Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

"Sharp?!"

This strange feeling sent chills down Naya's spine, and the hairs on her body stood on end uncontrollably. This caused her to instinctively call out her lover's name.

Naya caught the faint heartbeat and the unrestrained release of flowing energy.

This was not her own reaction, but rather a broader and more nuanced sensory feedback from Lefebvre.

It's not far from here... near the city center...

Thinking of this, Naya frowned and rubbed her left knee, which had long been aggravated by injury. It was a wound left from the intense battle caused by the excessive use of Stream Energy while she was under Lefie's control... but she had no time to worry about it now.

Do not......

Naya opened the wardrobe door and pushed aside a row of clothes used for concealment, revealing the light armor at the very back.

"Are you really going? With your barely alive state?"

The cold wind blowing in through the large hole in the living room window carried Lefie's voice. Now, she acted as if it were none of her business, putting on an air of indifference, as if these people were all newcomers. After all, she had already made a high-profile "visit" here before Mus arrived in Deep City.

“Even though I’m not in good shape right now, there are some things I have to do—” Naya took out her armor, mobilized the last of her Radiant Energy, and performed a small self-repair.

"So confident? Aren't you afraid I'll take advantage of your distraction during the fight and regain control of your body?" These words sounded threatening, but Naya knew in her heart that it was just Lefie being stubborn.

Perhaps Naya once knew nothing about this hot-tempered high priest, but now she could see right through him, as if he were being dissected into her own body.

There is no doubt that Anar Lefebvre is trembling with fear.

“Mus also pressured you. I saw those things clearly in you. You are anxious, Lefève, you are very scared now.”

"..." Hearing her say that, Lefie scoffed. She didn't even want to continue with her usual rebuttal.

"Stop with the nonsense, Naya. I hate you, so I'll cheer when you get beaten up by Mus." She stated calmly.

“I don’t expect you to help me with anything.” As they talked, Naya changed back into the light armor she hadn’t worn since being controlled by Lefie. Although most of her divine power remained in Mavia’s true knight’s heavy armor, the one Sharp currently possessed, Naya didn’t care much about that anymore.

Naya stretched her injured left leg and found the longsword her sister hadn't taken with her before she left. For some reason, Naling hadn't been able to get it to cross the wormhole and return to her side.

Naya's fingertips traced the sharp blade, and at the same time, a faint stream of energy flowed up her fingers and climbed onto the sword.

As energy was injected, the sword gradually brightened, reflecting the girl's face, which was filled with hatred for evil.

Below the wormhole.

"Bang!"

"Uh-huh——"

Sharp was violently slashed away by Mus once again, and the Blood Robe slipped from his grasp before it could exert its full power.

Mus's greatsword dissolved into a pool of liquid, then reformed into an even sharper shape, its tip aimed directly at the fallen Naling. Just as he was about to pierce her heart, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly rang out: "Whoosh—"

A spear flew out of the dark wormhole, striking the greatsword that Mus was about to swing down. It then flew back in an arc, landing precisely in its original owner's hand.

Yeman slowly plummeted down the wormhole, her body covered in gruesome wounds and stained with blood. With her last bit of strength, she landed behind Mus.

"No...you are not allowed...to touch her!" Ye Man'er squeezed out these words through gritted teeth.

When Sharp saw Yeman's hands, which were holding the spear, trembling violently, the hope that had been burning in his heart instantly cooled down.

"Why do this, Yeman? Does she deserve this treatment? Or... like master, like disciple?" Mus said as he quickened his pace toward Yeman, the liquid on his sword flowing even faster.

“You’re the one who taught her the most, Mus, why don’t you tell her what’s right and wrong?” Yeman tried her best to parry Mus’s attacks, but the spear in her hand was no match for the liquid weapon. The molten steel pierced through the spear and struck Yeman’s shoulder with a heavy blow. Her knight’s armor also shattered completely at the shoulder.

Sharp quickly bent down and grabbed the blood-stained robe that had fallen to the ground. Gripping the hilt of his sword, he aimed at Mus's back—the red-hot blade hurtled towards Mus, each swing carrying the heat of flames, leaving deep and shallow marks on Mus's armor.

Can't be pierced?

Seeing this, Mus suddenly raised his leg, his leg muscles tensing. A powerful front kick shot straight at Yeman. Before he could react, Yeman's body flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground some distance away. Undeterred, he stretched out his arm and actually grabbed Sharp's wildly swung blood-red robe with his bare hands. A powerful resistance came from the hilt of the sword, seemingly about to throw Sharp to the ground.

"Has no one taught you how to use this sword?" With that, Mus displayed the terrifying strength of a Deer Clan member. With just one hand, he easily pried Sharp's grip on the sword from his two-handed position. He then used his helmeted head to slam Sharp to the ground.

In mid-air, he endured the pain and dizziness, using the momentum to skillfully roll to the side, narrowly avoiding Mus's subsequent strike. The moving blade almost grazed his nose, just centimeters away from cleaving his face in two.

