Chapter 141: Honkai: Star Rail — The Xianzhou General Wouldn't Dream of a Yandere Chapter 138: Lan and Xuan Ge

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Protagonist:

Xuan Ge

Time, pushed forward a quarter of an hour.

Xuan Ge forced himself to endure the pain wracking his entire body, slowly stood up, and walked step by step toward the direction of Wei Qing and the others.

His steps were somewhat staggering; with every step he took, came the pain of tendons and veins tearing apart.

The reason he could still remain conscious right now relied entirely on the power of Harmony to forcibly sustain him.

Those billions upon billions of karmic lines exploded; if he didn't have the power of Harmony...

The Feather Emperor truly could achieve the unprecedented feat of slaying a Divine Might General.

From a hundred meters away, Wei Qing dismounted, his expression respectful, and walked quickly toward Xuan Ge; when he reached him, he immediately cupped his fists in salute.

"General, the Abundance invaders who infringed upon the Shen Wu Xian Zhou have been completely annihilated, without a single survivor."

Wei Qing's voice was steady and powerful, carrying a touch of solemnity after victory, yet also hiding a hint of hard-to-detect gravity.

"Very good."

Xuan Ge gave a slight nod, his voice hoarse, forcing his body to hold up, his tone laced with endless exhaustion.

He paused for a moment, then finally asked the question he cared about most, his gaze fixed tightly on Wei Qing:

"In this Third Abundance War, what are the casualties?"

Wei Qing's body stiffened slightly, the gravity in his eyes becoming even more pronounced.

He took a deep breath, slowly spoke, his tone heavy: "Reporting to the General, the intelligence sent by Commander Li and Commander Bai, combined with the Shen Wu Xian Zhou battle situation, totals seventy thousand Shen Wu Army dead, and one hundred ten thousand Cloud Knight Army dead."

"The Ming Army under Dan Heng, together with the Fang Hu Ming Army, jointly tallied casualties at thirty thousand."

Upon hearing this, Xuan Ge only felt a powerful sense of suffocation strike instantly, as if an invisible hand had tightly clamped around his throat.

His whole body went limp; he couldn't help but retreat a step, his figure swaying, as if he would collapse to the ground the next second.

One hundred eighty thousand soldiers dead, thirty thousand Ming casualties, plus the lives of billions upon billions of living beings.

Each of these numbers, like sharp knives, viciously stabbed into the bottom of his heart, hurting so much he could barely breathe.

"General!"

Wei Qing was greatly alarmed; he hurried forward, wanting to support Xuan Ge, but was harshly stopped by Xuan Ge raising his hand.

Xuan Ge's gaze turned incomparably heavy, his voice carrying a trace of trembling:

"Seventy thousand... seventy thousand Shen Wu Army soldiers, do they all have surviving descendants?"

Wei Qing's heart instantly sank.

He knew the General would definitely ask this question; this answer, he truly found difficult to utter.

Hardening his scalp, he replied in a low voice: "Some do."

"Wei Qing, you're starting to be dishonest too?"

Xuan Ge's gaze instantly turned cold, his cold eyes staring dead at Wei Qing, he rebuked sternly: "Speak!"

That majesty and rage made Wei Qing's whole body shudder; he no longer dared to conceal anything, his voice deep and guilt-ridden:

"Those with surviving descendants, only... ten thousand..."

Only ten thousand.

These four words exploded beside Xuan Ge's ears.

He could no longer suppress the grief in his heart, his hands clutching Wei Qing's shoulders with a death grip.

The force was so great it directly crushed the shoulder armor on Wei Qing's body into powder, fragments scattering across the ground.

Wei Qing endured the pain, yet didn't dare move in the slightest, letting Xuan Ge clutch his shoulders.

The next second, Xuan Ge's vision went black, he could no longer hold on, and fainted straight away.

Exhaustion, injury, plus the heartache from learning of the soldiers' heavy losses, like a tide, completely submerged him.

"General!!"

Wei Qing paled in shock; he hurriedly reached out, steadily catching the unconscious Xuan Ge, afraid he would fall and worsen his injuries.

He held Xuan Ge, his expression anxious, and shouted loudly at the personal guards behind him: "Summon the military doctors and Long Zun! Quickly!"

Xuan Ge's consciousness gradually awakened, but he did not return to reality; instead, he entered a strange space — the Ming Tu Xia Jian.

He opened his eyes, looked around, and saw only tranquility within the Xia Jian.

Not far away, a man was sitting quietly, holding a cup of tea in his hand, sipping it slowly.

That man had a head of deep blue, so deep it was nearly black, hair color; his features were handsome, his temperament cold and clear, and his whole body was wreathed in a dense, indissoluble power of the Xunlie.

Xuan Ge recognized him at a glance.

Besides the Xunlie Xingshen Lan, who else could it be?

Anger instantly ignited in his heart; without even thinking he knew, it was this Xunlie Xingshen again, finding trouble for him when there was none.

He even specially took human form, looking quite handsome, yet doing such annoying things.

The more he thought, the angrier he got; Xuan Ge instantly burned with rage, strode forward, and facing Lan, cursed loudly:

"Lan! Are you sick?"

"Do you know I was listening to the military report! So many soldiers out there are still waiting for me!"

