Chapter 49

Bombardment

Tingzhu shook the medicine bottle, glanced at everyone, and chuckled, "You better hold on."

With a flick of his body, he was already far away, stopping not far from the battlefield.

The potion was dark blue; opening the cap released abundant water-system spiritual power, and the scent of the sea washed over.

Tingzhu poured the entire potion into his mouth, and a huge white tiger with black stripes appeared at his feet, its sturdy limbs supporting a strong body, with a "king" mark on its forehead.

Its white paw stepped on the rubble; after two steps forward, the rubble turned to fine powder.

Its nostrils twitched twice, as if spotting its desired prey; its forelimbs extended, it lowered its waist, and its gaze lingered on Fu Guang.

Delicious, I want to eat it.

Tingzhu's gaze was equally deep as he looked at the blond girl with her back to her; few things or people could excite his spiritual form like this.

But now is not the time to investigate these.

The mysterious guide, when free, will peel away layer by layer the veil hiding her secrets— isn't that interesting?

The gaze behind her was scorching and wanton; Fu Guang twitched the corner of her mouth. The Sentinel is a beast; before it is subdued, its bestial nature will override reason in her presence.

Really, it's unpleasant.

The six-winged Sentinel sensed Fu Guang's emotional fluctuations, turned to glance at her, but its gaze remained cold.

He sheathed his sword and stood still; both sides tacitly halted, gathering strength, each waiting for the next opportunity.

S-rank aberrations already possess human-level intelligence, even surpassing humans in lacking moral sentiment, making them even more vicious.

The bloodthirsty vine retracted its vines; its roots pooled a small patch of crimson fluid, and the Alliance University's protective barrier prevented it from growing unchecked.

Xiguang floated to Fu Guang's rear, turned his wrist to point the sword tip downward, and said in an extremely faint voice, "Discourtesy."

With one hand gripping the sword hilt, he pulled the girl into his embrace.

The Xue Yuan will take bombardment measures; the Sentinel can rest, but the bloodthirsty vine cannot—this place is the Sentinel's home ground.

How could there be no advantage at all?

The golden six wings folded, wrapping the girl tightly; the inner down brushed Fu Guang's cheek, the feathers carrying Xiguang's faint body heat, feeling warm and soft where they touched.

No need to worry about seeing nothing; the golden feathers, as if coated with a faint glow, let Fu Guang clearly see the patterns on them.

Boom!

Boom!

The strong shockwave scattered Xiguang's silver hair; his expression unchanged, the light shield formed by his six wings blocked the attack entirely.

The Sentinel's attire was torn to shreds by the attack; S-rank Sentinels naturally have their own dedicated battle uniforms, so there's no need to worry about nakedness.

A flash of strong light blinded Fu Guang's vision; she discovered that the clothing she leaned on had completely changed.

The commander's attire emphasized hardness and coldness, but the clothing beneath his palm was now as soft as the down on his own wings, smooth as silk.

She stroked the down inside the wings, feeling only a faint warmth, like light shining on her palm.

Two fingers suddenly pinched her wrist, the pads pressing against her pulse, stopping her from touching.

He lifted his head; Xiguang's pale gold eyes fixed on her, as if she had committed an unforgivable sin, his gaze icy to the extreme.

Clearly he had embraced her without giving her a chance to refuse, yet she hadn't said anything.

What's wrong with touching?

A rebellious twitch, Fu Guang smiled slightly; just as she was about to feel with her other hand, a cold, heavy object pressed into her palm, letting her feel its uneven texture.

Fu Guang tried to lift the sword, but it didn't budge; she doubted herself and used both hands, yet the sword remained immobile, pressing down on her hand.

A slender hand with round, pink nails effortlessly lifted the sword from her grasp.

Such a hand looks healthy at a glance, and she hasn't practiced any weird cultivation methods.

Fu Guang's apothecary syndrome flared, and she instantly reached a conclusion.

She is nearly a perfect medicine person.

Enough, Fu Guang stopped herself from thinking further; she is a pharmacist of good morals, certainly not the murderous, smirking villain others claim.

The six wings opened; Fu Guang could barely recognize that the wasteland before her was just the treatment room moments ago.

After the thermal weapon bombardment, the ground was a sea of craters, scorched earth with no foothold, and transparent air currents twisted and rose.

The tip of her nose detected a smell she couldn't identify, stimulating her senses.

Her eyes and nose barely functioned under the odor; tears streamed uncontrollably from her eyes, instantly blurring her vision,

Her nose could hardly smell anything.

Scorching air currents struck her skin, instantly turning it red all over.

Radiation-filled fragments scattered; her temples throbbed, her whole head feeling as if it were exploding with pain.

Her five senses nearly vanished in this state; a fragile human body could not withstand the devastation comparable to a war-torn plowed field.

Xiguang had barely opened his wings for two breaths when he felt the life force of the girl in his arms plummet sharply.

He hastily retracted his wings, creating the sole pure land for the guide amidst this wreckage.

Is a B-rank guide's body really this weak?

Fu Guang's spiritual manipulation was superb; ordinary S-rank Sentinels could hardly match her, and her displayed combat prowess was not to be underestimated, causing the Sentinels to forget that she was a fragile B-rank guide.

Low-rank guides are like flowers; if not tended well, they will wither.

Fu Guang's complexion dim; she idly touched the foreign object on her face, her hand coming away bloody.

She coughed twice, unable to keep from spitting the blood from her throat; the scarlet blood soaked the feathers, dyeing them crimson.

The blood stained her lips red, her face deathly pale, like a female ghost.

Fu Guang's current appearance is almost nonexistent; her skin is red from the heat, her hair damp from sweat then dry, clumped messily atop her head.

Her eyelids fluttered open and shut as she leaned on Xiguang, regulating her breath for a while.

Within the narrow area enclosed by his wings, aside from Xiguang's thumping heartbeat, everything was shut out; it was very quiet.

Fu Guang, finding joy in hardship, thought that Xiguang and she now were like a bird mother spreading its wings to protect its chick.

Her eyelashes, thin as cicada wings, drooped down, covering her eyes.

Xiao Lan sensed Fu Guang's mood, appearing from the mental landscape atop her head.

It seemed to treat Fu Guang's head as its nest, always appearing there.

Pale blue light spread from the eggshell, Fu Guang's condition instantly improved greatly, while conversely the blue egg's aura gradually waned.

Xiguang sensed the change in the person's aura in his embrace, while one hand transformed his flying sword into eighty-one blades, and with the other part of his consciousness he probed the guide's condition.

Fu Guang's eyelids closed, and she recalled some things.

After she signed a contract with the two siblings Shutong, she could mobilize their mental power for her own use.

"Where?" Fu Guang asked Shutong via mental communication.

The two were sent by Fu Guang to the Dark Forest to search for medicinal herbs, but their current whereabouts are unknown.

"Sir, we are rushing to the treatment room; please be sure to stay safe." Anxious words came through the mental communication.

"No need to come; find a safe place—I need your mental power."