I hurriedly tried to stop him.
"Get out of the way."
"Rather than fighting them now, getting out of here as soon as possible is the right choice."
Sword Demon tilted his head: "Why are you running away?"
"because……"
“The door over there is closed too, so you can stop having any unrealistic hopes,” he said coldly. “Besides, aren’t those guys just looking for a more brutal narrative? Let them be satisfied, it’s all meaningless anyway.”
“Even so, there are other ways to handle this. They are only under control, not completely out of their minds. We just need to buy them as much time as possible. There are at most ten minutes left. As long as we get through those ten minutes, we can choose not to do as they want…”
"Did you go easy on them before?"
"That was just self-defense..."
"I was just defending myself."
I was truly speechless.
Looking back, we had used many extreme measures to escape successfully. Although we initially only tried to paralyze their bodies, as time went on and the intensity and threat of the battle increased, the intensity of our fighting also began to rise rapidly, evolving into a situation where someone would inevitably be injured or killed every time we made a move.
Sword Demon is absolutely right.
If you want to save your life, just hold on in this alley where all routes ahead and behind are cut off, and directly fulfill the purpose of that damned mission: kill all the targets that show hostility.
But what happens after that? Killing one will kill two, killing two will kill a whole group... Rather than leaving only a few who have regained their senses and are filled with fear after killing most of them, it would be better to bury them all before they have any real senses.
That's a truly twisted and insane viewpoint.
But I don't want to agree with that. No one wants themselves, or someone they know, to fall into the bottomless abyss of becoming a boring killing machine. If it were just for self-defense, that would be one thing, but to actively throw oneself into the realm of killing is undoubtedly to completely abandon one's emotions as a human being, and then it's almost impossible to turn back.
It felt like being bound by an invisible yet profound malice, and the dark red notification box for confirming the time was even more glaring.
If giving me what was supporting this place was at my mentor's behest, then what is happening now must not be my mentor's intention. I suddenly realized this, yet I couldn't grasp the clues to the existence that set all of this up. The only thing I could vaguely recall was the figure of the woman who covered her face with a fan.
However, what was the name of that store? My memory is a bit hazy.
Meanwhile, the Sword Demon's cold retort continued: "Even so, how do you plan to resolve this? Are you just going to keep cowering and defending like this?"
I wanted to nod, but thinking of the state of the mountain and the shadow butterfly, I could only freeze in place.
Time is running out, and so is ours, which is exhausted. Shadow Butterfly's injuries must be treated properly as soon as possible, and Mountain, as the main defender of the team, is also struggling to maintain his previous strength in the short term due to the excessive exertion from the attack just now.
Even if we can repeatedly evade our pursuers by relying on the complexity of the ruins themselves, as more and more people arrive, we will inevitably face a more precarious situation, and it will be too late to switch to a defensive posture at that point.
"Furthermore, how do you plan to face the punishment?"
He was referring to the penalty for mission failure, something like the safe zone collapsing in the tenth mission. I never expected to receive this guy's concern so suddenly.
However, the current prompt box doesn't specify, so maybe it actually means nothing? But that doesn't seem likely. I have indeed seen missions with no penalty before. What's hidden by three question marks might be something terrible, and the corresponding reward might not be anything good either—even if it's claimed to be a carefully prepared gift.
Glancing at Sheng beside him, the boy, whose expression was unusually serious, nodded in agreement.
Is fighting the only way out?
I took a deep breath, letting my slightly restored magic flow again, and gazed at the nearby treetops. Under the cover of darkness, the elves were restless and eager to approach, like a flock of bald birds waiting to fight for chunks of flesh from their dying prey.
The sword demon, who also noticed this, raised his hand and slashed horizontally along the ground. After a brief moment of silence, the tall trees all tilted and fell to the side away from us, instantly clearing out a small open space with no additional high points.
Sensing the controllable space, Sheng raised his hand and summoned the vines that had been lying in wait underground. He dragged the sprites that had rolled to the ground but were still able to move properly into the ground and pressed them down like carrots. Feifei, who was more energetic after sleeping, also flew in a big circle in the distance, attracting and destroying many arrows that were about to fly towards us.
The oppressive feeling of being targeted by a sharp weapon was significantly reduced, and the air could flow again.
I tried asking one last question: "If we kill all the elves here, you probably won't be able to get what you want, right?"
"Are you talking about the seeds of the World Tree? We've already obtained them."
His calm reply left me speechless with astonishment, and even Sheng couldn't help but interrupt, "How did you do that? To obtain that, you need to use the clear spring water contained in the white jade cup to water the newest bud of the World Tree at dawn until it reaches perfection. But the white jade cup has always been in my hands, and it's not dawn yet..."
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