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Chapter 116 Please Destroy Me!
Chapter 116 Please Destroy Me!
She had been lurking there, waiting in the darkness for this fleeting opportunity!
The silver rapier transformed into a deadly bolt of lightning, piercing straight at the wolf-winged dragon's pair of fleshy wings that were flapping wildly!
"Sizzle—!"
The rapier pierced through the wing membrane, tearing it apart violently!
The pterosaur let out a heart-wrenching scream!
"Attack—!!" Kyle's roar echoed through the night sky!
With all his might, Xia Lin hurled the short spear in his hand with a fierce thud!
The short spear tore through the air and precisely pierced the root of the wolf pterosaur's other fleshy wing!
"roar--!!"
The pterosaur howled in agony, its wings destroyed, unable to maintain flight any longer, and its massive body plummeted from mid-air!
Garu's giant axe was already raised!
The heavy axe blade, with the force to split mountains and shatter rocks, slashed fiercely at the thick tail that the wolf-winged dragon had swept away as it fell!
"Snap—!"
A dull thud as the tailbone snapped! The thick, scaly tail was severed at the root and tumbled into the grass!
The successive heavy blows caused the wolf pterosaur to crash to the ground!
Dust flew everywhere!
Two figures charged forward at the same moment!
Lance gripped the blood-red straight sword with his only remaining left arm, the blade aimed straight at the heart of the wolf-winged dragon!
"Pfft—!"
The blade pierced through the scales and scales, penetrating flesh and blood!
The pterosaur let out a dying howl, its limbs convulsing wildly! Its sharp claws swept across Lance's chest and abdomen, tearing his skin and drawing blood!
Lance did not dodge.
He had no intention of hiding at all.
He simply pressed down on the hilt of the sword, letting the blade churn, tear, and destroy everything that could be destroyed inside the wolf pterosaur's chest!
One sword, two swords, three swords—
He hacked and slashed wildly, each strike carrying the anger and pain that had been suppressed for who knows how long!
Blood gushed from his mouth, and muffled, broken roars escaped his throat.
Until Xia Lin's longsword drew a cold arc!
"Whoosh—!"
The wolf-winged dragon's ferocious head flew off with a thud, tumbling into the grass. Its brownish-red vertical pupils, in the final instant, were fixed on the headless body, filled with disbelief and fear.
The headless carcass of the wolf pterosaur twitched a few times before finally becoming completely still.
Lance knelt beside it, covered in blood, panting heavily.
Then his body suddenly stiffened.
On its remaining left arm, darker red scales were appearing at a visible speed.
The scales grew wildly from the edges of the wound and from the veins of the blood vessels, covering, eroding, and devouring the last remaining human skin.
His breathing became rapid and labored, and that indistinct, beast-like whimper rose from his throat once more.
"Oh no!" Woody's voice boomed in Xia Lin's mind, "The wolf-winged dragon that served as its host is dead, this person will..."
"What will happen?" Xia Lin's heart skipped a beat.
"He'll completely transform into a beast!" Woody exclaimed urgently. "The beastly power within Lance will spiral out of control! He'll become a bloodthirsty monster!"
Xia Lin was stunned.
He looked at the other two.
Garu's large hand, gripping the giant axe, trembled, and for the first time, a look of bewilderment appeared on his rugged face.
Kyle's shoulders trembled slightly as he suppressed a strong emotion within him.
No one made a move.
Lance knelt there, head bowed, watching himself being slowly devoured by the scales belonging to the demon.
His breathing became increasingly heavy and less and less human.
Lance suddenly raised his head and looked at Xia Lin beside him.
There was no fear, no resentment, no madness in those eyes.
Only calm and composure.
And there is one last request, as a matter of human dignity.
"Kill me!"
His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible, like a rusted gear turning for the last time.
Xia Lin's hand, which was gripping the sword, froze.
"hurry up----"
Lance's body began to tremble violently, his back arched, and he started to utter incoherent moans uncontrollably. Scales had already covered his neck and were spreading towards his cheeks.
"I—can't hold on any longer—"
He looked at Xia Lin, and in those eyes that were about to be completely swallowed by bestiality, the last trace of humanity was rapidly fading.
He screamed his last words: "Destroy me!!"
That's all I have to say.
The veteran raised his longsword high once more and brought it down.
"Pfft—!"
The blade pierced through flesh and blood, severing the heart meridian in one swift motion.
Xia Lin tried his best to make the Crimson Knight's departure less painful.
Lance looked toward his lover lying on the ground, his expression calm.
It was even like finally being free.
"Thanks----"
The night wind rustled through the woods, stirring the blood-stained leaves.
The campfire was still burning.
But those two figures will never open their eyes again.
The soil fell one shovelful at a time.
Xia Lin silently pushed the soil mixed with fallen leaves into the pit.
Two corpses lay side by side in the pit—one wearing a tattered white priest's robe, the shocking blood hole in his chest gently covered by Kyle with a clean cloth; the other, a knight whose severed arm had been barely stitched up, was now as peaceful as if he were asleep.
There was no coffin, no tombstone, only this forest clearing soaked in blood, and the silent, ancient trees overhead that had witnessed everything.
Garu stood at the edge of the pit, not saying a word, but staring at the two corpses, something gleaming in his eyes.
Yes, a tough orc doesn't cry. The way he's rubbing his eyes right now must be my imagination, Xia Lin thought to himself.
Kyle knelt by the pit, motionless.
Since the battle ended, she has barely uttered a word. Her golden, vertical pupils remain fixed on the figure in the white priest's robe at the bottom of the pit, her expression obscured by her falling hair. Only her hands, tightly clutching the mud covered in fine scales, tremble slightly.
That was her best friend of many years.
"Fool, we promised to go back together—"
Kyle gritted his teeth.
Xia Lin pushed the last shovelful of soil into the pit and straightened up.
He didn't speak.
He didn't know what to say to comfort the two of them.
When they arrived, there were four people: the orc Garu, the dragonborn Kael, the human priestess Melissa, and him as their temporary guide.
Yet, in these few short days, a certain tacit understanding was formed that is hard to explain.
Only three people have gone back now.
Melissa and Lance remained in this forest forever.
After a long silence, Garu took a deep breath and roughly wiped his face with his rough hands. He turned to Kyle, his voice hoarse but trying to remain steady: "Get up, Kyle. We still need to go back to report to the church."
Perhaps this is the fate of adventurers.
Xia Lin thought to herself.
Today it's her, tomorrow it could be you. Getting back alive is a victory in itself.
Garu and Kyle, true to their profession of being seasoned veterans of life and death, did not allow their grief to linger for long—or rather, they suppressed those emotions deep within their hearts, placing them somewhere they did not need to confront them for the time being.