I Love Destroying Worlds' Plot

Chapter 932 - 932 14.208 Last Violet Star - End of War

932 14.208 Last Violet Star – End of War

Screams of horror and desperation can be heard all around. Nobody anticipated that one of the twins would come to the battlefield in such an unexpected manner. They neglected to send someone to take care of the children because they were too busy fighting with each other.

The black-haired Hei Anjing may have a deep-seated desire to murder the God of Void. He would never, however, choose to act against his own children. He longs for a family throughout his life since he is an incomplete God. A companion, someone to live with him, someone who can be at his side.

His sole option in the past had been the God of Void. Because of this, whether on purpose or not, he was greatly upset when he forgot about him. The main soul was distinct from the other soul fragments. He decides to put his animosity behind him with time, preferring love and family to the past. Because of this, he was capable of accepting Xia Jieye despite their troubled past and raised children with him.

They are parents of 3 children. The oldest was in Vearth with his maternal clan and was with his father’s primary soul. The twins are the fruit of the union of Hei Anjing and the God of Void, and they were just recently born in our world. The other soul fragments could thus never hate their offspring, despite the fact that they detested Xia Jieye. These children are their hearts, in their eyes. They would never consider harming them in any manner.

Without pausing, the black-haired Hei Anjing severed the arm that was holding the scythe and pushed it aside. Nevertheless, the swing of the scythe had already gained speed, so it did not completely stop. Then Xia Jieye grabbed Baby Jingmo and held him with the intention of using a spatial element to transport him. But the black-haired Hei Anjing put a limitation on Xia Jieye before he attacked him, preventing him from leaving and utilizing his elements and skill.

The God of Void made the decision to block the blade with his body, presumably causing him to be split in half but saving his son. Hei Anjing, who was meant to be the farthest away of them all, suddenly materialized in front of his spouse and kid. He blasted off the weapon with all of his might, and everything on that side was destroyed by him.

When Ye Jingmo was relieved to see his daddy while in his father’s embrace, he was unaware of what had occurred that almost killed himself and his father.

“Dada! Baba!....” Baby Jingmo noticed the black-haired Hei Anjing with a missing right arm bleeding yet looking gently at him. He reached out his chubby arms once again and floated towards him.

Neither the main soul Hei Anjing nor Xia Jieye stop their son from approaching the black-haired Hei Anjing; they knew this person who was even willing to cut off his own arm to stop himself from harming Ye Jingmo would never harm the baby.

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Baby Jingmo floats towards the black-haired Hei Anjing while crawling in the air to go to his black-haired daddy. The latter watches his baby with careful steps as his arms regenerate into a new and clean ones. But the splashes of blood on his cheeks when he cut off his arm were still there.

“Dada? Dada!!” Ye Jingmo calls as he sits on air in front of his black-haired daddy and reaches out his chubby limbs. He was asking for the adult to carry him but the adult was only looking and had no intention to hug him.

“Buah~ Dada!!!” The little baby was pouting. He doesn’t like a daddy that ignores him but he still wants a hug and continues to reach out his arms. “Huggie... Momo wants... Dada!”

The black-haired Hei Anjing was unable to control his emotions as he saw the helpless baby in front of him. His desire for this has always been great. Those who would want to stick by his side and show him unwavering devotion. I long to embrace and adore him. He had hoped that his A’Xia would be willing to love him, but due to the actions of only one individual, he had to experience heartache and blame the one man who had ever accepted him for who he is.

The black-haired Hei Anjing hugs his little baby as his tears continue to fall on his expressionless face. To see someone with no clear emotion on their face yet with tears uncomfortably falling down looks more pitiful than someone loudly wailing. A person who usually cries silently is someone who had cried enough that he no longer knew how to cry in a normal way.