SSS-level catastrophe? That's my wife!

Lin Mu: "…………"

He looked at her body covered in deep, bone-revealing wounds, and at her frail figure swaying precariously beneath her tattered red dress.

For a moment, he was speechless, choked by the sudden question.

The woman in the red dress chuckled softly, then turned and left.

The tattered red dress swayed gently with her steps, but her figure still seemed on the verge of collapse.

Lin Mu frowned.

He looked around at the desolate ruins, where a foul wind swirled up dust, as if to bury the city completely.

Without the slightest hesitation, he followed the woman in the red dress who was staggering ahead.

……

As night fell, the last rays of the setting sun were swallowed up by thick, dark clouds.

Two shattered bodies staggered through the rubble and sea of ​​corpses, finally coming to a stop beside a broken wall.

This place was just enough for them to lean against and catch their breath.

"The Envoy of the Nation!"

Lin Mu's voice shattered the silence, trembling uncontrollably.

He staggered forward and knelt heavily on one knee before a corpse clad in silver armor.

The silver armor was already covered in blood, and the corpse's face was a gruesome sight.

Only the part above the neck remains, and the familiar outline of the past can still be vaguely recognized.

"Master...Master..."

Lin Mu's eyes instantly turned red, his right hand trembled and hovered in mid-air, but he still dared not touch the cold wreckage.

His trembling fingertips betrayed his breakdown, and the sob rising in his throat made it almost impossible for him to utter a complete sentence.

His expression suddenly changed when his gaze swept over the corpses of the other Zhen'erting members around him!

Those wounds could not have been caused by the claws or fangs of the mutants!

"No! These wounds weren't inflicted by the mutants!"

Lin Mu suddenly turned around, his scarlet eyes fixed on the woman in the red dress on the ruins.

She sat languidly on a broken beam, her fair legs peeking out from under her skirt standing out clearly in the night.

"What happened here?"

"And what did you see?"

"Is this how you beg for help?" The woman in the red dress sneered, lifting her skirt slightly as she slowly rose to her feet.

"Have you already forgotten what I just said?"

"you understand me."

Lin Mu took a deep breath and slowly straightened up, even though every movement aggravated the wounds all over his body.

"Please tell me, thank you."

"Hehe, what did I just hear? Are you thanking a calamity?"

The woman in the red dress covered her mouth and chuckled softly. When her gaze swept over Lin Mu's bloodshot eyes, the corners of her lips curled up slightly.

"What a boring man."

She took a step forward, her skirt sweeping across the pebbles on the ground, her voice deliberately exaggerated:

"The scene here was absolutely spectacular back then."

"Endless sandstorms and water columns shot into the sky, almost tearing the sky apart."

"I'm just a weak woman, but I was terrified."

"None of these awakened beings at this level have appeared on the final battlefield... What about your so-called sacrifices?"

"Is it a joke? No, you're more like a bunch of abandoned clowns!"

Sandstorm! Water jets!

These four words kept crashing down in Lin Mu's mind.

He suddenly laughed, a hoarse and manic laugh mixed with anger and self-mockery.

Yes, what do their sacrifices and the beliefs they protected with their lives amount to in the end?

As the laughter subsided, Lin Mu's eyes became lifeless and resolute.

He staggered and turned around, dragging his broken body toward the outside of the ruins.

It's really... rotten to the core!

"In your current state, with your crippled body, do you really think you can leave this blood-soaked city?"

The woman in the red dress suddenly spoke in a cool, clear voice:

"Aren't you afraid that the Awakened Ones outside the city will kill you the moment they see you?"

"Or are you still naively believing that the higher-ups of the Awakened will reinstate you to your high position because of your unparalleled achievements?"

"I don't believe your faith won't crumble after this battle."

Do you think I'm right?

"Head of the Central Suppression of Evil, titled [White Reaper]"

The woman in the red dress rested her chin on her hand, a playful smile playing on her lips.

She watched Lin Mu's tall yet unsteady figure from behind, as if watching a play about to end.

The moment the words left his mouth, Lin Mu abruptly stopped in his tracks.

His pupils suddenly contracted, the air around him seemed to freeze at that moment, and an invisible chill emanated from his body.

"Oh dear! This is... I guessed right."

A cold glint flashed in the beautiful eyes of the woman in the red dress, and an invisible killing intent permeated the desolate ruins.

"My faith will always belong to myself. It was before, it is now, and it will always be."

Lin Mu's voice grew increasingly low:

If the world is already shrouded in boundless darkness, then I will use my own body to carve out a ray of light.

He slowly turned his head, his scarlet eyes staring directly at the woman in the red dress: "SSS-level calamity, Red King."

"Oh?"

A hint of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes, which then transformed into a deeper allure.

"Now that you know my identity, you should know that this is your only chance to kill me. Don't you want to cherish it?"

"After all, right now I'm completely like a weak woman."

"Oh."

Lin Mu let out a cold laugh, stopped looking at her, and continued walking forward with unsteady steps.

This cold laugh and utter disregard finally ignited the woman in the red dress's anger.

Her voice suddenly rose, carrying a chilling killing intent:

"Hey! So eager to die? Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated?"

"You're not so naive as to think you can escape the hunting grounds of those awakened ones outside the city, are you?"

"All unfavorable predicaments in the world are due to the inadequacy of the parties involved, and there is no other reason."

Lin Mu's voice was calm, and his steps did not falter in the slightest.

The next second, he suddenly stopped in his tracks, his pupils widening abruptly.

A warm breath suddenly brushed past my ear, accompanied by a clear female voice:

"You really are quite captivating."

The woman in the red dress had appeared beside him without him noticing, and her delicate hand gently caressed his right cheek.

Her red lips almost touched Lin Mu's earlobe: "But what if I wanted you dead right now?"

"You can give it a try."

Lin Mu's voice was completely calm as he grabbed the wrist that was touching his face.

The two locked eyes, and an invisible killing intent seemed to clash in the air.

A chill ran through Lin Mu's bloodshot eyes, while the woman in the red dress wore a provocative smile.

"You're hurting me! How annoying!"

The woman in the red dress suddenly changed her expression, her voice instantly becoming sweet and delicate, her eyes slightly reddening, looking as if she had been wronged.

Lin Mu's lips twitched uncontrollably; this woman's face changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

He flung her wrist away, ignored her, and turned to leave.

"My name is Su Nianhe."

A sudden remark made Lin Mu stop in his tracks once again.