Chapter 342: Blue Sapphire?!?!

Oh no!

Jierte gritted his teeth; that thing sensed his thoughts, actually gave up charging and came straight at him.

As he narrowly dodged that strange beam, the beam shot unimpeded across the ground, but the expected explosion and vibration did not come.

Jierte looked doubtfully at the ground, seeing that where the beam shone, a ripple formed; any living thing or disaster touched by it turned to ash and merged into the air.

Jierte:!!!

This thing has no effect on terrain whatsoever; it only kills living beings!

He suddenly understood its purpose, but why did Boss say this thing is a Shattered Star Orbital Weapon?

Or perhaps this is one of the functions of this kind of beam?

Jierte felt it didn't matter whether it was Shattered Star or wiping out all life on the planet; as long as this thing actually operated, it was all just death, with no real difference.

Upon further thought, it's also understandable: to clean a petri dish, you just empty its contents and disinfect it; who would bother making a new one?

At this moment, countless black machines followed behind Jierte, and numerous defense systems locked onto his body from above, instantly making his scalp go numb.

'High-risk individual detected! Extreme danger! Prioritize elimination!!!'

With danger ahead and behind, the skies were too unfavorable for Jierte; left with no choice, he was forced to 'crash-land'.

In Lan Baoshi's view, this scene meant Jierte had been hit and was forced to fall from the sky.

'Knight Sir!'

'Big Cat Sis! Let me go!'

Lan Baoshi was frantic, but Da Mao gritted her teeth and still prepared to refuse—yet Lan Baoshi's figure, like a slippery loach, had already darted past Da Mao's side.

'Hey! Lan Baoshi!'

Da Mao reacted quickly, rushing to chase Lan Baoshi, but the other ran on all fours at a speed beyond Da Mao's imagination.

'No! Lan Baoshi! Come back!'

'How can you run so fast!'

Da Mao didn't know that each time Jierte killed a living being, she would absorb its life force; this scavenging amounted to ten years.

The so-called accumulation of 'life' is not just numerical; it also enhanced Lan Baoshi's physical quality and resistance to abnormal situations.

Lan Baoshi's physical ability is now actually on par with Da Mao's, and besides, she's four‑wheel drive—how could Da Mao catch her?

'Lan Baoshi!!!'

Da Mao saw she couldn't catch Lan Baoshi, could only let out a helpless shout, watching Lan Baoshi run toward where Jierte had fallen.

She stared at the black dots filling the sky, gritted her teeth, sighed, and still ran in the direction Lan Baoshi had gone.

Meanwhile, Jierte, in free fall above, kept maneuvering; blue lasers kept shooting down from the sky, and those mysterious machines kept increasing in number.

'Trouble.'

Jierte frowned, raised his hand and unleashed a Holy Light Slash, instantly shattering a large group of black machines; the mechanical parts, like silicon crystal fragments, kept scattering, and the number of machines visible in the sky noticeably dropped.

'That is...'

Far off, Jierte saw a constantly running figure, a creature on four legs.

His heightened strength made his senses extremely sharp; he originally thought it was just another strange creature, but he faintly felt something was off.

Only after careful discernment did he realize that tiny figure was likely Lan Baoshi.

'No!'

He had still been unsure, until he saw a relentless pursuer, a figure nine-tenths like Da Mao....

'Lan Baoshi?!'

Jierte looked again at the constantly running figure, resembling a puppy's gait, and felt doubtful inside.

When did this little thing get so fast? Even Da Mao can't catch it?

But now is not the time to worry about Lan Baoshi; the greatest danger is right before our eyes.

Now Jierte's mind is full of how to destroy that huge object above.

'Then.... let's try Powerful Brick Fly again!'

'The fate of the world rests in your hands.'

'Jierte, what will you do......'

At this moment, Boss gazed down at the chaotic scene, a smile curling his lips—but the next instant, a long sword lay across his neck.

'What exactly do you want?'

'You promised to let Jierte live!'

Feeling the cold at his neck, Boss showed no panic, merely staring expressionlessly at the woman behind him.

Jierte remained as before; it seemed as if time had left no trace on her.

At this moment she sat in a wheelchair, her legs still bearing unconsumed Spirit Energy Crystals, and in her hand she held an ordinary long sword, pressing it firmly against Boss's neck.

'How do you know he will die?'

Jierte's aunt turned her gaze to the distant sky; following her line of sight, Boss instantly understood her meaning.

'Relax, this little thing can't kill Jierte.'

'How can you be so sure?'

Boss wore a look of 'you're an idiot', gazed at Jierte's aunt, and slowly spoke.

'You probably don't know just how heaven‑defying your nephew is.'

'For others to become strong, talent, effort, and luck are all indispensable.'

'All your nephew needs is training and killing, and he has hit no bottleneck yet.'

'After all these years, he has already grown to an extremely terrifying level; rather than worry about him, you should worry about others instead.'

At this moment, a blinding light flashed, and the countless black dots instantly halved in number; Jierte proved Boss's words with his actions.

"Do you believe it now?"

Jierte's aunt gazed at the distant, incessantly flashing sword light, frowned, and in her view she was merely a pawn, a pawn that allowed him to order Jierte about as he pleased.

Regardless of whether the Boss would let Jierte live, she had no means to counter.

"No..... there's still a chance...."

The Knight's third precept: fear no sacrifice.

Rather than calling it a precept, it is more like the Knight's final choice.

She no longer wanted to continue like this, being a pawn tossed about by others.

"As long as Jierte runs into trouble, I can immediately...."

Swish!

At this moment, a even stronger Holy Light flashed again! Instantly illuminating the entire sky....

It's Jierte!