Chapter 46: Humiliated across the entire starfield

Humiliated across the entire starfield

Bang bang bang!

The house shook violently; Fu Guang instantly escaped via water escape, the blood-red vines elongated, enlarged, and easily pierced a hole in the house.

Sand and stones rained down; Fu Guang, fleeing outward, watched the five-meter-high house as its walls instantly filled with black cracks, like fragile tofu, and with a crash it split apart.

It never ceased its growth trend; the vines grew to the size of a small hill.

The branches pursuing Fu Guang spread without restraint, determined to obtain blood food.

"You guide, you're not even pretending anymore, yet you gave orders."

"A guide is a guide; do you still expect a guide to have a good attitude toward Sentinels?"

Those who had no choice but to follow Fu Guang's orders to leave the treatment room, while supporting the severely wounded forcibly dragged out of the treatment room, were greatly dissatisfied with this.

"A guide will never pity a Sentinel; that's no surprise."

Boom!

The crowd had not gone far when the treatment room behind them suddenly collapsed; the huge house fell to the ground, upward airflow rose, and dust and smoke billowed.

"What is that?" the speaker's voice trembled inevitably.

Beyond the smoke and dust, crimson tentacles waved wildly, the smell of iron rust gradually filling people's nostrils.

The crowd held their breath, locked in place by the S-rank pressure; a single glance from afar left them feeling their minds and spirits shattered.

"It's a bloodthirsty vine, run!" said an A-rank Sentinel leaning on a crutch.

Snort.

The flying crimson branches indiscriminately reaped, each one a life that had been alive just a second before.

A sharp, urgent alarm blared, echoing throughout Alliance University, audible to Sentinels everywhere.

Someone looked up toward the source of the alarm, asking, "What's happening?" while rushing swiftly toward the alarm's origin.

"When it rains, it pours." the executor guarding the monitor quickly glanced at the area that had gone dark on the monitor.

Treatment room.

Only the energy released by an S-rank burst would interfere with the monitor's usage; it was an energy detection of an aberrant species, reaching a terrifying blood-red value within two seconds.

No matter how great the executor's emotional fluctuations, she remained calm in handling this sudden incident.

She raised the S-rank alarm, turned off the automatic alarm, and activated the horns in Sector S: "Attention, an S-rank aberrant has appeared in the treatment room; all S-rank Sentinels, provide immediate support."

"Attention, an S-rank aberrant has appeared in the treatment room; all S-rank Sentinels, provide immediate support."

"Attention, an S-rank aberrant has appeared in the treatment room; all S-rank Sentinels, provide immediate support."

After repeating it three times, the executor closed the communication channel, her eyes flashing with cold light.

Including the S-rank Sentinels in the executive team, there were exactly five; Alliance University does not directly establish the position of teacher.

A thirty-year learning span is enough for Sentinels to train one another internally, seniors training juniors—a longstanding tradition.

Some Sentinels in administrative positions are mostly A-rank.

Thus, the actual combat strength amounts to only those five.

The sound of a door being pushed open rang out, "Vice Captain." It was the remaining executors, who were below S-rank.

"Keep watch here and stay in contact with the military." The executor released her spiritual manifestation, and black-and-white beast ears appeared atop her head.

"Anyone without permission to come here shall be executed on the spot, no questions asked." A female Sentinel who had met Fu Guang once coldly issued the order, her figure flickering as she swiftly departed.

"Yes."

The military support does not say how long it will take; if we truly wait for rescue, these Alliance University students will become a laughingstock of the military, undoubtedly a lifelong embarrassment.

Although it already looks like a joke now.

On the starship, inside Alliance University, inside the dormitories there are aberrant detectors, as well as the S-rank Sentinels within the academy; how could an S-rank aberrant break through so many layers of defense?

Yet not a single person noticed?

It seems Alliance University needs a thorough cleansing.

Fu Guang covered her head and rolled on the ground; the crimson branches swept past her face, leaving bloody streaks across the exposed skin on her cheek, while her left arm hung limp and unmoving.

Fu Guang estimated it had been only about three minutes, yet she was in such a sorry state; she gave a wry smile, but she still had to strive diligently in her cultivation without stopping.

Even so, this aberrant does not seek her life; it values her flesh and blood far more than her life, swallowing every drop of blood she sheds.

It seems to want to be full at every meal, and Fu Guang couldn't help but shiver.

The supporting S-rank Sentinels have arrived, and the bloodthirsty vine must divert its energy to deal with the Sentinels obstructing its movement.

Just then she could catch a breath; Fu Guang leaned against the wreckage of some house, dividing her attention to monitor the battlefield while drinking a potion that quickly replenished her spiritual power.

A soft "meow" sounded beside her ear; her whole body instantly left the ground, the dagger in her hand flashing with cold light as she thrust it toward the person's chest.

The dagger barely stopped at the rising and falling chest of the comer.

"Guide, not bad." The familiar female executor set her down on the ground; from this spot, far from the battlefield, only the explosions caused by the massive clashes could be seen.

She casually rubbed Fu Guang's fluffy head, which had been tousled by the exertion.

"Stay away from here; leave this to us." She turned, her beast ears atop her head twitching slightly.

"Will we surely win?" Fu Guang asked.

"No war is deathless, nor is any struggle guaranteed victory." Her afterimage lingered in place, but her voice had already faded away.

Fu Guang stood afar, gazing into the battlefield; a gentle wind stirred at her side—it was Shang Ze piloting the aircraft.

Seeing Fu Guang unharmed, the male's pent-up breath eased; upon receiving the message, he hurried back, fortunately without major mishap.

His clothes were slightly torn from the extreme speed, and his profile as he looked at the bloodthirsty vine was somewhat tense.

He only said, "As long as it's fine."

"From now on, as a guide, someone will protect your safety."

Shang Ze summoned his spiritual manifestation; he slowly merged into it, a huge fox with three tails swaying as it charged into the battlefield.

It seems everyone wants her to leave; indeed her strength is too weak, not to mention useless, she's just a burden.

The sky is a dark red pressing down overhead, with purple lightning flashing through the dark clouds.

Thunder suddenly struck, hitting the main body of the bloodthirsty vine, only paralyzing it for a moment; the bloodthirsty vine's attack remained fierce.

The white fox is large yet agile; ice crystals cover its fur, and as it moves, the ice crystals coating its fur condense into a shield, blocking most attacks.

A sharp double-edged blade slashed across the bloodthirsty vine's vines, and its bloody juice stained the ground crimson.

The land surged, towering stone pillars rose, and giant trees grew from the soil, absorbing the bloodthirsty vine's vitality.

"You're really capable, just coming back and giving me such a big gift." Thunder gathered in the hand of a man floating in midair, his voice roaring like thunder.

Chief Sentinel, Ting Zhu.

"Jin Zhu, where's Xi Guang? Why isn't he here?" Thunder compressed into bullets, flying from the silver pistol in Ting Zhu's hand.

The beast-eared executive officer hid among the giant trees, saying, "The captain went to the military headquarters and hasn't returned yet."

"If he doesn't come back, even our nest will be gone." He twisted the pistol, and Ting Zhu put it away.

The man moved like thunder, his fist slamming into the bloodthirsty vine's branches.

Lightning flashed, an electric net centered on the point of impact wrapped around the vines, with a crackling sound of current.

"Raised as an alien species, truly thick-skinned." Ting Zhu's face had a hint of black gas spreading; he had come to recuperate, never expecting the academy to give him such a big trouble.

"I hope he returns before reaching the military headquarters; I don't want to lose face with you all across the whole interstellar."