Chapter 800 The Destiny of the Knight (6)
It was night.
Luofu Island welcomed its last lander. The “Su Jiu” arrived at the “dock” via its tail propeller, which relieved Bairnis, who was waiting on the shore.
Su Jiu withdrew from her Dragon Girl state and sat alone on a rock, panting slightly, holding her phone.
[Baiye (8)]
[White Crow: @All members. The [War] is approaching. Everyone proceed as planned and carry out your duties.]
[Me: 1.]
Bairnis acted like a diligent little maid, holding a cracked coconut beside her and offering it to Su Jiu. A hint of worry appeared on her small face.
Then, she used a towel to wipe Su Jiu’s slightly damp hair, speaking slowly with a hint of self-reproach:
“Miss, that old man just came back and told me that you had a fight with a strong individual. I wish I had gone with you.”
“It’s just minor issues, don’t talk about that yet…”
Waving her hand, Su Jiu sat on a large rock, took the coconut, and drank it down with a “gulp, gulp.” The slightly cool coconut milk flowed down her throat.
She couldn’t help but close her eyes in contentment, feeling Bairnis’s gentle movements, and even let out a comfortable hum.
From the battle until now, her throat had been parched. She had been rushing to survive all the way, not considering anything else.
Bairnis gently massaged the Blood Clan Girl’s head, her gaze fell on the phone. After a moment of thought, she suddenly spoke,
“Miss, [War] is one of the seven major tribes of the Others. It’s different from [Yi] whom you encountered before. It represents the [War] tribe among the Others. They are brave and skilled in combat. Their frontal combat capabilities cannot be compared to [Yi], who can only spread [plague].”
“The seven major tribes of the Others? They should be related to the Seven Royal Halls, right?”
Su Jiu was a bit surprised. This was the first time she had learned about this. Her previous deepest understanding came from Elder Mo, who had spoken in a rather general way about history.
Bairnis’s movements remained gentle, and though her voice was a little young, it carried a profound historical weight:
“The seven major tribes of the Others correspond to the Seven Royal Halls, namely [Yi], [War], [Plague], [Drought], [Resentment], [Flood]…”
Bairnis paused, her hands pressing slightly harder: “and [Blood]. However, the Royal Hall of [Blood] is said to have disappeared long ago. In our Blood Clan records, [Blood] never attacked humans, and their appearance was never described…”
“[Blood], Blood Clan, there’s ‘blood’ in both names, could there be a connection?” Hearing these words, Su Jiu easily thought of the Blood Clan, and was a little stunned.
“Unlikely.”
Her actions paused, Bairnis shook her head, her fangs slightly exposed, and she whispered an explanation:
“The Blood Clan has existed for a very long time, even before the invasion of humanity. Moreover, our cultivation system is actually similar to that of humans. We allied with humans to resist the Others. Under the call of the Progenitor, the Blood Clan contributed the most among the higher races, even losing some of their foundations…”
Bairnis paused again, her light blue eyes looking at the boundless sea, a hidden sadness suddenly appeared on her face. She sighed softly and said,
“However, Bos and I are Gemini Dukes. Unlike other Blood Clan Dukes, we are reborn without memories after life and death, and we also have no family inheritance.
If Miss wants to know more about the Blood Clan, you’ll probably have to ask the Rose Duke or the Duke of Crimson Blood, those old Dukes with family legacies…”
“Well, about the Blood Clan, perhaps I should find an opportunity to ask Vivian.”
Su Jiu nodded thoughtfully. Speaking of cultivation systems, she couldn’t help but think of the [Cloud Piercing] she had obtained earlier. It was an Otherworldly cultivation technique, but she had learned it directly without any side effects using Huo Huo’s special ability.
At the time, she thought it was due to her special constitution, but now it seemed it might be related to the Blood Clan…
After resting for about five to six minutes.
“Little Sisi, this sacrifice is about to begin. Our mission is to guard this island and do our part.”
Su Jiu let out a breath, her golden eyes slightly opened, looking towards the distant horizon. An arm, held tightly, was extending out of a golden wormhole and still showing a tendency to extend forward…
It wriggled bit by bit, and as the arm moved forward, the golden wormhole continued to expand. Golden dust and particles drifted down onto the sea surfaces carried by the gusting sea breeze, attracting schools of fish to devour them.
Looking at it gave the impression of a god bestowing blessings.
Suddenly, a thunderous roar erupted in the distance. Su Jiu looked in the direction of the sound but could only see bursts of fire. Her blood-gold pupils contracted slightly, and she said softly,
“Little Sisi, the war might have started early. Fortunately, our preparations are not needed. The center of the battle is not here.”
