Crowning the SSS Guide

Chapter 27 The Dead Return
Aokiji fumbled around in his arms for a while, and took out something from the lining of his clothes. He opened his rough, dark hand, and found a clear crystal stone, no bigger than the nail of his little finger.

It sparkles with colorful colors under the sunlight.

"Scum." Wen Ya's face changed slightly. Her mental power swept out, causing a gust of wind and waves, and the sentry was thrown onto a huge rock.

Everyone's hair was raised to cover their gloomy faces.

The sentry's eyes, ears, nose and mouth were drowned in blood, but his eyes still had substance as he stared at the beautiful crystal. His body twitched and his mouth and nose made a rumbling sound like a broken windmill.

Wen Ya took the small crystal in her hand and wrapped around its inconspicuous edges.

The edges were not obvious, but they were like a sharp nail, piercing her heart.

This rare crystal stone has a rather classical name, called "Fengchun".

It means that a dead tree comes back to life in spring. It is the source of life that the guide condensed long ago at the cost of all his mental energy and even his life.

It is rich in purifying power and vitality.

It is the second life that the guide gives to the sentinel, a unique gift.

The sentinels' reactions were more intense than those of the two guides. Their eyes were red and murderous intent was evident.

A lucky guy who was favored by the guide turned out to be a scumbag.

Fu Guang didn't feel much because she knew little about these whistle knowledge that was not well known to the public.

She just felt that there was something wrong with the dying sentinel's aura. The sentinels and guides around her seemed to be caught up in their own emotions, and their mental strength was fluctuating violently.

Fu Guang had been using his mental power to warn his surroundings, and was caught off guard by a lot of noisy information.

People's thoughts turn almost a thousand times a second, and it feels like there are hundreds of birds in their heads, chirping and thinking.

"Sentinel, damn it."

"die."

"It's unbelievable that someone could be pitied by a guide. Hahahaha."

Wen Li, who had not yet differentiated but also possessed a keen sense of guidance, had her fragile mental power swept by multiple powerful mental powers. She covered her head and felt dizzy, and the table in front of her was in the sky in an instant.

No, if this goes on, Wen Li will become brain dead.

Fu Guang noticed that the little girl's condition was obviously not right. Her mental power was not limited to this. It was like an iceberg in the sea with only a tip exposed. When the sound waves hit the iceberg, she would not be hurt.

But Wen Li is different. Her mental power is like a fragile silk thread, and the sound waves are like sharp blades that can easily cut the silk thread.

Mental power is powerful but fragile. A person whose mental power is destroyed will not die physically, but his consciousness will have already died.

Fu Guang knocked Wen Li unconscious with a knife and put the light bead that Wen Ya gave her into Wen Li's hand.

Before she could wake the others, several dark green branches rose from the ground, and the floor shattered in an instant, with smoke and dust flying.

Fu Guang only had time to support Wen Li and took a few steps back to get away from the flying branches. The smoke and dust were scattered everywhere, and she had no way of observing it with her naked eyes.

The flying dust made people cough uncontrollably. Fu Guang covered his mouth tightly, but still made a heavy muffled sound.

Every time Fu Guang moved, he had to change his position, which exposed him and made him easily discovered and attacked by the enemy.

As she was thinking, she suddenly felt a tightening force around her waist, and a white fluffy tail pulled her away from the place where she was attacked by branches. She tightened her arms around Wen Li.

When she reached the place, she took a few steps back due to inertia and fell backwards. She felt the tail around her waist getting bigger and she fell into the soft white fluff.

"Be careful."

Shang Ze appeared in front of her and stretched out his hand to help her. Fu Guang blinked and handed the sleeping Wen Li in his arms to him.

The hand paused for a moment, then picked up the little girl Wenli.

Fu Guang stood up from the furry encirclement. The huge white fox, which was three meters tall, lowered its head and gently nudged her with the tip of its nose, whimpering.

In fact, everyone was stunned for only three seconds before the change was over.

Shang Ze did not participate in the battle. He stood outside the battlefield and told Fu Guang some common sense of combat, or the unspoken rules among the sentinels.

