Chapter 47: with translation of chapter title

Angel Guard

Conquered S-rank bloodthirsty vines are few; together with the remaining troublesome alien beasts and plants, they were all exiled to a star system in the star sea.

Its aura is clearly just newly S-rank; what did it eat to be so formidable?

Tingzhu blasted open the three or four attacking branches, his thick brows furrowing: "We can't let it take root here, otherwise our planet would be unnecessary.".

S-rank planets are huge; an S-rank Sentinel's full-power strike capable of shattering a planet is based on B-rank as a baseline, and the force needed for an S-rank planet must increase geometrically.

In interstellar history, only two cases of shattering an S-rank planet have occurred.

Both times came at a heavy cost; the planets near the S-rank planet turned to dust, nearly annihilating an entire star system.

The federation's territory is only so big; alien species occupy some, alien beasts occupy some, and humans destroy some themselves—then what? Where do humans go? Do they even survive?

When faced with difficulty, we retreat step by step, losing ground everywhere; it would be better to join the alien species early—what's there to resist? Tingzhu clenched his fist.

"One hour, we must bring it under control!" Tingzhu is the strongest Sentinel, so naturally he arranges the battle plan.

Tingzhu also couldn't manage the spreading pollution; the thunder in the sky grew with his power output, and thick thunderbolts crashed down.

A blinding light flashed; the rolling airflow from the explosion blew all of Fu Guang's clothing backward.

Her blond hair streamed backward; the strong wind made Fu Guang unable to open her eyes.

Fu Guang turned away and rubbed the sand from her eyes, her eye sockets turning completely red.

Amidst the various clashing sounds, a person's muffled groan was almost inaudible, yet Fu Guang precisely captured it.

A blue egg appeared at her side, lightly touching her face.

Actually, she could ignore this situation; it wasn't her who caused it.

She was inherently weak, and her dealings with the Alliance University meant the Xue Yuan had little connection to her.

However, Fu Guang's cheek twitched; she wasn't truly powerless.

"If no one steps up in this situation, I hope I'll be the first." A gentle female voice whispered in her ear, "Are you called Fu Guang?"

A memory from an unknown time suddenly surfaced.

"What a nice name."

"This defeat is unavoidable; I will also stay here with them." The gentle voice sounded somewhat weak.

An unnamed female voice coughed lightly twice, then calmly accepted her death, saying, "As a warrior, one must fight until the last moment."

Fu Guang shook her slightly dizzy head, sighed, and silently held the blue-gold potion in her hand.

A mysterious memory appeared and then vanished, as if telling her something.

Before making a decision, she again questioned herself: Is this really necessary?

Even if she had to spend hundreds of times more time cultivating, perhaps becoming a person with no strength to truss a chicken, would it be worth it?

Her heart beat steadily in her chest, recalling all memories from the Alliance University.

It's not worth it; their friendship with her is mixed with too many positions and interests.

She had to consider: if she truly became a complete waste, what would the military do?

Could she guarantee herself a stable future life?

In fact, the answer has already been revealed: the relationship between Guide and Sentinel is growing increasingly tense, and she is very likely to become a symbol—a symbol without her own emotions, representing the harmonious interaction between Guide and Sentinel.

Look, there will be Guides and Sentinels fighting together.

She could imagine the laudatory words heaped upon her, as if the whole world showed her goodwill.

But this is temporary; that is not long-term.

Because people must move forward, the bonds formed temporarily by her actions will only completely rupture as time and distance widen.

A great kindness is like a great enmity; a forgotten benefactor's death is still worth repeated remembrance, while living only tells of the rescued's former helplessness.

Moreover, she is unwilling; she does not want to entrust her fate to others.

To live by relying on others' breath—she finds it hard to accept.

She always holds the darkest thoughts toward people.

Fu Guang put away the potion; she is neither a pure good person nor a pure evil person, her thought is simple: to live freely.

For her, living freely is far more important than merely living.

She cannot flee the battlefield in fear; then what can she do?

"Little Blue." The blue egg nestled on her head tapped her skull, indicating its presence.

A stream of light flew swiftly over and stopped before her.

"Fu Guang Guide." A man with pale gold eyes looked at her.

"Chief Executive." Fu Guang looked up at Xiguang and asked, "What's the matter?".

