Ark Traveler, I want to take a day off today too

While answering the questions, Linley rushed out of the explosion range of the blood rose with the sword in hand. The long sword burning with flames was once again wrapped with frost crystals and blue lightning. The composite sword energy of the three attributes was crisscrossing in the blood pool.

Each sword energy would reduce the depth of the blood pool that originally covered the hunter's knees, and the steaming blood would turn into nothingness under the interweaving of thunder and flames. "Everyone you kill will become part of this blood pool, right?"

The hunter was walking in the blood pool with a sword in hand, as if he was the master of this area, while Dukare had a gloomy face - every word he said before the battle was like a slap in his face. This guy's strength was definitely not weaker than any lord of the royal court he had ever seen, and the flames burning around him were even constantly burning his own blood pool!

This guy is his natural enemy in a sense! Although the blood pool that he formed at this moment was just created by him after arriving in the Sadien District, it is definitely not something that can be easily burned by any flame.

"Why did you get involved in this war?"

“Since my boss wants to intervene, a smart and considerate employee like me will naturally help.” Linley shrugged. He had put away his longsword and replaced it with the iron bow that had always been on his back - Breath of Leviathan.

The thunder and frost slowly converged at this moment, and the flames completely enveloped the hunter's body and armor. There was flame burning in every part of Leviathan's Breath.

'Bang! '

That was the sound of the bowstring made of iron chain being pulled, and the golden arrow was taking shape bit by bit at the hunter's fingertips. The aura had completely locked onto the lord in the blood pool - under the cover of the blood waves, his body was disappearing bit by bit, and it would probably not take long for the Blood Demon Lord to escape.

"It turned out to be you who shot that arrow..." Ducare's expression became more complicated, but his spell had been completed. Even if the arrow could hit him, it would not kill him. As long as he had enough blood, he would be able to return to his full strength at a speed unimaginable for ordinary people.

"I underestimated you, Dredger. The next time we meet... I will bring my army with me... Your blood and body will be the spoils of war that I desire most."

'boom! ’

The arrow turned into a fire phoenix and flew out like a meteor, hitting Dukare, who had already disappeared more than half. The fire of light energy instantly ignited the remaining body of the Blood Demon Lord and the surrounding blood pool.

"So, before that, don't die at the hands of others!"

Dukalei’s voice still echoed in the hunter’s ears, but Linley simply scratched his ears expressionlessly:

"Damn, you pervert."

074. Bombardment

The Blood Demon Lord came quickly and ran away quickly, but this battle still consumed a lot of Linley’s time and effort.

When the hunter used the fire of light energy to burn the remaining blood pool, the city defense cannons mounted on the high walls also opened fire. The terrifying caliber and roar brought Victoria's century-old accumulated military force - both the road surface and those factories that could be said to be in disrepair were bombarded by the artillery fire.

The most obvious thing is the pits and underground structures exposed on the ground.

"Hmm, this is really a terrifying firepower." The hunter sighed and put the Breath of Leviathan back on his back. "It seems that if we don't find the Self-Rescue Army and Amiya, the bombardment will not stop. But does it matter if these plots are completely destroyed?"

"No... they didn't activate all the city defense artillery. Their only targets were us and your people."

At this moment, a blonde Rupert wearing a cloak slowly walked out with a very heavy shield in her hand. White Wolf or Horn frowned slightly at the hunter who seemed to be in a daze:

"Are you standing here and not running because you want to be bombed?"

“I would have dodged the second before the shells fell. But you… the captain of the Storm Commando, have you assembled a team in Londinium again?” Linley glanced at the beautiful Rupert who could be described as heroic and dashing. “I thought you had been captured by those Sarkaz. You were there when Amiya and the others went to rescue people, right?”

"Well, that hooded assassin with purple hair is one of yours, right?"

Horn naturally admitted this very generously: "If she hadn't intervened, we would have been caught up by that guy Manfred, but later they seemed to be chasing after Deep Pool's troops again."

"The troops from Shenchi? Are they coming to break into the prison as well?"

"Maybe it's because there are their spies or secret agents here." Horn sighed, his green eyes filled with great caution: "Okay, let's end the small talk. Do you know why I came to see you?"

“Shut down those city defenses that are still firing and run?” Linley said as he picked up the other person at a speed that was difficult for Horn to detect and jumped towards the ruins behind them. The place where they were originally standing was immediately bombarded by the city defense artillery!

"boom!"

