Man on the ark, forced to become king

With a crisp snap of the girl's fingers, flames erupted, engulfing Norman completely.

"Are you going to touch our people?"

Staring intently at the smoke and dust from the explosion, W waved her hand and threw out several fist-sized grenades again. A burning fireball materialized in her palm and was hurled towards the center of the explosion.

Fire Prayer - Throw Fire!

In an instant, sand and stones flew through the streets, and deafening explosions rang out one after another, shaking the air and creating visible ripples. When the flames subsided, a huge crater had been blasted into the flat ground, and a charred humanoid figure knelt on the ground, its body trembling and covered with bright red cracks.

"Holy crap, he's still alive?"

W was genuinely shocked when she saw the charred humanoid figure. It was the first time she had ever seen such a tough person, someone who could still breathe after taking two Originium bombs and seven grenades to the face.

Moreover, his wound was still healing?

What kind of monster is this?

"enough!"

The charred skin scabbed over and peeled off, the wounds healed, and the figure shakily stood up from the ground. The only remaining eye opened, revealing a beast-like vertical pupil. The clothes on the body were of excellent quality, remaining relatively intact despite having been hit by so many bombs, and could still be barely hung on the body.

The mask that was originally on his face was gone. Norman's chest heaved violently, and his vertical pupils were fixed on the mercenary girl not far away. The flesh on his face seemed to melt and deform, and his head stretched and changed. Dense hairs emerged from under his skin. In the blink of an eye, the head that was originally human turned into the head of a wolf with gray and white fur.

At the same time, his back bent slightly, his muscular body swelled up, and he tumbled around several times, tearing his tattered clothes to reveal the rapidly growing hair underneath.

In less than a minute, a giant wolf with a humanoid body appeared on the street, opening its blood-red maw and roaring furiously.

"Ow!!!"

"Your name is NM!"

If it were someone else, they might have given him a chance to show his face after transforming, but W didn't care about that. She was a complete pragmatist and didn't care at all whether or not she was ambushed.

This is a battlefield where you have to live or die, who cares if you transform or not?

The moment the giant wolf roared, a brick-sized Originium bomb was hurled directly at its open mouth, followed by raging flames!

Chapter Eighteen: Artillery Fire Falls from the Sky

"Cough, Lappland? You—"

"Stop talking nonsense. If you can still move, get up quickly, we're in big trouble."

The strange longsword with a hilt resembling a protractor cleaved through the crossbow bolts. Lappland's eyes darted around as she dragged Texas to the ruins of a nearby building, using a half-collapsed wall as a barrier. She frowned and looked toward the end of the street, her silver-white wolf ears twitching slightly.

Wolves have very keen hearing. She could hear the chaotic footsteps coming from afar. There were many people, and they were getting closer and closer. Considering that this was the Lucchese family's private property, it was obvious who the people coming were—the Lucchese family's patrol team had probably surrounded the street from both sides and completely sealed off the block.

She hadn't seen clearly who had just injured Texas, but the patrol arrived so quickly, and considering the crossbowmen who had attacked them, it was clear that the person must hold a high position in the Lucchese family. To be an enemy of the Lucchese family in this city was truly stirring up a hornet's nest.

Even a fool could guess what kind of situation awaited them next; it was far more serious than her being hunted down by a group of family members.

The small family's pursuit was nothing more than sending small groups of troops to keep up with them. But the Lucches family was different—they were a top family with considerable status in Syracuse. In this city, they had detailed plans of the entire city and could mobilize thousands of elite troops to sweep through the whole city. They could easily block off any place they wanted to block off, including the most secret corners that ordinary people would not know.

As long as someone remains in this city, no one can escape their search.

Moreover, the members of the powerful families are far superior to those of the second-rate families in terms of both strength and equipment.

Faced with such a dire situation, Lappland couldn't even muster the mood for reminiscing; her mind raced as she tried to find a way to escape.

But after thinking it over, it seemed that they couldn't do anything except force their way out. Even though Dassim was a squad leader of the Lucchese family, he couldn't come to their aid in front of everyone.

So, can they force their way out?

After assessing her own strength, Lappland felt the chances were slim; at least, she and Texas couldn't do it, though that woman who liked to play with bombs might be able to.

"Texas, what have you done? Why are you suddenly fighting with the Lucchese family in the street? Don't you know where you are?"

Normally, she would be very happy to see Texas Lappland and say something to her, but in this situation, it's really hard for her to be happy.

How can someone be happy when they're about to die?

"Would you believe me if I said I didn't do anything? That guy suddenly went crazy and attacked me."

Texas was also helpless when she heard Lappland's question; she was truly innocent.

Having spent a fortune traveling from Lungmen back to Syracuse, her original plan was to conceal her appearance, find a place to stay, gather information, and try to find Lappland without alerting anyone, and then figure out a way to get her out of there.

Unexpectedly, she was immediately targeted as soon as she entered the city. Norman, that madman, not only recognized her even though she was completely covered up except for her eyes, but also suddenly attacked her like a madman, yelling that he wanted some dessert and rushing at her, hitting her wildly. If it weren't for the leaf that Lin Lu gave her that came in time, she might be lying on the ground at his mercy right now.

Isn't this a complete disaster that just fell from the sky?

She's not stupid. Why would she deliberately expose her identity in the city and attack the Lucchese family? Does she want to die even faster?

"Alright, that's not important. What's important is that we need to think about how to escape."

With her white hair swaying, Lappland peeked out from behind the wall, and immediately a crossbow bolt shot out, making the white wolf even more agitated.

