Chapter 955: Chapter 83: The First in the Human World (Part 2)
More and more hunters’ eyes turned into a blank, white haze.
The already scarce city guardians now faced not only dwindling numbers but also tornt and anguish from the depths of their minds.
Lin Jue’s bat finally closed in on the One-Eyed King. His eyes were brimming with sorrow, and the bat struck heavily against the King’s neck, knocking him out with one blow.
As a seasoned rogue, Lin Jue knew well which part of the body would render a person unconscious quickly.
But this thod was no long-term solution. Even with one blow knocking down one foe, he could not withstand the ceaseless rise of the living and the dead alike.
Baichuan City’s northern defense was on the verge of collapse.
If the two Angel Envoys weren’t eliminated, the situation would inevitably worsen.
Song Que noticed this, and Qi Yuan naturally knew too. In fact, she had foreseen this predicant the mont the three Angel Envoys appeared.
She didn’t possess the Eye of Balance, but she already knew what would unfold in the coming monts.
Song Que, battling the armored Angel Envoy in the distance, was equally aware of the worsening situation.
But for this Angel Envoy, no matter how many tis Song Que dismantled their armor, new layers of armor always erged.
To the Angel Envoy, this battleground was simply an inexhaustible source of energy.
“Humans cannot fight the Angel Envoys. You are rely a pitiful creature. The fact that you’ve stalled for this long is already remarkable.”
The Sons of Order have always been arrogant.
This one gave Song Que a feeling akin to Xi He—radiating a superiority complex and thinly veiled racism.
Baichuan City’s northern regions finally saw beasts and Judgent Knights breaking through. In the northern district, Qiao Shanshan, Yimi, Ju Mang, and others were tirelessly healing the hunters.
If an enemy infiltrated the dical areas, the casualties would be unimaginable.
Song Que was anxious but utterly unable to disengage.
He had understood it clearly now.
The three Angel Envoys had a very distinct division of responsibilities; the other two were not particularly adept at direct combat.
Yet, one could control the dead while the other could control the living.
The advantages brought by the masked girl were utterly negated.
This armored Angel Envoy ceaselessly absorbed surrounding matter to fortify their armor. Regardless of strength or speed, they couldn’t suppress Song Que but could undeniably keep him occupied.
Especially those Exhaustive Rays, which forced Song Que to approach his assaults with extre caution.
The longer ti dragged on, the fewer hunters remained, while the opponents’ numbers only grew.
Ninety-seven percent—that was a threshold identified by Song Que and Ju Mang.
At this level, an additional one percent in power would result in a massive increase in strength, but the beast-like tendencies would also escalate drastically.
If consud by rage and the desire for slaughter, Song Que might even beco a threat to the human side.
“What are you looking at, human?”
In a mont of Song Que’s distraction, the armored Angel Envoy’s Exhaustive Ray finally struck him.
This was a fatal oversight; what had been an evenly matched battle swayed significantly in an instant.
The monstrous vitality began to drain rapidly at that mont.
The worst-case scenario unfolded.
Song Que watched countless hunters tear into each other, powerless to stop them.
He had always been a compassionate and gentle man, and the scenes before him were nothing short of the cruelest tornt.
Song Que collapsed to the ground. After being struck by one Exhaustive Ray, dozens more followed.
Severely injured, he was wholly unable to evade.
These were attacks created by Order’s enforcers, capable of absolute obliteration of life.
Song Que’s body began to decay rapidly, his beastified form shrinking, the blood-red glow in his eyes fading with speed.
He tilted his head, gazing into the distance.
All he could hear was the echo of his thoughts—battle cries from the field and the taunts of his enemies slipped away little by little.
Song Que faintly heard bells ringing.
It was reminiscent of when, at six years old, his father had taken him to the church on the third level.
“He possesses a holy soul,” the priest of the church, a man of great wisdom who had counseled many, once said.
“Thus, this corrupt world will undoubtedly bring him great suffering.” The priest’s compassionate sigh had appeared often in Song Que’s dreams.
Song Que hadn’t understood at the ti, but slowly, he ca to realize just how different this world was from what he hoped for.
A world steeped in filth—was it even worth saving?
A future without hope—was it worth forging ahead?
Does true justice exist in this world?
So many questions lingered without answers. All Song Que could do was act on instinct and empathy.
He always stood in others’ shoes, rarely thinking for himself.
No matter how bleak, if the world needed him, he would charge forth without hesitation.
…
The sounds in his mind grew louder and louder until it was as if another noisy world awaited his departure.
Song Que felt tired, his eyelids growing heavy with exhaustion, yearning to sleep peacefully and walk closer to another realm of light and awareness.
That world seed far more sacred than the reality he knew.
But just then, he suddenly heard the jarring crack of gunfire.
The dream’s serene beauty scattered like birds taking flight. His once-blurred vision sharpened on a now-clear scene.
Lin Jue, swinging his bat furiously in combat, clutched a bullet wound in his abdon and smiled helplessly.
With a loud clang, the bat fell to the ground.
Though separated by a great distance, Lin Jue and Song Que’s gazes locked together at that mont.
“Playing boss as a fledgling—it’s the dullest thing imaginable.”
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