"A Sentinel's transformation into a different species will at least elevate him to a higher level than when he was alive."

"Generally speaking, the abilities of aliens are higher than those of sentinels of the same level."

Silver blade light flashed across the dusty battlefield, and the roar of monsters, the crackling sound of the floor and the sharp sound of the blade passing through were intertwined.

"A team encounters a few alien species, and those with matching levels take action." "On the one hand, it is a training for the Sentinels, and on the other hand, it maximizes their combat effectiveness."

He pointed to the ten-meter-tall giant tree in front of him, "This tree is A-level+ in strength. Ordinary A-levels may not be able to defeat it."

Bai Gao was not the only one on the battlefield. There were also the sentries brought by Wen Ya. Their cooperation was not smooth, which even hindered Bai Gao.

The sentry's eyes are very sharp and nothing can stop them from seeing a speck of dust. Bai Gao's fighting style is always reckless and sometimes he even hurts himself and his teammates. When he gets ruthless, he can't tell friend from foe.

Shang Ze glanced at Fu Guang obscurely. Bai Gao probably wanted to perform well in front of the guide, otherwise those sentries would not have been unscathed.

He snorted softly, what a brat.

"As for judging the level of the alien species, we can only rely on experience. Instruments can sometimes make mistakes."

He changed the subject and talked about the guide.

"The guide is responsible for coordinating the battlefield, or logistics, treatment, and purification."

Not far away, Wen Ya stood with her arms folded, her face gloomy, followed by her sentinels.

She faced the battlefield, shrouded in golden light, like a luminous angel. Her mental strength supported a golden barrier surrounding a thousand meters, preventing any casualties within the city.

She seemed to have heard what was said, restrained her facial expression, turned around and nodded to Fu Guang.

"The rest of the team will maintain combat readiness, respond to any potential crises, and intervene when teammates are not in good shape, ensuring that the team remains healthy to the greatest extent possible."

"But the premise is that there is no captain in command. Everything is under the captain's command."

Shang Ze said this and winked at Fu Guang.

"The most important thing is that the guide's safety comes first." The boy's voice was like the snap of a bamboo, emerging clearly from the smoke.

The sound was heard but no one was seen. A thin young man's figure gradually emerged from the smoke, and the sharp blade in his hand reflected a cold and sharp edge.

Gradually approaching, Bai Gao shook the high ponytail behind him, and he made a knife flower neatly, and with a wave of his hand, the silver knife disappeared.

The giant tree about ten meters behind him slowly shattered. Just before it collapsed, a golden barrier surged over and wrapped and compressed it.

Eventually it becomes a small willow tree.

"Fu Guang." Wen Ya walked to the willow tree and called Fu Guang.

"Mobilize your spiritual power to purify the humans who are lost in desire."

The gentle voice was as soft as the early morning sun.

“Let the deceased rest in peace and let the living take warning.”

No matter who you are, the world dies the moment you stop breathing, but the sin never disappears and is still remembered by the living.

Fu Guang stood still. In just four hours, she witnessed the collapse of the conspiracy and the demise of a vibrant life. Suddenly, she remembered the saying, "The living are just passing by, and the dead are returning home."

The girls closed their eyes devoutly, and the golden and blue lights flickered and echoed with each other.

Beneath the purifying light were silent screams.

Black gas rose from the hideous willow tree. The sun was still high in the sky, shining on all directions. The black gas turned into ashes and was blown away by the wind.

Living towards death is a journey that everyone is born into, but the scenery of the journey depends on oneself.

Fu Guang, have you figured out how you want to spend your life? she asked herself.

The fluctuations in the mental picture gradually became clearer, and the fleeting images made everyone open their eyes wide.

　Imitating the Ancients No. 9

　　Don Li Bai

　　The living are passers-by, and the dead are returnees.

　　Heaven and earth have gone against each other, sharing the same sorrow for eternity.

　　The moon rabbit is pounding medicine in vain, while the Fusang tree has become firewood.

　　The white bones are silent, and the green pines know nothing of spring.

　　I sighed again and again, what is the point of superficial glory?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)