Chapter 225

Kailifu: -> Kailifu (already in glossary)

Yuehuanshe: "Congratulations, by the way, I prepared a gift for you, but you can only receive it if you go online at the foreign realm entrance."

Kailifu: "Huh? I remember that place in the Border Gate Area's foreign realm... it's quite dangerous, right?"

Yuehuanshe: "At the entrance it's not a big deal, but causing trouble there is like robbing a bank right across from the military district."

Kailifu: "Then I'll try to find the foreign realm entrance."

Yuehuanshe: "There's one near Stargate; you can ask the staff at Stargate Airport. Alright, I'll get back to work."

Kailifu: "Oh, you were busy? Okay, go ahead!"

In this constantly shaking background of moving earth and mountains, the elevator naturally had no significance.

Aomo, too lazy to slow down in front of the venue, naturally chose to lift the front of the bike and twist the throttle wildly.

A beast-like roar erupted from the engine, the black-and-white intertwined flame burst forth with astonishing thrust, sending the heavy motorcycle leaping onto the ramp prepared for wheelchairs.

Then he faced the pile of stones collapsed haphazardly ahead.

There was no deceleration, nor any deviation.

(none)

It was completely something not worth paying attention to; Aomo, charging into the venue with bike and rider, had already unfurled the demon's perception and vision—

—the vision of the mental outline came to nothing, but the spiritual sense had a fleeting stir.

A certain gaze… he felt a certain gaze, just like when he was at Ugeer Company, being tailed by Qianming.

It was a gaze lacking hostility, yet with a subtle difference.

The difference lay in the other party's obvious observational intent; as soon as it appeared, it was interrupted by his unconscious, alert raising of his head.

(none)

All he remembered was that instant when their dark-green eyes met; while drifting and braking, he saw the metal brackets of the twisted, skewed third-floor walkway, the demon planted his foot on the ground, amidst unending sparks, reoriented himself, regained speed, and sprinted straight for the walkway entrance.

Regardless of whether that guy had gone far, he first went upstairs to confirm his vision.

Staircases aren't fit for wheels, but the walls can certainly serve as a runway. Aomo, taking this nefarious route, kept communicating with the doctor while trying to gain a high vantage point to confirm Lapland's and the observer's exact positions.

And the owner of those vanishing emerald pupils, who had just appeared from a fifth‑floor room, was immediately confronted with a long blade at his throat.

It's a perilous distance; amid these ever‑present tremors, avoiding a cut relies solely on killing intent that has yet to surface.

"surprisemotherfaker~" The wolf‑woman, grinning with a fine set of teeth, stared at the immobile elf male before her and said, "It's time to release what shouldn't be in the city, long‑ear."

"What are you saying?" As she said, the green‑eyed male with rather long ears, forcing himself to stay calm, raised both hands and said, "I don't really understand."

As soon as he finished speaking, a ferocious wolf head shaped from black mist thrust out from beside the wolf woman, snarling, "Release my useless kin!"

She made no effort to hide her furious killing intent, but the wolf woman beside her was somewhat displeased: "Get back, Zaro."

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"But—" "Did I let you out?"

His blood‑red eyes locked onto the silver pupils; as he noticed the increasing impatience in them, the fire in his own eyes stalled and then faded in the silence.

"Sorry to have made you laugh."

She had silver hair and silver pupils, but not the metallic feel one expects; it was more like the mottled snow on dark soil, akin to the impression of the two black hairpins in her silver hair—and the wolf woman still kept her gentle smile.

This also forced a reluctant agreement onto the man's puzzled face: "Well, well—"

Bang!

The loud boom from outside swallowed the earlier sharp sound.

A flash of cold light was accompanied by a falling chunk of meat, and a slow trickle of blood seeped out a few beats later, dripping between them.

The wolf woman's smile stayed soft, her voice even tinged with obedience: "That's not what I want to hear."

After saying that, she glanced at the twitching ear on the ground, frowned slightly, and the blade in her hand mercilessly slit the elf man's throat—she succeeded, but it wasn't fatal.

Lapland frowned as the figure flashed away, putting several meters between herself and the elf man; she saw his right ear already healed and the wound in his neck quickly closing, only a faint bloodstain left to show what she had just accomplished.

"High‑speed regeneration… Are you really an elf?"

"Race isn't the shackle of power, Miss Wolf," the elf man said, pulling a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the blood from his neck, "but I must say, we oppose vio—"

Before his words were done, the blades struck; the twin edges wove a perfect corona‑like arc, the point where the two 'lines' met landing exactly on the opponent's body—yet such an assault was thwarted by a single raised hand from the other side.

"This is the second time, Miss Wolf, you've interrupted my speech——" "Did I let you speak?"

He raised the blade and swung again, its light icy and stern.

The wolf spirit clung to the twin blades, the beast's silver outline winding through the arcs, colliding with and twisting against the opponent's dark‑red blade light.