“It seems that our military lady is not concentrating.” Linley said as he loosened his arms around the other person. It must be said that the captain of the Storm Commando Team was in great shape. Years of exercise had not turned Horn’s upright figure into muscles.

“Don’t give me that. If you hadn’t insisted on standing there, we wouldn’t have been bombarded.” Horn rolled her eyes and didn’t care about Linley’s impolite behavior. She just raised her hand and pointed at the high wall that was still hidden in the mist. “We have to go up and do everything we can to blow up the control console.”

"So you want me to join you?"

"If you, Rhodes Island, really want to end this war, Amiya and the others will definitely go there. After all, if you want to reach the Shard or the core area of Londinium, you must cross this high wall." Horn lowered his eyes: "I know it is unrealistic for the soldiers I have to climb the wall and fight against the well-equipped Sarkaz army."

“But you don’t just want to get rid of the control console, you also want to get rid of Manfred, right?” Linley squinted his eyes and looked up at the high wall. In his perception, both Dukare and the group of shapeshifters who could transform into other people had already left the Sadien District, and the being with countless wronged souls entangled in it was constantly approaching.

"Could it be you? I have never seen you before, but Kal'tsit, Amiya, and the Doctor were all your colleagues." The hunter's voice was very soft, and even as Rupert, Horn could not figure out what the person next to him was saying.

"So you can..."

“I can help you climb the wall, but whether or not you can defeat Manfred has nothing to do with me.” Linley said calmly, “After all, all we have to do is stop Teresis’s plan. Killing Manfred is not part of my plan. I have more important things to do, but I can still help you climb the wall.”

"You... okay, I understand." Horn nodded. The other party was not a soldier of Victoria, so she couldn't make too many demands. In her opinion, this hunter acted according to his own preferences most of the time - whether it was saving herself and Bagpipe or saving Mandela's life.

"Gather your men. If that guy comes, I may not be able to guarantee your passage."

......

"Ah, you are trembling and afraid... Does the existence of that guy scare you so much?" The demon king with long pink and white hair lifted his hair slightly and looked at the city ahead which was still covered with dark clouds.

The arrow that was like a phoenix of fire allowed Theresa, who regained her life, to have a rare good sleep. The many heroic souls or ghosts from the long history of the Sarkaz rarely continued to tell the Demon King about their hatred and desires, but fell into a long silence.

"I have dreamed of that ship over and over again. I dreamed of talking to the doctor who rarely smiled. I dreamed of standing side by side with the taciturn commander on the deck. I dreamed of every night, I leaned on the bed, telling stories about the Sarkaz and this land, and coaxing the child to sleep."

Theresa's scallion-white fingers gently combed her hair. She murmured to the wind, as if she was talking to herself or to these souls who might have lost much reason: "But no matter which dream I had, I never saw the archer who burned like gold."

"After I woke up, for the first time... I felt a feeling called curiosity and desire." The girl showed a pure smile on her face. "It turns out that I can have such feelings. So don't be anxious or afraid. We will eventually face the existence that may tear the storm apart together."

"Or...will he ignite another storm?"

The demon king did not continue to talk to himself but slowly moved towards the Sadien District - to deal with a demon king, another demon king is naturally needed.

075. First meeting, Demon King

"Hedley, should I say we meet again... but you don't look too well!" W looked at Hedley, whose hand was still wrapped in bandages, with a mocking smile. Although Askalon explained the reason, she still wanted to laugh loudly when she saw her former companion in such a miserable state.

After hearing W's ridicule, Hedley raised his sword with one hand and twitched his mouth, 'Damn it, all these injuries on me are caused by your mistress, oh, the fractures are caused by your bomb.'

"Mr. Mercenary, I don't need to ask what happened between you and Miss W, but if you continue to stand in front of us... I will never hold back." Amiya stretched out her hand - the soft and boneless white hand was wearing several black rings, which was the authority of the Demon King.

However, before Bunny could do anything, her hand was pressed down by W beside her. The Sarkaz mercenary raised his grenade launcher and turned to look at Amiya: "Bunny, this is not the place you should stop. Go forward with her. Leave this to me."

"Ms. W?" Amiya was stunned for a moment. This Sarkaz mercenary who had been a member of the Tower of Babel in the past and later helped herself and everyone in Rhodes Island in the Reunion Movement now seemed to be really on the same front with her?

"Don't show that naive expression. I didn't say I want to be in the same group with you. We just have the same goal for the time being." W looked at the girl beside her and couldn't help but smile. Then she rubbed Amiya's extremely soft hair and said, "For the sake of His Highness and him, I won't care about your expression. Hurry up and go up."

