Chapter 39-39- Master and Disciple
Although she won in the end, Yvette's experience was not pleasant.
From the first time she came into contact with the six-armed demon, she had been thinking about how to kill this third-order aberration that moved extremely fast and was almost impossible to catch. So she came up with the plan of using herself as bait to restrain the opponent and then bombarding it to death.
But as we all know, theory is theory and practice is practice. A plan that relies entirely on imagination will definitely have unexpected results in actual operation.
For example, in a desperate situation, in order to ensure 100% kill, she poured all her magic power into it, leaving almost no room for herself. For another example, the power of this elemental fusion explosion was so great that it did not distinguish between friend and foe, and her magic defense was actually shattered.
So, when the explosion ended, the six-armed demon's corpse was annihilated, leaving only a small magic core that flew far away. Yvette, like a dunked basketball, smashed into the ground with a bang, creating a deep pit between the meat carpet and the soil.
When the smoke and dust cleared, Yvette lay in the center of the pit, her clothes torn and stained with blood, her face covered in dust. Only in her dark red eyes did her emotions remain steady, like an emotionless machine.
Then she struggled to stand up and staggered towards the corpse of the jellyfish fog beast at the edge - the magic core of the six-armed demon flew away to an unknown place, and she had to dig out the core of the jellyfish fog beast now, otherwise the "regeneration pump" would not be able to withstand the spread of the distortion factor.
As expected, plans cannot keep up with changes. Brain testing is never enough, and the execution is not good either. More safety redundancy should be left in the future... When she reflected on it, she felt as if all the bones in her body were broken. The pain was so severe that she couldn't help but grin when she walked.
But at this moment, a heavy sound of footsteps aroused her vigilance.
She turned her head and saw the woodlouse queen who had crawled up again at some point. Looking at the murderous intent emanating from her six scarlet eyes, her heart couldn't help but skip a beat.
In the previous battle, she hadn't been able to finish off the Woodlouse Queen due to the appearance of the six-armed demon. During the battle, the intensity and tension had taken away their full attention, so much so that both she and the six-armed demon had temporarily forgotten that the Woodlouse Queen, lying motionless in the distance, seemed to still be alive.
Of course, the Woodlice Queen wasn't in good shape either. She was recovering from her injuries, her body covered in wounds, likely the work of the six-armed demon. Then, before she'd fully recovered, she was blasted with a powerful spell from Yvette, leaving her massive lower body charred and shattered, oozing sticky pus as she walked.
But this obviously does not prevent it from becoming the beneficiary at this moment.
What bad luck... Yvette's heart sank. Along the way, she'd encountered the "Mechanical Tyrant," the "Night Demon," the "Jellyfish Mist Beast," the "Woodlouse Queen," and the "Six-Armed Demon," arguably the island's most powerful Tier 3 Aberration. Yet, she'd only managed to obtain the Night Demon's Mana Core, returning a measly 20 mana points. She'd either failed to obtain the rest of the Mana Cores or gotten them too late. Now, she was practically exhausted, helpless against even a half-dead Woodlouse Queen. She was truly unlucky.
She stopped and looked at the approaching woodlouse queen, motionless, as if waiting to die. Just as the woodlouse queen's anthropomorphic face revealed a cruel expression and she raised her sickle high, a blue-white, less luminous rune ring was thrust into its mouth by Yvette.
In an instant, the woodlouse queen's smile froze, and then her entire body was pierced by dazzling lightning, and she slowly fell down.
At the same time, Yvette's body lost its last bit of strength and fell softly to the ground.
This was the last bit of magic she cast at the cost of giving up the maintenance of the regeneration pump.
Now, the dark and violent distortion factor is surging, churning, invading and assimilating in every blood vessel in her body.
This was a sign that she was nearing the end of her life.
…
The sky was dark, with thick, dark clouds hanging heavily on the skyline. A violent wind howled among the mountains, stirring up a cloud of dead leaves and dust, foreshadowing the impending rainstorm.
In the withered forest, Rosaline panted as she killed several approaching deformed creatures with her alloy battle blade. She wiped the sweat from her forehead. Although her brows looked tired, she was energetic and her eyes were bright.
After killing the Shepherd Sheep, she was unexpectedly in good condition. Although her mana bar was empty, she picked up the magic core dropped by the Shepherd Sheep, and her combat power was almost restored to its peak in an instant.
If the teacher knew about my excellent performance, he would be very happy and praise me, right?
Why!
There is no greater happiness in the world than to receive triple recognition from a teacher, guardian, and idol!
Speaking of which, I don't know how things are going with the teacher. But the fog has suddenly cleared, so things should be going smoothly...
Then she checked her status.
He recovered, but then encountered some second-stage and first-stage aberrations. His mana bar was still around 40 or 50. But his alloy blade's energy was depleted, which had a significant impact. His combat power was halved, probably less than a third of his peak state.
The magic skateboard was damaged in the battle, and the rest of the journey could only be traveled on foot.
Oh, by the way, there are a few elemental bombs in the waist bag, but their power is about the same as that of ordinary spells. Their greatest function is actually to throw them into the sky and cast the four major signals of "help", "warning", "retreat" and "victory" according to the colors red, yellow, blue and green.
