nyslfriends Chapter 196 Crossroads of Fate
Chapter 196 Crossroads of Fate
Chapter 196 Crossroads of Fate
Just as Frostheart's flame of life was completely extinguished.
"Buzz!"
Li Ang felt a violent dizziness wash over him, and everything in front of him distorted and rippled like water with a pebble thrown in.
This feeling is somewhat similar to the initial binding of the [Ring of Foresight].
In a daze, he seemed to pierce through the mists of time and see a broken and tragic scene.
On the battlefield strewn with corpses, Sandramea wore tattered golden armor, and the three holy marks on the back of her hands, which had once shone brightly, were now dim and lifeless.
She was covered in blood, but her petite body stood ramrod straight as she wielded her chipped warhammer, facing alone a dark tide that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Despite the endless black tide, her eyes remained defiant, but her movements as she wielded her warhammer grew increasingly slower.
In the end, in the all-consuming, pitch-black torrent, her stubborn figure was completely swallowed up, like a small boat in a storm.
"Exhausted and dying in battle"—this cold phrase was branded into Li Ang's mind like a brand.
At the same time, a voice resounded deep within his soul, a voice tinged with unconcealed weariness: "Frostheart Maxwell's death, here and now, in defeat in the challenge for the throne, is the correct historical trajectory. However, the correct trajectory—will inevitably lead to the 'End.'"
The sound was incredibly clear and real to Li Ang, as if he were standing on the banks of a rushing river of history, watching it about to fork in the river. One path led to destruction, the correct course of history, while the other deviated from the original course, with the future filled with the unknown.
As he pondered, Li Ang suddenly awoke from this strange daze, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
His vision cleared again, and time seemed to have reversed.
Time rewinds to the moment when the black aura of the Thousand-Faced Wraith dissipates, revealing the dying Frostheart King within, while Maya is preparing to dispel her divine descent state to help him up.
A sudden surge of emotion welled up in Li Ang's heart. He decided to follow the overwhelming urge within him and rushed to King Frostheart's side first.
"Li Angqing?" Mei Ya was taken aback by his sudden action.
Under the bewildered and confused gazes of everyone, Li Ang swiftly retrieved the bottle of [Panacea] given to him by his mentor, Eve, from the medicine pouch at his waist.
Without hesitation, he uncorked the bottle and carefully poured the legendary "panacea" into the Frostheart King's bleeding mouth.
The moment the medicine entered the throat, an unusual phenomenon occurred.
The horrific wound on his chest, dented and shattered by the warhammer, was visibly writhing and healing at an alarming rate. Moreover, the sickly pallor that had accumulated on his face over the years was quickly replaced by a healthy rosy glow.
Almost in the blink of an eye, the old king's life, which had been cut off, was completely saved by this small bottle of medicine.
His breathing became steady and strong. Although he was still in a weak and unconscious state, anyone could see that his fatal near-death state had been forcibly reversed, and the flame of life was burning steadily and vigorously again!
"This—this is!" On the sidelines, the old astrologer Elhart's eyes widened suddenly, his hand holding the crystal ball trembling slightly, his voice filled with unbelievable excitement.
"It can heal the dead and restore flesh to bones; the legends are true! This—this is the [panacea], a legendary potion long lost to time!"
Upon hearing this, Ludick, who was standing to the side, pushed up his glasses that had slipped down his nose, gasped, and muttered, "A panacea, the legendary cure-all—it can cure all poisons, heal all wounds, and even bring the dead back to life—I've only ever seen its description in the book 'Where Are the Legendary Items?'—the captain—he actually has such a thing?"
Meiya looked at her father, whose breathing was steady, as if he had just fallen into a deep sleep, and then at Li Ang, whose face was somewhat pale. Her emerald eyes were filled with complex emotions, including confusion, bewilderment, but mostly gratitude.
She opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't ask anything. Instead, she deeply imprinted the bottle of medicine and Li Ang's figure in her heart.
Li Ang breathed a slight sigh of relief as he watched Shuangxin's vital signs stabilize.
He couldn't explain that strange premonition, nor could he be sure what would happen if he forcibly changed this "correct history."
But he knew he couldn't just stand by and watch Maya, and the world, head down that "end" path.
Celia watched Li Ang quietly as she put the empty potion bottle back into her potion bag.
With her keen eyesight, she immediately recognized what the potion, shimmering with a strange light and radiating a powerful life force, was.
"This is a panacea—" she murmured to herself, while a sense of surprise welled up in her heart.
She knew this thing all too well; it was one of Eve Chloe's most prized possessions.
It can be called the Chloe family's secret treasure. It is said that the method of making it has been lost for a long time. There is probably only one bottle in the entire Riley City. She actually gave such a treasure to Li Ang.
Celia originally thought that Eve took Leon as her disciple more out of appreciation for his talent and some kind of convenient consideration, but she did not expect Eve to value him to this extent, even giving him the [Panacea].
Could it be that Eve, like herself, vaguely sensed that Li Ang possessed a quality that transcended the predetermined trajectory of fate?
However, Celia was still somewhat puzzled as to why Li Ang would so readily use such a precious life-saving medicine on a former dwarf king who seemed to have little to do with him and was even his former enemy.
Her gaze unconsciously shifted to Sandra Maya beside her, and the instant her eyes fell on Maya, Celia's golden pupils narrowed almost imperceptibly.
She "saw" that the originally clear and heavy lines of fate around Maya seemed to have undergone an extremely slight shift.
The deflection was so subtle, like the faint air currents stirred up by the flapping of a butterfly's wings, so subtle that she almost thought it was her imagination.
Perhaps it was just her eyes playing tricks on her? She blinked gently, and the sensation disappeared, as if Maya's fate had returned to normal.
By this time, Maya had composed herself. She took a deep breath, looked at Li Ang, and asked in a barely perceptible tremor, "Captain—Captain, what do you intend to do with Shuangxin?"
Looking at Maya's eyes, which were trying to remain calm but couldn't hide her nervousness, Li Ang smiled gently: "Keep a close watch on him for now. When he wakes up, I have some questions I want to ask him."
He paused, his tone tinged with pity: "Also, don't call me captain anymore, just call me as before. Hearing you call me captain now makes me feel—a little uncomfortable."