Chapter 47 Go ahead, it's okay, you won't die.
A mere few dozen wolves were no match for Buster Grand, the leader of the Storm.
But... he still has some control over 'Bain'.
With his teammates restraining him, the Storm Leader tried his best to conceal his true abilities, even switching his preferred weapon to his fists, killing enemies with his bare hands.
I just didn't expect these snow wolves to be so tough. No matter how many times they were knocked down or how many cuts were made on their bodies, they could still get up and fight.
He had already sensed something was wrong, and his suspicions were further confirmed when the wolf king appeared. So, long before his teammates warned him, he had already prepared to retrieve the holy water.
But Reinhardt suddenly spoke up, saying he would grant him divine power.
With no other teammates or enemies within fifty meters, Buster remained highly vigilant, his eyes fixed on Reinhardt's face, peering through the false disguise at the Son of God, whom only he could see.
He said he would be given divine power.
Buster didn't hesitate; in fact, by the time he came to his senses, he had already raised his hand and offered it to the other person.
The hands that were pale and bloodless when I first saw them are now fair and soft. Each of Reinhardt's fingers is as smooth and long as mutton fat jade.
The fingernails were pinkish-white, and the hand, slightly smaller than Buster's, gently grasped his, the hands slowly tightening as the Son of God closed the Storm Leader's hands.
He bent down, and his soft hair, chilled by the cold wind, gently clung to Buster's elbow.
The latter's pupils slowly contracted as she stared intently at him.
Until the Son of God's soft lips touched Buster's bent knuckles.
...It felt like his chest was on fire, and Buster felt a little hot all over.
The faint, visible golden light emanating from Reinhardt quickly pulled him back to reality, and Buster hurriedly turned his back, using his body to shield Reinhardt.
But in that short time, Reinhardt had already finished his work.
A wonderful sensation started in my palms, connected to my heart, rolled around in my ventricles, and then spread to my limbs and bones.
The Storm Leader, whose body was covered in icy cold, seemed as light as if he had just thrown away dozens of kilograms of lead weights.
"Put me down." Reinhardt released his hand, reverting to his aloof demeanor.
Buster didn't delay and placed him on the snow. Just as he was about to speak, Reinhardt obediently took a step back, making room for him to move around.
He said, "Go ahead."
Like a wife seeing her husband off to war, the cold wind blows his long golden hair to one side, making him all the more striking in the darkness.
Buster was filled with indescribable emotions, but his body was decisive; he turned and rushed towards the battlefield.
The eerie green eyes with a red glow at the bottom were extraordinary. The wolf pack used the darkness to hide their figures, but they were shattered by Buster's fist, which was tempered with divine power!
The mournful howls of the wolves rose up in waves as the holy water and divine power combined.
The wolf king, the leader, was thoroughly enraged!
It looked up at the moon and let out a sharp wolf howl, the sound waves almost shattering the surrounding bushes! Even Reinhardt was so shocked by the high-frequency sound that his ears rang, and he covered his ears and collapsed onto the barren, green land.
It's noisy!
Buster was also unhappy.
He smashed the head of a wolf, which should also have been demonized, to death with his fist, which was tempered with divine power. He then shook his hand and leaped away, just avoiding a tail swipe from the wolf king.
The other wolves were taken down one after another by their teammates. The howling wolf king no longer cared about Reinhardt and focused all his attention on Buster, wanting to tear him to pieces!
Its raised claws had already sliced through a large section of the forest top, and branches were falling down, nearly hitting Reinhardt.
Fortunately, he was a small target, and fortunately, he was standing far away, so he was not affected by the battle.
With the aid of divine power, Buster on this side was almost invincible. He dodged the wolf king's attack, leaped high into the air, and swung his fist down hard on the wolf king's head.
With a deafening howl, the wolf king's massive body tilted and collapsed, crashing into the ground and creating a huge crater. Blood, reeking of decay and rotting flesh, splattered several meters, nearly hitting Buster and his teammates.
Fortunately, Budney arrived in time and set up a simple defensive barrier for everyone, preventing the blood from corroding them. No one could guarantee what kind of blood flowed within the demonized wolf king's body.
Buster withdrew his fist and leaped off the wolf. The captain then signaled to his teammates to restrain its limbs before slowly approaching the dying wolf king.
“It has indeed become demonized. The other wolves in the pack have also been affected, but not to the extent that the wolf king has been affected.” A female teammate with long hair and wearing a full black fur outfit gave her speculation after briefly observing the wolf king. “Perhaps it’s because of the Demon Eye? They have all been controlled.”
Another male teammate glanced at the ferocious-looking wolf king with disgust, covered his nose, and took a few steps back. Only when the air was finally fresh enough for normal breathing did he roll his eyes.
"Anyone with eyes can see that it's being controlled by the Demon Eye. Can you share some useful information?"
“No matter what, they’re still more useful than you. You managed to get hurt dealing with two wolves. You’d better pray they don’t have any viruses.” Only after she spoke did Budney realize he was injured and rushed over to check on him.
Being harmed by demonized people or things is not a good thing. This thing is comparable to the popular terms "zombie" or "zombie" from years ago. If you are not careful, you may be contaminated and assimilated.
The man rolled his eyes and didn't say anything more.
“This is deliberate manipulation. We haven’t found any other creatures that have been demonized along the way. It’s very likely that the dragon wielding the Demon Eye has sensed our arrival and deliberately released this obstacle.” The captain chimed in at the opportune moment, “This place is no longer safe. We’re all moving tonight… Byrne, what’s wrong with you guys?”
From the moment they began talking, Buster had already been running towards Reinhardt without looking back.
His voice was lowered considerably, and the Storm Leader wore a triumphant smile.
"Well done, Little Potato, you can now participate in the battle... What's wrong with you? Why is your face so pale?" Buster stopped abruptly, standing in the windy spot, shielding Little Potato from the gale while bending down to check on his abnormality.
Naturally, he pulled the person close to his waist, only to find that Potato's skin was ice-cold.
Why are you so cold? Did you fall into a snowdrift?
"That doesn't make sense," Buster thought. "The clothes Potato is wearing are windproof, moisture-proof, and cold-proof. There's no reason why he could freeze like this after being away for just a short while."
“It’s alright, you won’t die.” Reinhardt’s voice remained calm, but Buster could hear the tremor hidden in it.
The Storm Leader was not someone who could be easily dismissed with a few words. He pondered silently for a moment, seemingly understanding the specific reason. His deep eyes were almost frosty, and without hesitation, he picked Reinhardt up in his arms.
Turning back, he nodded to the team leader and the others who had offered their concern: "My brother has fallen ill, and for safety reasons, I will be leaving the team until he recovers. It might not be long, and then we can contact each other again via communicator. I will catch up with you."
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Author's Note: Buster (pupils dizzy with shock): He kissed me! He, he, he, he!
Madonna (disdainfully): It's like no one can be kissed.
Victoria (turning closer to Reinhardt): I want divine power too! I want it!
Reinhardt, who had been grabbed by Buster, silently spread his hands, indicating that he could not help.
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Fly rubbing its hands: I want it stuck on, I want it stuck on! [Please!]
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