At that moment, the blood-red robe in his hand was forced to miss its target due to the violent collision and embedded itself deeply in the concrete ground beside him.

Mus kicked it far away and charged at Sharp again.

Their indestructible bodies smashed through layers of bricks and mortar, crashing into a ruined office building before coming to a stop. Glass panes were blown onto the sidewalk by the force of the impact. Mus's impact was as powerful as a torpedo, sending Sharp flying nearly half a floor before finally coming to a stop.

Sharp looked up and saw Mus standing by the large hole that had just been opened in the building, his eyes filled with resentment through his helmet.

“It’s time to say goodbye, Sharp,” Mus said with a smile.

Having run out of ammunition and supplies, Sharp did not intend to sit idly by and wait for death. He tried his best to find anything he could pick up to use as a weapon to fight back.

At least I must be worthy of this armor—

He kicked a table at Muses, then lunged at his waist as the latter assumed a defensive stance, carrying Muses through the wall and plummeting down the building. Amidst their screams, they crashed onto the deserted asphalt. Upon landing, Muses grabbed Sharp by the hair and hurled him into the air. Sharp desperately maintained his luminous energy's resistance to gravity, creating distance between himself and Muses, hoping to hold out until the very end.

He looked down at the crazed deer-tribe general, watching him use his energy to leap onto the side of a skyscraper, flying towards him at incredible speed. They entangled in mid-air, then lost control.

After sweeping everything off the rooftop, Sharp was knocked into a corner. Staring at the rooftop wall that had been pushed down by his own impact and his half-body hanging on the edge, Sharp struggled to get up for a long time.

Moose landed angrily, taking heavy steps to Sharp's side.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" Sharp was choked and hung from a height of several dozen stories.

“I’ve fought my whole life, with my own people and with outsiders,” Mus said. “Since I became the executor of this violence, no one has been able to judge me.” He sneered at Sharp, his opponent, his voice revealing pity for the weak. At the same time, the force in his hands grew even stronger.

"Die from a fall? Or suffocate? You choose—"

Sharp's eyes were bloodshot, and he was scratching his arm, unable to utter a single word.

……

abyss.

Serafina stood on the ruins of the Deer Cave, gazing through the wormhole at the human fleet that was beginning to take shape at sea.

The golden antlers hovered above her head, seemingly restless. Sensing this, Serafina seized the bobbing antlers. Through them, the Queen's lips curled into a wide smile.

The remaining eight Templar Knights gathered before her, waiting for Serafina to utter those two words.

Fighter jets took off, and swarms of long-range missiles bombarded the direction of the wormhole.

Just like more than a decade ago. At that time, young Serafina witnessed this scene unfold in the royal palace, and also saw her parents and relatives fleeing in panic.

They avoid war, indulge in pleasure, and quarrel endlessly over the succession to the throne.

Humiliation, humiliation.

Therefore, in the later stages of the War of Heaven and Earth, she feigned submission and then used the Golden Deer Antler to take advantage of the chaos to slaughter the remaining members of the royal family, including her own parents, brothers, and other members of the ruling family.

When the Royal Guard, which belonged to the old royal family, discovered this, they did not immediately try Serafina, but instead took her to the Knights Templar, which was only one rank lower than the royal family at the time.

Then Serafina met Mus, who was then leading the knights...

"Hide your tracks from them first, and when you return from the outside world, they will surely praise you as king."

Then, Serafina concealed her identity and drifted all the way to Shenzhen. There she encountered the Sunset Group, which was at the height of its power at the time.

"Mom, you're so tall!" An Han's childish voice restored Serafina's last remaining memories, but she never expected that this girl, whom she had just adopted casually, would become her greatest weakness.

She orchestrated a scheme to make her believe she was dead, intending to completely destroy the Sunset Group. From that moment on, Serafina altered Anhan's life, a life she could have healed herself. She gave her hope, then personally pushed her into the abyss.

From beginning to end, all you've ever done is try to reclaim the dignity of this nation, haven't you?

When her daughter's smiling face appeared before her, Serafina was momentarily stunned, but she accepted the royal armor that Wu Qiancheng had presented to her.

The entire abyss was raising its arms in celebration of her name, and these fanatical subjects were eager to move into their new home.

Serafina coldly took out her daughter's photo, held it in her hands, and looked at it repeatedly.

Having been observing the Queen's reaction, Yi Tong lowered her head somewhat guiltily. Fanny beside her was not as enthusiastic as she had imagined; instead, she closed her eyes with a sense of relief.

There's going to be a war.

"Hula-"

An Han's photo suddenly burst into flames in her palm. Serafina's eyes reddened, and she held the ever-burning fireball, scattering it into the abyss.

"Don't let those things take me away."

"There's nothing left to try."

Have I disappointed you?

"But I'm fully prepared."

Having relinquished her last weakness, Serafina donned her gleaming armor. She raised the helmet above her head and slowly slipped it on.

She also covered up the tears that were about to fall.

"Go into battle," she commanded.

Through the helmet, all that could be seen of Serafina Elafaya were her sharp eyes…