It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

She vaguely sensed that Saint Qili wasn't as simple as she had initially let on, so she chose the safest approach.

Before running far, Bai Lin saw a very conspicuous head of bright red hair that was also bright in the dark. Miyu was standing on the edge of the shock and seemed to be about to be affected. Bai Lin rushed over and picked up Miyu, while holding her, he shouted in a somewhat impatient tone,

"What are you doing? Next time you encounter something dangerous like this, don't come near me. Be smart and stay away!"

The tone that sounded like a reprimand echoed in Miyu's ears. Judging from her past performance, even when faced with Bai Lin's attitude, Miyu, who was already accustomed to it, always greeted him with a smile and responded positively.

Chapter 532 Who Are You Calling Sister?

But this time, Mi Yu rarely responded to Bai Lin's words. She opened her mouth slightly and said to the front, which was behind Bai Lin,

"elder sister?"

It was like the ravings of a dream, vague and full of psychedelic feeling, coming out of Miyu's mouth. Bai Lin thought Miyu wanted to say something at first, and turned his head slightly to look at the little wolf girl in his arms, but he saw the other's eyes, like a hollow puppet, without any life.

She stared blankly into the distance ahead of her. This was the first time Bai Lin had seen such a look in Miyuki, in this wolf girl who radiated vitality and cuteness 24 hours a day. Those fixed eyes, as if possessed, stared at the center of the spiral, and her own pupils, like the spiral, continued to fall deeper and deeper into the abyss...

"Yayu, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

Bai Lin, knowing that something was wrong, shouted a few words. Mi Yu suddenly jolted backwards, shuddered, and then shook her head vigorously, as if she was trying to get rid of the tingling in her nose after sneezing. She blinked, looked at Bai Lin, and said in confusion,

"Here... eh? I was just sleeping in the tent. What's going on? This is so scary."

"You know it's scary, but you still come to see it, right? Okay, I'm glad you're okay. This distance is about right now."

Bai Lin stretched out her hand and put Miyu's body down. She took off her cloak and put it on Miyu's body without caring whether it was the right size or not. Then she said,

"I've encountered enemies, so I need you to find a safe place to stay. Although it's safe here for now, this sea of ​​flowers might be completely destroyed in a while. Do you remember the way we came here? I've cleared out most of the monsters on the road, and your cloak can conceal your presence, making your journey smoother. Follow that road back to the Happy Ghosts' City That Never Sleeps, and I'll pick you up tomorrow."

This was the first time that Bai Lin called herself sister in front of Mi Yu and comforted her with a gentle and caring tone.

"Come on, you can do it. The enemy is too powerful, and I can't stay by your side to protect you. So please leave here and find a place to hide for a while, okay?"

Xiao Miyu blinked her innocent eyes, she looked at Bai Lin with a gentle expression, and read the seriousness in the eyes of this big sister. So she nodded in front of Bai Lin in a well-behaved and sensible manner, and then replied in her usual lively tone,

"No problem! I will definitely stay there and wait for my sister to pick me up!"

Bai Lin smiled faintly, placing her hand on Miyu's head and stroking it twice. Just as she was about to say something else, a sharp attack struck her. She quickly turned around, raising her hand to block the attack. The sound of weapons clashing suddenly rang out. Sheng Qili had unknowingly produced a scimitar in his hand. It collided with Bai Lin's shield, and even Bai Lin's strength was insufficient to push the blade back, and she gradually fell into a disadvantage.

"Hurry up, Miyuki!"

She shouted, tilted her body slightly, and thrust out the machete in her hand, trying to force the enemy back. Although Sheng Qili retreated for a moment, she turned the blade to the side of her body with one hand and then, with the speed of her backhand, slashed directly at the knife in Bai Lin's hand.

The fragile blade of the machete was struck directly, and Bai Lin felt a sudden tingling sensation. She repeatedly pulled back, dodging the enemy's blows that seemed to be aimed at chopping her hand, completely immersed in blocking. Seeing Bai Lin's move, the enemy also switched to a two-handed grip and slashed at her like a storm.

