Divine Flame Crystal

Chapter 605: Xingluo Falls into Coma

Luo Luo muttered softly, scratching the ground with her nails, her pointed fingers trembling slightly.

"Shut up!"

Xiao Hei suddenly roared, and the low dragon roar shook the surrounding air.

"Xingluo...nothing will happen to him."

But even Xiao Hei himself noticed that his tail was trembling slightly, which was the instinctive reaction of a dragon when it was extremely anxious.

The door was slightly opened, and a hint of snow-white was faintly visible in the gap.

That is Starfall——

He lay quietly in the core magic circle of the workshop, his white robe lightly covering his body, his skin so white that it was almost transparent, and his breathing so weak that it was almost imperceptible.

"Little Black..."

Luo Luo spoke softly, her childish voice trembling: "I'm going to steal some of Brother Xingluo's favorite magic equipment, okay?"

Xiao Hei was slightly startled, and looked down at the little guy with a slight smile on his lips.

"Xingluo doesn't eat that."

"Is that you? You spend all day biting off my spare magic wand that I use to remember Xingluo."

Luo Luo stuck out her tongue and quietly put her paws behind her back: "I just... want to eat something sweet."

Night falls.

Under the starry sky, Xiao Hei was still lying outside the door, his eyes flashing a faint blue light in the dark night.

"Xingluo, you must scold me severely when you wake up."

"Call me for snoring too loudly, call me unworthy of being your contracted dragon... whatever's fine."

"As long as you wake up."

Just when Xiao Hei was about to fall into unconsciousness, a faint red light flickered from the depths of the workshop.

Xingluo's fingers... moved slightly.

Xiao Hei's pupils suddenly shrank, and his huge body suddenly tensed up:

"Starfall?!"

And Luo Luo also rushed over, shining silver:

"Did Brother Xingluo move?"

Hearing Xiao Hei and Luo Luo's exclamations, Mo and Ying walked over. After careful observation, they found that Xing Luo had no reaction except for moving his fingers at the beginning.

Outside the Flame Hammer Workshop, the night was as thick as a layer of dead ash.

Two figures stood quietly at the door.

A man was wearing a black windbreaker, his long hair swaying slightly in the wind, and the silver patterns on the scabbard reflected a faint light. It was Mo.

The other person was completely covered in a dark cloak, with only a pair of cold eyes dimly lighting up in the night, which was the shadow of Xingluo's sharp sword.

The wind blew, stirring up dust and the smell of burning. But they remained motionless, like two statues.

Inside the workshop, in the center of the dim magic circle, Xingluo lay quietly.

His robe flickered in the firelight, his face was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the divine flame crystal was pulsating slightly within his body.

The only sign of life was that finger, which had trembled slightly once a few hours ago.

"Starfall..."

Ying's eyes darkened a little, and his fingertips tightened slightly.

"……rest assured."

Mo finally spoke, his voice as deep as the night, carrying a chilling coldness that made people shudder.

"He'll wake up."

"What if he doesn't wake up?"

Ying's voice was like a sharp dagger, cutting through the silence.

"The Vatican is stirring up trouble again... If they don't wake up, we will all be buried with them."

Mo slowly turned his head, his black pupils as deep as stagnant water.

"If he doesn't wake up."

"I will kill all the invading enemies first."

Ying was stunned for a moment.

The next moment, he sneered, but his laughter was chilling:

"So much like you, Mo, the intelligence chief."

"You now have only the sword to prove everything."

"Isn't it the same for you?"

Mo asked back, his gaze sweeping through Ying's eyes like a knife.

The two looked at each other for a moment, Ying turned his head slightly, and his cold eyes slowly faded.

"...That's right."

"I have killed countless people, just to live for him."

The night is darker.

The flames in the workshop flickered, and the power of the Divine Flame Crystal overflowed slightly, like a storm about to erupt.

Mo slowly tightened his grip on the hilt, his knuckles turning slightly white.

"Xingluo, when you came back you said—"

"The fire of humanity will burn away all darkness."

"But if even you fall, how long can this fire last?"

Ying stood behind him, his clothes moving slightly.

"If he doesn't wake up, I will destroy the entire continent with my own hands."

Ying's voice was cold, as if he was stating a very natural fact.

"Mo, look!"

Ying's pupils suddenly contracted, and his voice trembled for the first time.

Inside the workshop, Xingluo's fingertips...moved slightly again.

Just one move was enough to disturb the emotions that had been suppressed to the extreme in the two people's chests.

