Chapter 982: I Have Arrived!

Holy shit, is Chu An crazy?! Damn it! What the hell is he doing again?!

Snatching the note, Xiong Hanzi's eyes widened like copper bells, wishing he could burrow into the paper.

Those two short lines, in his eyes, looked as if they were filled with the words 'go get yourself killed'.

At this very moment, if Chu An were in front of him, he'd probably get a brutal beating.

What a joke, letting Mo Ling go in!?

This is practically sending a little girl to her death!

Gritting his teeth, Zhang Tie instinctively grabbed little Mo Ling, fearing she would heed Chu An's advice and plunge headfirst into that battlefield.

Let alone Mo Ling's fragile mortal body.

As the battle intensified, even a steel robot would be pulverized the instant it was thrown in.

At this rate, anyone who goes will die!

Those invisible shockwaves each packed a force comparable to a full-powered strike from a third Fourth Rank.

Snatching the pen, Zhang Tie wrote a few big characters on the note as quickly as an elementary school student.

"Chu the Pervert! What the hell riddle are you pulling?!"

"Mo Ling going in... that's practically suicide!!"

He finished writing, fuming.

He pressed so hard he nearly ripped the note.

If the note weren't a system prop, under Xiong Hanzi's rough handling it would likely have been torn to shreds.

He didn't wait for a reply.

Mo Ling kept her eyes fixed on the distant battle where Lin An was engaged, while gently pushing Zhang Tie aside with her small hand, indicating he needn't worry about her.

It seemed she had thought of something.

Her eyes twitched slightly.

Unlike Zhang Tie's irritation, she gradually seemed to grasp what Chu An meant.

She pressed her lips together, and a flicker of resolve crossed her bloodless little face:

"We don't need to find Chu An anymore!"

"I'll go!"

Zhang Tie snapped his head up at the sound, staring at Mo Ling with huge copper-bell eyes full of surprise:

"Mo Ling, have you gone mad!?"

"No matter how urgent, we can't just send her to die! What if Lin Dui himself comes out and sees you dead—he'd be furious!"

"No, I have to make Chu An explain clearly!"

"Damn, this old trickster always pulls this stunt—isn't he just playing with us?!"

Moments later, a neat line of text appeared on the note once more.

As if he had anticipated Zhang Tie's reaction, Chu An at the Amoeba Worm dungeon merely shook his head, then after writing he flung the note aside and stopped checking it.

It was just like the meme Lin An encountered—no big deal.

"Don't worry about that blockhead."

"Just go in yourself."

As always, it matched Chu An's style—even more concise than Lin An's.

In those few short words, little Mo Ling could see Chu An's assured composure, though he couldn't be bothered to elaborate.

A wry smile touched her small face.

Mo Ling looked at the anxious Zhang Tie, but with both hands she pushed him away more firmly, speaking softly:

"If we don't obey Chu An, what else can we do?"

A flicker of determination crossed her face as little Mo Ling forced a relaxed smile, indicating to Zhang Tie that he needn't worry about her.

"All right, you don't need to worry either."

"Trust Chu An—although that guy isn't quite normal, he's never harmed us."

"Moreover..."

Little Mo Ling lifted her head, her gaze turning once more toward Lin An's side:

"I don't believe he'd let me go to my death."

"Lin An means the world to him; after saving Lin An, if Lin An found out I'd died, he'd surely beat him to a pulp!"

She gave a light laugh, saying as much.

But she couldn't help recalling the scene of Zhang Tie's death in battle.

Exactly, Lin An means a lot to Colonel Chu, but as for them... it's not necessarily the case.

Is Chu An planning to die himself and then employ the Necromancer Lord to settle this predicament?

A vague guess.

She didn't dare tell Zhang Tie; a tinge of regret and a faint sorrow flickered in Mo Ling's heart.

I don't know... I don't understand.

In the depths of fate, the girl's intuition told her that Chu An was like an invisible great hand, slowly pushing everything forward.

On this road, besides Lin An, no one is exempt from sacrifice.

