Chapter 56 Brother Hehe
The interior of the castle is even more eerie and terrifying than the exterior. The long entrance corridor is both the creator and the enjoyer of darkness.
The corridor's ceiling was extremely high. Buster, who was nearly two meters tall, had a luminous pearl floating beside him that could illuminate a radius of three to five meters. Even under these conditions, he still couldn't see the ceiling above his head.
The castle had fallen into disrepair over the years, and the carpets under their feet had rotted and decayed due to neglect and age. Each step produced a faint sound as if they were crushing insect shells or hardened floorboards.
Unsure of the dangers lurking in the darkness, the group had to proceed with extreme caution.
Before the whispers of conversation had completely faded, the vigilant group felt a violent tremor beneath their feet.
It's hard to say what caused it, but everyone could feel a fine, soft layer of dust falling from above.
Buster, whose attention was focused on the sky, remained highly vigilant, but then felt Reinhardt, nestled in his arms, suddenly move closer to him.
The gentle fragrance and warmth of the Son of God lingered around his nose, naturally drawing the Storm Leader's eyes to him.
His warm, soft, crimson lips moved slightly, and the Son of God uttered a single word.
"Get out of the way."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was loud enough for the people around him to hear clearly.
These experienced fighters, with their exceptional reflexes, heard the warning and immediately left their positions. Some ran forward, some retreated, and Buster was the former, leaping forward the instant Reinhardt uttered his words.
The difference was only a few milliseconds, and the cold wind was almost brushing against their backs. When they turned around again, they only saw several sharp longswords stuck in the ground.
Half of the sword was embedded in the ground, its smooth, white blade still gleaming with a chilling aura. If they were still standing there, their brains and bodies would probably be split in two by now.
“There are many soldiers,” Reinhardt stated softly in Buster’s ear.
Everyone else was taken aback and immediately became alert. Buster, the only one who perfectly understood Reinhardt's meaning, threw the illuminating bead in his hand towards the ceiling.
Countless soldiers dressed in tattered, silver-white armor, standing upside down on the ceiling, flashed past in an instant.
"Holy crap...!" The guy who threw stones at Reinhardt almost cried out.
Fortunately, he held back, and when the luminous pearl returned to Buster's hands, his attention fell on the sitting blonde beauty.
"Aren't you blind?" he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, his curiosity piqued.
Reinhardt, however, still did not intend to answer.
Blindness of sight is not blindness of mind.
It was precisely because he was blind, a blind man who had long been accustomed to darkness and did not need to rely on his eyesight to observe his surroundings, that he could face this darkness and the dangers hidden within it so peacefully.
He wasn't much of a talker, but the Storm Leader wouldn't let Potato suffer in silence. He turned his head coldly to look at the guy who had spoken up.
"Don't you have any pants?" Buster's sudden question startled the other person.
Before the other party could answer, the Storm Leader turned to look at Reinhardt, his voice several levels gentler, but he didn't say a word.
"It turns out that his butt is on his face, and when he opens his mouth, he farts nonstop, and you can't stop it."
The opposing player instantly flew into a rage: "You son of a bitch..."
Although Buster came from a respectable background, he had also struggled to survive at the bottom of society. He could be elegant or vulgar, so he knew exactly how to deal with these kinds of people.
But Reinhardt couldn't listen; these words were filthy, and the gods would find them disgusting.
So the loving older brother helped Reinhardt put on the fluffy earmuffs and said gently, "The air smells bad, sweetie, don't smell it."
Reinhardt, who had only heard a few words, finally realized at this moment that Buster had actually been very kind to him.
Especially in terms of speech, he had almost never heard such vulgar and obscene words from the other party.
It seems that the Storm Leader is not only exceptionally skilled in combat, but also excels in verbal battles.
In fact, verbal sparring is considered mild. If the hot-tempered Storm Leader knew that the other party had once thrown stones at Little Potato, he would most likely be using both hands and feet now.
