Chapter 75: Puppet Line

Puppet Line

Beast-blood Sentinels are like beasts; they are linked by the same mental entity, together forming a tribe-like group.

Their reproduction also differs from ordinary humans, being more like beasts. For example, merperson Sentinels are egg-born; on the day they hatch they look like normal humans, and around age seven they gradually take on the appearance of merpeople.

Compared to normal human Sentinels, beast-blood Sentinels do not fit the human differentiation period of fourteen to twenty years; from birth, their mother's genes already determine what type of Sentinel they are.

In known beast-blood Sentinel tribes, the general groups adopt a matrilineal survival mode; all members entrust the newborn young to the tribe to raise together, while adult members gather resources for the tribe to jointly raise the next generation.

They are more suited to natural law; their rules, as seen by humans, are even more cruel.

According to the known Sea East Green Tribe, when children reach seven years old, the tribe opens a flight trial for them, pushing the young children off a cliff of ten thousand ren, solely to let them first awaken the parts of their wings.

It's not hard to guess: if they are ocean-type beast-blood Sentinels, would they dive straight into the seabed?

Star Sea Grand Observation opens a new vista for you.

The written work is called, Star Sea Grand Observation.

In Fu Guang's search for knowledge about Guides and Sentinels, many written works bear the name Star Sea Grand Observation, and many have also obtained official certification marks, just like this information about beast-blood Sentinels.

"Beast-blood Sentinels are loyal to their King." Xiao Lan finally concluded.

"But his aura of wanting to kill me is not feigned."

"Moreover, there will be loyal vassals who doubt whether the King is fit to be King."

"They will doubt the King's strength, wondering if he can bear the title of King."

"They will doubt why the King is King."

As Fu Guang spoke, she almost laughed out loud, thinking that only subjects who wanted to replace the King would think this way.

"This..." Xiao Lan was at a loss for words; it only knew that beast-blood Sentinels would not betray the King, but as for the current situation, its mind was a muddled mess.

Fu Guang gave a light laugh; her voice was like an icicle striking Xiao Lan's eggshell.

"Moreover, if loyalty is to the King, is there only one King? According to your saying, there once was a King; if it was his command, would one not need to be loyal to the next King?"

"Who would he listen to?" The girl's words wound around Xiao Lan's insufficient mind, and in a moment she could hear the sound of water in her brain.

Xiao Lan's eggshell followed Fu Guang's words downward; frightened, its whole body flashed with golden light, the egg trembled nonstop, and suddenly it felt that Fu Guang, who had always been before it, was practically a great benefactor.

Is her core pure black when cut? But just thinking of such Fu Guang actually gives a strange sense of safety and familiarity.

"However, I won't kill him." Fu Guang looked at the two Sentinels whose eyes clashed intensely.

In her sight, the lower hem of her ritual robe swayed with the water waves; she revealed some things, being a B-rank Guide yet possessing the items of an S-rank Guide.

Since she is the King, she should do what a King ought to do: yin gives birth to yang, yang gives birth to yin, subjects keep checks and balances, and pairs are most fitting.

"You don't mind his wanting to kill you?" Xiao Lan wanted to hug her own frail body, but couldn't help being curious, and softly said to Fu Guang, who in its eyes was surrounded by black aura.

"Who made me so weak while he still has value?" Fu Guang spread her hands and smiled; Xiao Lan could not tell whether this sentence was true or false.

"Oh" Xiao Lan replied dully, still planning to enter closed-door cultivation; the outside world is too complex, she will strive to level up, not wanting to be someone else's dish, not wanting grilled fish, boiled fish, or steamed fish.

Fu Guang raised her palm; the red thread flew upward, twining lovingly over her fingertips; Lan'an could feel it, a thread running freely beneath her skin and flesh.

Strange and icy cold, unknown where it probes.

Sparing his life does not mean he does not need to pay a price.

Deep black surfaced in Fu Guang's eyes as she locked gazes with the tall, silver-haired sword-wielding man; she was doing some forbidden bad things to block me, hey, Sentinel.

Fu Guang did not know how she laughed at this moment—alluring, her eyes holding a challenge to the rules and indifference to life.

Whether toward others or herself, she is like a wanderer of the world's edges, clearly all her actions are within the rules' allowance.

She greatly anticipates someone tearing open her peaceful life.

Xi Guang heard the sound of Lan'an's flesh and blood surging beside his ear; he only gazed at the girl before him holding the red thread, like a tempting demon of decadence from a childhood fairy tale.

He should stop her; he thought so.

Lan'an was in great pain, his muscles and bones panting; he did not turn back to look at this colleague's miserable state, merely drifting innocently with the red thread as it moved up and down with the water flow.

According to the Federal White Tower First Law, Lan'an has already violated it; by law he should become an "undead" lacking the five senses and six consciousnesses.

Even if Guides pursue his guilt and punish him, even death is within the scope of the statutes and is permitted.

Fu Guang took in Xi Guang's state, keeping it in mind; Xi Guang is more rigid than she thought, yet she likes him all the more.

Being rigid is good; she will absolutely be a model citizen.

A long blue tail rested on the sea surface; the Sentinel with translucent ear fins fainted at one moment, utterly without breath; after a few breaths, the chest beat again and breathing resumed.

A blue flower imprint was on the merperson's chest; beneath it, the red thread twined around the Sentinel's heart, tightening and loosening gradually with each heartbeat.

This honoring pain, with the heartbeat, lets him feel it at every moment.

"Sentinel, what is your name?"

The girl's figure before him vanished and reappeared, smiling gently at him, lacking the cold face he usually saw.

Turns out they still haven't gone through names and surnames?

"Lan'an." His voice was slow and hoarse, yet his bewitching quality remained.

Like a small brush sweeping inside a person's ear, wanting to immerse in his voice.

"Lan'an." Fu Guang softened her voice, repeating once: "Now you are mine."

She unintentionally moved the red thread in her hand; a sharp pain at the heart instantly struck Lan'an's limbs and body, and in a moment it was as if he had lost control of his body.

After recovering, it made the merperson's fish tail involuntarily curl upward.

The same blue eyes lost focus for an instant, then burst with great enthusiasm, as if excited about the King possessing the power to protect himself.

Fu Guang no longer bothered to discern the merperson's brain circuits; anyway, he is completely hers, right?

The merperson bowed elegantly, voice respectful: "Yes, Guide."

Come to think of it, he still remembers not to call the King in front of outsiders.

But why do you always forget who the King is?

The King does not tolerate others' defiance, nor does He need their pity.

Even if it is a weak king, that is not his reason for despising the king.

Fu Guang stood in place, stretched out her hands, and issued the command: "Come, hold me."

Lan'an's pupils widened in surprise for an instant; his tail, before he could react, uncontrollably swam toward the king.

"You belong to me, understand?" The girl had red threads winding around her hand, her slender fingertips touching his bare chest.

"Yes, I belong to you." Lan'an reached out and grasped the girl's soft hand, finally lowering his head and speaking devoutly.