svetikya Chapter 86 Please, Little Ji!
Chapter 86 Please, Little Ji!
Chapter 87 Please, Little Ji!
A rough, twisted, brass block, resembling some kind of primitive idol, crashed onto the ground covered in red sand.
The brass block could still be vaguely discerned as having once been an axe, covered in blood, bone fragments, and chunks of flesh, as if a manifestation of a violent slaughter.
The air grew still.
All that remained were the wails of high-ranking riders not far away, the sounds of bones breaking, and the splattering of blood.
Supra stared wide-eyed at the brass block, while Lasita's body trembled slightly with fear, though his arms remained tightly clasped around Supra.
Amidst the crimson heat, the Gladiator King, shirtless, crushed the head of a high-ranking rider with his bare hands, the brains splattering onto his trousers and slowly dripping down.
He didn't seem to come from reality; rather, he seemed to have been sculpted bit by bit by the unnatural heat and the essence of the highest heavens, his muscles shaped by slaughter and his bones supported by rage, making him resemble a human but surpassing all humans.
He walked step by step to Zhou Yun's side.
Zhou Yun reluctantly turned his head to look at him, and then at Anglong.
"You shouldn't have come back; it wasn't part of the plan."
Zhou Yun said bitterly, his voice involuntarily carrying a sense of reproach.
It's too dangerous. The high-level riders have begun to recover from the initial panic, Zhou Yun has lost the power of the Holy Ritual, and even Angron himself is no longer at his peak.
He had wounds from the silver vines on his body, was panting heavily, and his face clearly showed signs of fatigue.
The curse forged from fragments of Cairne by the Eldar is suppressing his power...
"You know perfectly well that I won't really die, you know perfectly well that my life is not as precious as yours."
"No." Anglong stared intently at Supra and Lasita, his arm tugging at Zhou Yun's mangled body.
"I came to save you, not because your life is more precious than mine."
His voice had never sounded so serious; every word seemed to carry an undeniable force.
"It's because you're my brother."
"Brother, how can you view death as a sacrifice for yourself alone?"
"But I betrayed my vow."
Zhou Yun was lifted up by Anglong, and said weakly, "I promised to ride the winds of freedom with you, but I lied to you."
"Do you think I don't know what kind of clever trick you're trying to pull?"
Angron grasped the shapeless brass block on the ground.
"You only said to blow the wind of freedom with us, but you didn't say it had to be now, or this time."
"And it hurts, doesn't it? If you die, you'll go to a very painful place, right?"
Zhou Yun looked up in surprise at Anglong's face.
That face, which instilled fear in countless enemies and was stained with the blood of many high-ranking riders, was now filled with sorrow and pity, and tears welled in its eyes.
He always knew, he always felt, that Zhou Yun was basking in the agony of being burned alive by the flames.
How could he not understand that Zhou Yun's power, the so-called immortality Zhou Yun spoke of, came from the very thing that brought him the burning pain?
He could better sense Zhou Yun's fear and understood that although Zhou Yun said he didn't care, he was afraid of returning to the thing that caused him so much pain.
He understood even more clearly that death was inevitable, and only death could bring Zhou Yun back to that painful place.
"How could I bear to see you suffer like that?"
"Angron said softly."
Zhou Yun opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he remained silent.
The air was hot and dry, and sweat streamed down the faces of everyone present.
Everyone understands that they are currently in an extremely fragile balance.
At such close range, if Angron chose to attack Lasita and Sopra, Lasita would be killed before the other guards and high-ranking riders could react, and Sopra's silver vines would be almost completely disabled. Even with the miraculous self-healing ability granted by the panacea, he would be powerless to resist Angron.
But if Anglong does that, will he still be able to leave Daisia with Zhou Yun, who is a burden to him?
A buzzing sound arose, and the shadow of the worm's eye appeared in the distant sky.
Clearly, Deepak, after his fear and flight, finally remembered his king.
But Supra couldn't be happy at all at that moment.
That bastard...
The worm's eye is loaded with enough anesthetic to knock out Angron.
This fragile balance has begun to crumble, and Angron's gaze clearly indicates that he intends to fight to the death.
He planned to kill Supra before the Eye of the Worm fell.
Furthermore, Zhou Yun's performance just now convinced Supra that Zhou Yun still had a way to kill him.
"Let's go," Super said.
"Make them leave," Lasita ordered his guards and high-ranking riders.
Angron hugged Zhou Yun tightly and turned to flee towards the gates of Nuseria.
"My lord! My lord! Your loyal Deepak has saved you!"
"Damn slaves, lowly gladiators, I must teach you a lesson!"
A sharp, sarcastic voice rang out from the worm's eye in mid-air.
Supra exhaled deeply, as if to expel all the pressure from his body.
