Abyss Sequence-Chapter 491 - 66: The Death of Roger Wilson

The outer shell was damaged beyond recognition, and the form was completely distorted.

In terms of strength and physical tenacity, there wasn't much difference between Roger and Yan Luo, but their recovery abilities were worlds apart.

Even if Yan Luo lost half his brain, he could still nimbly control his body, appearing no different from when he was uninjured.

Roger, however, had to use the power of [Elementalization] to repair his mechanical body whenever injured, which required him to apply learned knowledge and actively control it.

Because of this, in the fierce clashing, Yan Luo's injuries quickly recovered, while Roger needed time.

The injuries on Roger's body kept accumulating. Initially, they were minor and could be ignored, but as he chose to overlook them and continued to focus on battling Yan Luo, over time, these minor injuries kept appearing, piling up to become difficult-to-heal wounds.

When these tough-to-heal injuries further accumulated, they turned into conditions that demanded attention.

By that time, it was too late for Roger to attempt self-repair.

Yan Luo wouldn't give him time to recover, instead seizing the opportunity to suppress him, dragging him into a familiar rhythm of trading injury for injury.

Though Yan Luo seemed to have no visible wounds, he actually had some internal injuries. However, these were not severe for him, and even without active treatment, they would heal on their own in no time.

In such circumstances, Roger was bound to gradually descend into a disadvantageous position.

Roger repaired his optical sensor and regained the full view of his surroundings.

He saw his own riddled body, sensing the thinning magic power within.

Looking at Yan Luo, Roger instantly discerned that his adversary also bore many injuries, just not visibly manifested.

Perceiving Roger's gaze, Yan Luo lunged forward, not giving either himself or Roger a moment's respite.

Neither did Roger hesitate, unleashing his full might to clash with Yan Luo.

Their fists collided evenly matched, and both Yan Luo and Roger simultaneously swung their heads to headbutt each other.

The skull and metal both dented inward, spurting blood and components.

The battle had reached a stage where 'fierce' couldn't describe it.

Both sides seemed to have forgotten the reasons they meant to kill each other, turning into two pure beasts, striving to kill each other with all their might.

Yan Luo's arms suddenly exerted force, brushing Roger's arms aside, then turning to kick him squarely in the chest.

The foot stomped through Roger's chest plate, sending countless components flying.

Yan Luo then dove forward, sending a fierce punch toward Roger's head.

Roger roared silently in the vacuum, lifting his knee with effort to kick Yan Luo's arm upward, then rotated his body to deliver a spinning kick to Yan Luo's side waist.

Receiving a heavy blow to the waist, blood spurted from Yan Luo's teeth, yet he clenched them tightly, using the momentum to grab Roger's ankle, pulling him over for another punch.

Roger flung his hand to block Yan Luo's fist, only to see Yan Luo headbutting again.

The face he had just repaired was once again caved in.

Bitter at heart, Roger used his arms to strangle Yan Luo's neck, intending to choke him.

Yan Luo didn't show the slightest weakness, his hands transforming into knife-edges, chopping at Roger's waist from both sides.

The high-frequency vibrating magnetic field power allowed the knife-hands to slice into Roger's waist, nearly bisecting his body.

In desperation, Roger could only drop his elbow to strike hard at Yan Luo's nape, subsequently pulling his knee to butt Yan Luo's torso, sending him flying.

Yan Luo's body flipped several times in the air, quickly adjusting.

Roger pressed his hands against the wound in his waist, swiftly reconstructing components and mechanisms within.

Both looked at each other, perceiving a 'fatigue' atmosphere emanating from each other's bodies.

The battle had now completely turned into a war of attrition.

Whomever held out the longest would be the winner.

Neither Yan Luo nor Roger wanted to lose.

Yan Luo was concerned about his family and friends, while Roger still held hope for his plans.

Thus, the slaughter resumed.

Yan Luo charged over, driving the magnetic field power, kicking Roger's steel body with his robust thigh.

Mere steel couldn't compare to honed muscles; Roger raised an arm to block, but it suddenly bent, striking his face.

Fortunately, it was just a problem with the connecting components, which could be easily fixed.

Roger sidestepped into Yan Luo's embrace, using his elbow to smash into Yan Luo's chest, driving the force inward to attack his heart.

The heart, being the strongest muscle, was tougher than any other part of Yan Luo's body.

Even suffering this strike, Yan Luo's heart only ached slightly.

Yan Luo gathered the fingers of his right hand into a knife edge, chopping down heavy on Roger's shoulder, cleaving it open.