Death is indeed terrifying.

But Lin An dying is even more terrifying.

Just like a sixth sense, Zhang Tie watched as he pushed away his little Mo Ling; even if he couldn't fathom a deeper layer, for a moment he vaguely sensed the emotion welling up from Mo Ling's subconscious.

He knew this feeling all too well.

Instinctively wanted to speak up to stop them.

But after a moment, Xiong Hanzi struggled to open their mouth, not knowing what to say.

It seemed he didn't believe Chu An, insisting that guy explain clearly.

Actually, deep down he did trust Chu An; he just didn't want to act rashly.

That pervert, although usually everyone wanted to stay far away from him, but when a problem arose, Chu An was like an all-powerful Doraemon, able to solve any difficulty.

The solution has already been given.

Chu An's brief words made him unable to help recalling what that guy had told him before he entered the amoeba worm.

Exactly the same, almost exactly the same.

His heart sank suddenly.

Without waiting for him to say anything else, Mo Ling directly went past him, without hesitation jumping out the window, her small silhouette charging straight toward the center of the battlefield in his view.

"Mo Ling!?"

"Don't go!"

At the battlefield's center, the violent clash of spiritual energy, as if substantive, collided.

And where the fighting was fiercest, it was exactly two Aberrant Mutant Lin Ans.

Corpses piled up like mountains on the ground, blood flowing like rivers.

Under layer upon layer of pressure, even the air began to tremble.

In high-speed fist clashes, the swords formed from condensed bone spurs slashed each other's bodies.

Both being Aberrant Mutants, the two white bone monsters' strength was nearly indistinguishable.

With each clash, countless shattered bone spurs shot out like shrapnel, turning the surrounding melee Lin Ans into sieves.

And at the core of the two Aberrant Mutants, a vague, phantom-like image was gradually condensing.

Looking closely, it seemed to be an even more eerie and terrifying white monster.

"Bang!"

"Bang!!"

"Boom!!!"

In the fierce battle, deafening sounds exceeding human limits continually entered the ears.

Crossing a stretch of ruins, passing through burning buildings.

Straining to keep balance, Mo Ling struggled to run toward the heart of the battlefield.

As the distance drew nearer, even though the battlefield's important point was still half a kilometer away, each incoming shockwave would shift her stance considerably.

Qi and blood surged, as if giant hammers struck the body.

Lin An...

She raised her head to look at Lin An of various eras, a hint of bitterness flashing in her eyes.

At this distance, she could already see clearly how many Lin Ans had died.

Among the corpses piled on the ground, many outfits made her feel especially familiar.

At the bottom of the corpse mound was the first Lin An she had ever encountered.

She still remembered that the first time she encountered Lin An was on the rooftop.

Now thinking back, Lin An was truly brutal back then.

Even though I had fainted from hunger, that guy forcibly woke me up with mental power...

Eyes showing recollection.

Little Mo Ling, thinking of the past, unconsciously showed a bitter smile on her face.

That bastard Lin An once forced me to follow him with detox potion...

Later, if the zombies couldn't be dealt with, he let her take action.

During that time, I was really about to die from exhaustion.

Fragment after fragment of memory surfaced in the mind; not knowing if it was due to infection, for a moment Mo Ling seemed to see that rainy scene before her eyes.

When did I... start to like that idiot?

Was it when the red spider chased and tried to kill me?

Was it that silhouette appearing in the rain at the critical moment?

Or was it him, staying in the base, preferring the base to fall rather than let me come to harm, sitting on the central stronghold?

In her random thoughts, Mo Ling only felt her head growing heavier.

"Whoosh!"

The next second, a shard of exploded metal instantly sliced across her face, leaving a bead of blood.

A slight sting.

The final 100 meters.

Under the astonishing overflowing pressure, Mo Ling, as if regaining consciousness, forced herself up, fists clenched tight.

She stared blankly at Lin An in the sky, stubbornly lifting her head.

Idiot Lin An.

I've come to save you.