"So Miss W can also show such an expression? No, no, now is not the time to think about such things. We must cross the high wall! Rhodes Island is here to end the war!" Amiya shook her head and threw away all her distracting thoughts.

Just when Hedley had raised the greatsword, W shot a grenade at his feet without hesitation, and the second grenade flew towards the gap left by unknown persons on the high wall!

"Boom!" "Boom!"

The explosion directly widened the crack in the city wall - and this space was just enough for Klucie and Fester's drones to fly in and seize control of the elevator. Hedley immediately charged at W without hesitation. In response, W sneered, pulled out the thorns from his waist and fired without mercy:

"Charge? Times have changed, Hedley!"

At this moment, there was another loud noise from the high wall - and this noise was definitely not the sound of the city defense artillery firing, but someone was already fighting on the city wall!

Almost subconsciously, Amiya and the Doctor thought of the long-lost Dredger, but unfortunately, this movement was not caused by Linley.

......

At this moment, the hunter was standing on the other side of the high wall. The street was empty - no, the person standing on the other side of the street was a beautiful Sarkaz woman, a woman who was extremely gentle as long as one looked at her.

But Linley let the power of light and shadow form a shield around his body. In his field of vision, in addition to this lady, there were countless ghosts circling and howling around her, and this appearance could never be described as gentle.

And at the center of this storm composed of countless dead souls is this woman.

“Should we say this is our first meeting, Her Highness Theresa?” Linley’s voice was resounding, the sharp psychic blade in his hand wrapped with frost, scorching sun, arcs of electricity, and a faint purple void.

"You really do know my name, Dredger." Theresa placed her hands on her chest and walked forward. The countless dead souls followed the devil's footsteps while growling. "Tell me, is that child okay now?"

“That kid, are you talking about Amiya?” Linley also stepped forward, but unlike Theresa who remained elegant, he was in a state of being ready for a formidable enemy. “Before that, can you tell me why you are still alive? Both Amiya and Kal’tsit told me the same fact: Her Highness Theresa is dead.”

"What on earth did you give to be able to stand in front of me again!"

"From Kazdel, or rather, some secret methods of the Absolver." Theresa smiled faintly, but this smile seemed so sad to the hunter: "I can feel your emotions, you don't seem very happy?"

“No matter who sees these things, they will not be in a good mood.” Linley stood three meters away from Theresa—he could feel that these souls floating in the air and circling continuously were looking at him with unparalleled malice and hostility.

“You can indeed see them. So tell me, Mr. Dredger…what do you think they are and what do they desire?” The demon king’s voice was not loud, but it sounded like a huge bell in Linley’s ears. The ghosts were repeating loudly every word Theresa said.

Theresa extended her hand, while Linley raised his sword. “Ghosts, why are they surrounding you? What is holding them captive and preventing them from passing away?”

"Because I was supposed to be one of them." Theresa ignored the sword, and her white hand reached out for the psychic blade. "You haven't answered my question yet. Is the child okay?"

Just as the girl’s hand was about to touch the blade, Linley sighed and put away his sword, and Theresa’s expression froze.

“For Amiya and Kal’tsit’s sake, I won’t do anything to you right now, and I won’t let you get hurt.” Linley’s voice was filled with helplessness, but he still didn’t disarm himself. “Amiya is fine, but if it weren’t for you, she wouldn’t have come to Victoria so soon. Let’s have a good chat now.”

The spiritual energy wrapped in the flames swept into the sky, and the souls that were originally on the horn disappeared.

"It's just that they won't disappear."

“Of course I know, but I only want you and I to have this conversation.” Linley’s voice was extremely calm, and the flames slowly fell to form a barrier around the two of them.

"Tell me your position and what you want to do. You have plenty of time and reason to explain it all before I consider you an enemy!"

076. The deposit is a hug

"So do you really think that a war can help the Sarkaz walk out of the abyss of hatred and sorrow?"

Linley’s voice was not loud, and his armor disappeared in the flame barrier. Theresa could also see the appearance of this ‘Drejie’, and the demon king smiled and shook his head:

"You are a little younger than I thought."

"That's just how it looks. Judging people by their appearance is never a good habit, Your Majesty the Demon King." The hunter said expressionlessly, "Even Amiya can see other people's emotional fluctuations, so you should be able to see more." He looked directly into Theresa's eyes, those pink eyes were still full of sadness and unspeakable anger.

