Chapter 139: The 136th Chapter – The Kisiliv Army
My butt is burning hot.
Jima stared at George; this guy has no sense of guilt whatsoever, and he skillfully spanks his own butt, experienced beyond measure.
Wait until I backstab you and obtain the fragments of the Demon King’s crown. I want to see you cry like a fool then. At that time, let’s see if you still dare to spank me!
George looked at Jima and asked, “Jima, why are you smiling so happily?”
“Ahahaha, seeing you makes me very happy.”
George’s expression was somewhat strange as he asked, “You don’t happen to have that kind of hobby like Frostleaf, do you?”
“How is that possible?” Jima immediately distanced herself from the potential pervert Frostleaf: “I am healthy in body and mind!”
“That’s a lie.”
“Okay, fine, I got shot in the back.” Jima said, “The fridge healed my wound but left the bullet in my flesh. But overall, I am still very healthy, especially in spirit.”
Ten minutes later.
Jenna shook her head at Jima, who was lying on the hospital bed, and said, “Your spiritual wound is beyond saving. I mean, even restraint is difficult.”
“Impossible, I feel completely normal, extremely normal.”
“That means you’ve already passed the resistance stage.”
“Have I reached the healing stage?”
“You’ve reached the hopeless stage.” Jenna made an analogy: “It’s like a city being attacked by evil enemies. If the city shows no resistance, it means it has already fallen, which means…”
Jenna’s sympathetic gaze made Jima feel alarmed, and she asked, “Say it; I can undergo surgery without anesthesia.”
Jenna said in a very professional and assertive tone, “You are very likely, I say likely, half-crazy right now.”
Jima found it hard to accept, her mouth opened, but seeing Jenna’s expression, she couldn’t speak.
She couldn’t help but grab Jenna’s hand tightly: “Sister Jenna, think of a way quickly.”
“After this expedition is over, go get healed immediately, Jima. You should not avoid your past anymore; we are all family.”
Family? If I say it, isn’t it likely that a family will immediately turn into a family of enemies?
Jima responded perfunctorily: “Alright, alright, alright.”
“By the way, you still have a surgery to perform.” Saint Jenna skillfully pulled out a shiny scalpel and asked, “Do you want to have the surgery done without anesthesia directly?”
The enchanted scalpel flashed with a glimmer.
“Uh, uh, what about anesthesia?”
Saint Jenna looked at Jima with a somewhat strange expression: “I’ve used up a lot these past few days. It takes an hour to prepare. Should I prepare it now?”
“Of course not.” Jima said: “I’ve been through it twice.”
“A few hours ago, you stood up to undergo surgery; it truly refreshed my understanding.” Saint Jenna admired: “This calmness, I’ve only seen in George.”
That was just because I was busy arguing with George, distracting myself.
In the next fifteen minutes, Jima refreshed Jenna’s understanding again with her high-pitched scream.
Jima walked out of the temporary operating room, still supported by Jenna, who was pale.
As soon as they exited, they saw Eve Frostleaf covering her ears with both hands while George was at the door talking with the butcher, Hochtrick, and next to him, the bard Felix looked dejected, his face dark like a dead person.
The butcher Hochtrick had a sunny smile on his face, a smile that represented the long-awaited satisfaction finally to be met.
“I’m so glad to see you, my good partner,” Hochtrick said. “How about it? Are you ready to generously embrace death with me? This way, my poet will also mention you in his poems.”
“No need,” George said. “We still have a meeting to attend.”
“Another meeting? After the meeting, remember to find me so we can pursue a glorious death together.”
Hochtrick waved goodbye, dragging the bard Felix, whose face was marked with “I don’t want to die yet.”
Hearing about the meeting, Jima, who had just undergone surgery, suddenly felt that her time was short, that her life was hanging by a thread.
Meetings were painful because they forced everyone to view the harsh reality of their disastrous breakthrough with rational eyes.
Jima shared the information, and everyone reached a conclusion: as long as they remained vigilant against the ratmen, they had no chance of breaking through.
Once this conclusion was stated, everyone fell silent.
At this moment, a blast from the dimensional stone bomb echoed outside; that was the sound of ratmen collapsing tunnels.
This sound represented that they were greatly falling behind in this crown fragment chase.
Not only were they falling behind, but people could also die and be eliminated.
Jima looked at the silent crowd and shifted her gaze to George, who was deep in thought, his posture straight. Jima felt an unexpected twinge of sympathy; this kid, who had always sailed smoothly like a dragon since childhood, might have never encountered such despair before.
What could he be thinking about? Perhaps about the dreams he was chasing. His title of hero and holy sword were both gone. This task could be said to be his last hope. But now, in the crown fragment chase, it seemed he was about to be eliminated.
Perhaps, not obtaining the crown fragment was a good thing after all.
Jima felt that the future wasn’t entirely bleak.
“Gentlemen,” George broke the silence, “we must discuss this harsh topic; we cannot allow everyone to break through. Only those with flying abilities can break through. The rest must stay in Duolong City to fight the ratmen to the death.”
As soon as he said this, the entire simple room fell even quieter. The air was filled with the smell of medicine, blood, and burnt flesh.
Jima felt a bit restless; she could sense that everyone was subconsciously avoiding this topic.
But as the captain, George had to face this harsh reality directly. He looked at Jima and said:
“Jima, you can fly, Eve Frostleaf can float; you can fly with her directly over the ratmen army. I hope you two can find Beowulf and assist him in chasing the crown fragment.”
