Chapter 105: Good tactics

Good tactics

Chan Yi issued the defense order, emerging from the stern sentinels, the purple little bell at her waist rang ding-dong, her gaze coldly fixed on the Angel Sentinel behind Lan An.

The mermaid's spiritual fluctuation was the normal fluctuation when on alert, seemingly not worried about the Angel Sentinel behind him undergoing a sudden change.

Moreover, most importantly, what about Little Sun?

Chan Yi reached out and took the bell in her hand, slightly shaking it, a familiar yet weak girl's voice suddenly appeared: "Senior Chan Yi."

She stopped her hand, and the folded golden wings before her actually moved, slowly unfolding, revealing a golden-tailed mermaid.

Mermaid?

Chan Yi's attention shifted to Lan An for a moment, then focused on the mermaid girl; the girl's face was very familiar, but her pallid complexion made her look listless and lacking energy.

A girl with an otherworldly beauty lifted her gaze toward her, her slender eye corners, sharp brows, and vertical pupils forming an extremely aggressive beauty.

Now, because she was extremely weak, it evoked pity, yet no matter how weak, she did not look like an easy target.

"Little Sun, how did you become like this?" Yu Ran also drifted out from the crowd, staring dumbfounded at the girl's appearance.

She remembered, Little Sun was........

Yu Ran thought, it seemed Little Sun had never said what kind of spiritual entity she was, but she had never heard of a Beast-blood Guide.

Beast-blood represents instability; if even the Guide is unstable, the Sentinel will become even more violently insane.

However, this Angel Sentinel does not appear to possess the aggressiveness during transformation.

Fu Guang flicked her tail; not counting her unconscious time, much time had passed, and logically the potion's effect should have worn off, but somehow something went wrong, and her tail remained.

"Just a small mistake." The girl's expression, aside from weakness, showed no hint of dimness or gloom.

Perhaps it really was just a small mistake.

Chan Yi's eyebrows twitched as she waved her hand; among the sentinel corps, several marine-life spiritual entities—like white sharks, whales, etc. —quickly surrounded Lan An's side.

Several sentinel figures also rushed out from the crowd.

"Boss."

Immediately after, Chan Yi glanced at the heavily on-guard mercenary troupe, speaking neither loudly nor softly: "No one should approach the sentinel about to undergo transformation, otherwise they bear the consequences of life and death."

Leng Ying lowered her hand and waved, letting her subordinates first relax their guard, then replied: "Is this also a Guide? Truly good tactics; I don't know if Guide Yu Ran can recommend her."

Yu Ran glanced at her, snorted and laughed: "Let's see."

Leng Ying looked at the mermaid girl with an inscrutable expression; she seemed like an A-rank, yet could control an S-rank sentinel on the verge of complete transformation, and even make another S-rank sentinel obey orders—let alone the tactics, her skill is not small; getting to know her would be worthwhile.

High-rank sentinels are proud and arrogant; whether they help wholeheartedly or hold back, fellow S-rank sentinels can see it clearly.

Generally, an A-rank Guide cannot dispatch an S-rank sentinel; there is an ancient saying: "When the general is away, the sovereign's orders may not be obeyed."

Even if the White Tower's laws are overly strict toward sentinels, in the perilous S-rank zone fraught with danger, it's easy for a burdensome Guide to die.

They will leave no trace; even the Military Headquarters and White Tower, aside from lightly punishing an S-rank sentinel, have no other recourse.

Every S-rank sentinel is a city‑destroying weapon, recorded in the Military Headquarters' roster; for a deceased Guide, the value of an S-rank sentinel is even greater.

Then what makes these two sentinels risk their lives to protect her? Could they both be guardian sentinels?

That's impossible; a Guide's spiritual power is limited, and the number of sentinels she can contract is limited—an A-rank Guide cannot possibly have two guardian sentinels.

Leng Ying, thinking according to common sense, gazed with interest at the weak golden-tailed girl.

Her gaze was involuntarily drawn to the shimmering, glittering golden tail.

Really beautiful; if placed on the black market, it could fetch a sky‑high price.

Leng Ying's brows furrowed in astonishment at her own thought; beautiful things always attract destruction, and she had witnessed it today.

The half‑transformed Angel Sentinel suddenly shot her a cold gaze, sharp as a blade; Leng Ying returned the stare coldly, and killing intent seemed to spread between them.

The girl in his arms glanced in that direction, raised her head as if saying something to that sentinel; the stern sentinel promptly withdrew his gaze and obediently lowered his head to look at the girl.

Rarely seen in a lifetime, truly good tactics.

Leng Ying noticed the military sentinels nearby beginning to rest on the spot; she likewise let her subordinates rest and headed toward the Guide.

"Boss, when did you get a sister?"

"Stupid, it's obvious she's a sister."

"Boss, can you introduce....... ow........ boss, don't hit me, I was wrong...... ow, ow!" The voice grew increasingly sharp, filled with pain.

The icy mermaid sentinel mercilessly swept away the sentinels surrounding him with her fish tail, her cold gaze sweeping across Leng Ying.

With a flick of her long fish tail, she vanished from her spot in an instant and reappeared beside the Angel Sentinel.

This terrifying speed is almost impossible for an S-rank sentinel to catch with the naked eye; Leng Ying's heart jumped, and she mentally raised the mermaid's danger rating.

"Little Fish." Lan An stood three meters from Xiguang; even with a Guide's soothing, a sentinel's instinct reacts faster than thought, so if unnecessary, there's no need to provoke Xiguang's aggression.

"I can't leave Xiguang's side right now." Fu Guang cradled the Light Sprite like a small doll.

Lan An gritted her teeth; the sentinel's hand fell onto the girl's slender, fair waist, firmly controlling her every move, like a gorgeous butterfly whose wings were pinched.

He wanted to look away, yet unwillingly kept staring, like a resentful husband.

Two female figures wavered in the water ripples, gradually coalescing, also stopping three meters from Xiguang.

Yu Ran's gaze seemed fixed on Fu Guang's tail, as if looking at something rare.

Fu Guang's pupils flickered; she guessed that Senior Chan Yi had constructed a mental illusion specifically targeting Xiguang, clouding his perception, so Xiguang would not see the suddenly approaching figures and thus would not attack.

From Senior Chan Yi came a soft, purple cloud like a cotton ball, drifting to her side and gently landing in her arms.

Fu Guang widened her eyes, cupping the purple mist that seeped from between her fingers with one hand, and whispered, "Senior Chan Yi."

"It's me." The purple cloud tapped her mental landscape; as she barely extended a thread of spiritual power from it, a powerful spiritual force reached out and linked with her.

"Little Sun, your tail is truly beautiful." The voice of Senior Yu Ran also came through the spiritual channel.

The purple cloud extended a pair of hands, pushed away left and right, then lay upon the poorly conditioned little sprite in Fu Guang's embrace, while saying, "Little Sun, rest a while."

"If there is a spiritual entity, purification becomes much easier." After checking the sentinel's condition, Chan Yi said.