However, we haven’t seen any flares exploding in the sky for such a long time. Does this mean that the teacher is also caught in a fight?
The teacher hasn't been able to solve it for so long, could it be that the "Lord" has been successfully born?
With suspicions about the tense situation and concerns about her teacher, she ran all the way, passed through the forest that had completely turned crimson purple, and came to an open area covered with a carpet of flesh and blood.
Then she saw the huge, limp body of the Woodlouse Queen, and next to it, a scarred, silver-haired figure so frail that it seemed like it could be broken by the wind.
"Teacher!!!" Her pupils contracted, and she subconsciously ran over and hugged the teacher in her arms.
It seemed that the anxious call had taken effect. After a moment, she saw the teacher's eyelids open a little, revealing dull and numb red pupils without much life.
"Teacher, how are you? Are you okay?" Although she only had a little magic power left, she still held the teacher's hand without hesitation, palm to palm, trying to transfer the magic power to him - the regeneration pump is a continuous casting self-rescue skill and cannot be used on others for the time being.
But surprisingly, the teacher didn't accept it.
"The distortion factor in my body has exceeded the limit of the regeneration pump and has spread." The teacher said softly, but the content made Rosalyn feel like she was struck by lightning.
She knew what this meant. Even someone as powerful as her teacher could not resist the erosion of such a strange thing.
Her eyes instantly turned red, and her chest felt like a mountain was pressing down on her. Then she heard the teacher continue in a calm tone, as if indifferent to her life: "I will try to curb the distortion, and you must leave here immediately."
Before he could finish his words, a chilling rustling sound surged from all directions. Although the woodlouse queen was dead, the hive was still alive. Without a hive master, the hive could still issue commands to the surrounding area, summoning an army of low-level aberrations.
It was obvious that if they didn't leave here, the two would die in the tide of the vast swarm of insects, be eaten up, and nothing would be left of their bodies.
"I'll take you back." Rosalyn said in a promising tone.
"Think it over carefully." The teacher looked at her. "You still have family, and you still have a chance to go home."
Rosalyn's heart was shaken when she heard about going home.
But in just a second, that stray thought vanished. She fell silent, carrying her teacher's frighteningly light body on her back. With one hand steadying her, the other tightly gripping the cold hilt of the knife, she rushed towards the planned retreat route.
——That was planned before the operation, a route suitable for retreat, leading to an abandoned town where there were magic motorcycles prepared in advance.
Since the insect swarm came from behind, there were not many deformed monsters on the escape route. The few that attacked from the shadows were easily knocked aside.
Even so, it was a bit too difficult for her in her current state. Carrying her teacher on her back made it difficult for her to move, and the enemies could come from all directions. Besides the insect swarms behind her, flying aberrations would swarm from the sky, spraying scorching acid onto the ground. She was completely helpless against this, except for dodging as hard as she could.
Gradually, the dark clouds in the sky grew thicker, condensing into an indissoluble block of ink, and the long-brewing rainstorm finally poured down.
The cold rain and fog soaked my clothes and made the rugged and muddy road as slippery as fish scales.
When turning a corner of a valley, a downward slope appeared in front of her. Rosalyn slipped and fell directly down. She rolled on the ground for several times and hit her forehead on a rugged rock. She couldn't help but let out a suppressed groan of pain.
But, without caring about herself, she suppressed the pain, struggled to get up, and ran to check on the teacher. She found that the silver-haired girl had her eyes closed and her chest was not moving at all. She was like a broken doll abandoned by the world. Apart from the gray and black color spreading rapidly under her skin, there was no sign of life.
"teacher……?"
No response.
In an instant, time seemed to stop. Rosalyn felt her heart tremble violently, and rain flowed into her eyes, blurring her vision.
Until now, she still can't believe that the teacher may have passed away, just like a little girl who lost both parents in an accident and still expects her parents to wake her up the next day.
The six years she had spent with her teacher were more than a third of her life. In her heart, her teacher was more than just a teacher; he was also her idol, benefactor, and relative. She was not yet prepared, and did not know how, to face a world without her teacher, a desolate and dead world where she was alone.
An unprecedented hoarse sound came out of her mouth, and her bony fingers gripped the hilt of the alloy battle blade tightly, bringing out the blade's light and cutting through the cold rain and the howling wind.
After repelling wave after wave of attacks from the distorted creatures, she knelt exhaustedly beside her teacher, reached out her hand, and wiped the mud off her teacher's face.
As her consciousness became increasingly hazy, a relieved and liberated smile suddenly appeared on her beautiful face.
She thought, if the god of death was destined to take the teacher away today, then he would take her away as well. The teacher was so lazy and leisurely on weekdays. He couldn't even cook and needed someone to wake him up. If he moved into the underworld alone, he would definitely not be able to adapt to living there. He would have to have someone to serve him.
so--
She will stay here, and stay here forever, until her blood soaks the rotten soil, until her bone marrow flows out, until the fire of her soul is completely extinguished in the cold wind, and she and her teacher turn into two dry bones that no one cares about, but snuggle up to each other.
The wind will carry away the story between her and her teacher and tell it to the next traveler from another world.
(End of this chapter)
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