In a city on the brink of falling, the last hero, George, wielded a giant sword, fighting enemies while injured. And I stood beside him, joining him in life and death with the city.
Thinking of this, Saint Jenna couldn’t help but feel a yearning and immediately agreed:
“George is right; the two of you can fly across half of Kisiliv, making it easy to break through.”
“You are right.” Jima said, “But who is Beowulf? I don’t remember him.”
George replied, “The current hero.”
“Oh, the one who took your holy sword?”
“To be precise, the holy sword belongs to the sanctum; it’s public property.”
“Alright, now I know who Beowulf is.” Jima shrugged: “But I still want to say, who is he? Why should I listen to him?”
“Jima, this is my wish; you only need to assist him, not obey his orders.”
“What does that have to do with you? Even if you kneel down and beg me for the sake of the people of the world, I wouldn’t do it.” Jima said, “I just can’t stand him; who does he think he is? Let me put it this way: after I break through, as long as you die, I’ll just pack my things and leave.”
George said, “Don’t be willful; he is currently the one most likely to grab the crown fragment… the hero.”
Jima shook her head: “What does it matter if he’s a hero or not? Just because he took the holy sword, does that make him a hero? The Demon King, Jima, could be considered a great hero as well; he had a close encounter with the holy sword.”
“In my eyes, there is only one hero.”
George felt a warmth in his heart.
Eve Frostleaf said, “Unfortunately, regardless of the circumstances, we must now discuss a suitable candidate. My opinion is, Jima should leave with Jenna; that way, we can have one diamond and one platinum to greatly help in saving the world. Jenna, don’t you think so?”
“Yes, but…” Jenna’s vision of sharing life and death was shattered. In her anxiousness, she sought reasons and paused for quite a while.
Eve Frostleaf slowly spoke: “Besides Jima, I have the best chance of escaping.”
How cunning.
If she really wanted to escape, Jima would prefer to stay with the silly and sweet Jenna.
Eve Frostleaf must have considered this point too.
She calculated well, but I don’t agree.
“But what about George?” Jima said. “He is the strongest among the four of us; wouldn’t it be better if I carried him out?”
But George shook his head and said, “As the captain, how could I leave a teammate in a dangerous city? Moreover, if you take me out, I can’t be in heavy armor; if intercepted, it will be easy to fail. As for the most likely to escape, it’s still you and Frostleaf.”
They were momentarily stuck in a stalemate.
Jenna quietly asked, “What if Jima took everyone out by herself?”
Jima shook her head: “It’s not like riding a horse; the ratmen will surely hunt down those who escape. Even if I take someone with me, I can’t guarantee they will make it out.”
After a while of discussion, no one could persuade anyone else, and Jima felt very weak and mentally exhausted. She sighed: “If only we had a cavalry.”
“Go take a rest first,” George said. “If we still can’t reach a consensus, Jima and Frostleaf should retreat first.”
Outside, the sound of the doomsday bell rang, followed by the rumbling of the city walls, and along with it crumbled the last bit of security in people’s hearts.
George immediately stood up and said, “Jima, you rest first and scout in your dreams. I’ll go provide support.”
“Okay.”
Jima curled up on the bed she had laid out on the floor and soon fell asleep. Before she fell into a dream, the fading image of George leaving appeared before her eyes. Was that possibly the last time she would see him?
She thought to herself and hugged herself tighter.
In the haze, Jima vaguely heard the sound of a flock of birds flapping their wings. This mixed sound suddenly had meaning in her ears; in short, she could understand it.
“Do you accept my blessing, chosen one?”
Blessing, chosen.
These two words greatly stimulated Jima, and she became alert. She opened her eyes and looked around cautiously.
The surrounding environment was composed of black and white, precisely like a dream.
Once she confirmed it was safe, Jima recalled what had just happened.
Without a doubt, the Lord of Transformation was watching her, wanting to develop her into the chosen one. But Jima felt no happiness; having the Lord of Transformation visit her in this dire situation must be a scheme.
However, becoming the chosen one of the Lord of Transformation would surely grant her the ability to receive blessings, which matched well with her profession.
Inside Jima, the desire for power surged, but she held it back. She planned that if she were to accept the Lord of Transformation’s blessing, she must inform George, to avoid falling for some old-fashioned scheme to create discord.
She took off, her figure passing through the rooftop, flying over Duolong City. The city beneath her was silent, contrary to the “bustling” reality.
But probably just a few days later, Duolong City would be as dead silent as it was in the dream.
Outside Duolong City, she saw some siege equipment, along with the doomsday bell, shrouded in mist.
Jima could feel the ratmen guarding the doomsday bell, unable to cause any trouble through dreams.
However, the ratmen army wasn’t anything worth watching; there wasn’t a single rat in the dream, as no one was asleep, and there was nothing to scout.
Jima simply flew directly, passing through the ground, soaring to the surface. After flying for about ten minutes, the darkness before her disappeared. She looked up to see the starry night sky in the dream and lowered her head to find herself in a valley filled with dream balloons emitting a soft glow.
Moreover, there was a faint glow of mist protecting the core area, and Jima could sense its rejection towards her.
It was an army, a magically protected army.
Jima fixed her gaze on a dream balloon on the edge, probing into the other’s dreams, distorting his dream so he would dream of what he saw in daylight.
In his dream, Jima saw red wings, the wings of a winged knight, and she also saw a giant bear.
It was the army of Kisiliv.
