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Seeing Wan Ye's body riddled with wounds, Xin Hai stopped him.
She knew that once Wan Ye rushed over, he would be instantly cut to pieces by that strange Hill Cow Ranger.
The battlefield suddenly fell silent.
The surviving hundred or so soldiers were forced to retreat to the last reef area.
Around them, tens of thousands of Abyss Hilichurls were slowly tightening their encirclement.
The heavily armored Hilichurls at the front slammed their shields into the ground, forming an iron wall; the spearmen in the middle row braced their weapons between the shields; and the crossbowmen in the back row neatly nocked their arrows, the poisoned arrows gleaming blue in the firelight.
The Water-Walking Rogue strolled to the front of the formation and casually kicked Wu Lang's head to Xin Hai's feet.
It tilted its head, and its eyes beneath the mask gleamed with a playful light.
"Prepare……"
Wanye heard the trembling sound of a bow being drawn behind him.
"...a last-ditch effort..."
Just then, the stragglers suddenly grabbed Xin Hai's collar with their only remaining hand: "Idiot... throw me... over there..."
Xin Hai paused for a second, then realized what was going on.
She watched as the skirmisher trembled as he pulled a shimmering fragment from his robes—a remnant of the Evil Eye that had been torn apart earlier.
By the time the Water Hurl Ranger realized something was wrong, it was too late.
With all his might, Xin Hai hurled the stragglers into the air, while the puppet stretched its body in mid-air, slamming the fragment of the Evil Eye into its own chest.
"Use this as a starting point—"
Blinding lightning engulfed the entire battlefield.
(In front of the chessboard, the four people gasped at the same time.)
Zhang Chu's chess piece slammed onto the table with a "thud": "Holy crap... a skirmisher is going to self-destruct?!"
The deafening explosion echoed over the Nashiina Beach for a long time.
The thunderstorm generated by the soldiers' self-destruction was like the wrath of the gods, and the blinding purple light illuminated the surrounding area for miles as if it were daytime.
"boom--!!!"
The violent lightning element precisely detonated all the fire slime ammo in the Hilichurls' formation, and the shockwave from the chain explosion sent sand waves three meters high across the entire beach.
The water elemental shield of the Coral Palace Heart Sea trembled violently under the impact, and fine water droplets kept falling from the barrier.
As the mushroom cloud slowly rose, an eerie silence descended upon the battlefield.
After the smoke cleared, what the survivors saw was a scene of purgatory:
The Waterwalker's upper body was stuck diagonally in the scorched sand, and the single eye exposed after the mask shattered still held an expression of disbelief.
The armor of the heavily armored Hilichurl King was melted into molten iron, which mixed with its master's flesh and blood and solidified into a twisted sculpture.
Further away, the remains of thousands of Hilichurls lay scattered like wheat fields trampled by giants around the explosion crater, which was a kilometer in diameter.
"Did we... win?"
A shogunate samurai trembled as he released the broken sword from his hand.
The left side of his armor was completely gone, revealing the charred flesh underneath.
The lips of the Coral Palace Heart Sea had lost their color.
She looked at her trembling hands—blood was seeping from under her fingernails as she tried to maintain the shield.
"Won……"
The words were spoken so softly, as if afraid of waking something.
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
A young rebel soldier suddenly knelt down.
His wailing shattered the brief silence.
"Lord Goro! Captain Hokuto! Did you see that? We won!"
The cry was like a floodgate being opened.
One by one, the survivors collapsed to the ground. Some laughed wildly, some tore at their hair, and many more simply stared blankly at the wreckage scattered everywhere—some of the enemy's, some of their comrades'.
With his broken leg and leaning on his sword, Kaedehara Manyo limped over to Hokuto's body.
"Sister-in-law..."
Manyo took off his tattered coat and gently covered Hokuto's face.
"...I will carry the flag of the Southern Cross for you."
Coral Palace Heart Sea staggered toward the spot where Goro had finally collapsed.
She knelt down and carefully lifted half of the blood-stained head from the sand.
The moment the fingertips touched the head, large tears finally fell into the scorched earth.
"Lord Coral Palace..."
Several wounded witches gathered around.
"We...now..."
Xin Hai suddenly looked up, his eyes still glistening with tears, yet a chilling determination had already ignited within him: "Count the survivors and treat the wounded."
Her voice was hoarse but firm.
"Then...go and tell General Thunder..."
"That's not necessary."
"That's not necessary."
The deep, mechanical sound rolled across the battlefield like muffled thunder.
When the twenty-meter-tall silver-white mech crashed to the ground, the shockwave created a sandstorm that obscured half the sky.
Coral Palace Heart Sea staggered back two steps, her pupils contracting violently.
Through the gradually dissipating sand, she could clearly see—on the shoulder armor of that war machine, stood the figures of four Hilichurls.
"Still...we didn't win?"
Her voice was as soft as a sigh.
Chapter 44 Follow-up
The blinding sunlight made Beidou raise her hand to shield her eyes. She squinted at the eye that wasn't covered by the blindfold and looked around blankly.
"strangeness……"
She murmured to herself, "Is it a dream? It feels so real..."
"Big Sister... welcome back..."
Before Beidou could react, Fengyuan Manye had already pounced on her and hugged her tightly.
The boy's voice trembled slightly, as if he were relieved to have survived a disaster, or as if he were experiencing some kind of complex emotion that was hard to describe.
Beidou paused for a moment, then subconsciously patted him on the back.
"What's going on? It's like a life-or-death separation..."
As she spoke, she looked up and glanced around, and what she saw made her pupils dilate in shock—
The Abyss Hilichurl Ranger who treated the Fool's Enforcers like chickens was sitting right next to them!
Even more outrageous is that the person sitting under its butt was none other than the stragglers themselves!
"Hey Hey hey……"
Beidou stared wide-eyed.
"Wasn't this kid blown off his arms and legs? How come he's all intact again?"
The stragglers were struggling with gritted teeth, but the ranger's claws were firmly pressed against the back of his neck, rendering him unable to move.
"Again! I refuse to believe I can't even beat a single chess piece!"
He roared, his voice filled with resentment.
“Yaya…”
The Qiuqiu Ranger responded calmly, even casually crossing his legs.
Beidou: “…”
Wan Ye released her, wiped his eyes, and said with a wry smile, "Big Sister, do you... remember what just happened?"
Beidou frowned, trying hard to recall: "I remember... we were surrounded by a group of Abyss Hilichurls, then you were almost crushed to death, I was riddled with holes, that Fatui Enforcer was beaten to a pulp, and finally..."
Her words trailed off, because she suddenly realized—
I wasn't injured at all.
"and many more……"
She suddenly stood up, touched her chest, abdomen, and limbs, and after confirming that there were no wounds or even torn clothes, her expression froze completely.
"What exactly is going on?!"
"Ah, well..."
A familiar voice came from behind.
Beidou and Wanye turned around at the same time and saw Qingyu, Erkang, Zhang Chu and Gu Qian standing not far away, with... a subtle, guilty smile on their faces.
Wait a minute! How can she see their expressions through their masks?
"We have just resurrected you."
Qingyu scratched his head.
"Uh... that 'war' just now, was it actually a... simulated war that we conducted?"
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