"Then let's take a look at my past. Both Amiya and Kal'tsit have never asked me about this power and my past because they respect me, but there is no need for such things between us." The hunter stepped forward. At this moment, he could already feel Theresa's gentle breathing - there was no doubt that Theresa was really alive at this moment.

“See, and then you will understand that war is meaningless.” As Linley whispered, Theresa had already placed her snow-white hand on the hunter’s chest. But before she could even say sorry, the tsunami-like memory corridor had completely engulfed her consciousness.

It was a world made up of mirrors. Each mirror, as big as the wall of Theresa’s bedroom, formed the corridor she was seeing. What was reflected in each mirror was not the girl’s own appearance, but people who looked very similar to Lin Lei, but were different from him.

Each of these figures was standing in a place Theresa had never seen or heard of before—from a place filled with lavender gas and full of strange-looking figures holding a weapon similar to the lightsaber that Linley had just mentioned using, to a steel battlefield filled with flying bullets and cannon fire, to the jungle where javelins and gunshots occasionally brushed past her ears.

An unknown battlefield, an unknown enemy, and Theresa stopped in front of the mirror and watched quietly - it's not like she hasn't felt other people's memories before, but this is the first time she has seen such a huge and unique memory.

And those dead souls who kept wailing in her ears have disappeared - replaced by the wailing of the same person at different times and places.

"Legs, where are my legs!"

"Medic, where is the medical transport?"

“Fuck it, that stinky sniper! Aaaaaaaaaaaah!”

......

Every death was different, and the content of every wailing was even more different, but what really surprised and panicked Theresa was that these deaths and wailings all belonged to the same person.

'What on earth has this man called Dredger experienced? What are these places?'

Theresa touched the mirror she saw at the beginning while speaking - at that time, Drjie still had a young look on his face, and was filled with endless fatigue, but he was still calling his parents to report his safety. But the next second, he disappeared from the original world, and was replaced by a completely different battlefield.

The confusion, despair and unwillingness that were like the tide of the sea hit Theresa's heart. It was a completely different experience from the long-lasting wailing of the Sarkaz dead. The girl was like a boat floating down the river of memory that was much longer than her life.

War, war, war. Theresa experienced the first half of this time traveler's life in this way. Sometimes Theresa even doubted whether she was Theresa or the wandering soul who had experienced countless battlefields.

Ten years, a hundred years, a thousand years, ten thousand years, the anger and unwillingness had disappeared, leaving only numbness. The time traveler named Lin Lei was just mechanically carrying out every task from the inexplicable voice, until that moment the system and his body were cut in two.

That familiar yet strange voice came from the dark side of my vision: "Warfarin, give me the hemostat."

"Hey, come on, you're still trying to save this body even though it's been split in two? I think you can just bury it."

"We are doctors. We cannot give up until the patient's heart stops beating completely."

......

Then all memories came to an abrupt end, and Theresa was kicked out of the mirror space directly: “I...you...me.” She looked at Lin Lei and was a little speechless. The hunter just sighed and rubbed his hair. The palm with frost effect immediately made Theresa, who was still a little confused, sober up.

“You are Theresa, the resurrected demon king, not me, not that unlucky fellow named Linley.” Linley’s voice was extremely calm, as if those hellish memories belonged to another person: “War can never allow those wronged souls and the living to walk out of hatred and sorrow. It is nothing more than a poison that quenches thirst.”

"Then how did you find peace from this? How can we help the Sarkaz find a real home?"

“Hometowns are built by people. You should fight anyone who messes with you.” Linley said calmly, “Those are things you and Thatresia should consider. You shouldn’t ask me.” There were flames and frost in his eyes, and Theresia looked puzzled.

"But aren't you... a Guardian?"

“I’m really sorry. I’m just a clerk now and I don’t think about these complicated issues.” Linley had a faint smile on his face. “But if you just go to my leader and place an order, I can come and help you. I will help you deal with all the enemies who come to invade the high wall.”

"But before that, I think you should first deal with these wailing souls that belong to the long river of history." The hunter slowly closed the barrier, and those beings circled again and flew towards Theresa, but for some reason their voices were much smaller in Theresa's field of vision.

"Maybe it's because I experienced the memory of the person in front of me?" She guessed in her heart, and a rare smile appeared on her face - not the kind of maternal or sad smile:

"You would say that, so I guess you have a plan, right?"

“Maybe, but I do have experience in exorcising similar ghosts.” Linley sighed, “But this will also require you to pay a price, and I don’t think you will have the time for that for the time being.”