Chapter 192 Temper
……madman.
This guy had obviously lost his eyesight, but he acted extremely calm, as if nothing had happened.
Ole gave him a deep look, then grabbed him by the back of his collar and swiftly threw him out of the center of the combat zone. Amidst the deafening explosion, Maxine quickly snapped the neck of an enemy who was trying to take advantage of the opportunity to launch a sneak attack—then caught him in the act.
This smooth little combo that came from the tacit understanding in the previous life made the black-haired young man's eyes widen. The sudden loss of weight made him instinctively grab in mid-air, but he caught nothing.
"I'll tell Azuka all about this."
He suddenly heard the red-haired girl say this in his ear. Even without seeing her expression, he could tell she was holding her breath. "Including how you suddenly rushed into the battlefield and how you suddenly pushed Ole away—every word."
Nova: “…”
Greven, who was chasing after them, was inexplicably discovered that in just a short while, the faces of the Shadow Chaser's leader and the warrior girl named Maxlin became extremely ugly, but he had no time to care about these things now. He just kept this matter in mind and led the slaves to attack the armory.
The ghost stood tall and straight. Though he looked frail, he stood solemnly on the battlefield like an unyielding banner at dawn. Countless people hurried past him. The black-haired young man lowered his eyes, quietly listening to the sounds from outside. Only when the slaves cheered their successful capture of the armory did he stumble, unperturbed, and beside him, Marshilin quickly steadied him.
"Help me up, I'm almost out of strength." The man's voice was low and fast: "What I just said-"
"I've got it all." Marcyline interrupted him rudely. The red-haired girl, who was always kind to others, rarely felt like losing her temper - but the body leaning against her was trembling slightly, as if it was very cold, or perhaps from some unbearable pain.
"City Hall." The Tyrant's voice was a little hoarse. "According to the battle plan, the final target is Port Morris City Hall."
The City Hall is the political center of a city. The capture of the City Hall symbolizes the completion of a complete power shift in a city.
"Don't worry, the most difficult part has been done, leave the rest to us." Maxine took a deep breath. As long as they controlled the guns and ammunition, everything would go much more smoothly. After all, whether warriors or sorcerers, they were all human beings who could be killed by bullets - not to mention that the soldiers stationed in Hong Kong had almost completely lost the desire to fight. All the nobles, wealthy businessmen and officials in Hong Kong were fleeing towards the port, not knowing that the port had also been controlled by the nameless ones.
...Damn it, the headache was getting worse. Amidst countless fragments of memory, the voices of his companions seemed to drift from the horizon. After losing his vision, his ability to control the outside world plummeted. Absorbing Samuel's soul had inevitably come at a price, a price he hadn't anticipated, and it seemed a bit inappropriate at this moment.
The professor silently let Maxine support him while he quickly absorbed the information he needed from the sounds outside. For a moment, no one, except those who knew him well, noticed that the pale, black-haired young man was actually blind. Then, all the noisy sounds suddenly disappeared for a moment, followed by bursts of gasps. Nova heard the red-haired girl exclaim, "Azuka! Are you okay?!"
The smoke of the battlefield, the thick smell of blood, and a familiar odor filled the air. Is the other party injured? Nova frowned, wanting to ask about the man's condition, but as he took a tentative step forward, his feet gave way, and he fell completely into endless darkness and drowsiness.
In a trance, it seemed as if someone caught him and held him tightly in his arms.
…
He gasped and struggled to wake up from the nightmare filled with darkness. After several attempts, he finally succeeded in opening his eyes.
"…Azuka?"
There was no response, and the scene before my eyes was still dark.
His forehead was still throbbing slightly, and cold sweat soaked his back. Beneath him was a soft mattress, and he'd probably changed his clothes. Nova lifted the covers and groped around, finding the edge of the bed. He tentatively sat up, but when his feet touched the icy ground, his toes shrank from the cold.
He stood up barefoot, found a wall, and walked forward step by step, holding on to it. The room was small, and even familiar. Soon he found his own desk and neatly arranged files... It was Ole's safe house.
The professor breathed a sigh of relief at the familiar environment, and he subconsciously felt around on the table—the next second, he felt a strange, cold hand without warning.
——There were other people in the room, staring at him silently and coldly as he groped forward in the darkness.
The sudden shock caused the black-haired young man's pupils to dilate for a moment. He instinctively retracted his hand and stepped back, but was tripped by the chair leg behind him. The sudden loss of weight made him subconsciously struggle to reach forward. This time, the professor heard a low sigh. Someone grabbed his hand, helped him steady his center of gravity, and then pressed him firmly into the chair.
"Azuka?" The professor frowned and asked with some dissatisfaction: "Are you hurt? Why don't you answer me?"
