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Bai Jingan drove into the midst of the flames of war, while Xia Tian groped for a gun.
Outside, there was no longer any trace of the white paradise of flowers in bloom. Darkness enveloped everything in a harsh and cold embrace. Crimson flames danced wildly, devouring the flowers and lush trees. Furniture, decorations, and statues were also burning—the fire glowed with an eerie hue of blood red, purple, green, and an indescribable gray-white. It was as if the suffering souls were flickering and wailing.
The solid ground was breaking apart and falling to pieces.
The flames, which were performing a chaotic dance of multiple colors, ignited a wildfire in Xia Tian’s gaze. His pupils had morphed into bottomless abysses, a dark crevice opening within their depths.
All the elites were evacuating. Wine, snacks, and masks were trampled underfoot. The Killing Show’s Autonomous Machines swarmed up, and blue defensive shields lit up time and time again, appearing fragile amidst the gunfire. Some were shrieking, while others looked dazed, embracing destruction as if their minds were malfunctioning.
Xia Tian glanced at the time. He had only been captured for a dozen or so hours, but it felt like he had gone to hell and back. He had been cut up and eaten alive, and he didn’t know how to put himself back together.
Unconsciously, he touched the gun handle, when he suddenly heard a voice.
It was a very magnetic male voice. He was conversing with someone on the phone, saying, “Tell him that he doesn’t need his hands and feet anymore. I’ll arrange another surgery for him when I want to—”
At that moment, without even thinking about it, Xia Tian grabbed the gun and struck in that direction.
Something he had been striving to maintain, something that had made him appear somewhat dignified, had shattered. He trembled all over, dominated by an immense anger and ferocity that wanted to tear that voice into pieces at any cost.
That was the voice of the narrator which he would never forget in his life!
This was the voice that had called him “His Majesty, the God of War,” said he needed to be taught a lesson, made him open his mouth, scream and cry, and described his body as if it were just an object for people to mess with!
The trajectory of the energy gun cut through space like a scorching line. Bai Jingan whipped his head around to look. The light of the gunfire bathed his face in a brutal light, casting fragmented lights and shadows across his features.
He suddenly made a sharp turn, and the mobile fortress resembled a giant shark changing direction, drawing a smooth arc around Xia Tian’s target. At the same time, Xia Tian fired five shots in a row, his aim never leaving the bastard.
The firepower of the Stellar Heavy Rifle was very strong, and the defense field on the narrator sharply flickered, illuminating his face. He was wearing a light blue suit embroidered with intricate patterns of hunting and torture. He looked handsome, his temperament refined and arrogant. He was walking towards an automated hover car, the vehicle slender and blue, resembling a deformed fish tail.
The shots were not even a breeze to him. He turned to look at them, then smiled at Xia Tian.
The statue on one side was burning, casting a red glow on his face. The blood-red light danced, giving him a hungry look.
Then he saw the person with a gloomy expression in the driver’s seat.
“Bai Jingan,” the man said, “you will pay for everything you’ve done today. You can’t imagine how great the cost will be—”
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Bai Jingan suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply. He was basically driving a tank, and he slammed it into the narrator’s small Screamer hover car in front of him, sending it tumbling through the air. The burning flames reflected in his eyes, making them glow red.
Meanwhile, the energy bar of the energy gun in Xia Tian’s hand ran out, so he tossed the gun aside, and Bai Jingan handed another one to him.
It was an Anniversary Day heavy artillery cannon from the Stellar Series. Xia Tian fired it, directing all its energy at the defense field. The blue light of the defensive shield shone brightly as it clashed with the crimson glow of the energy gun’s beam. The scene pulsed with a chaotic fury, mirroring the murderous glint in Xia Tian’s eyes.
The narrator’s face finally turned ugly. He was at the top of the food chain. He had no natural predators in the Upper City, and no one would leave a wound on him. He wasn’t familiar with the feeling of being stared at like prey.
With a stern face, he glanced around and spotted a “Leap Trap” just parked nearby, painted in bright red with the “Silencer” insignia on the vehicle.
All heavy weapons were extinguished there, leaving only flames and small-caliber bullets, like a fissure devouring flames. He waved his hand in that direction, indicating he wanted to go there. As long as he got into that hovercraft, he could rid himself of this uncomfortable feeling of being scared and return to his familiar life.
He didn’t make it.
Xia Tian fired thirteen shots within five seconds, directing all the energy onto the defense net.
At the last moment, a flash of realization dawned on the blue-clad elite, and he bolted, abandoning any semblance of composure. His face, usually a mask of stoicism, had curdled into a horrifying shade of white. Perhaps he had never been so disheveled in his life.
But it was too late. The defensive net sputtered, struggling to stay lit in the face of the fierce bombardment. Finally, it blinked one last time and went out completely.
Then, Xia Tian consecutively hit the fleshy body hidden inside the clam shell with three shots.
Under the gunfire, his nightmare was nothing more than an individual. The sharp fire that struck at him tore him into a pile of minced meat in a blink of an eye.
Xia Tian continued to shoot relentlessly, even though there was nothing left there but charred remnants.
The “Leap Trap” stayed still for a moment. No one came out, and it quietly slipped away in the firelight.
Until the heavy cannon was empty, Xia Tian held on tightly to the orange barrel, his body frozen and unable to react.
Bai Jingan stopped the tank by the pile of debris.
Xia Tian stared at it. That nightmarish voice was now nothing but black remnants on the ground.
His hands trembled. Unable to hold the gun, he dropped it to the ground.
