Man on the ark, forced to become king

That's... a Sarkaz?

She instinctively wanted to attack, but before she could even raise her sword, she was blinded by a sudden burst of dazzling fire.

"The blond one, with dual swords, should be Dasmi. And the one opposite him, with white hair and a dagger... the White Wolf Assassin?"

W muttered the information he had received from Lin Lu before coming, feeling that the two matched perfectly and there should be no mistake.

However, since there were no concrete photos, she couldn't be completely certain.

According to the intelligence report, Dassim was protecting the White Wolf assassin. Why were the two of them fighting so fiercely?

After a moment's thought, she decided to separate the two guys who were fighting as if they were going to die together, and then check again.

No matter what, she couldn't just watch one of the mission targets die right in front of her, could she?

"Sorry, my methods might be a bit harsh. I hope you can handle it. You all seem pretty resilient, so it should be fine, right?"

The mercenary girl muttered to herself, but she showed no mercy. Orange-red flames burst forth, condensing into a huge fireball, which she hurled at the two who were locked in combat.

Chapter Twelve: Texas in the Train Car

If your mission objective is to protect two people, what do you do if you arrive at the scene to find them locked in a fierce fight?

The best course of action would be to first separate the mission objectives, then explain one's own purpose, and try to resolve any conflict between the two sides to ensure the mission can proceed smoothly.

W had the same idea, except that her method of quelling the battle was a tiny bit more intense—as long as everyone was blown away, the battle would naturally stop.

No one can expect a mercenary who spends all day on the battlefield to be gentle. In fact, a fireball the size of a washbasin is already considered 'gentle'. If it were an enemy, the fireball would have to be several times larger, and a bomb would be thrown at the same time.

boom! !

A burst of red light erupted, and scorching heat mixed with terrifying flames erupted instantly. The agile werewolf girl was the first to react. She stepped on the spine of the blade that was slashing at her with her boots, and with a light somersault, she dodged the fireball that was smashing down from behind. She was like a kite flying in the air, and used the impact of the explosion to retreat several meters away.

Using leverage and neutralizing force are essential hunting techniques that must be mastered.

Such a brutal and aimless attack would not touch the werewolf hunters walking in the shadows.

In contrast, Dassimus was in a much worse state.

He only regained consciousness as the fireball approached, but it was too late.

This is the price of not being able to control the surge in power. He couldn't control every bit of his power as skillfully as a werewolf hunter, and his reaction was a beat slower. As a result, he took the full force of the fireball explosion, was blasted backward, rolled several times on the ground, and was extremely disheveled.

However, thanks to the blessing of the Golden Tree, which enhances physical fitness and recovery ability, he will not die; at most, he will suffer some physical pain.

"If I were you, I wouldn't move around."

Click~

The gun, decorated with grotesquely funny bomb faces, was cocked with a mechanical click as it closed. W wore a chilling, eerie smile as the flame flickered between her fingertips before quietly extinguishing.

pat~

A cube-shaped bomb with a red glowing shell was casually tossed on the ground. The mercenary girl holding the gun stepped on the bomb, blinked, and said playfully, "Be careful, this little cutie has been spiked. It's powerful enough to blow half a street into the sky."

"I'm in a good mood today, so you guys are just unlucky... Of course, you can try to get as far away as possible before this thing explodes, but I don't recommend it."

Immediately, both Dassimi, who had just gotten up from the ground, and the werewolf hunters who had hidden to the side stopped what they were doing, staring at the beeping bomb and falling silent.

Gollum~

Lappland, who was furthest away, couldn't help but swallow, feeling that this world, which was originally very familiar, had suddenly become very magical.

She really wanted to say, first of all, I haven't provoked any of you...

What a thing!

Being relentlessly hunted for over half a month for killing someone was bad enough, but the helper he encountered was a madman and pervert who believed in crab legs. After finally escaping, he ran into an even stranger guy and was humiliated again by being touched and smelled.

And now another mentally ill person has popped up who kicks bombs like balls?

Who's the madman here?!

Compared to these guys, she's practically normal!

For the first time, the notoriously mad Miss White Wolf felt that the world was so treacherous that it was so difficult to find someone who wasn't mentally ill.

"We should have no conflict with the Sarkaz."

After a moment of silence, Dasmi spoke first. He wanted to quietly retreat, but the ambiguous smile in Dasmi's eyes sent a chill down his spine, and he quickly stopped in his tracks.

"If you have any requests, we can all sit down. There's no need to resort to such drastic measures as Originium bombs."

"..."

Red the Werewolf didn't speak, his gaze still fixed on Dassim, not even glancing at the bomb.