“War…”
Bairnis heard this and followed Su Jiu’s gaze. The firelight like starlight reflected in her light blue eyes. Hearing this word she didn’t particularly like, an inexplicable nervousness arose in her heart…
She subconsciously asked, “Then, Miss, do we just watch from here?”
“Yes, watch.”
Turning her head to look at Bairnis, Su Jiu’s expression was very serious.
“I said I don’t want any of you to get hurt. You and I must return alive. This matter has nothing to do with us directly from beginning to end.”
This was the mission of Zero, Tong, and the other Night Watchers. She couldn’t risk the people by her side. Doing what she could according to the prophecy was already doing her utmost.
The Blood Clan girl was a very selfish person. Between home and country, she only wanted to protect her own home and live a peaceful life.
“Okay.”
Bairnis nodded and looked again at the distant direction, watching the starlight-like specks. She then took out a small picture book…
Since she didn’t need to intervene, it was better to be a witness now, a witness to a war.
“Alas, I hope everything is well.”
“It won’t be fine. War means bloodshed.”
An electronic voice sounded. Mu Qi had appeared on the shore not far from the two of them at some unknown time. He gazed at the scarlet sea, silent for a long time…
“Someone should be fighting the Ancient God Sect over there. I’ll go take a look.”
His figure then swept towards the sea ahead.
Leaving behind a box of luminous shells glowing blue, which looked exceptionally crystalline in the night.
“Mr. Mu Qi?” Bairnis shouted towards the disappearing figure, but couldn’t call him back.
“He’s from the Law Enforcement Hall family. The South China Sea is his homeland. In some matters, his stance is different from ours.”
Watching the figure gradually disappear, Su Jiu gently swung her legs. She looked down at her phone, staring at Shadow One’s reply. Her eyes curved, seemingly with a smile.
[Shadow One: Bombs have been successfully planted on the two islands where the Zichuan are stationed.]
[Me: Okay.]
Just because she didn’t participate in the battle didn’t mean her subordinates wouldn’t.
…
“Hoo, the hymn is almost over…”
Under the island’s lights, Zero walked, leaning on her cane. Her silver hair was clotted together, and her black attire was stained with blood, which dripped from her black cuffs and robes onto the sand.
“Drip, drip…”
She wasn’t truly a high-level War God, especially without the sacrifice of those “piglets.” Her strength was quickly depleted. Taking down one of the islands had already exhausted her to the bone…
Beneath her were dense corpses, with scattered limbs exuding a strong scent of blood. If one looked closely, several Ferrymen could be found, and the ordinary Clerics were countless.
This was the last of the remnants of the Singer.
Opposite her were a group of Shallow Believers and captured local residents.
“All require passwords.”
Looking at the content above, Zero casually tossed aside the bloody smartphone in her hand. She needed a phone to see that foolish brother.
[Incorrect Password]
“Devil…”
Some of them looked terrified, their heads bowed, not daring to meet her gaze. Even the Shallow Believers knelt in prayer, as if to beg the gods to smite her.
They had personally witnessed this silver-haired demoness, with a single sword, slaughter hundreds of Clerics like a killing machine…
“Everyone, she’s here to save us. The Ancient God Sect tricked us into coming for a sacrifice, but it was actually sending us to our deaths.”
However, most were normal people, explaining for Zero. They could sense the situation and began to shout…
“Phone…”
Gritting her teeth, the White-haired Girl’s deathly aura grew stronger. She struggled to walk towards the crowd of sacrificial victims, her steps faltering.
Zero’s Beast Pet had died twenty years ago. She had used a nearby shrub to fashion a walking stick to help her walk. Her feet landed on the sand with a sense of emptiness.
She remembered as a child, she often stole her brother’s “sword” to play with. The “sword” felt similar to this wooden stick in her hand, with a slightly scratchy sensation.
She remembered one time she accidentally broke the “sword” and was so anxious that she secretly cut branches from the Dean’s poplar trees to replace it, causing her brother to be scolded by the Dean.
Brother Tong could have clearly said it was her fault…
Arriving beside the crowd, many looked at her with awe.
She ignored their gazes, which held various emotions, and spoke in a very low voice,
“Does anyone have a phone?”
The people looked at each other, then shook their heads. They had all been captured, and the Ancient God Sect had already checked if anyone had communication devices.
Disappointment flickered in Zero’s eyes. Just as she was about to continue asking the crowd, someone asked her,
“Will we be safe soon?”
“I don’t know.”
Zero thought for a moment. She guessed that her junior would definitely handle everything. She then said softly, “But someone will come to save you. At least for now, you are safe.”
The crowd sighed in relief. “You must be from the Dragon Country official staff, right?”
Zero nodded and said nothing more.
At this moment, someone else asked, “Will we be jailed when we go back?”