Right now his heart was full of the matter of the fallen soldiers; he simply had no mind to waste words with Lan.

Lan, however, didn't pay the slightest heed to Xuan Ge's outburst, still holding the teacup, expression flat, and said slowly:

"Shut your stinking mouth, sit down."

Flat tone, as if ordering his own subordinates.

Xuan Ge stared dead at Lan, the rage in his eyes almost bursting forth, yet in the end he still pressed it down.

He walked over to Lan's opposite side in a bad mood, pulled over a chair, sat down heavily, raised his hand to pour himself a cup of tea, gulped down a mouthful, tone unkind:

"If you dare transmit the Hunt Path Star God's position to me again, I'll drag the entire universe into infinite vengeance."

His tone was firm, without the slightest joking intent; he truly did not want to become a Star God.

Lan set down the teacup in hand, turned her head, looked at Xuan Ge in puzzlement, brows slightly furrowed:

"Why? Only you in this position, you can do anything you want to do."

Lan paused, continued speaking, tone carrying a trace of acknowledgment:

"You are the first one, to receive my glance, receive my blessing, and still want to kill me."

"You, have the qualifications."

"Don't randomly give me face, I'm very vulgar."

"I don't want to become a god."

Lan still puzzled, eyes carrying a trace of confusion, continued asking: "Why? Is there something you can't put down?"

"The Shen Wu Corps can be left to that girl Fei Xiao to manage; her will is firm enough, and sufficient to resonate with the Hunt."

Blue veins instantly surfaced on Xuan Ge's forehead; he was truly angered into laughter by Lan, tone carrying a few parts helplessness and irritability:

"Big brother, haven't you noticed, the two of us talking aren't even on the same frequency?"

"I'm saying, I'm very vulgar! You insist I spell it out?"

Lan's expression still flat, slowly spoke, tone without the slightest ripple: "Then you spell it out."

"I..! You...!"

Xuan Ge was choked speechless by Lan, nearly angered into laughter, then took a deep breath, patiently explained:

"I am human, have seven emotions and six desires, have love and hate and partings, I don't want to become a god."

"I know, you Star Gods, can do what you want within the Path's framework, but I don't want to be bound by the Path, I only want to be myself."

Lan furrowed brows, the confusion in her eyes increasingly obvious, still those three words: "Spell it out."

"I have a wife, still waiting to go back to a warm kang, clear enough?"

Xuan Ge could no longer hold back, facing Lan, shouted loudly, tone carrying a few parts irritability, and a trace of hard-to-detect bashfulness.

Finished speaking, his cheeks instantly surfaced a layer of faint red flush.

He wants to go back, return to their side, return to the Shen Wu Corps' side, protect everything he wants to protect.

"Then you really are a vulgar person."

Lan spoke blandly, tone without the slightest mockery, only a trace of flatness.

Immediately, he gave Xuan Ge no chance to retort, expression instantly turning serious, tone solemn:

"Destruction and Harmony both have their eyes on you, while Erudition is continuously calculating you."

Hearing this, Xuan Ge froze for a moment, then laughed, tone carrying a few parts teasing, not the slightest fear:

"Let them watch, who watches as diligently as you?"

"Who disappeared for hundreds of years, impersonated my Vesper, lurked beside me, prevented me from being snatched by Nanuk, don't you know in your heart?"

His tone relaxed, yet spoke a secret hidden for many years.

The reason he himself has no danfu is not because he was born that way, but because the Hunt Path Star God Lan once killed him once.

And the reason for killing him was also very simple — because back then, at his first meeting with the Hunt, he wanted to kill Him.

And the current him is the pure Hunt embodiment, both the Xian Zhou celestial body and the Hunt's will.

Also the Hunt's shackles on himself.

After the Shen Wu Xian Zhou set sail, the Hunt Path Star God's light arrows streaking across the universe began to gradually decrease.

Not that Lan slackened, but that he has always been impersonating his own Vesper, lurking beside himself, preventing himself from being taken by Nanuk.

As for those rampaging abominations, naturally the Shen Wu Corps steps out to strike them, both tempering the Shen Wu Corps and letting him grow better.

Xuan Ge looked at Lan, corner of mouth hooking a trace of mocking smile, tone teasing:

"How about it, since you're a Star God, for a favored Emissary, you have to go all out to snatch?"

Lan looked at Xuan Ge, still that universe-scourge appearance, not the slightest change because of the Harmony Path; the heart He had suspended finally let down.

He doesn't fear Xuan Ge being strong, only fears Xuan Ge being influenced by the Harmony or Destruction Paths, losing his own true heart, leading the universe into an irretrievable tragic ending.

Next second, the temperament on Lan instantly changed, divinity beginning to gain the upper hand, a trace of brilliant blue light flashing in the pupils.

"Harmony gave you the opportunity, go do it with all your might."

Lan's voice became increasingly majestic, carrying the Star God's weight and expectation:

"How high the Hunt can reach, whether it will fall, all depends on you."

Finished speaking, Lan's figure, like starlight, slowly dissipated in the Path Narrow Gap, leaving not the slightest trace.

Xuan Ge looked at the direction Lan disappeared, opened his mouth, wanted to say something, like "Lan, are you a virgin".

But the words not yet spoken, he only felt before his eyes a blackness, and fainted again.