[In Some Cave Realm of the Luofu]
Behind an unremarkable flower bed, a pair of eyes quietly stretched out from behind, watching Cloud Knights constantly passing outside. The owner of the eyes looked a bit grim.
"Didn't expect that guy to actually get serious."
"I already warned you not to be too arrogant here…"
The man opened his eyes and spoke coldly to the girl.
"Yes yes yes! All my fault, didn't listen to your warning."
Pulling her gaze back from the patrolling Cloud Knights, the girl rolled her eyes at the man.
She took a candy out of her pocket and stuffed it into her mouth.
Sweetness burst in her mouth, temporarily easing her slightly tense mood.
"In the end, it's still that guy Jing Yuan being too petty. Just a little provocative talk and he can't take it."
Sending out so many people just to catch the two of them, old, weak, sick.
'No sportsmanship!'
Blade: …
Old, weak, sick?
Out of those four words, felt like three were talking about him.
Blade suddenly felt insulted.
At this time, Silver Wolf poked Blade's Shattered Sword and asked, "With things like this now, got any way, like… somewhere to hide from the search?"
"No."
Expressionless, he slapped Silver Wolf's hand away. Blade looked outside, through the leaves he could vaguely see people in different outfits walking together.
Blade, familiar with Luofu, naturally knew who those people were.
"Ten-Lords Commission, Divination Commission, Cloud Knight Army…"
Blade slowly stated the identities of those people in different outfits.
Looks like just as Silver Wolf said, facing her provocation, Jing Yuan had gotten somewhat serious.
Otherwise he wouldn't arrange three different departments to jointly search for him and Silver Wolf.
Especially the Divination Commission. Not long ago they had just suffered an attack from the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus and suffered heavy losses.
Yet Jing Yuan still pulled them over to search for them.
"Many years no see, his tolerance didn't grow, instead got smaller."
Blade sneered.
"We should change places."
Silver Wolf, constantly watching outside, noticed Cloud Knights gradually approaching, so she called Blade to leave.
"I already picked a place, over at Exalting Sanctum. Very safe, Cloud Knights won't go there."
Plus Levi is there. Even if they run into Cloud Knights, his 'diviner' identity can block a bit.
That's if his conscience isn't gone…
But there's nowhere else to go on Luofu anyway, so they could only try their luck there.
See whether Levi still has any conscience left.
Since they were preparing to change places, Silver Wolf stopped squatting and stood up directly to run.
But at that moment, Blade suddenly frowned tightly, looking pained.
The hand gripping the Shattered Sword suddenly tightened. The blade slowly pressed into his flesh, bright red blood flowing down his fingers.
Soon a pool of blood gathered on the ground.
Seeing this, Silver Wolf, who had stayed calm all along, rarely showed panic.
"Hey hey hey! Now isn't the time for a direct fight! Don't flare up right now!"
When Blade's mara-struck state triggers, he recognizes no one. If they stand too close, he'll slash even companions like them.
Usually if Kafka isn't around, when his mara-struck state acts up they can only lock him up to calm down.
Or wait for Kafka to come back and treat him.
But now not only is Kafka absent, there isn't even a place that can hold Blade.
And there's a huge group of pursuers outside.
If Blade's mara-struck state triggers now, wouldn't they be totally done for.
Of course, what Silver Wolf meant wasn't them being done for, but the people outside being done for.
If those Cloud Knights end up done for, that petty general will definitely raise his alertness and search against the Stellaron Hunters even more.
In that case, Kafka might get captured by Luofu before the 'main character' even appears.
Then the Luofu script can basically be declared GG.
"If we go back like this, my butt's probably gonna bloom…"
Silver Wolf muttered.
Then she looked at Blade in front of her. His eyes were tightly shut, lips pale, body trembling nonstop.
Luofu, too many familiar things, constantly stimulated him to recall the past.
Jing Yuan, Jingliu, Dan Feng, and… Baiheng.
Blade suddenly opened his eyes. Compared to his usual dead eyes, now they were full of bloodthirsty desire.
She had planned to imitate Kafka's way of talking, see if she could restore some of Blade's sanity.
But seeing Blade already tightening his grip on the Shattered Sword, Silver Wolf flashed away into his blind spot.
The mara-struck state has no reason, just a moving beast.
This method worked well. Seeing Silver Wolf disappear from his sight, Blade shifted his gaze to the patrol slowly approaching not far away.
The Cloud Knight Army also noticed him.
"It's the Stellaron Hunter the general mentioned!"
"Catch him!"
Past scenes kept flashing before his eyes. Blade looked at the rapidly approaching Cloud Knights.
In his eyes, these people weren't Cloud Knights.
They were the Denizens of Abundance who bring pain to the world, the Borisin who devour their comrades' flesh.
Blade, already without thinking ability, gripped the sword handle with one hand, and tightly grabbed the blade with the other.
As if drawing it from a sheath, he slowly pulled the Shattered Sword out from his own hand.
Blood from his palm covered the blade.
Blade squeezed out a sentence with difficulty, "I'll be the one… to end you!"
"We're screwed!"
"There's another one hiding here!"
"Even more screwed!"
———
[Belobog]
The cute puppet proudly said, "I'm the famous Officer Smith across the universe. If I couldn't move, how would I catch fugitives!"
"Did you just add settings to yourself?"
Herta crossed her arms, looking coldly at the puppet in front of her.
From what it just said, you could tell this guy came to stop her from continuing against Mr. Cold Feet.
And when Mr. Cold Feet saw the burning fuse under him, he immediately shouted toward the sky.
Those two definitely know each other!
Hearing Herta's words, the puppet waved its hand. "This time it's a reasonable identity change… look, I caught the fugitive Mr. Cold Feet, so then…"
"Stop!"
Herta said coldly, "I don't want to hear a third-rate writer like you rambling nonsense here."
"Third-rate writer!!!"
The puppet's voice instantly became sharp. "You called Ancestor is a third-rate writer!"
"Oh! My God! You lady who doesn't understand appreciation!"
"Your evaluation of Ancestor Huahuo annoyed me. Next I'm going to use the cat climbing frame from Uncle Tom next door to smash your head hard!"
After saying that, the puppet actually pulled out a cat climbing frame, with a few cat hairs still on it.
Looks like it was just taken from Uncle Tom next door.
'A dimensional pocket?!'
Seeing this, even with tears streaming, Stelle still curiously stuck her head out, carefully examining the puppet holding a cat climbing frame taller than herself.
Looking at the puppet in front of her, Herta's face stayed calm. The cat climbing frame in the puppet's hand quickly came down.
Just when it was about to hit Herta, it turned and smashed onto the gray-haired head beside her.
Before she could even scream, the gray-haired one fell into baby-like sleep.
Looking at Stelle lying there not getting up, even the well-traveled Herta couldn't help her mouth twitch slightly.
These Masked Fools…
They really don't follow any routine.