"Waaaaaaagh!!!"
"How could I!! How could this be!!!"
Purple Rose struggled against Welt's control, his eyes looking as if they would split as he glared at the three before him. His power!! His long life!!!!
"You hounds!!! You still want to stop from treading the path of longevity!! Stretch out your necks and accept your slaughter!!!"
Purple Rose actually managed to brute-force his way out of Welt's pseudo black hole. Large patches of fresh blood trickled down his body, but he seed to have fallen into a frenzy, swinging his long spear wildly at the three of them.
"Go!"
A bolt of lightning instantly pierced through the crazed Purple Rose. Staring at his body gradually returning to normal, and feeling the life force draining away from within him, Purple Rose looked down at his own smooth hands as they began to wither.
"You... you!"
Seeing Wende slowly approaching from behind, Purple Rose couldn't stop himself from collapsing to the ground, his trembling finger pointing at the figure of Wende, who in his eyes looked like a god or a demon.
"You... don't you co near , ahhhhhh!!!"
THWACK!
Thump.
March watched as Stelle knocked Purple Rose into a deep sleep with a single swing of her bat, giving her a very approving thumbs-up.
"Nice one! How can one person be so loud!"
Looking at the unconscious Purple Rose on the ground, March dug a finger in her ear. Her ears were about to grow calluses from all his shouting!
"This..."
Stelle took a few steps back, sowhat frightened as she watched Purple Rose on the ground gradually transform into a white-haired, shriveled old man.
"Don't be afraid."
Wende gently patted Stelle's little head, comforting her.
"Mr. Yang."
"Mhm."
Welt nodded at Wende, then turned his gaze to the other aged Disciples of Sanctus dicus.
"Stelle, notify Miss Qingzu from the Divine Foresight Residence. Let the people of the Xianzhou co and clean up this ss," Welt said to a thoughtful-looking Stelle.
"Okay."
Nodding, Stelle imdiately took out her phone and sent a text ssage to Qingzu.
A few minutes later, Qingzu began asking for their location, stating she would dispatch Cloud Knights to escort the mbers of the Disciples of Sanctus dicus away.
"Uh..."
Stelle looked at the group of old n on the ground, most of whom were barely breathing. She scratched her face awkwardly, then added a note for Qingzu, telling the Cloud Knights to bring a few stretchers and to prepare so physicians.
Although Qingzu was puzzled, after so thought, she still relayed Stelle's request down the chain of command. Perhaps Stelle and her group had been too heavy-handed? It wasn't impossible that they had beaten the Disciples to within an inch of their lives.
Clearly, Qingzu had oversimplified the situation.
Before Qingzu could even report the command to the Divine Foresight Residence, Jing Yuan, as if he could see the future, opened a projection communication with her.
"General."
"Mhm. Qingzu, I will take full command of the subsequent events. You may go and rest," Jing Yuan said with a nod.
"Yes, General."
Though she was confused, she could not disobey Jing Yuan's orders. Even if she had questions in her heart, she had to suppress them.
Little did she know, if she had seen the miserable state of those Disciples, she would have likely felt a chill run up her spine.
Seeing Qingzu's bewildered expression, Jing Yuan couldn't help but sigh and shake his head.
He never would have expected it. He thought the biggest variable on the Xianzhou were those minor pawns still lurking in the shadows, but in reality... the biggest variable was him...
Looking at Wende on the projection, Jing Yuan's brow furrowed slightly.
It seed he needed to remind this mysterious passenger of the Astral Express that if he kept using that ability of his recklessly, he would only stir up a chaos even greater than the Stellaron.
"Miss Qingzu said soone will be here to handle things shortly and that we can leave first," Stelle reported to Welt.
"Good. March, Wende, let's head back to the inn. And let's be quick."
Welt deliberately emphasized the need for speed.
Glancing at the still-breathing Disciples on the ground, Welt silently gave Wende a slight shake of his head.
Wende naturally understood Welt's aning and smiled faintly.
"Oh, so what about this lot? If we leave them here, won't soone co and rescue them?" March asked, pointing at the Disciples on the ground.
"They no longer have the ability to move. Besides, for those who only seek long life, seeing this scene before them would probably scare them into fleeing for their lives," Welt said, shaking his head helplessly.
"Hmm... looks like this commission was also a perfect success! Yay! When we get back, Wende has to make a big feast to reward us!"
On the way back to the inn, March skipped with proud little steps, taking pictures of the group to commorate another successful mission while looking expectantly at Wende.
"Hmm... what would March like to eat?"
Wende had no problem with the request, but he tossed the responsibility of choosing the nu to March.
"Hmm... let think. I want sothing sweet? No, no, that's too rich, it's fine for dessert. I need to think of sothing really delicious!"
Looking at the pondering March, Wende and Welt couldn't help but chuckle.
"As for , a simple fried rice will do," Welt's request was quite simple.
"Okay, what about Stelle?" Wende asked, looking at Stelle beside him.
[Option 1: I'm craving Hiko's coffee.]
[Option 2: I want to drink Douzhir.]
[Option 3: As long as you're the one making it, I'll love it.]
"Yes!! She's getting it! She's finally getting it! My girl is finally getting it!!"
Looking at the Trailblazer's three options, Sister Guoguo shouted excitedly, as if this was sothing incredibly thrilling.
"Pick three! It has to be three!"
"As long as you're the one making it, I'll love it," the Trailblazer said to Wende with a smile.
"Haha, it seems your request is the most difficult of all," Wende said, laughing and shaking his head.
She loves everything? It seems I'll have to put in quite a bit of effort.
"Pick one! It has to be one! I just like to drink sothing with a kick!"
Kakaya slamd her hand on her computer desk. Amidst a chorus of "General, think thrice!" from her chat, she chose the first option.
"I'm craving Hiko's coffee," the Trailblazer stated matter-of-factly.
"????" x3
March reached out and touched the Trailblazer's forehead worriedly.
"She doesn't have a fever. Why is she talking nonsense?"
"Hmm... I think the Disciples of Sanctus dicus must have fed her sothing strange. Wende! Make her vomit!"
Welt's expression turned grave. He adjusted his glasses, which had nearly fallen off from shock, and spoke seriously to Wende.
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