Crowning the SSS Guide

Chapter 60 Violent
The cold sword blade reflected the equally sharp light golden eyes, and Xiguang stepped forward with the sword in hand.

The sword blade collided with the oncoming vine, making a crisp "clang" sound.

On the other side, Xiguang's figure appeared out of nowhere beside Zhong He and stopped the vines that were attacking him.

Is it a copy?
Fu Guang put on his tactical goggles again, his eyes fixed on every move of the sixth sentry.

Zhong He's figure appeared one after another, and the "Xi Guang" copied behind him swung his sword one after another to block the vines, and his moves were exactly the same as Xi Guang's own.

If it was a replica of a moment, only the moves used by Xiguang would be used, but he would continue to deduce?
There are really all kinds of supernatural powers.

Continuing to deduce, it can be considered a prediction of time, and theoretically speaking, the time ability has no solution in most situations.

Fu Guang's mind was amplified by the danger level of Zhong He. A high-ranking sentinel, one who could predict your next move, was only ranked sixth.

Fu Guang looked at Qing Feng. What kind of strength does the fifth guide have?

The sound waves spread out and turned into a vivid blue bird, dragging a long blue tail, flying around the sentry.

From time to time, they would make a "chirp" sound at the same time, and Xiguang and Zhonghe's movements would inexplicably become synchronized at that time, and their fighting styles would become more violent.

Thinking back to the few times Qingfeng and I had met, the man's mental suggestion was superb. He must have been trying to minimize the sentry's pain so that the sentry would not be afraid of the pain and would give it a try.

The blood-sucking vine was attacked from both inside and outside. While dealing with the attacks from the sentinels outside, it also had to deal with the small blue flowers heading towards its core.

It became more and more violent, blood gushing out from its core and flowing onto its branches. The red vines exposed on the outside also became brighter, and a red mist spread from it.

The area was gradually filled with the bounding barrier, and the tactical mirror on Fu Guang's face seemed to melt, and red dots kept jumping on her screen.

But after a while, the screen was full of red dots and the situation ahead could no longer be seen clearly.

She had to take off her tactical goggles again.

"What's wrong?" Fu Guang asked Qingfeng, who was holding the jade flute tightly, his eyes tense, as if facing a great enemy.

"Violent." Qing Feng said.

Fu Guang recalled the knowledge about the alien species' violence.

Rage is an ability that only A-level and above alien species have, and it is more like a tactic of destroying both oneself and the enemy.

The weakness of this move is that it requires the source of energy to flow throughout the body, and it takes a long time to accumulate power. The solution is also very simple, just break its accumulation of power.

The violent blood-sucking vine is rare in the interstellar space because it can survive on a drop of blood and there is no need to consume its essence. If it cannot be defeated, it will turn into a seed and hide in the ground.

At worst, it will float in space. Even if it is found by humans, what good will it do? How can the ephemeral lifespan of humans compare to that of the immortal blood-sucking vine?
One day, it will see the light of day again. As long as its origin is not destroyed, a drop of blood can restore its past glory.

So everyone present couldn't understand why the blood-sucking vine suddenly went berserk?
The huge blue bird in the sky flapped its wings and flew through the clouds, and the sentinel's body was also burning with the power of origin.

Zhong He turned and moved to an open area. A plant that looked very similar to the blood-sucking vine appeared in the constant fluctuation of space. Blood mixed with sweat on his face dripped down his chin.

Copying the S-level blood-sucking vine was a huge challenge for him. The continuous output of mental power also caused great damage to his mental picture.

But, it's not enough.

It is impossible for him to replicate the power of the blood-sucking vine now, let alone the blood-sucking vine in a violent state.

Is this planet doomed to destruction? This galaxy is the core of the Federation, and the war is raging on the front. If the core is destroyed, with external and internal troubles, is humanity doomed to lose to the alien species?
Xiguang spread his six wings, glanced at the guide behind him, and his golden eyes moved slightly.

According to the Federal White Tower Law, the guard sentinels must unconditionally put the safety of the guide first.

As a sentinel, he must protect the guide's life. However, once the bloodthirsty vine breaks out, no one will survive.

His speed is not slow among S-class ones, so sending the guide out of the galaxy and then returning to the battlefield can be considered as fulfilling his promise.

Despite this, he was despised by both the guide and the sentry. To the guide, he was an irresponsible guarding sentry, and to the sentry, he was a soldier who escaped from the battlefield.

It turns out that it’s hard to have everything in this world. Is this what it feels like?
He wanted to fly to Fu Guang's side, wanting to send the guide away from here before he went berserk.

In just a short moment, everyone was thinking about a thousand things.

Fu Guang didn't know what they were thinking. The S-level blood-sucking vine itself could destroy a planet, and it would be even easier to destroy a galaxy when in a violent state.

We can’t let it go on like this, Fu Guang thought quickly.

"Stop!" she shouted sternly, and her mental power was sent to the blood-sucking vine like a tide.

The girl's voice was not loud, but even before she spoke, her mental power had already spread extremely quickly to the blood-sucking vine.

The moment she finished speaking, the red mist paused.

Xiaolan received the message from "Mother" and instinctively obeyed the order. At the same time, it was in the core of the blood-sucking vine and suddenly suppressed the origin of the blood-sucking vine.

"Stop!" Little Blue Flower said to the blood-sucking vine at the same time.

The vines of the blood-sucking vine were baring their fangs and claws, but it didn't want to die, and the situation was not yet irreversible.

It watched the little blue flower retreat to the place they had agreed on at the beginning, far away from the core of the two.

It felt that the blonde girl was its true enemy. It was all her fault! It was all her!

Fu Guang felt a strong, sticky, malicious gaze enveloping her from all directions. The gaze was ugly and carried the malice of wanting to eat her flesh and drink her blood.

Qing Feng's mental power noticed that something was wrong with Fu Guang. He raised his hand and released a green shield to cover Fu Guang.

Although his vision was blocked, Fu Guang suddenly felt sleepy. His eyelids kept closing and he yawned continuously.

Soft green branches grew from the ground, just as tall as she was, and were very springy, perfect for leaning on to serve as a bed.

The smell of green grass swirled around his nose, along with the aroma of the tea that Qingfeng usually loved to drink.

The beautiful call of the bluebird lingers in my ears, like a lullaby, echoing in my spiritual picture.

She was so sleepy that she forced herself to open her eyes, and the red mist became a little lighter.

It should be impossible to go berserk.

She couldn't help but raise and lower her head, nodding continuously.

The desire to sleep, but the awareness that she couldn't sleep because she was still in danger, kept colliding in her mind.

She kept yawning, tears gradually filling her eyes and flowing down the corners of her eyes.

A blue bird slightly larger than her landed in front of her, its beautiful wings appearing in her hazy vision.

The cyan wings rose above her head, gently pushing her under the soft down feathers, and then closed again.

Fu Guang's eyes went dark. He leaned back on the comfortable, soft down feathers with a faint scent of tea, and closed his eyes uncontrollably.

(End of this chapter)