At that moment, Roger completed the repair of his damaged arm, clenching his fist and fiercely striking Yan Luo's face.

Yan Luo didn't get sent flying this time because his right hand, embedded in Roger's body, opened up, gripping the wound to hold his body in place, then used the other fist to heavily punch Roger's unfinished repaired chest and abdomen.

This punch directly perforated Roger's body.

In a rage, Roger transformed his shoulders, turning them into the muzzles of laser guns, unleashing surging beams of light.

At the same time, he cast a spell to dissolve Yan Luo's body.

However, Yan Luo's body was too strong, and he was protected by the power of a magnetic field. Even with ten days or half a month, it would be impossible to completely dissolve his body.

Yan Luo withdrew his hands from Roger's body, and Roger took the opportunity to use the light pressure from the laser gun to propel himself away from Yan Luo.

He blocked out all the alarms in his mind, and Roger summoned all the abilities he currently possessed to launch a final attack on Yan Luo.

His body's damage was too severe to continue holding on. If he couldn't kill Yan Luo in one strike, he would be defeated by Yan Luo's tactic of trading injury for injury.

Little did he know, Yan Luo had the same thought.

Unlike Roger, he was not a mechanical body that didn't require breathing.

Yan Luo needed to use the magnetic field to protect himself in outer space. Even though he could absorb external substances to nourish himself, converting the nutrition into strength to support the magnetic field's power,

in high-intensity combat, the consumption would always be faster than replenishment. If too much magnetic field power was consumed, Yan Luo wouldn't be able to protect himself in outer space. He couldn't survive without the magnetic field's protection, and once he lost it, Yan Luo would perish here.

Therefore, he must do everything he can to kill Roger before his own power is completely depleted.

The two of them simultaneously summoned all their power, preparing for the final strike.

[I am right, I am the correct one! I can save Blue Star! Yan Luo, you want to become Blue Star's savior? You're still too green!]

"There are no saviors in this world! No one is superior! Roger Wilson, your inexplicable arrogance is the root of your plan's failure!"

Space ignited, and two intensely bright lights appeared in the dark starry sky, even making those on the surface of Blue Star feel something.

Then they transformed into meteors, charging at each other with no retreat, no hesitation, ever forward.

The two dazzling meteors collided ferociously, their fists embodying their respective obsessions and madness.

A great fire ignited in the void, a blazing brilliance suddenly erupted from the place where they collided.

It was the light of the sun, the collision of atoms.

The intense light appeared, and an explosion occurred.

Both were blasted away by the sudden explosion, flying backward thousands of meters.

The blinding light soon dissipated, and Yan Luo stopped and looked into the distance.

Previously, Roger's body had already been in ruins, and being so close, he endured another nuclear fusion explosion, and his body simply broke into two.

Only the upper half of Roger remained, floating quietly in space, his mind flashing through the more than a hundred years of his past.

Am I going to die?

He asked himself.

Roger was unwilling, clenching his fist, wanting to unleash a more powerful force.

If Yan Luo could do it, why couldn't he?

But he just couldn't...

[Why...] Roger's grief was inexplicable, [Why make me a Saint, but bind me with this damn seal?!]

This information spread outward unconsciously, because Roger wanted an answer.

Then, Yan Luo responded, "Is it possible that what binds you isn't the seal, but your own heart? Zhuang Xu is a Saint, and so are you; with both as Saints, why can't you break through this seal that has already been weakened to the limit?"

Though rhetorical, it struck Roger's heart.

At this moment, Roger 'died.'

He realized his life was so pathetic, having lived for over a hundred years, always contemplating how to save Blue Star.

Yet he hadn't realized just how empty his heart was!

——There was nothing at all!

Roger finally realized he had been pursuing something so utterly hollow, chasing ideals that weren't truly his own.

If he truly wanted to save Blue Star, he should have been able to ignite stronger emotions at this moment, possibly breaking the Magic Seal and reaching beyond Sequence.

Ultimately, it was a lack of emotion.

Yan Luo did not wait for Roger's answer, because this world already did not allow Roger Wilson's existence.

He clenched his fist and summoned all his magnetic field power.

To crush Roger's brain and heart simultaneously, not giving him even the slightest chance of survival.

"Magnetic Field Rotation at 240,000 power—"

Yan Luo's fist swung fiercely, striking Roger's demoralized body.

"Heaven! Earth! Explosion! Fist!"

At the moment of being hit by Yan Luo, a faint, unclear vision, vaguely remembering a female figure, flashed before Roger's eyes.

By the fields under the sunset, the figure smiled and waved at him.

Roger wearily closed his eyes.

...Let it be!