FATE: Target of Grand Master

"Feng Yan, Diao Yunshang, how's the situation on your end?"

Xia Yan is currently flying back to Uruk at high speed.

The reason for not using displacement magic was that the sword strike that defeated Typhon earlier had also consumed a lot of magic power in Morgan. Long-distance area displacement magic consumes several times more magic power than flight magic that accelerates to the limit, but the result was only a ten-minute difference. Xia Yan still wanted to save magic power first.

"As we anticipated, the Rahm's main targets are twofold: Uruk and the Temple of Durga."

Standing on Vimana, Feng Yan could clearly see the movements of the Rahms from the air.

"No, there are also things that are different from what we expected. The Lahems not only landed from the ocean, but many of them can fly from the start, and some even burrow out from underground."

Diao Yunshang, who was originally guarding the walls of Uruk, has now returned to the city and is doing her best to eliminate the Rahms that have emerged from the ground.

"How are Gilgamesh, Siduri, and the citizens of Uruk doing now?"

"Gilgamesh is directing the battle from the city walls. Siduri has been forcibly kept in the temple under Zhang Liao's protection. As for the citizens of Uruk..."

Diao Yunshang's silence spoke volumes; it was virtually impossible to protect civilians from Rahm's army.

"Okay, hang in there a little longer, we'll be right back!"

Xia Yan, who had just ended the call, was about to have Morgan speed up again when he heard Morgan's words transmitted through telepathy.

"Xia Yan, I saw this scene through the observation magic I left in Typhon."

Immediately, an image appeared in Xia Yan's mind of Typhon's body being torn apart, destroyed, and having its magic power drained by numerous Rahms. At first glance, it looked just like a large insect being devoured by a swarm of ants.

Xia Yan noticed that Typhon, as the head of the body, was now surrounded by more than twenty Rahms. He had several cuts on his body that were not there when he left, and he was obviously at a disadvantage. However, Typhon was not immediately eliminated, which meant that the Rahms were treating him as a toy to be tortured.

"Morgan, could you please spend a little more time with me alone?"

Morgan naturally understood what Xia Yan was going to do.

"She hurt Nero."

"Yes, I know."

"He has always been associated with Jingu and his group."

"Yes, I know."

Even so, you still want to save her?

"If I hadn't seen that scene, I could have comfortably pretended not to know, but now that I have, there's no reason to let it go. Rather than saving her, I probably want to wipe out those Rahms."

"Alright. After all, you're my husband. As a wife, it's only natural to support my husband."

Morgan's words warmed Xia Yan's heart.

"Thank you, Morgan, I love you."

"Don't just talk about love; show it with actions."

Morgan made a joke, seemingly making a suggestive remark, before informing the others of Xia Yan's decision.

Although they were somewhat worried about Xia Yan and Morgan acting alone, Morgan was with them after all, and Uruk also urgently needed combat power, so the group did not delay and immediately split up to carry out their missions.

"Hehehehehe... This is so much fun... This guy... is really fun to play with..."

Twenty-odd Rahms took turns rushing towards Typhon, piercing her petite body with their sharp spikes, then pulling them out and escaping before Typhon's counterattack could hit them.

"I...did it...hehehe..."

"It's...my turn...hehehe..."

The escaped Rahm let out a joyful laugh, while the other Rahm let out an expectant laugh.

The dozen or so corpses of the Rahm lying on the ground showed that this was not a game without risk, but it was precisely because of this that the Rahm felt excited and became even more fond of this game of torturing Typhon.

Meanwhile, Typhon, surrounded by the Lahms, was already disheveled, his clothes were tattered, his breathing was rapid and disordered, and his vision was beginning to blur, clearly nearing his limit.

The wound from the Rahm was only millimeters away from Typhon's heart. Typhon did his best to avoid the vital spot, but he was no longer able to launch an effective counterattack.

She considered using her anti-wish machine mechanism to create an opportunity, but these Rahms had no wishes in their hearts, only the instinct to kill. Their language was also too simple, and it was not so easy to distort it into a wish.

Typhon had given up hope of surviving, but he still harbored resentment at being tortured and killed by these monsters.

"Hehehe..."

Typhon watched as the next Rahm raised its spikes to pierce him, and he no longer had the strength to dodge. He could only silently close his eyes and wait for death to come.

If I had known this would happen, I would have preferred to die at Xia Yan's hands.

"grumble!"

However, the expected pain did not come; instead, the sharp cries of the surrounding Rahms filled my ears.

"Chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp

Typhon opened his eyes and saw that all twenty-odd Rahms that had surrounded him now had a black spear protruding from their bodies. Each spear pierced precisely through the Rahms's mouths filled with their vertical rows of teeth, cutting through their entire bodies and preventing them from emitting their unpleasant laughter.

Seemingly feeling that one spear wasn't enough to kill them, another barrage of gunfire soon followed, with one or two more black spears protruding from each Rahm. This time, even the resilient Rahm could only twitch slightly before their spiked limbs drooped limply.

After casting a defensive spell on Xia Yan and Typhon, Morgan began clearing away the dense swarms of Rahms on Typhon's body.

Looking at the man who had returned, Typhon asked incredulously, "Why did you save me?"

Xia Yan turned his head slightly, not looking directly at her.

"I just couldn't stand these disgusting Rahms; saving you was just a side effect of eliminating them."

Despite saying that, Xia Yan still tossed the remaining recovery spray to Typhon.

"Spray it onto the wound."

Typhon stared blankly at the recovery spray he was holding in his hands, without making a move.

"Hurry up and spray it."

Xia Yan urged again.

Why?

Typhon still didn't understand Xia Yan's goodwill.

"There's no reason why. I'm just doing what I want to do. I don't have time to waste on you. If you don't need it, give it back to me. I need to hurry back to Uruk."

Xia Yan's tone was not good, but Typhon did not sense any malice.

Without saying thank you, Typhon picked up the spray and started spraying. For a Spirit Origin of Typhon's caliber, the effect of a healing spray was quite limited, but it still reduced Typhon's pain considerably.

By this time, Morgan had already turned the swarming Rahms into skewers. Seeing this, Xia Yan wasted no time and immediately said to Typhon, "I hope Typhon dies here."

Typhon was taken aback by this wicked wish, but she quickly realized that Xia Yan was using her mechanisms to help her.

To avoid causing trouble for Typhon after he leaves, Xia Yan's wish this time is extremely extreme. So, after being reversed by Typhon's wish-reversing machine, it will become "Typhon will never die here".

Does this man really trust me so much that I won't cause him any more trouble?

Despite still having many doubts, Typhon activated his skills.

"I hereby declare that your wish will not be granted!"

Feeling her magic restored, Typhon's lips curled into a smile. This was the first time she had so happily denied a wish, because it was a wish she had truly longed for.