Beside the corpse, a field of bright red poppies bloomed beautifully. He had been dragged through this sea of flowers, and the sun had been so bright…
Uncontrollable shivers wracked Xia Tian’s body. He clenched his fists in a futile attempt to quell the tremors that rippled through him.
He stared at the ground, his throat tight. He swallowed hard, trying to control the emotions welling up inside him. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to vomit or cry.
Bai Jingan turned to look at him, and Xia Tian unconsciously wanted to curl up as he said, “I’m fine, I’m fine…”
Bai Jingan suddenly wrapped his arms around him in a crushing hug. His whole body was also quaking.
Xia Tian felt the tremors in his body gradually subside. The warmth seemed to soothe the seemingly eternal scars and coldness within him, transforming them into a gentle, dull ache. It seemed that one day, they would heal completely.
He opened his arms and hugged Bai Jingan back, whispering softly, “I knew you would come.”
Bai Jingan softly murmured “Hmm,” a sound Xia Tian had never heard from him before. It was gentle and soft, with a hint of nasal tone. Xia Tian stroked his hair.
He glanced again at the remains of the fucking narrator and said, “I feel much better now.”
Having already planned the route before coming, Bai Jingan skillfully drove through the midst of gunfire and headed outwards.
As they left the Floating World Paradise, a team of security guards tried to organize a blockade, but they broke through. Xia Tian emptied two more guns. When he was in that cage, he thought he would die, but now that he was out and armed, he felt good enough to go and kill those who had made his life miserable.
They broke through the encirclement, turned on the camera screens, and turned onto an upward road.
When they passed the G3-15 highway intersection, Bai Jingan stopped at a suspended highway rest stop and helped him remove the collar from his neck.
The pitch-black collar clasped Xia Tian’s neck tightly, as if he were some kind of animal to be locked up. Carved with intricate patterns, its deep red base resembled a series of blood grooves. A tracking device was undoubtedly hidden within. Bai Jingan’s gaze fixated on the collar, his face twisted in disgust, as if he wanted to vomit.
Xia Tian leaned quietly against the window, looking outside, while Bai Jingan took the Marshmallow and carefully cut open the collar with the newly unlocked single-molecule function.
The God of War leaned there quietly, his pulse beating. Even with the single-molecule blade so close to his neck, he remained calm and steady.
He looked at the floating city in the distance that was engulfed in flames, with half of the sky burning red, looking angry and ominous. That land of decay was decomposing and breaking apart. By tomorrow, all the flowers, cages, seas, and land would become trash littering the ground. When daylight came, the sun would shine on a pile of ruins.
Another huge crashing sound came, and the whole floating city seemed to be shaken. In the dim horizon, the morning star was rising slowly, signaling the approaching dawn.
Xia Tian felt the warmth of Bai Jingan’s fingers as his comrade skillfully cut open the collar without hurting him at all.
As soon as it was cut open, Bai Jingan grabbed the thing and threw it out of the window with all his strength. The dark chain made a metallic impact sound as it slid into the dark bottom of the trash bin.
Xia Tian’s anger, which had reached a boiling point just moments ago, had now cooled down. His hands were no longer shaking like crazy, and he no longer felt like going on a rampage to destroy stuff—killing that narrator had clearly helped a lot.
However, he was still tightly gripping onto the gun, not wanting to let go. Blood continued to seep from his wounds, a stark reminder of the pieces of himself that had been ripped away and devoured. The cold steel of destruction in his hand offered a fragile sense of security, as if it could compensate for what he’d lost.
After getting rid of the collar, Bai Jingan drove away from the rest stop, merging into the traffic flow heading towards the Upper City. Xia Tian looked at the rearview mirror, and the collar was far behind him, like a broken snake.
Bai Jingan made a turn, and the trash bin that contained the collar disappeared completely from sight.
After accurately choosing another fork in the road, Bai Jingan handed Xia Tian a hair tie.
Xia Tian took it. It was blue and had cartoon birds printed on it.
He looked at it with disdain, and Bai Jingan said, “I picked it up when I stole the tank.”
“Is this the only one?” Xia Tian asked, carefully loosening his grip on the gun handle before tying up his hair.
“Yeah,” Bai Jingan said, “it suits you very well.”
“Fine,” Xia Tian said, finishing tying his hair, “Your taste is only this good.”
Bai Jingan turned to look at him, his expression gentle and relaxed. After a long stretch of straight driving, he switched to safety mode, let go of the steering wheel, went to retrieve the gun from the dashboard, and then helped Xia Tian count the weapons.
His hand suddenly twitched and became unsteady. The gun fell down, and Xia Tian subconsciously reached out to catch it. But she couldn’t control her hands, and she failed to catch it.
The two Killing Show stars looked at the gun that fell to the carpet and laughed together.
Xia Tian bent down to pick it up and said to Bai Jingan, “You can’t always overdose like this. It’ll get you killed.”
“I’ll be fine,” Bai Jingan said.
Xia Tian shook his head, handed the gun to him, and the man put it back in his pocket.
Xia Tian pulled out firearms and magazines from the back seat and counted them with Bai Jingan while listening to the man talk about what happened after they had separated. And the plan for the future.
After checking the number and type of weapons, Xia Tian began searching the storage compartments.
“What’s wrong?” Bai Jingan asked.
“I’m hungry,” Xia Tian said.
Bai Jingan helped him search and finally found a slightly melted fruit candy, which he handed to the hungry man. Xia Tian tore open the packaging and ate it, smiling at Bai Jingan.
Bai Jingan watched him as a truck passed by, illuminating the surroundings for a moment.
The gloom, anger, and pain all dissipated in this brightness. He was still driving, fleeing from the nightmare but at that very moment, everything seemed to be fine.
