Chapter 74: Beast Blood Sentinel

Beast Blood Sentinel

Blood was rapidly draining, his heart pounding nonstop like thunder, his ragged breaths growing louder.

The pale blue ear fins lost their color, the dying person moved his sharp hand from the girl's neck to her other shoulder, as if embracing her.

He clenched his eyes shut, waiting for his death.

Hoo, ha.

His voice sounded like wind‑tossed waves from the seabed; the gravely injured merperson said in a deep tone, "Your Majesty, you will survive to the end, right?"

It seemed like a reproach; at the brink of death he wanted to take a calming pill.

A similarly cold hand lifted his chin, pushing upward; the tall merperson was shoved back along the water.

The merperson had lost too much blood; his water elemental power involuntarily seeped out beside him, forming a bubble.

He strained to open his eyes, looking at the blond girl's back.

A small blue flower blossomed on his bare chest, its petals edged with flowing red embroidery, opening faintly.

Red threads spreading from the flower wound around Fu Guang's slender wrist like a bracelet.

Fu Guang turned her head in confusion; the merperson floated there, his long tail dragging, his scales no longer shining as before, his blue eyes fixed on her, but the initial killing intent had vanished—he had given up killing her.

Otherwise, the moment the Sentinel noticed the little blue flower, Fu Guang didn't realize her frail body could block the Sentinel's attempt to kill her.

What changed his mind? Fu Guang shook her head, not intending to think about it—it didn't matter anyway, since he was about to die.

There's no need to ponder the thoughts of someone about to die.

She reached to touch the red mark on her neck, a sharp pain flaring; even a light touch of her sharp nails would leave a trace.

"You'd better not kill him," said Xiao Lan, who was supposed to be in seclusion, suddenly speaking within the mental landscape.

Crack crack

A sound rang through heaven and earth, like a mirror being shattered.

When Fu Guang lifted her head, she saw torrential seawater pouring down from the sky; the heavens had been torn open at some point, columnar streams pouring from the rifts, forming a water pillar connecting heaven and earth.

"Could I follow this water pillar up to the heavens to take a look?" Fu Guang thought, untimely.

This place was far from the rift; the surrounding mist faded, a flash of firelight appeared in the distance, then rising plumes of smoke—everything was instantly submerged in water, becoming indistinct.

The rushing seawater surged forward; in the span of a breath it washed over her bare feet, calves, filling her nostrils with a salty, bitter taste.

A robe disguised as a bracelet instantly formed on her.

The next instant, the immense force of the underwater undercurrent, even after being weakened by the robe, shoved her body, making her stagger.

It made her involuntarily want to drift with the waves, but the merperson seized the girl's wrist drifting past his side, their long nails clacking together.

This robe was one of the marks of S‑rank; his eyes lit up.

As far as the eye could see, everything turned into ocean; in the distance a huge, indistinct creature seemed to swim by, the low roar of beasts echoing through the place.

Only Yummengze tore open the beautiful veil, revealing a dangerous corner.

"Your Majesty, can you survive?" the man spoke again, his voice different from before, his killing intent flaring once more, thick with danger.

It seemed he had changed his mind, about to erupt in the next second, once again deciding to kill her.

Madman.

Fu Guang narrowed her eyes, raised her hand and slapped the merperson without hesitation; the water element scattered, leaving a vacuum.

The slap made no sound, caused no pain—it was merely a humiliation.

Lan'an only felt his fangs itch; the girl quickly adapted to the new area, leaving his side and walking through the water as if on solid ground.

The girl raised his chin with one hand, gripping it, and with the other pulled the red thread; the blue flower at its tip had almost fused with his flesh, a dull ache that had never been felt before now transmitted from his heart.

This refreshed Lan'an's spirit.

"I am the King; you only need to obey my orders—nothing else matters."

"Understand? Sentinel."

With her words, a mighty spiritual power, clearly not that of a B‑rank Guide, burst forth from her slight frame.

It surged toward him, unimpeded by any mental barrier; his head swam for an instant, then exploded with intense pleasure and excitement.

Your Majesty.

As if suffering from skin‑thirst, he reached out to embrace the girl before him.

"Xiguang, stop him." The glaring long sword blocked his sharp claws; a silver‑haired man stood behind the girl, glaring conspicuously.

"He can't hurt you." Xiao Lan's eggshell glittered with golden light; Fu Guang looked at it, the little blue's blue‑colored shell making her seem devoid of any will to live.

"Other sea creatures might perhaps do it, but only merpeople absolutely cannot." Though Xiao Lan had disappeared for less than a day, her youthful voice carried the weight of vicissitudes, as if she had lived through countless tales.

The blue egg spun twice on the spot, looking hard to describe: "The merpeople—if you don't exist, they are the kings of the ocean."

Fu Guang raised her hand to signal Xiguang to watch the merperson's movements, ready to take him down if anything changed; she stood aside, preparing to hear what Xiao Lan would say.

"So… it's normal for it to want to kill me?"

What? Xiao Lan suddenly realized her previous words were ambiguous. "I mean, they are meant to succeed you as king."

What's the difference? Fu Guang felt that someday she would need to find a place for her spiritual form to study.

Xiao Lan paused, realizing that everything she had said meant the same thing.

"If I were to be born, I would be the rightful king."

Fu Guang remained patient with her spiritual form, waiting for it to straighten out its thoughts.

"In the days I don't exist, it will guard my inheritance for me." Exactly, Xiao Lan felt she had finally gotten it straight, and she jumped excitedly.

Fu Guang, however, had a doubt—inheritance? Her unborn spiritual form actually had an inheritance; how could she not know?

She asked, "You before?" Could her spiritual form also reincarnate?

"Yes, no, inheritance, you get it, inheritance." Xiao Lan, hearing Fu Guang's doubt, quickly retorted.

These words raised too many doubts; Fu Guang began to suspect her spiritual form—could such a foolish spiritual form really be hers?

「You...... 」 Xiao Lan was speechless, choking up. It indeed somewhat does not conform to a normal spiritual body; it fumed, thinking, just as she fits a normal guide.

"The merfolk should only be this one right here." It pondered, then said, the image that suddenly flashed in its mind was chaotic—couldn't tell if it was true inheritance or information it had gathered from Yummengze's seawater.

Blood dyed Yummengze red; merfolk fell one by one, returning to the sea, leaving only a single dark egg, almost the color of seawater.

As interstellar development progressed, human genes continued to evolve, absorbing genes from various races, gradually revealing two trends. Sentinels split into Human Sentinels and Beast-blood Sentinels.

The first type, Human Sentinel, shares seventy percent of its genes with ancient humans, leans toward humanity; a person and their spiritual body can be separated, and guides are relatively easy to control.

The second type, Beast-blood Sentinel, shares fifty percent of its genes with ancient humans, is fewer in number, leans toward beasts; they lack a spiritual body—their spiritual body is themselves—and their animal nature and instincts drive them.

Because they often go mad, they are lone-wolf sentinels that no guide likes.