Seeing such a scene at such a close distance, Mi Yu first looked at Sheng Qili in shock for a moment, and then quickly evacuated the scene amid Bai Lin's shouting and cursing.

The long sword in Sheng Qili's hand, like the spear before, exuded a sacred aura. It had a thin blade like a katana, and was approximately 1.23 meters long. However, like Bai Lin's nodachi, it lacked a standard hilt. Furthermore, its curvature was more straight, and the width between the blade and the tip was also straighter.

Furthermore, the blade's design was rather bizarre. On the blade's back, feather-like weights grew like crystals. These soft feathers clung to the ferocious blade, creating a strange yet unobtrusive image.

This long sword certainly has its own corresponding story, and that is the feathered wolf under the throne of God.

Wolves are naturally social creatures, but strong wolves tend not to congregate in large groups, usually forming small colonies of seven or fewer. As the number of wolves grows, weaker ones naturally emerge within the pack, the so-called laggards. These wolves often become prey for the stronger wolves, as a wolf pack will not tolerate a laggard among its ranks.

No matter how small the settlement, there is always a wolf king. When the wolf pack travels through the snow, they take turns walking in front, clearing the way for the wolves behind them. The wolf king stands at the forefront of the process. Because of this, wolf kings receive priority for food and women. They pay the most and are the strongest wolves in the pack, which is why they receive the wild team.

If anyone doubts the Wolf King's ability, any wolf can challenge him to a duel. The winner will become the new king, while the loser will become the Wolf King's food for the night.

Wolf society is a society where strength reigns supreme. It's so primitive, so bloody, yet so simple. Most people perceive wolves as a brutal, cruel race, and this is not without reason. While a single wolf's fighting power is often comparable to that of a human male, if one is provoked, every wolf in the pack of similar strength will pounce. While weak in the wild, these animals are united by this primitive social bond, becoming a species that many fear.

In such a race, there is probably no kindness at all. They are tempered from birth to develop this kind of social character.

Chapter 533 Wolf and Dove

But what if it was a wolf adopted by a kind dove?

Just like the Spartan way of raising children, when wolf cubs are born, any unhealthy cubs are likely to be abandoned, with the abandonment rate exceeding 60%. To be able to withstand such a social culture, wolves must be strong enough.

The protagonist of this story is an abandoned pawn, an ordinary abandoned pawn among thousands of abandoned pawns.

That day, on a snowy peak shrouded in a freezing cold wind, a not-so-ordinary pigeon felt a pity for the dog-like cub, which was about to freeze to death in the snow. Her dull mind even suppressed her animal instincts, failing to recognize the slight scent of blood that the wolf carried. Instead, she joyfully took the cub home and raised it.

The wolf cubs were not born with such a bloodthirsty nature, but wolves loved to bully gentle creatures like pigeons. After all, pigeons also flocked together like sheep, had white, soft bodies like sheep, and were as stupid as sheep, except that they often flew in the sky and were difficult to catch.

With such a close proximity, the wolf cub naturally tried to use its claws from time to time, but was quickly tamed by the mature pigeon. Aside from a certain amount of breastfeeding, the wolf cub was raised on a mostly vegetarian diet.

The pigeon raised a docile wolf and lived a peaceful life with the sullen wolf. One day, a passing wolf pack surrounded the wolf and attacked the hairless, small domestic wolf. When the pigeon arrived, the wolf cub was already dying.

The pigeons drove off the wolves, but the moment they sniffed the blood on the wolf cubs, they realized that training wolves the way they train pigeons was wrong. From that day on, the wolf cubs faced trials even more rigorous than those they had faced in their training. The warmth between them had completely vanished.

As the pigeon grew older, the wolf cub, just as she had taught him, dealt with the old creature. As the warm blood flowed between his fingers, as the pigeon's tender, crimson eyes met his, he wept. The cold liquid trickled down his cheeks, but he didn't know what it meant.

Because in the wolf society, this kind of emotion does not exist, this is what the pigeon told him himself.

According to the pigeon, the wolf found a pack and, after enduring battles and hardships, became its king. He continually invaded other packs, becoming the master of his own territory. His claws were stained with countless blood, but he never found the moment that had brought such a thrill to his heart. At the peak of his life, he vanished, becoming a mere legend.

