Chapter 586: Help

She sat on the horseback, head lowered, looking at the huge mecha ahead; the eyes beneath her hat showed no emotion.

Ilya nervously stared at Berserker, ready to transform and fight at any moment, but what happened the next second left her completely dumbfounded.

Berserker suddenly moved—it turned its back to them, walked forward a few steps, then stopped and glanced back.

That action, however you look at it, seemed to say 'Follow me.'

Ilya stared blankly at A Xing.

A Xing stayed silent for two seconds, then gently squeezed the horse's belly; the pink giant horse stepped forward and followed.

"Eh eh eh——?!"

Ilya hurried to catch up, saying, "You—you're just going to follow it like that?!"

A Xing didn't turn her head, just said lightly:

"I came to help."

Ilya: "……"

Help? Help whose? Help ours?

That monster that was just fighting us—now it's here to help us?

She felt her brain couldn't quite keep up.

But A Xing had no intention to explain, simply continuing to follow Berserker forward.

Ilya gritted her teeth and also followed.

The three walked silently down the street: a silent mecha in front, a gray-haired girl riding a pink horse behind, and a silver-haired little girl full of question marks trotting along behind.

The scene was as weird as it could be, as absurd as it could be.

After walking a while, Ilya finally couldn't hold back.

"Um..."

She spoke, her voice a little shaky: "Are we just going to rush straight in like this? Do we have any plan?"

A Xing tilted her head.

"Plan?"

Ilya waited two seconds, realizing there was no follow-up.

"Uh... I mean, like how to fight, how to rescue people, that sort of thing..."

A Xing fell silent for a moment, then said:

"None."

Ilya: "……"

"Just go for it."

A Xing added, her tone as calm as saying the weather was nice, "Three against one, we can win."

Ilya looked at the silent mecha ahead, then at the expressionless gray-haired girl on the horseback, and suddenly didn't know what to say.

Just then, A Xing suddenly spoke:

"Are you really alright?"

Ilya blinked, then followed A Xing's gaze downward—

her hair.

Those originally silver-white strands were now turning purple at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That purple was exactly the same as the purple-haired woman's—strange and alluring, spreading through her hair like something was corroding her.

Ilya froze.

She raised her hand, looking at the one that Ailixiya had held.

The green light on the back of her hand was brighter than before, those lights seeming alive, flowing slowly under her skin, each pulse giving her a faint tingling.

But strangely, she really felt... nothing.

No pain, no itch, even somewhat... comfortable?

Ilya shook her head, tossing that strange thought aside.

"I... I really don't feel anything."

Her voice sounded faint, "If you hadn't said so, I wouldn't have known..."

A Xing looked at her, saying nothing.

Ilya gripped the ruby, calling out in her heart:

"Ruby, can you detect anything?"

The ruby fell silent for a moment, its voice tinged with confusion:

"Strange... I can't detect anything at all. Your mana circuit is completely normal, and there's no abnormal energy left on you... it's as if nothing happened."

Ilya fell silent.

"Nothing happened?"

Then what are these purple hairs and this green light?

She didn't have time to think further, because ahead, the half-collapsed hotel had come into view.

Berserker stopped.

A Xing pulled the reins, lifted her head, and looked at the swaying building.

Most of the hotel had collapsed, rubble and rebar piled into a small hill, dust still drifting in the air.

Yet a few rooms remained miraculously intact, one of whose windows glowed with a faint light, especially conspicuous in the darkness.

"There."

Ilya pointed at that window, her voice trembling, "Robin Jiejie is there..."

A Xing nodded.

She raised her hand, golden light coalesced in her palm, and the Flame Gun, burning with Flame, appeared instantly.

She weighed the gun, aimed at the window, and prepared to throw—

"Wait—!"

Ilya grabbed her arm in one swift hold.

"Robin Jiejie is still inside! If you fire this, she'll also…"

A Xing halted, lowered her head and looked at Ilya.

Ilya tilted her head up, gazing at her, those red eyes growing vacant, full of pleading.

"Let me try. I'll go up alone and rescue her."

A Xing was silent for two seconds.

Then she sheathed the Flame Gun and nodded.

Ilya exhaled, turned, inhaled deeply, then kicked off the ground, soaring into the air, flying toward the window.

Ilya's figure vanished inside the window.

A Xing withdrew her gaze, looking at the silent Mecha ahead.

Berserker stood there, motionless, the V-shaped Red Light Lock fixed on a direction, its thoughts unknown.

A Xing suddenly spoke:

"Is that you?"

Berserker did not move.

"Since last night, that perverted stalker who's been following me."

Berserker's body twitched slightly.

A Xing stared at it expressionlessly, those golden eyes showing no emotion, as if stating a fact.

Berserker still did not move, but that slight stiffness said everything.

At that moment, a strange ripple suddenly came from the horse's back behind A Xing.

Berserker moved.

Its speed was astonishing, the dark‑purple body like a bolt of lightning, instantly charging to the horse's side!

One hand seized the Black Shadow thrust toward A Xing from behind, the other hand grabbed the rider on the horse and flung them forcefully!

The orange‑haired figure—Tengcun Lixiang—was tossed straight out!

"Boom—!!!"

The tiny body slammed into a neighboring residential building, shattering the wall and raising clouds of dust.

The whole building trembled, fragments of stone and glass scattering everywhere.

A Xing sat on the horse, expressionless, watching it all.

She did not look back, not even move a muscle.

The dust gradually dispersed.

Something moved within the broken hole of the building.

Dark‑red light seeped from the dust, growing brighter and more blinding.

Within that light mingled a bizarre laugh, hoarse and twisted, like a scream from hell.

"Hehehehehe—"

The laugh grew louder, more frantic.

"Hmm~ ya hahahaha— ne A haha—!"

A Xing slightly lifted her head, a flicker passing through those golden eyes...

Impatient.