes so thin it’s imperceptible, even if the descendants completely lose the pride and dignity of the Nightingale, transforming into selfish and greedy people..."
"Swish!"
A long spear pierced straight, the fourth elder fell, eyes still proud.
["Who killed the robin?"]
"No matter what, even if fallen into the mud, even if the past glory is lost, even if denounced as the sinners of history..."
"Swish!"
The spear stabbed through, the second elder fell, hand still swaying with the melody before death.
["So what?"]
Outside the black wall, clueless people believed it was the suppression of evil-doers, applauding one after another.
"Good! Kill them well!"
"The Nightingale Clan not offering the Holy Object means rebellion! They deserve to die!"
"I always thought the Nightingale Clan was too sinister, kill them well! Praise the Mother Goddess! Praise the Empress!"
"Your Majesty the Empress, kill them!"
"Swish!"
The blade fell again and again, rivers of blood flowed.
The clansmen "silently" sang, no one could hear their defense, outside the black wall, the audience applauded enthusiastically.
["This grand funeral deserves its reward."]
Xiber unknowingly, her eyes felt warm.
She had thought that after becoming a god, she lost her past emotions, but some things just became a heart demon, eternally unforgettable in her heart.
—Can you now understand my feelings back then? Being targeted by the entire world, that feeling? Damn brother.
—Are you feeling the same pain I felt back then?
But she saw his smile, seemingly comforting her.
He died for the ideals in his heart, died for protecting the glory of the clan, how could that be called sorrowful?
"As long as the Nightingale bloodline remains, the seal of the Holy Object white stone bears only the Nightingale’s mark, others cannot touch it without exhausting everything." Those blue eyes seemed to still be speaking: "Only the Nightingale... can unimpededly touch the Holy Object..."
...
["White stone, why are you so good only to me?" Shi Ying squatted down, pointing at the white stone: "I let Granny Martha hold you, and soon you wouldn’t have it."]
["Hmph... I think your aura is good! That’s why I followed you!" The white stone huffed.]
["Hehe, but I’m not a great person, I’m just a useless Nightingale." Shi Ying scratched her head.]
...
"Swish!"
The blade fell, the Great Elder’s neck was severed, and his throat made a hissing sound.
"Go, Nightingale."
["Who killed the robin?"]
"Go, leap over the black wall, go to the future."
[The climax of the composition begins.]
"Go to the future, head back."
["Who killed the robin?"]
"I believe you... you all, will certainly reach a future where you can sing freely."
[The audience can’t help but feel sorrow.]
"Puff!"
The executioner’s blade finally struck the person beside Fengchang.
He looked back, the old acquaintance was gone forever.
Blood blinding, bodies collapsing, without noticing, over three hundred clansmen had fallen.
Yet the hot air balloon Xiber was in still fell just short of the top of the black wall.
Falling short... by just a small margin.
Suddenly, Xiber felt the white stone tightly wrapped up and stuffed into her arms.
Tiantian, who had always been timid, fearful, and cried the whole way, tightly pressed her lips together, gazing at her.
"If the clan leader dies, we’ll surely be stopped... Without the song holding them back, the light on those executioners’ weapons will only need a moment to knock down our hot air balloon." Tiantian was smiling, but tears kept falling nonstop.
This extremely timid girl, who cried all the way, was still crying, constantly wiping her tears with her hand:
"I too will sing... Cici, that’s the Sound of Determination, singing it will lead to death, I must catch the clan leader’s song, I can’t let you sing... You’re much stronger than me, you must be able to survive, and I, I’ve always been a coward all my life, always picking the bad lot in duty rosters, and I’m always the one the teacher calls on, I’m the most timid in the clan, but this time, this time..."
She raised her hand high, took a deep breath, and smoothed her red hair:
"This time... Sister Cici, I have to be a hero for once..."
She wasn’t unafraid, just understood that it takes more courage to live on.
If she let herself live on with the white stone, going into the outside world, maybe this duty that requires courage... should be given to the brave Sister Cici.
Xiber didn’t have time to stop her, then heard the proud and resonant voice of the "coward."
"Plop."
Wings spread, ear feathers fluttering.
It was as if a sound that ignited a fireseed.
No matter how humble or timid a Nightingale, upon singing the "Sound of Determination," all burn like a blazing fire. The red-haired girl raised her hand high, her gaze like a flame, like the water’s surface, like glass, like clear twilight breeze.
She opened her arms, crimson wings stretched out, as if embracing the sound of the wind, as if embracing death.
In Luowasha, most Nightingales are born red.
They don’t need to dye their wings for anyone; they are born scarlet.
Ah... Painting that crimson hue with blood makes me bloom scarlet as if in flames! ♪
If the song exhausts and ceases, forever sinking, who else will still listen to the spring on the string? ♪
Ah... My rose was born only for the ultimate sound! ♪
Ah, the sharp blade shines, we move toward it as returning home! Embracing it like returning home! Please listen to this fake laugh and applause like a tide... ♪
...
The past firewalkers stepped in the same rhythm, the ones carrying jade today still fulfill the old covenant unchanged. ♪
—On the execution stage, whose voice is ripped first? The beat below urges new sacrifices to take the stage! ♪
...
"Nightingale! Get down!"
"Nightingales aren’t fit to hold a candle to the Phoenix!!!"
"Damn Nightingales, their ancestors once went against the Radiant Mother God, and now they’re rebelling again?!"
"I watched the record, Shi Ying herself admitted she backstabbed Tian Yu; she’s totally a traitor!"
The crowd roared, like a fierce wind.
On the high stage, the Nightingale sang vividly.
The ruins lay still in the twilight, the slanting sun smelted broken walls and ruins, flowing with blood-like rich red gold. Su Ming’an leaned against a half-blackened broken wall, moving forward, his chest burning with excruciating pain, each breath tugging at shattered flesh and blood.
Atop the ruins, the red-haired girl, Shi Ying, stood alone.
