Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road - Chapter 765

Chapter 765: Yao Chapter 765: Yao He snapped his fingers and sent her out of his world.

It turned out that the red world was Dahlia Field, which was his power.

Whenever he wanted to kill someone, he would bring them into his own world.

Perhaps because he was too tired, he didn’t pay attention to her after he sent her away.

He didn’t even notice that she had already crouched down beside him.

She summoned back the black sword that aimed to end Destroyer Dahlia’s life.

From the beginning, she never wanted to take his life, just as he did not intend to kill her.

“How long are you going to lie down here?

At least send me out,” she asked faintly.

“I already sent you out…

Wait, didn’t I send you out?” Destroyer Dahlia’s words caught in his throat as he stared blankly at her cracked mask.

“You mean that unidentified skeleton?” She pointed at a certain magical circle that reflected the situation in the outside world.

In the outside world, a skull had appeared on the ground.

Jade Orchid, the demon in black, and the Demon General thought that the skull belonged to her, blinking in disbelief.

So fast?

She was killed so quickly?

Destroyer Dahlia: “…..” It just so happened that she stood near the skeleton of someone he had killed, so he accidentally sent the skeleton away.

“What is an unidentified skeleton?” Destroyer Dahlia was puzzled.

“It’s a skeleton without an identity,” she patiently explained to him.

“Oh!” he nodded.

“By the way, what kind of rain is this?

Why is it red?” She stretched out her hand to let the rain touch her.

“How can you be fine under the rain?” Destroyer Dahlia seemed to be shocked for the first time in his life.

“Am I not supposed to be fine?” she replied, equally startled.

Both of them looked at each other in fright, as if they were staring at a ghost.

Ten minutes later…

Destroyer Dahlia and Shenlian Yingyue sat peacefully beneath a red wisteria tree, sipping their tea.

The tea lacked flavor, and she pondered how demons managed to survive on such blandness.

So, she brought out her prized spiritual apple juice and poured a glass for him.

“It tastes good!” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with delight.

She offered him a platter of warm, freshly baked cookies, along with an assortment of snacks and delicate cakes she had prepared.

They remained perfectly fresh, as if they had just come out of the oven.

“These are delicious,” he said, blinking in surprise and admiration.

After ten minutes of silence, both of them came to three conclusions.

First of all, the black sword she wielded had the power to eliminate demons because of that strange black flame.

Secondly, this bloody rain, which could destroy everything, couldn’t harm her at all.

On the contrary, it seemed like a sweet juice or a beauty product for her.

When her skin touched the rain, it glowed faintly and appeared to improve.

She almost thought she had magical skin.

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Potato: “Oi, author, what is going on?” (dizzy, doubtful, confused)  Lastly, she realized she had the power to control the black flame in the sword.

As long as she said “no,” the black flame would immediately retreat from her opponent’s body.

An hour ago, she summoned back the black sword and the black flame returned to the black sword when the sword returned to her hand.

She discovered that this was a key to understanding the function and power of the black sword.

She had saved Destroyer Dahlia’s life, even though she was the one who had nearly killed him.

The wound on his chest closed and healed as soon as the black flame receded.

His self-healing ability was extraordinarily powerful.

An hour ago, they had fought fiercely as if they wanted to tear each other apart.

They were covered in blood and wounds, but now, an hour later, they were calmly having tea.

If people outside were to see this scene, they would vehemently deny that it was real!

“Why do you want to kill me?” she asked.

“I don’t want to kill you.

I just have the obligation to prevent anyone from disturbing the prince’s ritual,” Destroyer Dahlia replied.

Perhaps it was the first time in his life that someone could talk to him normally and treat him like a regular person; his desolate heart seemed to bloom.

Maybe it was also because these snacks were so delicious that he was willing to speak to her.

‘Ritual of the prince?’ she pondered.

“What’s your name?” “Destroyer Dahlia,” he replied.

“No, what’s your real name?” she repeated her question.

Destroyer Dahlia was stunned.

He had almost forgotten that he had a name.

Everyone called him Destroyer Dahlia; in fact, it was just his code name.

How long had it been since someone had asked him seriously about his name?  “Yao…my name is Yao,” he said, his voice a little stiff.

It had been almost two hundred years since he had pronounced this name.

“So your name is Yao.” She nodded.

She didn’t know why she had asked about his name, but it felt a little strange to call him Dahlia.

She had thought Destroyer Dahlia was a female demon, but now that she had gotten to know him, she felt ignorant.

“Do you like red?” she asked, looking around at his world.

Everything was red; even the weeds and grass were red.

The autumn leaves, ripe berries, and deep sunsets all displayed shades of dark red.

At first, the color was so bright that it hurt her senses.

But since he had stopped attacking her, the red had darkened and dimmed.

It was no longer glaring and vulgar; instead, it exuded an air of elegance.

Still, she wasn’t used to staying there.

“Is it ugly?” he asked.

He had been born with this power, and everything here was originally red, so he was accustomed to it.

“No, everyone has different preferences,” she replied, shaking her head.

She loved colorful nature and environments that evoked different feelings and meanings of life.

For Yao, he loved red; he had been born into it, so it wasn’t strange that he cherished the color.

Yao pondered as he looked around with his crimson eyes.

“I should get going now,” she said, standing up and tidying her black robe, which was covered in dirt and blood from their earlier fight.

“How’s your injury?” Yao asked, pausing his eating.

He had forgotten that he had inflicted pain on her multiple times with flowers.

“It’s still painful, but I won’t die,” she lied in broad daylight.

In truth, she had secretly drunk the Spiritual Water, and her wounds had already healed.

She didn’t dwell on why he was inquiring about her condition.

“Here, take this,” she said, handing him a pouch containing various seeds: different types of dahlias, plants, and fruit seeds.

Yao’s eyelashes fluttered in surprise.