Darkness shattered in silence. The dead man's final memories returned to eternal peace. The scene before him swayed several times before gradually returning to the appearance of the Holy Coffin room—the long stretch of life had actually lasted only an instant in reality. When Yu Sheng could see his surroundings again, a drop of "blood" falling from beside the Artificial Saintess's cheek had just hit the floor.
Yu Sheng blinked and spent several seconds clearing his head, returning from those overly vivid memories to the reality before him. Only then did he lower his gaze to look at the Iron Doll still pressing down on him.
The cold killing machine remained completely motionless. Even the faint noises inside its body had now vanished.
The weakness brought on by excessive blood loss and severe damage to his vital organs was welling up inside him. Yu Sheng felt that his short life was about to reach its end. He could simply lie here and wait for death, then send the remaining members of the Hermetic Society aboard this ship to the Special Operations Bureau as planned.
But after sitting against the pillar for half a minute, he suddenly tugged at the corner of his mouth and spat a bloody mouthful of saliva to the side.
"Damn it. What the hell?"
He still had some strength left.
Yu Sheng exerted himself again and finally managed to push the Artificial Saintess's shell onto the floor. He then slowly stood up, bent down, and lifted the Iron Doll's heavy body from beneath the armpits. After two or three attempts, he finally hauled her upright with one burst of strength.
Dragging the cold steel slowly toward the center of the room, he faltered several times from exhaustion but never stopped to rest. The signs of death