Chapter 267: Since Ancient Times, Red-Haired Ones Suffer Tragedies; Since Ancient Times, Spear-Wielders Have Luck E

Feng Mingyi also snapped back to reality, rushing to her severely wounded partner's side, and in an instant, her face turned pale with anguish and desperation.

Skin split, flesh torn, blood gushing, tendons snapped, bones broken—these were obvious injuries, commonplace for them as Battle Maidens.

But the true severity lay in the burden imposed by the technique known as 'Final Chorus'—a burden great enough to kill them.

'Final Chorus' is a decisive ability usable by Symphogear wearers at any time, in any place, under any conditions, regardless of bodily constraints.

It is the strongest offensive technique of Symphogear wearers, yet it inflicts immense strain upon the body.

The burden of Final Chorus correlates with the compatibility coefficient; if sufficient compatibility or bodily resilience is present, Final Chorus will not cause death.

Unfortunately, the Battle Maiden named Tian Yu Zou lacked sufficient compatibility—her ability to transform and fight relied entirely on drugging herself, burning her life force, and now she faced a situation where she had no choice but to use 'Final Chorus'…

Looking at the metal spear, half-shattered, Jia Ji couldn't help but sigh: "Ever since ancient times, spear-wielders have had Luck E… Looks like even magical girls can't escape this truth."

Even though she was knocked unconscious before fully unleashing the gathered power of Final Chorus, the burden remained—her internal organs, muscles, and nerves all suffered side effects.

She could only temporarily hold on through that power; the moment Final Chorus faded, Tian Yu Zou would instantly shatter into fragments.

What should they do? How could she be saved?

The girl weakly dropped her sword, embracing her partner whose breath was fading, utterly panicked, with no plan at all…

Her sword was sharp, yet it couldn't slay all the Noise in time to save her best friend—whether as a 'Defender' or as a 'human,' she was utterly unfit.

Suddenly, a stranger's male voice sounded in her ear.

Jia Ji said only one sentence.

"She can still be saved."

No sooner had the words left his lips than the tear-filled girl's eyes widened in disbelief, as if witnessing something impossible.

It was a glowing finger—stronger than steel, radiating the miraculous light of stars.

"Acupoint Technique—Activate!"

In that instant, all sound vanished from Feng Mingyi's ears, heart, and mind—leaving only the faint pressure of touch.

"One finger brought her back to life!"

Though he lacked the divine medical skill of later-day Tuo Qi, Jia Ji could still briefly ignite the essence of life.

If Feng Mingyi could see with Jia Ji's vision and senses, she would witness Tian Yu Zou's fading life flame suddenly erupting like a volcano, swelling manyfold—like scorching fire surging into the sky.

Still, seeing her friend's pallor turn rosy, she could finally breathe a little easier.

Of course, Jia Ji hadn't targeted any specialized acupoint against 'Shahuo Kong'—he'd merely pressed ordinary energy points, while gently infusing her entire body with his high-grade pure battle qi to keep her alive.

"It's not over yet…"

Since Jia Ji had intervened, he naturally provided full-service care.

Ding dang dang dang—he pulled a strange pill from his pants pocket.

——"Moon's Mind · Ba Yi Yonglin's Specialized · Eternal Pavilion Healing Pill"!

This was one of the miraculous local specialties he'd brought back from the Eastern World—he'd taken a massive stock before leaving, enough to feed his online friends as meals.

Though mass-produced, its effects were extraordinary—equivalent to the fantasy world's 'Panacea,' effective against all physical injuries.

Combined with the secret acupoint technique that ignited life force, Jia Ji could even call himself 'Battle Maiden Soul-Reclaimer.'

As long as she hasn't shattered yet, no matter how bad the damage, she can still be saved.

Sure enough, shortly after swallowing the pill, the red-haired girl's numerous wounds began healing at visible speed—fractured nerves reconnected, torn muscles regenerated, not even a scar remained.

Her breathing steadied, her brows relaxed, and the pain on her face gradually subsided.

Seeing this, Feng Mingyi finally exhaled in full relief.

She had watched a gravely wounded, dying person recover from an impossible state, her body returning to normal.

It was nothing short of a miracle.

Her lips moved, as if trying to speak.

This strange man—suddenly appearing, suddenly annihilating the Noise, suddenly saving her partner with miraculous means—reality had struck too violently for her to process.

"Even if she recovers, don't let her keep fighting…" Jia Ji handed the unconscious Tian Yu Zou to Feng Mingyi, warning her before she could comprehend anything, then paused and sighed.

"Ah, knowing her nature, she won't listen—she'll probably fight even harder after this… Just keep an eye on her. Don't let Xiao Zou die on me."

I hope she never ends up saying, "I'm going to use Final Chorus anyway!"

With that, he stood, brushed the dust off his clothes, and slipped his hands into his pockets, preparing to leave.

"Then… what about this child…?"

The person Feng Mingyi referred to was Li Hua Xiang, lying unconscious beside them, bleeding profusely—she had been entirely ignored from start to finish.

Xiang? Not his concern.

"She? Just bandage her up and send her to the hospital."

Jia Ji said it offhandedly without turning around, waving his hand at the bewildered blue-haired girl, "Take care of it, Wing Junior!"

Then he leapt away in one bound, leaving behind only a dashing silhouette and two incapacitated casualties.

"Wing? Wing Junior?!"

Even if they called her 'Miss Feng Ming' or just 'Yi,' she wouldn't react like this—but this peculiar title left her flustered, as if every part of her had been seen through.

Finally, as she carried both wounded away from the venue, she couldn't help voicing her question:

"Who exactly is he?"

……

"Splash!"

Amidst a barrage of explosions, the collapsed passage beneath the ceiling was blasted open by overwhelming force, sending up a thick, choking cloud of dust.

Few knew that beneath the venue lay a secret base.

Someone arrived, smashed open the already damaged gate with a single punch, swiftly scanned the surroundings—and found nothing. No one. Only bloodstains remained; the survivors had clearly escaped through another route.

"I'm too late again… I'd love to wear the Bronze Serpent Armor."

(End of Chapter)