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The short sword was exquisitely crafted, its blade slender and sharp, the edge gleaming with a chilling silver light. 'a' gripped the hilt firmly and pointed the short sword at the helpless Walter Yang on the ground.

Walter Young was utterly exhausted, having lost all strength to resist. His consciousness began to fade, but his eyes remained fixed on the 'a' before him, burning with endless resentment.

Once Celine leaves with Benares, the entire world may be dragged into a deeper and more terrifying vortex of crisis.

However, at this moment, he had lost even the strength to stand up. Not only that, but he was about to die tragically at the hands of someone whose name he didn't even know.

"Who...who are you?" Walter used his last bit of strength to squeeze out these words through gritted teeth, his eyes fixed on the mysterious man before him.

Hearing Walter's question, 'a' tilted her head slightly, a contemptuous smile playing on her lips. "Me... I'm just an outsider."

'a' chuckled softly, her tone as relaxed as if she were discussing a trivial matter, "Everything I've done is simply to ensure that my plan can proceed without any obstacles."

Having said that, 'a' said no more, slowly raising his right hand that was holding the silver-white short sword. The sharp blade gleamed with a chilling light, pointing straight at Walter Yang's chest.

Just as the fatal blow was about to land, something unexpected happened. A thick, black liquid suddenly gushed from Walter's chest.

It gushed forth like a fountain, spreading rapidly to form a strange shield that tightly enveloped Walter, wedging the short sword in 'a's hand inside.

"What is this? Mr. Walter, I never expected you to have such a hidden trick up your sleeve." Upon seeing the current situation, 'a' showed no sign of annoyance at all, but instead chuckled lightly.

Laughter echoed in the air, carrying a provocative tone. "It seems unlikely that we'll be able to get rid of you today."

Just then, as Walter Young was pondering why the man before him would say such a thing, a clear and loud female voice came from afar—"Judas, unfold!"

With that shout, several javelins, gleaming with a dazzling golden light, hurtled toward 'a' at an astonishing speed, like lightning.

'a' noticed the approaching javelins and raised an eyebrow slightly. His previously empty right hand instantly gripped an extremely sharp short sword.

He then swiftly brandished his short sword, the blade tracing dazzling arcs in the air.

In an instant, the javelin and the short sword collided violently, producing a series of deafening metallic clangs. At the same time, countless dazzling golden sparks burst forth from the point of impact.

In the next second, all the javelins that had been so menacing were thrown away by the powerful impact and scattered far and wide on the ground.

However, despite this, 'a' suffered a minor injury for the first time. But the former completely disregarded this injury, not even glancing at it.

"This is really troublesome! I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly." 'a' shook her head slightly and muttered to herself.

As he spoke, his gaze, hidden behind the mask, was like two cold, sharp glints, firmly fixed on Theresa and Siegfried, who had just appeared on the other side of the battlefield. Finally, he added with a touch of admiration, "Truly worthy of being the user of Judah."

"For Theresa's sake, I'll temporarily set aside my intention to attack the First Herrscher." With that, 'a' slowly turned around.

Then he bowed slightly and solemnly gave them a deep bow. "Everyone, may our friendship endure forever; we'll meet again someday!"

As the last word fell, several feathers shimmering with golden light suddenly floated around 'a's body.

Then, something astonishing happened—'a's figure gradually became blurred, like water vapor evaporated by the scorching sun, and finally disappeared completely from its original spot in the blink of an eye, as if it had never existed at all.

"Tch, that guy's pretty fast! He always manages to slip away like that, what an infuriating bastard!" Siegfried muttered angrily, staring at the spot where 'a' had disappeared.

As he spoke, he reluctantly put the Skyfire into its holster, while continuing to vent his dissatisfaction.

"If I ever run into him again, I definitely won't let that despicable guy get away with it so easily. I'll teach him a lesson he won't forget..."

However, before Siegfried could finish his harsh words, he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his head. "Ouch!" He instinctively reached up to cover his head, turned around, and found Theresa standing behind him, looking furious.