In the distance, the battlefield thundered continuously, rocks shattered, giant trees snapped; Fu Guang's vision was far inferior to a Sentinel's, she couldn't see that the battlefield had already become white-hot, six Sentinels, nearly half of them now combat-ineffective.

Xiguang gazed at Fu Guang for no apparent reason, saying nothing.

By rights, Xiguang should have proceeded straight to the battlefield upon arrival; his lingering here suggests he needs her to do something?

Fu Guang remained silent; what made him stop his steps?

Could she be more important than the bloodthirsty vine? Could she decide the battlefield?

Xiguang finally spoke, his expression still cold: "Can you see through the weakness of the bloodthirsty vine?".

"My strength is insufficient; I can't see it."

"If I could raise Fu Guang Guide's strength to S-rank, would she have the courage to go to the battlefield?" Xiguang's expression remained indifferent, yet his words made Fu Guang's heart jump violently.

Actually, before arriving, Xiguang hadn't thought of Fu Guang; upon receiving the news that the bloodthirsty vine was causing chaos, he already had a bad premonition.

The rest of the military personnel who hurriedly passed by on the way were all torn, debating whether to abandon this planet or rescue it.

No one has ever discerned the weakness of the bloodthirsty vine.

The front line suffered defeat; the Fifth Army Corps sustained severe attrition, and the sector under its command was supported by the nearby Sixth and Fourth Army Corps.

Han River Abyss reassigned most of the free Sentinels, and the military department can no longer allocate more Sentinels to manage this bloodthirsty vine.

And Alliance University is located in the Capital Star System, right on the military department's lifeline; mishandling it would be a major problem.

"When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact," Fu Guang, Guide, you say that? Fu Guang's talent "See Through" is outstanding; its possessor must have a clear mind and keen eyes to obtain it, and it is very likely the key to breaking the situation.

Fu Guang's lips twitched slightly, about to speak.

Xi Guang then said, "I can guarantee the Guide's safety."

"Afterward, the military department and I will personally offer generous thanks."

"Not bad, Executive Director." Fu Guang replied with a faint smile; Xi Guang either does nothing, or when he acts, he uses both threats and inducements.

She actually wanted to see what methods Xi Guang would have, and it was like a pillow arriving just when she was sleepy.

This faint kindness also made her want to help those Sentinels.

A stream of golden spiritual power wandered near the blue egg, and the blue egg jumped from the top of its head into Fu Guang's embrace, somewhat resisting.

"Executive Director, please first explain what you want to do; my spirit entity and I are timid, afraid of giving birth to a spirit entity." Fu Guang spoke offhandedly, casually making up an excuse to investigate what Xi Guang intended to do.

"Same-frequency resonance."

Golden spiritual power coiled around the blue egg in layers, and Fu Guang instantly felt dizzy, pitching forward into a man's embrace.

A white glove pressed onto her head without resistance, and layers of golden spiritual power spread from Xi Guang's body, enveloping Fu Guang.

It felt awful, like wanting to vomit, as if thrown into an alchemy furnace to roll twice, and also as if her spiritual power were being shredded slice by slice, like death by a thousand cuts.

Unfamiliar spiritual power pressed into Fu Guang's mental landscape, and even in pain she did not stop pondering: was she the Guide, or was Xi Guang, this Executive Director, the Guide?

Fu Guang found it hard not to manage the invading spiritual power, even if that power had been rendered harmless and lacked personal will, like a spiritual nutrient solution; she could not readily accept it.

After all, this is not a potion made from drugs, but something that just sprang from another person's mental landscape.

Fu Guang seized the thing coiling around her, took hold of her arm, and bit down hard, refusing to let go.

Xi Guang's golden pupils trembled violently; he rested his head on Fu Guang's crown, and the golden six wings unfurled behind him wrapped around her.

He was also using it for the first time, the skill named Angel Guard that he gained after reaching S-rank.

If Fu Guang knew this skill's name, she'd laugh out loud—can any skill just be called Guard?

Does his Guard have thorns?

"Don't resist me; it will feel much better." Xi Guang's voice sounded somewhat distorted in the girl's ears.

Fu Guang's face turned deathly pale, wishing she could bite her arm until it bled.

Resistance is instinct; her spirit entity didn't follow the linking channel but rushed into the open mental landscape, eating and drinking heartily, which still counts her as a good Guide.

But it really hurts.