The wolf cub, no longer a wolf cub, returned to the dovecote, now devoid of pigeons. He sat in the seat that no longer held him, reminiscing about the past. Suddenly, a small booklet fell from above, hitting the legendary wolf on the head. He snatched it up and saw that it was filled with handwritten notes, the gentle whispers hidden in the pigeon's heart over the years.

She could bravely devote herself to the child she had adopted, but ultimately, she felt heartache, so she used this to vent her inner nature. She should have burned it, but pigeons are naturally dull, and as they age, they become even more forgetful. The intermittent days on the paper also show the pigeon's aging process, and each stroke seems to evoke a glimpse into the past.

Those words finally melted the wolf's still frozen heart. He received the heart given by the dove, understood what love was, and felt something that the other wolves had never experienced.

Must a wolf's life be one in which to abandon emotion? Which, the laws of life or emotions, is more weighty and necessary? In his grief, the wolf plunged himself into asceticism, but this couldn't resolve his endless brooding. After all, it was ultimately a process of numbing himself. Even if he tried to abandon emotions and thoughts as much as possible, it was merely an escape, not a solution.

One day, amidst the perilous forest, a wolf rescued a wounded young pigeon from the clutches of predatory creatures. Trapped in a tangled web of emotions, he was unsure how to raise the young pigeon. But the pigeon, seemingly filled with boundless energy, stayed by his side, displaying her innocence.

Feeling this was wrong, the wolf told the pigeon, "The world is cruel. Don't think I'm a good person just because I saved you. Be careful, I might eat you or something." But the pigeon remained unchanged, staying by the wolf's side. As the wolf grew old and neared his death, his heart was filled with worry for the pigeon. Looking at the increasingly worried and panicked pigeon before him, he seemed to understand something in these final moments of his life.

This concern, in itself, represents the budding emotion. Even a distressed wolf can harbor concern for others, their every expression stirring his thoughts. The world didn't allow him to grasp that tenderness at that particular moment, but in his twilight years, he finally saw a vague glimpse of it. He prayed for a strong character, a robust body, and a gentle heart. As for why it was a prayer, it was because he fully understood the harshness of reality, a fact his short life couldn't change.

In his final moments, he gazed at the dove before him, a dove that looked like his own daughter, and recalled a life that seemed to be enveloped by its wings. He transformed into a winged feathered wolf, coiled beneath the throne of the gods, advising and assisting in the gradual transformation of the world. He was both a profound thinker in the mortal world and a most efficient executor.

This blade, modeled after it, possessed the same characteristics. Its sharp edge attacked Bai Lin frantically, like the bite of a wolf. The long, curved blade seemed to never tire, searching for the enemy's flaws from every angle, ready to tear him apart the moment one appeared.

At the moment, Bai Lin could still handle it, but the same thing applies. When someone with a shield fails to gain the advantage of chasing someone, they're already at a disadvantage. Knowing there's no chance of winning a head-on confrontation, Bai Lin exerts all his strength and launches a reckless shield strike forward.

A heavy impact rushed out straight away. Qi Li dodged to the side and slashed at Bai Lin with a knife in the instant.

Chapter 534 What is the Spirit of Nature?

Sheng Qili's sword was much faster than Bai Lin's, especially since Bai Lin had just launched a self-sacrificing attack and was still recovering from his previous attack. Therefore, Bai Lin's decision was naturally to fall sideways.

As her shoulder was wounded by a series of knife wounds, she rolled over and touched the ground. With a backward push, she flipped her body outward, drawing a perfect curve in the air. Then, her heel perfectly stepped on a flower stem, and the whole person took off.

Sheng Qili's eyes fixed, and she leaped high from the spot, attempting to pursue. "He's thinking of escaping?" That was too naive. With that in mind, she sheathed her sword and swung it directly at Bai Lin in mid-air.

But as she approached, she found Bai Lin's eyes fixed on her. His gaze was cold and ruthless, as if he were sizing up his prey. That undisguised killing intent was nowhere to be found. Where was the slightest thought of escape? The blade in Bai Lin's hand had transformed into a blazing dagger. She tilted it sideways, dodging Sheng Qili's attack with a single deflection, leaving a scratch on the man's neck.