She didn't care; a few crossbowmen weren't enough to trap her here. But Texas was different. She had just been beaten to a pulp and was in no condition to fight again anytime soon.

If it were just her, she could probably avoid the crossbow bolts and find a way to break through, but with Texas in tow, there was no way. She wasn't at the point where she could carry an incapacitated wounded person and still break through the encirclement. If the two of them went out together, there would probably be no other outcome than dying together.

The mercenary who handles bombs can't be relied on now either. She's busy fighting with that mutated, atavistic wolf and seems to be tied up for the time being. It's uncertain whether she can even escape.

'If Texas hadn't been injured, the two of them working together might have had a chance.'

Sighing inwardly, Lappland shrank back behind the wall and turned to look to the side, only to see that Texas, who had been lying on the ground just moments before, had somehow gotten up, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin behind her trench coat, which had been torn in three places.

Wait, skin?

The white wolf stood there, stunned, rubbing his eyes in disbelief to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

The person is still the same person, and the clothes are still the same clothes, but... what about the wound? What about such a serious wound?

When she was rescuing Texas, she clearly saw that Texas had been clawed in the back, with the bone showing. How come she looks perfectly fine now?

The tear in the back of the clothes was still there, proving that she hadn't misread it, but the healing efficiency... even medical Originium Arts wouldn't be this efficient, right?

Besides, there are only the two of them here right now, so where would you find a doctor who knows how to use Originium Arts?

If it was Texas herself who used it... putting aside the question of whether she knew how to use it, even if she had just learned it, she didn't sense any energy fluctuations from Originium Arts.

“The wound has healed; we can try to break through.”

Texas didn't explain much, because she was also completely bewildered and didn't understand what was wrong with her body, how it had suddenly become so much stronger, and how it had such a powerful self-healing ability.

We can study that later; the most crucial issue right now is how to escape from here.

"That woman is your new companion? A Sarkaz, quite strong. With her around, we can try to break through the encirclement and leave this place directly. It's not far from the border."

"She's not my companion; she might be yours."

Lappland squinted, observing closely, and finally noticed Texas's anomaly—her eyes were covered with a layer of brilliant gold, making them look like... Dasmi's eyes.

She had seen it with her own eyes; when Dasmi used his power, his eyes would also turn this golden color, only much darker and less striking.

Then things are simple.

The information revealed in the conversation between the mercenary and Dasmi suggests that they are definitely in cahoots. Texas's eyes have also changed to look exactly like theirs, so they might actually be allies.

No, why is she still guessing here?

Didn't Dassim have already said that he and Texas were both subordinates of 'that person'? Isn't it obvious that the three of them belong to the same camp?

The only thing that comforted her was that Texas was still pretty normal for now and hadn't turned into a madman like Dasmi.

"What crazy nonsense are you talking about?"

Texas glanced at her indifferently, wondering what was wrong with her now, and that this wasn't the time to dwell on such things.

"Anyway, let's rush through first, and then—be careful!"

An extreme sense of danger suddenly rose in Texas's heart. His pupils dilated, and without time to explain, he pounced on Lappland, pinning her to the ground and dragging her deeper into the ruins.

W, covered in bruises, also sensed danger. Her petite body, in comparison, brushed past the wolf's claws and rushed into the werewolf's arms, unleashing her full power, turning her crimson eyes into a dazzling gold.

"Come here you go!"

With an elbow strike, W nimbly slipped under the werewolf's armpit, her slender arm wrapping around his thick neck. Enduring the stinging pain of the fur, she pulled him backward, causing him to fall to the ground, letting the werewolf fall on top of her.

boom!

A streak of azure light descended from the sky, leaving a dazzling trail as it plunged into the ground. Instantly, the entire block began to shake violently, and a powerful shockwave erupted, spreading in all directions. The overwhelming shockwave flattened the surrounding buildings.

The sky darkened, sand and stones flew everywhere, the ground softened and undulated like water, and ear-piercing explosions resounded between heaven and earth. The swirling sandstorm completely obscured everything, and under the scorching heat, even the air was tinged with a hazy yellow.

Wow!

In the small crater, the ground, flattened by the impact, shook and cracked, bursting open a huge human-shaped hole. W, with the unconscious werewolf on her back, crawled out of the rubble. The scorching dust in the air filled her lungs, causing her to cough.

"Cough cough, (Sarkaz swears)! City defense cannon! That's fucking insane!"

Muttering curses under her breath, W looked around and saw that the original street block had been blasted open with a circular hole. The power of the explosion not only knocked down the buildings on both sides of the block, but also damaged the streets behind it. The lingering heat wave, along with the smoke and dust kicked up by the explosion, made her feel as if she had returned to the battlefield of Kazdel.

This kind of scene should never happen in the city!

Even with her strong heart, she couldn't help but feel a wave of fear. Fortunately, she reacted quickly and pulled a tough human shield to cushion her fall. Otherwise, facing the impact of such an explosion, she would have lost most of her life, if not died, and it was not impossible for her to die on the spot.

She wasn't as tough as that guy with the reverted bloodline; she probably couldn't withstand that kind of attack.

The key point is, who would have thought that someone would actually use city defense artillery to bombard the inner city area!

This behavior can't be described as just crazy; it's downright insane!

This is a commercial street! Not some deserted industrial zone or construction site!

Moreover, the battle here is, to put it bluntly, a small-scale skirmish with no more than three digits of participants. What did they have to do to throw a defensive cannon at this place?