Unusual Fate Records

Chapter 332. The Destitute (Part 024)

The aura of the destiny phrase "Tiger Breaks the Realm" emanated from the woman.

In an instant, golden light shone brightly, and the female clan leader was as majestic as a Valkyrie. With each sweep of her blade, a servant of the night was cut down.

The woman wielded a long spear, her movements as steady as a rock yet as swift as lightning. Her golden blade swept across the battlefield, slashing east and west, instantly scattering the female warriors who charged at her with reckless abandon like pieces of paper.

"Philles," wary of attacks from other Night Clan members, growled to remind Heart Tiger to take Yamo away.

The tiger understood, hoisted the dazed girl onto its back, and then leaped up, ready to run away.

"Wait!" The girl suddenly snapped out of her reverie and looked at her mother with a wistful expression.

Xinhu had already carried her on his back and started walking.

“Mother!” she cried out.

The woman's face contorted with rage, and more and more of the Night Servants rolled their eyes back, letting out low growls that were difficult to decipher, their iron weapons locked in a stalemate with the woman's golden spear.

She suddenly mustered her strength, kicked the servant in front of her, spun around and swept away the attacking enemy, her face resolute.

Heart Tiger had already carried the girl far away. The Night Clan members with bat-like wings stared intently in the direction the girl had fled, and one after another they leaped into the air.

Suddenly, streaks of golden light flew from the ground.

The Night Clan had to come to an abrupt halt in mid-air, glaring hatefully at the woman struggling to her death on the ground, who still had the strength to hold them back.

“Damn it, she ruined our plans again. I really want to twist her head off and use it as a wine glass,” said a member of the Night Clan with slicked-back hair.

A silver-haired member of the Night Clan rolled up his white gloves, wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, and said, "If we catch this woman, she'll definitely come back."

“That’s true.” The gazes of the other Night Clan members also gradually turned cold.

"I'm also curious, is the blood of the female clan leader sweeter?"

Having said that, they swooped down like eagles and quickly joined the battle.

An hour later.

The shadowy figure leaped continuously past the Amazon's strongest female warrior, her eyes filled with apprehension.

Almost all the mercenaries were wiped out in this battle, and even the Night Servant who was temporarily bitten could hardly be found intact.

The woman wielded a two-meter-long golden spear with one hand. Her left arm was severed; she had decisively cut it off herself when she was bitten by the Night Clan.

The toxins in the canines of the Night Clan are the most terrifying enemy.

Even though the woman was already at her last gasp, the few surviving members of the Night Clan did not act rashly.

The woman's body was covered in dense muscles, every inch of which had been squeezed dry. Her most loyal companion, the fearless tiger "Philles," was also exhausted. The magnificent tiger's body was being devoured by the servants of the night, who, disregarding the fact that its fur was sticky, frantically sucked its blood, revealing its blood-red ribs.

This brief respite was eerily quiet.

The moonlight on the horizon shed its thin veil of clouds, revealing a gentle radiance that reflected in the water.

The woman's eyes welled up slightly, and she tilted her head back without making any further movements.

Above the crescent moon, it seemed as if a shy young girl smiled and softly called out "Mother" to her, then revealed a coquettish expression and reached out her arms to hug her.

She wanted to reach out, but found that her left arm had only a flat wound with bone showing in the middle, and her right arm was tightly gripping the spear, unable to receive an embrace.

It seems like I can't see you grow up, Yamo.

The poison in his ribs had begun to spread, and the Night Clan only needed to wait to gain a powerful servant.

Her eyes opened and closed intermittently, as if she were drowsy.

Now, all she is waiting for is the dawn, the holy light that cleanses everything, which can free her soul from darkness.

But time waits for no one.

When the virus invades the brain, mania and bloodlust spread uncontrollably, and reason and memory are gradually covered by blood.

Is this what alienation feels like...?

Something was churning inside her, rampaging through her blood vessels, making her body feel like it was being burned alive, yet her face was deathly pale.

Its hands and feet began to disobey its commands, as if sharp claws were about to grow out, its knuckles swelled, and it always wanted to find something to tear apart.

Her throat began to dry, and she needed something to soothe it. The smell of blood in the wind told her the answer. Just smelling that scent made her drool uncontrollably drip from the corners of her mouth.

It's as if taking a bite makes every cell in your body tremble with happiness, placing you on a cloud and making you forget the troubles of battle.

"Clang."

The long blade fell to the ground, and the burly woman slowly raised her head. Through her blood-stained face, her white eyes slowly opened.

Soon, her canine teeth appeared at the corners of her lips.

The powerful roar of the beast startled the forest birds into flight.

……

Beneath the layers of clothing, golden cracks lit up like breathing lights, then slowly went out.

The cracked skin is no longer soft, and the wounds gradually scab over from the previous ulceration, hardening into black keratin.

The woman covered her heart with her hand; her chest felt like a scorching furnace, the burning heat traveling from her heart to her palms, causing her to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Chen Ruolan was pale and stood protectively by Qi Tongshan's side, struggling to stay upright.

"Are you alright?" Qi Tongshan couldn't help but ask. "Should I take you to the hospital?"

"It's okay. There are always a few days every month when my body reminds me that I am just a delicate and fragile woman."

Chen Ruolan's face was scrunched up like an orange peel, her eyes were tightly closed, and she would occasionally open them, revealing a look of melancholy through her slits, as she explained in a weak tone.

"Is your relative living in your heart now?" Qi Tongshan glanced at the woman's hand covering her upper body, his face full of disdain. "Can't you come up with a different excuse?"

"No need." Chen Ruolan made a laughing face, but didn't laugh out loud. She just took a breath and said, "It's an old problem, it's just that it hasn't flared up in a long time."

"I've never heard you mention that before," Qi Tongshan asked, puzzled.

"Ha." Chen Ruolan chuckled. "I didn't tell anyone, and Yan Wuxun and the others don't know either."

Chen Ruolan grew angrier the more she thought about it. She sniffed and revealed a ferocious expression: "Damn it, I've been cured for so many years, why do I still get sick again!"

She had just finished cursing when suddenly, a "clanging" sound, a long metallic ringing, filled her mind.

Chen Ruolan's face turned deathly pale again.

In a fleeting hallucination, she seemed to leap from a high wall, riding the wind and sand, bathed in the glow of the sunset. Her vision was hazy, and she held some unknown weapon in her hand, pointing it at the person kneeling on the ground.

She covered her forehead, using the molten gold spear to support herself and keep standing. She opened her eyes with difficulty, looked up blankly, and the surrounding park, rattan chairs, and cobblestone paths became clear again.

"What exactly is wrong with you? It's so serious!" Qi Tongshan asked anxiously.

"I don't know..." Chen Ruolan narrowed her eyes slightly, and that scene reappeared before her eyes.

It seemed to be under the morning glow, in the vast desert, with sand stretching as far as the eye could see. A frail girl, covered in blood, kowtowed repeatedly to her, speaking in a language she couldn't understand.

The girl looked up, her face covered in tears, revealing a delicate face of Middle Eastern descent. Though disheveled, she evoked pity.

Sorry, I was busy learning to drive the other day and couldn't update. I'll have to update more frequently to catch up later.

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(End of this chapter)