She didn't actually care about bombs; she simply didn't want to give up her prey.

The wolf must be killed; she is waiting for her chance.

"Indeed, we have no past grievances or recent feuds. If the occasion were different, we might even have the opportunity to cooperate."

W smiled sweetly; it would have been even better if she hadn't been standing on a bomb.

"Your hair and tail are gold, you use twin swords as weapons, and your position is correct. Now you can answer me, are you Dasmi?"

"……it's me."

Dassim was a little confused about what this Sarkaz woman, who seemed to have some mental issues, was trying to do, but out of caution, he still answered her question.

After all, if possible, he didn't want to let an Originium bomb explode on his territory for no reason. The thing might not kill him, but the subsequent impact could affect his image in the eyes of the Luches family's higher-ups—such dangerous items are strictly prohibited even in the competition between gangs.

Especially a bomb that big, how did this woman manage to get it into the city?

If such a large Originium bomb were to actually explode, it could blow up half a street. The Originium dust and radiation that spread out might even cause many people to contract Oripathy. Those high-ranking figures wouldn't care about any reasons; they would just arrest the administrators of this territory and give them a good dressing down.

"It's good that it's you. Don't be afraid. I already said I'm in a good mood today."

Under the horrified gazes of Darcy and Lappland, W deftly kicked the bomb off the ground with his toe, catching it in his hand as if it were a harmless plush toy.

"The boss gave me a mission, so I'm here to protect you. Um, and that White Wolf assassin over there, you two are both within my mission scope, so, give me some face and don't fight, okay?"

Protect me? Do you have some misunderstanding about the word "protect"?

Dassim felt frustrated and suppressed his urge to complain. Just as he was about to ask which boss had issued the mission, he saw a glint of gold appear in the mercenary's wine-red eyes, and a familiar aura appeared in his senses.

That is! The power of grace?!

That’s right!

This is the one power he will never mistake!

Moreover, judging from his aura, the blessing he received was far greater than that he received!

Boss... Boss... Protect him and the White Wolf assassin...

He understands! He completely understands! This must be an envoy sent by that lord; his efforts have been seen by the lord!

This isn't madness, this is clearly his bright future! He's got a golden opportunity!

It's just an Originium bomb, isn't it?

Explode! Explode as much as you like! Explode however you want, as long as that person is happy!

"My lord! Please forgive my rudeness!"

Dasmi, trembling with excitement, knelt on one knee with an almost pilgrimage-like devotion, a sight that startled even W.

call out!

The moment he knelt down, the wolf hunter who had been lurking finally seized the opportunity. His petite body burst forth with a speed imperceptible to the naked eye as he raised his dagger and pounced on his prey.

Ding!

The dark blade was intercepted in mid-air by another tactical dagger. W narrowed his eyes slightly, a dangerous smile playing on his lips, and stood between the wolf and the werewolf hunter, mouthing a silent gesture.

'BOOM'

Flames erupted from her wrist, burning a section of her sleeve and tactical glove to ashes. The flames spread along the point where the blades intersected, reaching Red's hand. In the instant Red was distracted and threw off her glove, a loaded gun was already pressed against her lower abdomen.

The immense impact exploded right against her clothes, and in that split second, Red displayed incredible flexibility, twisting her waist and abdomen in an unbelievable way, allowing the bullet to graz her abdomen, leaving a charred scar.

"Not bad, you've got some skills. No wonder you're the White Wolf assassin who commands a high price on the black market."

W dropped the gun in his hand, grabbed Red's wrist holding the knife with one hand, and used his elbow to press against her neck. The two bodies pressed together, and dazzling flashes of fire pierced through the gaps in their clothes and climbed onto Red's body.

"However, you'd better behave yourself, you little wolf cub."

"It's so...hot."

Red tried hard to break free, but without the bloodline suppression ability against the Lupo special attack, her strength was actually inferior to W's. Once she was subdued first, she had no way to escape immediately.

She didn't understand why this woman was hitting her or stopping her hunt. She only felt a burning sensation erupt from within her body, draining all her strength and leaving her completely weak.

The evil god's flames that burn life are no joke; if W hadn't intentionally controlled them, just a little bit would have been enough to evaporate an adult from this world.

"Hehehehehe, don't make things difficult for me, you little wolf cub. If I'm in a bad mood, I really might kill you~"

W licked his lips, chuckled, and then suddenly remembered something, turning his head to look at the street not far away.

"Hey you over there, which side are you from?"

"Ah I?"

Lappland was stunned. She opened her mouth, wanting to say that if she wasn't mistaken, she was the one with the bounty on her head, the White Wolf assassin.