Yu Lian let out three awkward laughs. "I just feel like I've seen this scene somewhere before. I'd better keep my distance so I don't get splattered with blood."
More importantly, Little Gray was reminding him that a certain spatial passage had reached an unlock progress of eighty-five percent. That was a very dangerous number.
Brunhilde puffed out her cheeks and glared at Yu Lian, looking thoroughly indignant. She sneered. "Yes, you really have seen this scene before. You should have repented long ago."
Good. Yu Lian was now certain that, on that virtual timeline, Brunhilde had played all the way to the end too. But the finale must have unfolded differently from his, and it had definitely been the kind of story that left you seething.
He suddenly became intensely interested, but all he did was spread his hands and gaze at the sky, looking utterly unruffled—so calm he was practically floating above the mundane. "I have a clear conscience."
"What if I don't?" Brunhilde said.
He seemed to have heard that line somewhere before, too. Yu Lian shot the Dragon Queen a strange look and stopped walking. Taking advantage of the pause, she moved two steps closer. At last, the two of them were more or less standing side by side, ready to face their enemy together.
Then a weapon appeared in her hand, as if forged from shards of sunlight.
Yu Lian knew it was only one part of the "Dawn Dragon," but it was still one of the most powerful psionic artifacts in the world.
"My descendant, you have made your choice," the Emperor sighed.
"Yes. I've come to inherit what is yours." Brunhilde declared it as though it were only natural. She pointed her sun-spear at her liege, her ancestor, as if he were an