Wasteland Border Inspector - Chapter 700

Chapter 700: Chapter 235: Epilogue, Luokuke’s “Death”!

This parasitism of Source Heart Meat Iron is transforming a vibrant life into cold metal at a speed visible to the naked eye!

“Cheng… Cheng…” Luokuke strained to utter two words, and before he finished speaking, dark red “tears” suddenly seeped from the corners of his eyes.

Those weren’t tears; they were liquid beads formed by condensed iron fluid, sliding down with the rust, leaving two dark tracks on his cheeks.

He didn’t die on the battlefield of containing the infection source, nor in the crisis of confronting the Immortal Objects.

But had to watch helplessly as his life marched step by step towards destruction in this waiting interval.

“Can you hold on?” Cheng Ye shook his head vigorously, suppressing the shock and bitterness in his heart, gritted his teeth and walked over, reaching out to support Luokuke.

All he felt was cold, the sensation of iron, like trying to hold up a heavy block of iron.

Luokuke’s body had long lost the weight of a normal person, every inch filled with metal, so heavy that it made Cheng Ye’s arm numb.

“I…” Luokuke opened his mouth, but couldn’t say a complete sentence, only looking at Cheng Ye with eyes where the murky gray light was dimming bit by bit, like a candle about to go out.

He struggled with all his might, ultimately squeezing out a few words, “I… am ready…”

“Wang Kang, come quickly, support him!” Cheng Ye couldn’t help but roar angrily.

As Wang Kang quickly ran over and held Luokuke with Cheng Ye, the latter immediately broke into a run, rushing towards the truck not far away.

He dashed into the truck’s cabin, grabbed an empty cup, and hurriedly took out a portion of Living Water Essence from the pendant.

This damn infection source!

Damn it!

What they called a benign infection source, this is poison, a poison more terrifying than a virulent infection source!

Even when the dawn of victory had already been seen, must they fall at the last moment before the end of night?

Ming knew that as soon as Tan Ming finished with the Immortal Objects and contained the fragments of the Magic Conch, this nightmare could be ended.

But… but why?

Once again Cheng Ye felt powerless, this powerlessness far surpassing what he felt confronting the Ten Thousand Orders Land Conch!

It was life’s insignificance before desperation, a despair where even struggling seemed laughable when being choked by an invisible giant hand.

Holding the cup, Cheng Ye took large strides back, even his steps were somewhat staggering.

But just when half the way was covered, his steps suddenly halted, pupils contracting sharply, almost unable to believe what he was seeing.

After seeing him one last time, Luokuke seemed to have lost the hope to hold on, as if saying that phrase drained all his will to live.

He collapsed straight to the ground, his body losing all support, crashing heavily onto the ground like a piece of iron, stiff beyond words, completely silent.

Wang Kang still maintained his posture of supporting him, sitting stiffly beside him, eyes filled with dazed and blankness, forgetting even to breathe.

Did Luokuke… die?

Cheng Ye froze in place, eyes involuntarily welling up.

No formal goodbye, no chance for another chat about future dreams, not even a complete sentence, this Third-stage Inspector, his companion in the joint fight to contain the Immortal Objects, quietly fell beside the trash heap at the town’s east end.

His body was still slowly changing, the last semblance of human shape being devoured by thick rust, leaving only a cold metal outline.

Suddenly the night wind increased, stirring up the fine iron filings on the ground.

They landed lightly on Cheng Ye’s face and the back of his hand, making a “sizzling” sound.

That sound was very soft, like a low mourning.

Or as if… Luokuke was using this unique way to say his final goodbye to him.

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