Chapter 563: Rescue

The Yuanban Family can no longer be called a "mansion".

That once‑grand Western‑style house now remains only a heap of broken walls and ruins.

Most of the walls have collapsed, the roof is completely gone, and shattered bricks litter the ground.

The old tree in the courtyard is broken at the waist, its charred branches trembling in the wind.

The air is filled with gunpowder smoke and a scorching smell, choking the throat.

Saber stands in the center of the ruins, a Curry Stick held horizontally before her, her golden hair soaked with sweat, a few strands clinging to her forehead.

Her breastplate bears several deep scratches, and a crack in her shoulder guard reveals the pale skin beneath.

Her breathing is rapid, her chest heaving violently, a streak of blood at the corner of her mouth is wiped away by her raised hand.

Ilya hovers in midair, her pink dress dusted all over, and the light chiffon cape behind her is riddled with several holes.

She grips the ruby tightly, the light at the tip of her staff flickering, clearly a great Magic Power Consumption.

Fine beads of sweat bead on her forehead, sliding down her cheek and dripping onto the ground.

Those red eyes stare fixedly ahead, daring not to relax at all.

Yuanban Shichen stands a few steps behind Saber, holding the ruby staff, his suit covered in ash, his tie askew, a few strands of hair falling across his forehead.

His complexion is somewhat pale, his breathing erratic, yet the icy blue eyes still retain calm.

Opposite them, Berserker stands silently.

The dark violet Mecha is covered with sword marks and scorch scars, yet it remains steady, its V‑shaped crimson light locking onto the three people before it.

Its crimson Light Sword in hand burns hotter than before, the blade's light wavering, exuding a suffocating pressure.

Jiantong Shen'er stands on the ruins not far behind it, his whole form like a twisted spider.

His eyes bulge as if to burst from their sockets, the insects on his face writhing madly beneath his skin, swelling into tiny lumps.

He fixes his gaze on the three people ahead, his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing a mad grin.

"Hahaha—! Attack! Keep attacking!"

His voice is hoarse and grating, like sandpaper scraping.

"Aren't you all supposed to be strong? Aren't you supposed to be able to fight? Why is everyone acting like this now?"

Saber ignores him, simply staring at Berserker.

She can feel her stamina draining rapidly.

Though that sword struck Berserker's joint, the recoil numbed her palm, and the hand gripping the sword trembled slightly.

Ilya gasps in midair, the ruby's voice echoing in her mind:

"Ilya, are you alright?"

"I'm okay…"

Ilya bites her teeth, "Just a bit tired… that guy's too tough, can't move him…"

Yuanban Shichen also assesses the situation.

The gem has been used up more than half, and the Magic Power stored in the staff is nearly depleted.

Berserker, though wounded, is far from falling.

If this continues, all three of them will meet their end here.

"Miss Saber."

He lowers his voice, "If this keeps going, we—"

Before he finishes, Berserker moves!

The violet figure darts toward Ilya like a cannonball!

"Too fast!"

Ilya's pupils dilate instantly, no time to dodge!

Saber pushes off her feet, trying to rush forward to rescue, but the distance is too great, she can't make it in time!

Yuanban Shichen flicks his hand, several gems fly out, exploding in front of Berserker!

Flame and smoke fill the air, yet the violet figure bursts straight out of the haze, its speed unchanged!

That crimson Light Sword is already raised, pointing straight at Ilya in midair!

Ilya watches the approaching light, her mind goes blank.

(It's over…)

At this hair's‑breadth moment—

A golden ray slashes in from the side!

"Clang—!!!"

A massive metallic crash erupts above the ruins!

The shockwave spreads outward, shaking Ilya in the air a few times, nearly dropping her!

She opens her eyes, seeing a white figure blocking between her and Berserker.

White hair flutters in the wind, golden eyes calm and sharp, a golden spear held horizontally before her, firmly blocking that crimson Light Sword.

Ilya is stunned.

Who is this person?

Saber is also stunned.

That aura—the same golden aura that fought the blue Giant Fox above the park hours ago!

Yuanban Shichen's pupils contract slightly.

He remembers this aura.

That nearly hundred‑meter‑tall golden giant, that spear capable of piercing the heavens, that overwhelming sense of pressure—

And now, that person stands before them.

Jing Yuan tilted his head slightly, glanced at the silver-haired girl still dazed behind him, and curled the corner of his mouth into a faint arc.

"This won't do."

His voice was calm, yet it carried a reassuring power: "Dealing with a little girl using such means—this is somewhat excessive."

Berserker stared at him, and that V-shaped red light flickered for a moment.

The next second, the Light Sword swept horizontally!

Jing Yuan retracted his spear, turned sideways, and the Light Sword grazed past his chest!

At the same time, he flipped his wrist, the golden spear tip arcing up from below to thrust straight at Berserker's armpit!

"Clang!"

Berserker's other hand blocked the armpit, the spear tip striking his palm, sending sparks flying!

Jing Yuan borrowed the force to retreat, landing already positioned between Ilya and Berserker.

He held the spear with one hand, its tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his white hair fluttering lightly in the wind.

Saber seized the chance to rush over, standing at his side.

"Who are you?"

Her tone carried caution, but more so confusion.

Jing Yuan gave a slight smile: "Just a passerby… well, I'll call myself a reinforcement for now."

Saber's brows furrowed.

No one noticed that, behind a broken wall at the edge of the ruins, a faintly visible figure was slowly moving.

Bai Hang pressed himself against the wall base, hiding in the shadows.

Through a crack in the wall, he watched the distant battlefield.

Jing Yuan had already clashed with Berserker.

Golden spear shadows and crimson sword light intertwined, each collision erupting in terrifying shockwaves.

Saber provided support from the side, Ilya offered fire support from midair, and the three of them barely held the line.

But the real problem was the madman standing behind them.

Jiantong Shen'er.

Bai Hang's gaze fell upon him.

That guy was laughing maniacally, waving his arms and legs, the worms on his face writhing wildly.

His attention was wholly on the battlefield, completely unaware that another person was nearby.

Bai Hang took a deep breath, pulling from his bosom that Assassin's Class Card.

The Mystic Card glowed faintly in his palm, its intricate patterns flowing as if alive.

Then he reached for the Command Spell on the back of his hand.