看破

Although Sheng Qili's blade was much faster than Bai Lin's, Bai Lin's diagonal kick against the flower stem gave her a slight advantage in speed. She was in a high position, taking advantage of a blind spot to stealthily swipe the blade, preventing Sheng Qili from reacting immediately.

Saint Qili's leaping to pursue was a rather reckless decision. Bai Lin's meticulous planning led to the scene before him. Deep bloodstains appeared on the skin beneath the cloak, and the pain of the blazing flames instantly burned him, causing Saint Qili to gasp in pain and fall to the ground.

However, this wasn't a serious injury. Sheng Qili quickly touched the ground with her palms, flipped over, and stood upright, ready to face Bai Lin's pursuit. But when she looked up, she saw only Bai Lin waving the gleaming fire knife, as if signaling Sheng Qili to come forward, and then disappeared into the sea of ​​flowers.

Was this a provocation? Sheng Qili didn't dwell on it. No matter what Bai Lin intended to do, she had only one goal. Pushing off the ground with her toes, she leaped high, floating above the sea of ​​flowers.

The moon was bright, the sky sparse with stars. Beneath this somewhat lonely night sky, a beautiful sea of ​​flowers shone with dazzling brilliance. A warrior, clad in heavy black armor, a seemingly unromantic hero, clutching a black sword and shield, stood atop a golden wind flower. She seemed like an extension of the night, unmoved by the evening breeze, unilluminated by the golden light.

As for Saint Qili, although she still wore a cloak, one could faintly see her skin beneath the gray cloth, and her sacred and beautiful face, as if kissed by an angel. The light emanating from the golden wind flower didn't seem to illuminate her, but rather... shone as a foil to her.

"Although you've already injured me and my companions, I'd like to ask you a question now, just to be on the safe side, while the fighting isn't as intense. I don't think I have many enemies, so why did you do this to me? Is there a reason you absolutely must kill me? If not, perhaps we can negotiate..."

Faced with this opponent with unclear intentions, Bai Lin was the first to admit defeat and began to use her forte, the art of pre-fight language. In a place like this, their fight made such a big noise. If some unruly forces came to see what was happening, Bai Lin's disguise would likely be exposed.

Furthermore, Bai Lin wouldn't dare claim to be able to defeat his opponent. While he hadn't fully utilized his strength, the opponent certainly had a number of hidden cards. Regardless of how he looked at it, if peace could be negotiated, it would definitely be the best solution.

A hint of indifference flashed through Sheng Qili's clear eyes. She slowly raised the tip of her knife, pointed it at Bai Lin, and said,

"You say you have no enemies? How pathetic! A criminal, burdened with so many sins, has walked to this day, yet you are completely unaware of your crimes? Furthermore, you have no intention of repenting at all?"

Although Sheng Qili's young, girlish voice was very pleasant, even speaking strange words in a low tone, it could still be called "sweet" just from the sound of her voice. However, although she didn't convey much emotion in her words that confused Bai Lin, to Bai Lin's ears, Sheng Qili's voice was like the roar of a giant beast, filled with a strong hatred that wanted to chop Bai Lin into thousands of pieces.

It seemed as if the two were not strangers meeting for the first time, but a man who had plotted to kill nine generations of his clan, and his illegitimate son who had been hidden in their family for ten long years.

Crime...? I don't drink, and I haven't smoked in days... I don't gamble, and even if I do, it's just occasionally with friends, with a mixed bag of wins and losses, so it's harmless. As for pornography, it can be considered as being completely devoted to one's partner and chaste. As for the other one, I'm even a pioneer in abstaining from sex.

What crime have I committed? I think the only murders I've committed in my life are those against assassins who wanted to kill me. Oh... and...

There seem to be a lot of monsters here, could that be the reason? Could this guy be a nature spirit or something?

Bai Lin suddenly felt a headache, but before she could think about it, Sheng Qili, standing on the opposite side, slowly retracted his outstretched arm to his side. His arm was slanted back, and his sword intent was concentrated. Although the edge was no longer pointed directly at Bai Lin, the incomparable sharpness was still locked on Bai Lin.