Finally unable to keep his composure, the man stepped forward; only after several crossings with Lapland's figure did he realize that what flew with the blades was not just the bright wolf spirit, but also a hidden dark fang—

The black wolf that had just been called Zaro now landed with light steps, still gripping in its mouth a severed arm with a sleeve attached.

He spat on the ground with a disdainful turn of his head, then looked at his one‑armed limb and said scornfully,

"How fast can you grow a single hand?"

"I see now, I said it felt familiar—turns out you guys are——" This time, prepared for interruptions, the man blocked the still‑swift blade with his hand and the dark‑red energy blade condensed before it, finishing his sentence once: "Fellow kin!"

He seemed to suddenly become excited, suddenly putting force into the blade to repel Lapland, yet his eyes fell on the black wolf Zaro.

Lapland, however, did not take this chance to strike again; instead, she fixed her gaze on the card between his fingers.

Because of the angle, she couldn't see the card's face clearly, but she confirmed it was indeed the thing warned about in the intelligence.

Could there really be more than two? I heard that Lin ton only has two at most.

Thinking this, she lowered her head to glance at the blade in her hand, then turned her gaze to the distant giant wolf Zaro, exchanged a look with it, and then looked at the iron box on the nearby table.

That iron box—when Zaro had roared at the man earlier, the man had glanced at it unconsciously, and when he had just mentioned their kind, he glanced at the box again.

The wolf lord, having suffered a loss to civilization, would no longer miss such a detail, and the woman capable of subduing the wolf lord would likewise not let that instant slip by.

And facing her, the man's desire to attack was genuinely low, while his words were genuinely many:

"Not bad, I didn'texpect——"

He lifted his other hand—that arm truly already repaired—and, relying on the ice blade that suddenly condensed on his forearm, he blocked the throwing knife that came tearing through the air; then he twisted his body violently, aiming the palm of his shattered weapon-hand at Zaro, who had leapt up beside him, and shouted excitedly, "There's still a chance to restock!"

A frigid cold current issued from there, freezing even the giant wolf's howl.

Zaro completely turned into a black wolf encased in ice, and fell from midair.

She was not completely frozen to unconsciousness; within the ice, a black mist could be faintly seen moving around the wolf's body through the holes in the ice, trying to find a way out.

It seems she really can't break free.

Unable to break free from the cold current wrought by the simulated frozen cosmic entity Grozam, and even as the will of the wilderness lay trapped in the frigid temperature of that cold planet, the madman who once forced the wilderness's will into submission still dared to recklessly swing his blade at the seemingly invincible foe.

"You don't think it's over, do you?"

She even let out a mocking sound, completely indifferent to the fact that her blade had failed to pierce the dark-red energy and returned useless; she merely used this opportunity to draw attention, then she shoved her booted foot hard onto the ice binding Zaro—

—causing it to slide toward the doorway!

But she, she and Zaro, perhaps just unlucky, at this very moment the ground beneath them underwent the strongest tremor; the ice's originally straight sliding path was obstructed and veered, striking the doorframe, and she herself lost her balance, nearly falling.

Fortunately, the opposite side was in much the same state.

She didn't bother with grace, crouching to steady herself on the ground, then, in an instant of regaining balance, she leapt up again and rushed straight for the iron box on the table, while the elf man finally panicked, shouting loudly, "Stop! That's my cargo!"

He didn't just shout; he also reached out his hand.

But at first glance, that hand appeared to hold nothing.

Like a meaningless Er Kang hand, it also failed to stop Lappland from grabbing the box and clutching it to her chest.

Yet he still maintained that gesture, causing the already-running Lappland, as she sprinted, to glance at him with doubt.

That doubt was cleared up quickly—indeed, in less than two seconds she heard the approaching rumble, and her attempt to quicken her pace was hampered only by lacking the burst of speed of a horse girl.

The iron claw of Jin Gu Qiao—more precisely, the torso-mounted flying device attached to that iron claw—smashed the wall and lunged at her to grab her in the final seconds—

—while a demon rider, who broke through the wall even faster, came over to intercept.

"Lappland, grab hold!"

——

Right after the doctor sent the coordinates, Aomo immediately approached, and thanks to his demonized form's excellent hearing, he heard the howling outside the wall that lacked soundproofing like ruined walls; he subtly realized he was quite familiar with that sound.

—in that very dream, the final dream recorded by the red-crested finch streamer who was taken out by Jin Gu Qiao, Aomo had already heard such a sound.

Even the method was identical—directly smashing doors, windows, walls, and floorboards, the torso-mounted flying device advanced with the oppressive momentum of a massive wall, crushing everything!

This made the situation clear to him without needing to confer with Lappland, and even more clearly showed that if he drove his vehicle straight into her, he would only be playing into her hands.

If he collided, he'd be crushed into pulp—truly worthy of Penguin Express, delivering with lightning speed.

But if he were to do that at the same moment…

... would using the Beta Magic Blade to unleash monstrous power be an option?

By the time he had thought this through, he had already smashed through the wall of the target room.

And all he hoped was that, when he appeared, Lappland would not 'sensibly' reject his outstretched hand.