The other party remained silent, simply leaning over and grabbing his calf. The sudden restraint forced the black-haired young man to instinctively struggle, but the other person's grip was too tight. With a slight shift of his icy fingers, he clasped his bony, fragile ankle, rendering him unable to move.
"How are you injured?" Nova let the other person put his feet on his knees, help him put on socks, put on shoes, and tie the laces.
He curled up meekly in the chair, his black hair half covering his pale, bloodless face. He looked surprisingly obedient, yet exceptionally weak and pitiful—even though the other person in the room knew it was all just a hateful facade. "Where are Marshilin and Aure? How's the progress with the slaves?"
"...Everything is going well." The other party finally spoke, his voice seemed a little hoarse, even a little strange, as if he was suppressing something: "Are you concerned about my injury?"
"Of course." The professor looked at him in confusion, frowned and groped, grabbed the savior's collar and pulled him down a little, leaned over and sniffed carefully with his nostrils flaring.
...the smell of blood.
The unpleasant smell of blood, I don't know how much comes from the enemy and how much comes from the other party himself.
Cold fingers slowly touched the back of his neck, paused, and then pulled him away a little, stopping the animal-like sniffing.
"...Are you angry?" The professor finally realized what was happening. He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and explained seriously, "Okay, I admit that blindness was not part of my plan at this time. I didn't expect the rejection reaction from the God of Night and Death to be loss of sight - but the impact on the overall situation is not fatal. I think it is acceptable. After all, I have obtained a lot of important information from the other party's soul. After I sort it out, I will -"
"Three minutes," Azuka said calmly.
"...What?" Nova was stunned.
"I'm going to spank you in three minutes," the Savior said calmly. "You'd better figure out how to convince me in three minutes—you've already wasted one minute, and now you have two."
"Why? Because I lied to you?" The black-haired young man stared at him in confusion. "I simply selectively concealed the actual priority of the battle plan. For the sake of global optimization, I don't think it was a mistake. Regarding personal feelings, I apologize. This is indeed my fault. I have violated your trust."
The Savior lowered his eyes, his voice calm, "You've wasted another minute. One more minute."
"...I have another solution," his nemesis said seriously and with a hint of pride. "Remember the assassin sent by the Saman family? He tried to strangle me, but was stabbed into a pile of rotten flesh by the explosive power of the undigested fragments of the Sea God's soul. Does this mean that when I enter a near-death state, the soul of the God of Night and Death within me will also be consumed?"
Azuka: “…”
"It's time," he announced with a deadpan expression, almost laughing out of anger.
Seeing that guy standing there in a daze, the savior stood up, grabbed him up somewhat roughly, and easily pressed his enemy on the table. His hands were crossed and clasped behind his waist, his cheek pressed against the cold table, and his buttocks were forced to show in an extremely awkward posture.
A very rough and repressive posture.
"I'm sorry, you didn't succeed in convincing me." With a muffled sound, Nova slowly opened his eyes, and sudden pain came from his private parts that he had never expected.
This guy actually...!
He subconsciously struggled violently, but the other man's hand pressed lightly on his sunken back, not hurting him, but just holding him so that he could not move.
"Azuka! You—"
Nova opened his eyes wide in anger. The other party had always treated him gently and considerately. A childish disbelief that had never appeared before suddenly emerged from the depths of his chest.
Again.
The black-haired young man's throat was filled with irritated, rapid breaths. Logically, he shouldn't compete with others in physical skills, but some inexplicable emotion forced him to lose his mind, feeling as angry as if he had been betrayed... and wronged.
...He enjoyed the most gentle treatment in front of this person, and those clumsy displays of weakness were only useful to those who truly cared about him. Therefore, this sudden coldness, which could not even be called cruel, seemed particularly glaring.
"…Are you angry?"
Seeing the man finally stop moving, Azuka sighed, released his grip on his arms, and leaned over to press down. The scattered battle maps on the table were wrinkled from the struggle, and some graphite stained the man's face. He ran his fingers over the burning skin and tentatively touched the mark at the corner of his eye.
...Fortunately, there was no sign of moisture, after all, he had deliberately restrained his strength.
Azuka slowly hugged his old enemy's trembling waist from behind, kissed the back of his neck which was red and wet with cold sweat in a soothing manner, then buried his cheek in the other's shoulder, and his low and soft voice flowed into the other's ears.
"The sense of self-blame and despair of powerlessness."
"Trust is torn apart by anger and grievance."
“…the helplessness and fear of being forced to leave everything to an unknown fate.”
"When I was forced to watch you fall before my eyes," the Savior's voice was hoarse, with an unnoticeable, mournful, trembling vulnerability, "My sir, my emotions were hundreds, thousands of times more intense than yours at this moment."
"—I'm angry and scared, Nova."
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