Mo took a deep breath, his eyes so cold that they seemed to freeze the flames:

"Wake up, Xingluo."

"Otherwise...we will tear the world apart and put it back together for you."

After Mo and Ying left, two more footsteps were heard gradually becoming clearer in the night. One was a slow and steady rhythm; the other was an impatient and heavy pace.

Atlantis walked ahead, his gold-rimmed glasses reflecting a soft glow in the dim light, his golden hair gently ruffling in the night breeze, his smile warm. Everyone who ascended to the Grand Mage position would become significantly younger, even their appearance would undergo a slight change.

He was holding an ancient water magic book in his arms. His demeanor was elegant, and his whole body seemed to carry a faint fragrance, which made the air a little more soothing.

Behind him, Erwin strode forward, his fiery red cloak fluttering.

He was tall and burly, with a faint flicker of flame emblem on his shoulder armor, his brows furrowed, his face showing obvious impatience.

"Lantis, hurry up!"

Erwin frowned and growled, anger evident in his voice.

"Don't worry, Erwin."

Atlantis smiled slightly, his voice as gentle as a clear spring.

"You are too impatient. Your flames will set the night wind ablaze."

"Huh, I think you're just used to being slow."

Erwin curled his lips, a hint of annoyance in his red pupils.

"If it weren't for that guy... I wouldn't have bothered to come here so late at night."

The door to the workshop was slightly ajar, letting a faint light shine through.

Four people surrounded the magic circle.

Mo remained cold and silent, standing with his sword in his hands, his eyes fixed on the unconscious Xingluo.

Ying stood in the corner, his cold eyes motionless under the black robe.

Xiao Hei was lying in the distance, his golden vertical pupils flashing with a faint light, and his huge body undulating slightly.

Luo Luo sat on the ground, hugging her knees, her big eyes flashing with worry.

And in the center of the magic circle——

Xingluo lay quietly, his robe fluttering slightly, his face so pale that it was almost transparent, and his rosy red lips were particularly conspicuous, like a mark left by a raging fire.

His eyes were tightly closed, and the divine flame crystal on his chest flickered, as if he was engaged in a fierce game with some force.

The only movement was the fingertips trembling slightly once.

"How long has he been like this?"

Landis asked in a low voice, his eyes clear and sincere, without a trace of aristocratic arrogance, only genuine concern.

"Twelve days."

Mo responded coldly, his tone as cold as ice.

Atlantis squatted down, and gently touched the light of the magic circle with his slender fingertips. The aqua-blue magic power gathered at his fingertips, turning into a tiny lotus, slowly floating towards Xingluo.

"Don't worry, I'm just stabilizing the elemental fluctuations in his body. I won't disturb his soul."

Atlantis smiled slightly, and the pair of eyes with long eyelashes behind the gold-rimmed glasses revealed a reassuring warmth.

"Xingluo, you once said you would protect everyone."

"But now we are here to protect you... You are never alone."

"Damn it!"

Erwin suddenly punched the wall hard, causing stone chips to fly everywhere.

"If he doesn't wake up, the Vatican will come knocking again!"

"By then, I won't be able to burn the entire continent to ashes!"

Ying glanced at him coldly: "Shut up, flame fool."

"You think yelling will help?"

"What did you say?!"

Erwin turned and glared at Ying, flames dancing in his eyes, as if they would explode at any moment.

"enough."

Mo's voice suddenly sounded, cold as frost, instantly suppressing the aura of the two people.

"What are you arguing about? Do you want to disturb him?"

Erwin clenched his fists, a hint of suppressed anxiety flashing in his fiery red pupils.

"I just don't want to see that guy die like this..."

"Erwin."

Landis slowly stood up and patted Erwin on the shoulder.

"Don't get too excited. I understand you're worried about him."

"But the stronger the flame, the easier it is to burn out hope."

Erwin snorted coldly, lowered his head, and said nothing more.

He slowly opened his palm, and a flame ignited in his palm, which was then extinguished by him.

The night is getting darker.

Four people, one dragon, and one divine weapon, all fell into a dead silent watch.

Atlantis stood beside the magic circle, quietly chanting a water prayer. A water-blue light surrounded Xingluo's body like a spring, washing away the traces of the divine flame crystal's riot.

Erwin stood guard at the door, his red pupils fixed on the holy light that was faintly visible on the horizon, his hand constantly stroking the heavy hammer behind him.

"If I don't wake up...I'm really going crazy."

Suddenly, Xingluo's fingertips moved again.