Well, forget it, we'll just have to fight. After all, you want my life. If we can't reason it out, then this will end with one of us getting killed.

Bai Lin deliberately moved from the ground to this side, not only to establish a certain rhythm and negotiate with the other party, but also to be able to fight with the other party more freely. If he continued to fight on the ground as before, Xiao Miyu who was running away might be in trouble again.

She just didn't want to fight, but she never feared a fight.

Looking at this opponent, who seemed to be cast in the same mold as herself, Bai Lin also drew her black blade sideways, glancing it across the shield. At this distance, she could either use her shield to block the enemy's attack and then counterattack, or she could unsheathe her sword and briefly strike the enemy. This, in Bai Lin's eyes, was the safest stance.

Chapter 535: Breaking Through the Power of Sky-High Thunder

But soon, Bai Lin realized that his judgment had made a rare mistake.

Sheng Qili took big steps forward, and her whole body was like a shuttle breaking through the air. In the blink of an eye, she increased her speed to the extreme where even her figure could not be seen clearly. Even Bai Lin's dynamic vision seemed to be dazzled by her in an instant.

What was remarkable wasn't the speed. The moment Saint Qili began to move, the feathered blade sliced ​​a fine line between heaven and earth. It was like a wall of air in a game being slashed, revealing various textures that had been previously revealed. A white-gold light, entirely unbecoming of the night sky or this mortal world, appeared at the tip of her blade.

As the long blade spun rapidly, the arc of light it carried became even more ferocious, irregularly revealing its ferocious claws. Even at such a great distance, the illusion of being struck seemed to have already landed on Bai Lin, causing her body to freeze.

Thunder, in numerous myths and legends, is born as one of the powers of God. It descends from the sky with immense force, never remaining in the human world for long, and is therefore often referred to as "divine punishment."

People fear thunder, yet also revere the gods. Because of this, lightning becomes a righteous force, flashing between heaven and earth, a long light that brings justice to all things in the world. Ordinary thunder can only scorch a whole tree, but what about the feathered wolf thunder wielded by the minions of the gods in this other world?

At this moment, Bai Lin felt that the world he stepped into had changed its meaning. It was like a scale, with Bai Lin himself as a bargaining chip, and on the other side were omissions and accumulated crimes. Under a pair of invisible thugs, he was undergoing a judgment brought by the higher-ups.

A sacred aura filled Bai Lin's nostrils, shocking her for a moment, making her feel a little suffocated. But she soon recovered and raised her blade to meet the enemy. It was at this moment that she finally realized what she had misjudged.

There was only a dozen meters between Bai Lin and Sheng Qili, but when Bai Lin came to his senses, the thunder of divine punishment that should have only appeared on the tip of the opponent's sword had already become like a rainbow piercing the sky, directly splitting the stars and night above Bai Lin's head into a bright rainbow.

Looking straight ahead, the violent might of thunder was wantonly ravaging the sea of ​​golden flowers, just like driving a tank into the narrow earthen-tiled streets of ancient times. The magnificent scene could only be described as a tragedy.

The thunder surged like a raging wave, riding on the strong wind. The unstoppable force that was about to destroy everything was still rushing towards Bai Lin.

Indeed, she had misjudged the power of her opponent's attack. This was definitely not something she could resist with ordinary means.

Even so, at this distance, Bai Lin no longer had the option of dodging. She raised her shield, gritted her teeth, and charged forward, facing the opponent's blade. The fierce clash of cold weapons echoed with the roar of thunder, echoing beneath the silent night sky. A bolt of lightning, piercing the heavens and earth, also struck down from the sky at the perfect moment.

The impact from the front of her body made Bai Lin feel an immense force behind her, causing her feet to become unbalanced in an instant, as if a black hole was dragging her body backwards.

Is this the kind of damage a human can inflict?

Bai Lin's mind was filled with only this thought. Her resistance had ceased even before the lightning disappeared. Her shield-holding arm was swung outwards. If she had held on for a moment longer, her arm would have been broken. The immense force of the impact sent her flying backwards, and the pain caused her to spurt blood.