However, the danger did not stop just because someone in the team was arguing. Reinhardt suddenly reached out and hugged Buster's neck, gently reminding him in his ear.
"There's movement going on up there."
In the brief lull of his frantic heartbeat, the Storm Leader clung tightly to Reinhardt and sprinted forward.
The others naturally took off running as well.
Almost simultaneously, they heard many sounds of things falling behind them.
Like dominoes being pushed over, the soldiers or something above them fell to the ground one after another.
They didn't have time to look, but Reinhardt could vaguely make out that armored soldiers had fallen from the ceiling and were chasing after them with weapons.
These are most likely former troops and adventurers who were previously sent by the Snow Kingdom or other countries to besiege them. They have been demonized and controlled, and have now become dragon guardian puppets.
Demonized corpses also fell ahead, blocking their way and leaving them in a dilemma.
The dominoes finally fell on their heads, but when the sky falls, there are tall people to hold it up. Buster, who is nearly two meters tall, is holding a doll-like wife in his hand and is more attentive to the safety of the people above than the average person.
Of course, his reaction time was also very fast. Before the thing above his head fell, he had already used the props to create a barrier to block the falling corpse.
The demonized corpses, resembling zombies... no, they had already become zombies, and surrounded them.
The teammates around them used their unique skills to activate props, barriers, or shields to prevent the zombies from getting close. As they swung their weapons, all sorts of human fragments rolled to the ground, and the already decaying and withered carpet was instantly stained with a thick layer of black blood.
The stench filled the air instantly.
Buster knew that Reinhardt's other senses were very sharp, and such a stench would either kill him or leave him half-dead, so he quickly took out a bottle of purifying medicine and wanted to give it to Reinhardt.
Unexpectedly, Reinhardt rejected the idea and instead said three words to him: "Aircraft."
His voice, clear and distinct amidst the chaos of battle, reached Buster's ears: "I can lead the way."
Buster was actually very unhappy, extremely unhappy.
Reinhardt clearly took to heart the word "cumbersome" that bastard had said. Otherwise, why would this little brat suddenly ask to separate from him?
"You think you can hear such despicable words? Why didn't you take what I said to heart?"
He wanted nothing more than to tear that thing's mouth off, but it wasn't the right time yet, so the Storm Leader had to try his best to suppress his temper.
"You're ignoring a stranger's farts but don't believe in my abilities. I'll be very angry."
“I believe you, brother,” Reinhardt said softly. “But in this space, you may not see as clearly as I do. I can guide you.”
That monotonous word was plain and ordinary; the Son of God didn't actually utter it with much emotion, yet it still made the Storm Leader's heart race and left him completely mesmerized.
He called me brother!
hey-hey!
For those two simple words alone, without needing Reinhardt to add any further explanation, Buster would agree to anything.
Not to mention that this pretty and cute little potato even pleaded with him in a soft voice at the end.
Buster knew Reinhardt's personality very well: detached from emotions, devoid of desires, almost inhuman. Buster went to great lengths to arouse his 'desire'.
His request for guidance, though perhaps fueled by the garbage and a desire to prove his worth, is still, at least, a form of desire...
Buster wanted to comfort him, to tell him that one doesn't necessarily have to be 'useful' to survive in this world. And he brought Reinhardt along... at least for now, he wasn't bringing Reinhardt along hoping he would generate value.
He just wanted to live a good life.
But these ideas might be too far removed from Reinhardt's current situation, and not grand principles suitable for discussion right now. Buster felt that what Reinhardt might need more right now was to follow his will.
"good."
Buster eventually agreed.
He put Reinhardt down, watched as Reinhardt summoned the flying vehicle, and then sat down sideways.
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Author's Note: Buster: Hehe, he calls me brother, hehehehehehehehehehehehehehe
Reinhardt: What kind of spell is this... that it turned the Storm Lord into a senile being...?
Victoria: Reinhardt! Please call me sister, please! [starry-eyed]
Madonna & Celine: Me too!
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