Chapter 350: Ying Duo: You're a good person, but no thanks

Is he making firearms on the scene?

At their level, the lethality of ordinary firearms is truly limited, so it's no wonder those from Co-Absorption didn't bother to monitor what Ying Duo was doing.

Yue Chengzhang's gaze sank slightly; Luo Jinyou couldn't move, but Ying Duo could—the problem lay in his brain that couldn't communicate normally.

Anyway, better to protect one than none.

Yang Yixie's fingers flew through the void, the 【Modification】 skill providing him with a keyboard outlined in Ying Guang Lu lines; the materials he took from his backpack decomposed, reassembled, and spliced in midair under his control.

It was much like using a computer before, so he picked it up quickly.

In just a dozen seconds, a roughly shaped but absolutely ferocious six-barrel Gatling began to take form in Ying Duo's hands.

Considering his lack of skill with firearms, he chose to make himself a Gatling first; although the damage would be lower, it made up for it with dense firepower.

The equipment's weight wasn't light either, but Ying Duo's strength attribute was still completely fine.

Seeing that the equipment in his hand was about to be completed.

Meanwhile, Yue Chengzhang seized an opening, using the force of the tentacle attack to rush toward Bai Mu Yun.

His target wasn't Bai Mu Yun, but Ying Duo behind him.

Bai Mu Yun's pupils constricted; unlike Lu Mu, who was completely relaxed watching Fang Zhiyan's excitement, he remained wary of Yue Chengzhang's movements.

He raised his hand, just about to unleash his ability for defense.

"Boom——!"

A muffled gunshot rang from afar; a sniper bullet tore through the air, precisely striking Bai Mu Yun's shoulder blade.

Bai Mu Yun grunted, staggered back a few steps, and blood welled from the wound.

Yue Chengzhang seized the opportunity, a sword strike shaking aside the tentacles blocking his front.

"Hah!"

With a fierce shout, golden sword light swept out, sending everyone nearby flying.

Lu Mu lifted Luo Jinyou, flipped a few times in the air, then crashed heavily into a pile of rubble, cursing under his breath.

Bai Mu Yun narrowly avoided slamming into a wall, clutching his shoulder, his face pale.

Fang Zhiyan's tentacles braced on the ground to stabilize his stance, his dark-red eyes narrowing slightly as he looked toward the direction the gunfire came from.

Ying Duo was also flung upward by the shockwave; just as his equipment was about to finish, it emitted a mechanical gear-turning sound, then belched out a puff of black smoke.

Before he could lament the equipment that was just one step shy of completion, Ying Duo was seized midair by a strong hand and pulled behind.

Yue Chengzhang shielded him behind himself.

"Don't be afraid," Yue Chengzhang said in a low, firm voice, giving the person behind him a sense of safety, "I'll cover your retreat."

Ying Duo stumbled from being pulled, steadied himself, then lifted his head to glance at him.

His golden eyes blinked, and he finally made out the name hovering above Yue Chengzhang's head.

Oh, an acquaintance.

He raised his hand and waved at Yue Chengzhang as a greeting.

Yue Chengzhang: "......"

Now is not the time for greetings!

He could only suppress that heart-tightening feeling and spoke softly.

"Listen, I'll hold them off; you run straight to the Church headquarters—there's a protective barrier there."

Ying Duo didn't move.

He merely lowered his gaze to look at the wrist being held, then lifted his eyes to Yue Chengzhang.

Then he spoke, "Are you going to take me with you when you flee?"

Yue Chengzhang choked.

He certainly wouldn't just leave like that—not to mention Luo Jinyou is still in their hands; if he left, what if these people turned on civilians?

"I'll cover you," he merely repeated, "you go first."

Ying Duo tilted his head.

"And what about you?"

"Me?"

Yue Chengzhang's mouth curled into a smile, incredibly carefree.

"I have a sword."

Ying Duo looked up at him, then down at the golden sword in his hand.

Then he glanced at the white-haired man in the distance whose tentacles were still swaying.

Fang Zhiyan stood there, his dark-red eyes slightly narrowed, his gaze sweeping past Yue Chengzhang to land on Ying Duo, carrying a hint of amusement.

Ying Duo fell silent for a second.

He stayed silent for half a second, then sent a message in the Team Channel.

【Ying Duo: Is this guy a bit stupid?】

This flag practically shot up like a rocket, as if terrified he might survive past today.

【Name: Yue Chengzhang (Lv. 59)】

【Title:】

【Age: 26】

【Race: Human】

【Affiliation: Church·Supervision Bureau】

【Favorability: 60/100】

【Current Status: Healthy】

Preferences: chatting, sword practice,....... (to be unlocked)

His level is lower than Fang Zhiyan's, no wonder the wind fell.

Although it feels that if he were to pull out a dagger now and backstab, Yue Chengzhang's expression would be amusing, Yang Yixie despises people like him; the pixel‑art style expression is also rather generic.

"Then let's just drop it, I don't want to play with you."

Yue Chengzhang was stunned.

He watched the fluorescent‑green youth step by step drift away, his expression shifting from resolute to puzzled, then from puzzled to an especially ominous foreboding.

"You......"

Ying Duo didn't look at him, flicking his fingers swiftly through empty air, checking the Gatling that had exploded in the recent 【modification】; fortunately, the production progress hadn't regressed much.

Then Ying Duo lifted his head and stared straight at Fang Zhiyan.

"You continue," he said.

His voice wasn't loud, yet everyone present heard it clearly.

As soon as the words left his mouth, Fang Zhiyan's tentacles already moved.

Silver‑white tendrils surged like a tide, not toward Yue Chengzhang but precisely coiling around Ying Duo's waist, pulling him backward and tracing a graceful green parabola in midair, landing steadily behind Fang Zhiyan.

"You—?!"

He stared in disbelief at the youth swept away by the tendrils, watching him be taken by the enemy without any resistance...

No.

He wasn't taken.

Yue Chengzhang's mind raced at that moment, feeling that the scene before him matched a moment he had experienced before.

He was proactive.

He was willing.

Yue Chengzhang's sword tip trembled slightly.

Ying Duo, standing behind Fang Zhiyan, stuck his head out at the sound; his golden eyes met Yue Chengzhang's across the battlefield for a second.

Then he tilted his head.

"You're a decent person, but I already have a teammate."

Yue Chengzhang: "......"

He also happily obtained a good person card.

Fang Zhiyan couldn't help but let out a low laugh, raised his hand, and the silver‑white tendrils unfurled again, slowly advancing toward Yue Chengzhang.

"Captain Yue, how long do you think your sword can hold out?"

Yue Chengzhang gripped his golden longsword tightly, his gaze resolute.

But behind him, there was no one left to protect.