Without a pause, Saint Qili continued forward, chasing Bai Lin as she flew forward. Her phantom-like figure instantly reached its peak. Thousands of thunderbolts struck Bai Lin from all directions, shattering her armor and tearing her flesh. And the most important thing after that was the wielding of the Feather Wolf Blade, the most important thing.

A slashing blow, aimed diagonally upward, seemed to cleave Bai Lin in two. It struck directly from below. Facing such a turbulent force, Bai Lin's arms were unable to move. Not only were they in excruciating pain from the immense force, unable to recover, but they were also completely paralyzed by the aura of lightning, as if they had lost consciousness and were unable to use them.

But let alone losing his hands, even if he was cut into a human stick, Bai Lin is the kind of person who would try to struggle.

Following the force that sent him flying, Bai Lin straightened his waist and raised his lower body, with one leg bent upward and the other leg stretched forward.

Even if you are fast enough, I will have enough time to react after flying out with your power.

Bai Lin's arch of the foot brushed against the opponent's blade tip, cutting off a piece of flesh and bone, but he still perfectly avoided the frontal edge of the leg and came to the most vulnerable part of this slender blade - the side.

Then, she exerted force with the leg that had been kicked in the air long ago, and her body spun around. However, her outstretched foot was paralyzed by the breath of lightning and could not move. It was almost dislocated and used as a fulcrum to step on the side of the opponent's blade.

Even if his feet were numb, his legs weren't. With the advantage of his long legs, Bai Lin's thighs were still able to exert force normally. His entire body was like a spring tightened to the extreme, tightening its power in a coiled state, and then bursting out with all its strength in the direction of the force from his outstretched legs.

Suddenly, the blade in Sheng Qili's hand, struck sideways, vibrated like a wooden sword slashing against a rock, and for a moment, he was unable to strike again, unable to complete his pursuit of Bai Lin. In that split second of delay, Bai Lin's body had already soared diagonally into the sky.

A dark figure appeared beneath the bright moon. Her body had shifted position, now tilted headfirst, one hind leg elegantly extended and the other bent sideways for balance. The object tightly grasped in her hands had also shifted, blazing with dragon flames: a dragon spear!

Chapter 536: Extremely Evil Suppression

The vigorous dragon flames lit up in an instant, accompanying Bai Lin and enveloping her completely. The purple-black flames took on a more ferocious momentum than thunder, spewing their evil fire towards Sheng Qili, the target of Bai Lin's spear.

Super evil killing

The moment Bai Lin regained consciousness in her hands, she used the moment of ascent to unleash her dragon spear. At that moment, she was like a falling meteorite, blazing with the brightest light that illuminated the night. With a flame that combined speed and power to the extreme, she rushed towards the ground.

As for why, having been pursued just a moment ago, Bai Lin launched an all-out attack, despite being injured, it wasn't that she was trying to injure the opponent. After that extreme escape and reversal, she had no choice. If she had landed in a normal position, she would have been at a disadvantage under the opponent's fierce attack in an instant.

Attack is the best defense. Only by attacking can you be qualified to fight with the opponent on the same starting point. Moreover...

Tens of thousands of powerful blade winds emanated from beneath the sea of ​​flowers, blowing upwards into the sky at the very moment Bai Lin decided to descend and attack. The figure, shrouded in a delicate white light, soared against the blade winds, locked her hostility firmly on Saint Qili.

In her elegant purple eyes, there was only the natural killing intent that emanated from the tip of her sword. Clearly, He Zhonglian, who had been struggling in the mud pit for a while, had returned. She saw this opportunity to attack, unleashing all her might without reservation. She rose from the ground and launched a fierce attack.

At this moment, Saint Qili was trapped between the two. Despite her immense strength, she was likely unable to manage the raging rain of fire and the overwhelming barrage of swords. Even if she could withstand one attack, she would inevitably be severely damaged by the other. To put it simply, it was like two Godzillas, one slashing downwards with its claws, the other slashing upwards, attacking a girl barely 1.7 meters tall.

The two of them cooperated tacitly and were about to clamp down and kill this nameless and powerful monster that suddenly appeared like a hidden boss.