Zero glanced at that person, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “It depends on the situation. If they willingly worked for the Ancient God Sect, it’s understandable to be jailed, isn’t it?”
With that, she continued walking, asking about phones.
Finally, she found out—at the central wooden house, there was a public telephone booth, which was a former public facility.
Saying thank you, Zero walked. Under the moonlight, it seemed as if some crow feather attire fluttered from her tattered clothes, turning into fragments of light.
She dragged long bloody trails, passing through the small shrubbery. Several coconut crabs slowly raised their claws, looking up at this figure, as if a meteor had streaked across the night.
Finally, Zero arrived at the phone booth. She stared at the coin slot for a moment, then bent down and, with all her strength, pulled out the money box.
“Clang, clang!!”
There was only one coin in the money box. In this era, very few people used such public telephones…
With a smile, Zero collapsed on the ground, leaning against the phone booth. She dropped the coin and watched it roll back into her hand, then dialed her brother Tong’s number.
“Ring, ring…”
No one answered for a long time…
She fell silent, picked up the coin again, and inserted it. This time, it was the pub’s number.
Doan Bar. The button phone on the table suddenly rang.
Sitting on a small stool, the old man picked up the phone and glanced at the landline number that read “721…3.” He was briefly stunned but answered it anyway…
“Hello, who is this?”
Very few people knew this phone number.
A small, low voice came from the other end of the line: “Mr. Li, how have you been lately?”
Hearing this familiar yet strange voice, the old man froze in place, his mouth slightly agape. For a long time, his voice trembled slightly:
“You’re little Ling? Your brother saved you?”
“Brother Tong, has he come here too…” Ling’s voice was filled with regret and relief:
“Alas, I… may not be able to go back.”
Upon hearing this, the old man immediately replied in a deep voice without a word: “Where are you now? I’ll come pick you up immediately.”
“Mr. Li, I’ve found a very outstanding junior. She’s only at the mid-stage of Battle King, but she can exert power beyond her physical body. You must nurture her well. She might even surpass Brother Tong.”
Ling said with a smile, but did not answer the old man’s question.
Listening to her words, the old man seemed to realize something. His cloudy eyes were rarely red, and he replied softly,
“She is the most talented child in recent years, as talented as Tong. Do you remember Ren? That child you protected, he is also capable of handling things independently now. The Night Watcher you met was once brought by him…”
The old man dared not bet on whether the person was the real Ling, so he did not reveal Su Jiu’s name or identity.
“Ren? That skinny child?”
Ling was somewhat surprised, but then quickly resigned herself to it, laughing playfully as she said, “That child looks very introverted, but he’s actually very gentle when you get to know him. He even confessed his feelings to me secretly before, and I rejected him with a smile…”
The young girl kept talking, and the old man listened silently.
“Mr. Li, I haven’t eaten pig trotters in a long time. Can you stew a pot for me to try if you have the chance?”
Ling leaned against the glass of the phone booth. Under the moonlight, a figure wearing a Cleric’s attire could be seen standing outside the phone booth. The figure held a sharp knife, exuding a chilling aura.
This seemed to be a survivor.
She glanced at the person, ignoring the grinning face, and elegantly hung up the phone. Her gaze turned to the sky, and it seemed as if a meteor fell from her eyes…
The day she became a Night Watcher, she had thought she would die in the field. As a girl, she had always been afraid of that day.
But when she truly faced this day, she didn’t seem that scared anymore.
In her daze, Ling seemed to see her brother, the old man, Ah Xing, Ren, Sister Liuli, and Master Zhuge, all smiling at her…
And also the swordsman in black.
Oh, that was her past self.
The sea of blood had already covered the swordsman’s waist, and time was running out for her.
The Cleric looked at the dying young girl with a triumphant smile. He opened the door of the phone booth, then raised his blade high above the body and stabbed down forcefully.
The blade seemed to cut through the moonlight and the red tide, piercing directly into the blackened heart. Blood splattered everywhere…
The blood stained the crow feather attire even darker. Ling’s eyes slowly lost their luster, and her breathing slowed down. She hugged the wooden stick, as if holding her childhood “sword.”
“You’re very capable, aren’t you…”
The Cleric smiled. He bent down to check if Ling was truly dead. Just as his hand was about to touch Ling’s neck, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck…
“Screech!”
Soon, his vision was filled with blood. In the last second of his consciousness, he saw the young girl slowly release the long stick, and a little blood slid down the stick.
“Drip, drip.”
Opposite her was a headless corpse.
“…”
The moonlight illuminated the place. The White-haired Girl showed a satisfied smile, her eyes slowly closed, and her breathing gradually disappeared. She was too tired, too tired…