He was holding a wooden stick he'd found somewhere. "What the hell?! Stop trying to look cool here, okay?"

"Isn't the most important thing right now to hurry over and check on Mr. Walter's condition?!" Theresa glared at Siegfried and shouted.

"Ah, right, right, right!" With Theresa's forceful strike, Siegfried jolted as if waking from a dream, finally snapping out of his astonishment. He then frantically ran towards the direction where Walter was.

Walter's condition at this moment was extremely bad; he was like a candle flickering in a storm, on the verge of being extinguished at any moment. His once handsome face was now completely bloodless, frighteningly pale, like a blank sheet of paper.

"Hey, you, can you still hold on?" Siegfried rushed to Walter Young's side. When he saw that the man in front of him was covered in blood, especially the streaks of bright red blood constantly seeping from the corner of his mouth, his heart clenched instantly.

"I...I'm...okay..." Walter endured the excruciating pain in his body and managed to lift his head slightly with great difficulty. He wanted to give Siegfried, who was extremely anxious, a reassuring smile, but it seemed so forced.

The instant his gaze met Siegfried's, it was filled with endless helplessness. He had once been confident that his own strength was enough to protect the world.

He wanted to protect all things in the world from the erosion of decay, but cruel reality ruthlessly shattered his beautiful illusions. The current situation is beyond his control, and it seems that all his efforts have been in vain.

Standing to the side, Theresa began to carefully examine Walter's injuries in an orderly manner. Her brows furrowed tightly, and her expression grew increasingly serious.

The more she examined him, the more clearly she felt that Walter's once vibrant life force was slowly slipping away, like fine sand in an hourglass, gradually sliding towards the end of his life.

"Don't let him speak yet, Siegfried! Take Mr. Walter back to the Tower of Babel! Time is of the essence, we can't afford to waste a single moment!" Theresa shouted anxiously at Siegfried.

“I understand!” Siegfried was about to help Walter Young up when Theresa said this. However, before he could make a move, Walter Young gently pushed him away.

The latter slowly shook his head and said weakly, "No need, I know my own situation better than anyone."

After saying this, Walter Young paused briefly, seemingly gathering his remaining strength. He then continued.

"This body is already beyond its limits. Even if it manages to survive, it's powerless to continue fighting against the Honkai. Siegfried, do you still remember the favor you owe me...?"

Upon hearing this, Siegfried couldn't help but raise his head and gaze at the vast, boundless Siberian sky. The cold wind howled past, ruffling his hair, but his gaze never left the horizon.

"Don't worry, I understand what you mean. If I want to repay this favor, I will do my utmost to protect this world in your place..."

Siegfried's words echoed in the air like a vow, while Walter Young listened quietly.

Finally, after a moment of silence, Walter Young murmured, "At least in the last moments of my life, let me leave peacefully..." As he finished speaking, he slowly closed his eyes.

However, at that moment, something unexpected happened. The black symbiote that had just disappeared reappeared before everyone's eyes!

"This is... Chenyuan's?" Theresa recognized the strange object at a glance. After all, she had witnessed this thing countless times during her time living with Chenyuan.

Immediately afterward, under the watchful eyes of Siegfried and Theresa, the symbiote slowly climbed up Walter Young's body until it completely covered him.

In an instant, a startling scene unfolded! Accompanied by a deep and powerful "thump—" sound.

Walter Young's heartbeat, which had been almost imperceptible, suddenly began to beat strongly again, like a beacon being lit.

“Thump, thump... thump…” As the rhythmic heartbeat echoed throughout the space, Walter Yang’s originally pale and bloodless face began to gradually blush at a visible speed.

"What... what is going on?" Despite still being seriously injured, Walter Young keenly sensed the astonishing changes taking place in his body.

This feeling was both strange and familiar to him. Although his injuries were still serious, it was completely different from the despair he had felt when he was on the verge of death.

"Don't be nervous, it's just a little gadget. But once you understand its purpose, believe me, you'll thank me!"

At this moment, Chen Yuan's words came to mind, and Walter Yang shook his head, his brows furrowing. 'What...what exactly do you want to do?'

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