Chapter 158 She Committed Suicide
Chapter 159 She Committed Suicide
From the very beginning, it was a white-hot fierce battle. In this open area, Yonglan and Muge fought relentlessly, each unable to gain the upper hand.
Yonglan couldn’t recall how many slashes he had unleashed or how many rounds he had exchanged with Muge.
He wouldn’t count, for in the midst of this intensely passionate combat, all thought had to be cast aside. There was no time for planning, no space for reminiscing; only instinct and a frenzied exchange.
Slashing! Blocking! Parrying! Dodging! Thrusting!
The momentum of their swords grew fiercer with each strike.
Dazzling movements intertwined between the two, and any slightest mistake would result in a horrific wound.
Perhaps a ripped abdomen, a pierced arm, shattered ribs, or a pummeled shoulder…
But neither Yonglan nor Muge paid any heed to these “minor injuries,” recovering as if they were nothing in the blink of an eye.
The white-haired Champion of the Rushing Wolf murmured ecstatically,
“This place… Ah, I feel myself growing stronger. Is this an illusion?”
“Can’t you feel it yourself?!”
Yonglan deflected Muge’s slash and roared with laughter.
Muge’s skill was truly exquisite, a technique honed at the very brink of life and death, unlike anyone else’s. Every move aimed for the most fatal vital point.
Yonglan had sparred with his other two companions before. Jiali, as a Construct Mage, fought up close more akin to gun kata or dagger combat, not specializing in sword duels. She could only last a few rounds at most.
Enesyin’s style was grand and sweeping, a textbook and orthodox Knight’s combat technique. Yonglan happened to be of the same school. To be honest, he could no longer distinguish whether he had learned the Knight’s techniques from Enesyin, or if he had been the one to pass them down first.
He would consider it his own, after all, Sams felt more like a reenactment of the past rather than true reality.
“Apologies, I truly can’t tell.”
The white-haired wolf girl also burst into laughter, uttering something astonishing:
“Because I can smell your scent, I’m already high. I’m so excited, I could die!”
As expected, Muge’s bloodline was not simple. A direct descendant of the Wolf Emperor… Although not comparable to “Chanters” or “Bloodline” inheritors, she could still be considered a “favored” special bloodline.
“Fu—”
Muge took a step forward, lowering her gaze slightly, crossing her twin blades.
“If that’s the case, then we can try…”
Her figure seemed to fall into a state of stillness, and the sky around them dulled. A low wolf howl echoed.
Yonglan could observe a pair of wolf eyes slowly opening above Muge’s head. Golden tears of blood flowed from those illusory eyes.
Wolf’s Moment
[Extremely accelerates oneself to the point of achieving world-stasis]
[Every part of the blood, flesh, bone, and spirit will converge here, roaring and unleashing a killing blow]
[Wolf of the Wilderness, tear into your prey here, hunting relentlessly even beyond the rifts of the world, at the end of time]
This was Muge’s Talent Artifice. Truth be told, Yonglan had never heard of the Descendants of the Rushing Wolf possessing such an Artifice. It was undoubtedly Muge’s unique Artifice.
As a chosen companion, having such a special trait was a given, no problem.
“L—”
In the next instant, Muge vanished from her original spot, accompanied by the explosive sound of muscles and bones. A guttural wolf howl emanated, and the white-haired wolf descendant moved like a swift mist.
It wasn’t a strike with significant force; it could even be called devoid of impact. Muge seemed to simply pass through him calmly.
However, Yonglan distinctly felt his spirit falter for a moment, an uncontrollable wave of dizziness blacking out his vision.
But Yonglan knew very well that the situation was not that simple. His normally tireless furnace-like heart suddenly felt weak, its beat slow and faint.
“Pfft—”
At that very moment, Muge, who had teleported behind Yonglan, suddenly spat blood and collapsed, dying instantly.
She then dissolved into particles of light and disappeared.
Enesyin: “She committed suicide.”
Jiali crossed her arms. “Don’t you find it strange? The situation just now felt like something big was coming, and then this member of the Rushing Wolf Regiment just charged in and died. Is this a joke?”
Muge’s action might have seemed somewhat inexplicable to onlookers, but Yonglan felt it necessary to salvage some dignity for his new companion:
“You can’t say that. I was almost killed instantly.”
He raised an eyebrow, having already figured out the reason:
“It was a ‘mechanism kill’ after all. A pity that I was still the superior one.”
After a while, Muge, revived from the Sanctuary, wholeheartedly accepted Yonglan’s leadership.
Subsequently, she detailed the situation, including the terms of their Contract, the peculiarities of this Echo Realm, the current battle situation, and… Yonglan’s “suspicious identity.”
At this point, there was no need to hide it deliberately. Yonglan was not accustomed to secrecy; he had always been open and forthright.
“There’s such a thing?!”
Muge did not show much suspicion. During their previous battle, she had already personally experienced the surge of desire in her bloodline. Although the favored blood within the white-haired wolf descendant was not potent, she had unwavering faith in her intuition.
Thus, the wolf girl placed a hand on her chest and exclaimed:
“Although I had some foresight when accepting the invitation, that it would inject vitality into my monotonous life, I never imagined it would be such an honor, such a miracle! It’s just like… just like in the epics!”
Yonglan noticed Muge’s eyes sparkling, her excitement making her speak incoherently.
“Just as the Contract we’ve made stipulates. However, in return, you must give your all in the dream. You’ve arrived at a good time; we need more hands recently.”
Then, Yonglan proceeded from the Sanctuary to the frontline base, preparing to resume his role as a firefighter.
However, the battle situation was not as intense and urgent as Yonglan had predicted.
Luqia shook her head. “Everything is normal. There have been very few attacks recently… To be precise, there haven’t been any since last week.”
Yonglan: “Hmm? That’s strange. Have the Savage Beasts become scarce?”
“Not at all. The Savage Beasts seem to be fighting with other Fiend Kin, Dragon Beasts from the Land of Flying Embers.”
As Luqia said this, she subtly glanced at Enesyin.
Ah, he’d forgotten about that.
Fiends fight among themselves, and their conflicts are often far more intense than any other. All the Celestial Gods who have fallen, aside from the Mirror-Corroding Duke whom Yonglan slew, were a result of Fiend infighting.
But after playing Sams for so long, Yonglan had rarely witnessed conflicts between Fiend Kin.