He calculated the time, and only after Zhou Yun and Anglong had escaped a certain distance and he was safe did he give the order in a low voice.
"Pursue them, prioritize killing Zhou Yun."
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"Yes... Your Majesty." Lasita grinned, blood seeping from her gums.
She gave the order, then collapsed heavily to the ground.
"Lasita?" Supra immediately crouched down and reached out to touch Lasita's dark brown skin.
Scalding hot.
He turned Lasita over and looked at the spinal implant on Lasita's back.
It was all pumped in...
The Lasita family has two artifacts from the First Kingdom period.
One is a spinal implant that can significantly amplify reaction time and thought speed.
The other is a drug that can be loaded into a spinal implant, greatly improving human metabolic efficiency and significantly enhancing physical fitness.
With just one pump, Lasita can fight three high-ranking riders simultaneously without carrying Silver Vine.
With three units pumped in, Lacita could defeat the Cyclopes in the arena with his bare hands.
However, this drug is not safe; while it strengthens the body, it also accelerates the death of human cells.
Three units is the limit; any more than that will cause irreversible damage.
Lasita had just pumped twenty units of the spinal implant into his body in one go...
Clearly, if Angron were to fight to the death, Rasita intended to fight the terrible monster himself to cover Supra's escape.
Supra looked at Lasita, whose body was trembling slightly. He didn't say anything, but simply let one of the two remaining silver vines approach Lasita.
The silver vines bloomed like flowers, revealing the needles hidden within.
The emerald-like elixir was shimmering in the syringe.
Each elixir is a precious relic, an irreplaceable treasure, a second life.
Since Tarka I opened the first treasury, thousands of years have passed, and the elixir of immortality has been almost completely exhausted.
Today, even the first family, the Talka, has only a few branches remaining.
Supera knew exactly how the other high-level riders would complain if they found out.
Lasita was just a refugee from a small family in the Coastal Alliance.
How could it be worthy of a panacea?
"But those who are loyal deserve to be rewarded."
"Lasita, may the god of war bless you and me."
The panacea was injected into Lasita's body.
"You will sacrifice yourself, and then they will escape."
"Everything will happen exactly as I have planned."
Behind the mirror, the boy's voice was calm and even, as if he were simply narrating something that was bound to happen.
His arrangements were flawless, eliminating any risk whatsoever. Even the fact that the general of the personal guard would escape from Angron's command was within his predictions.
Thus, when the Royal Guard General realizes that the gladiators are not as weak and vulnerable as she thought, she will inevitably abandon the pursuit of the gladiators and instead summon the Royal Guard to protect Lord Supra.
The gladiators led by Angron and Kleist, who were responsible for attacking the Royal Guard, could also safely evacuate.
Of course, Zhou Yun was in danger; he was almost certain to die.
But this was decided from the very beginning.
Zhou Yunlai took all the risks; Zhou Yunlai sacrificed himself.
He alone died in Diya, while the gladiators marched toward freedom.
Robert Guilliman believed he had done a good job.
He awaited Zhou Yun's praise and recognition.
"Your plan is excellent."
"But an unexpected situation arose."
Zhou Yun said, "Angron came back to save me."
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The air in Macurag had never felt so heavy.
The world was quiet, and Zhou Yun could hear the insects chirping softly outside the window.
"That's irrational!" the child's voice broke the brief silence from behind the mirror. "Why would he do that?"
"...Because he is my brother." Zhou Yun shook his head and said to the child behind the mirror.
"This is even more irrational!"
"This is emotion."
Zhou Yun said softly to the child behind the mirror, "I suddenly realized that perhaps you don't know this."
"In fact, this universe is not rational at all; the ocean of emotions is always rising and falling beneath the veil of reality."
"Actually... in this world, what truly has power may never be reason, but emotion."
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"Behind the mirror, the child's response was silence."
"Little Ji, quickly use your super brain to devise an escape route for me and Anglon."
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A deep sigh came from behind the mirror: "How much time do I have?"
"The sooner the better," Zhou Yun replied, quickly informing Robert Guilliman, who was behind the mirror, of the current situation.
"High-ranking riders have swarmed out, the Worm Eyes are tracking you, Angron is exhausted, you can barely move a finger, and I must immediately devise an escape route for you?"
"Wait, there are these too." Zhou Yun pointed towards the mirror.
A map, a detailed map depicting most of the narrow streets of Diya, suddenly appeared in the child's mind behind the mirror.
While Zhou Yun was wreaking havoc in the Eighth District, he was also using his extraordinary spiritual energy to read the thoughts of the high-level riders around him. This was just his usual habit, but it was from those memories that he painstakingly pieced together a map of Dicia and even the entire Nuseria.
A map far more detailed than the rough map drawn by the gladiators.
"Please, Xiao Ji."
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