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Chapter 695 The things inside are also afraid.

Yu Xia and Knicks spent a brief moment together before Yu Xia and Flock went out to scout locations.

She and Flock activated their mental barrier, riding her dolphin spirit form, and brazenly passed by the sentries.

Flock sat behind her, smelling the scent of a wolf on her, and took out a pack of wet wipes from his backpack, pulling one out to wipe Yu Xia's mouth.

Yu Xia: "Why did you wipe my mouth for no reason? I didn't eat anything before I came out."

Floch: "He ate the sentry's saliva."

Yu Xia: "."

Kraken, who was in Yu Xia's arms, also took a wet wipe from Floch's hand and wiped her face and neck.

"I didn't eat any saliva," Yu Xia said, amused and helpless.

Floch gritted his teeth and said, "Those sentries love to leave their scent on you! Do they think they smell good?"

Yu Xia: "What's that smell? I can't smell it."

Floch: "It smells awful, it stinks."

Yu Xia turned to look at him, "Are you disgusted by the smell on me?"

Floch put the wet wipe in his pocket. "When have I ever disliked you? Don't overthink it. I can help you hide your scent now, so you don't need them to cover it up with pheromones."

As he spoke, he grabbed the tentacle that was wriggling around Yu Xia's neck and threw it away.

Yu Xia said, "I have to purify them eventually. I can't rely on you alone. Besides, you know that my golden gene is flawed and needs to be enhanced through spiritual fusion."

Floch said from behind her, "I can do it soon too."

Yu Xia tilted her head slightly, some words welling up in her heart and reaching her lips.

Then Floch added, “Believe me, I’m getting better.”

He grasped her hand and tightened his grip. "I am also gold, and I will strive to become even more perfect."

Yu Xia looked down and saw that his hands had grown bigger than hers in the past few days; they were no longer the chubby little hands they used to be.

His body is growing, and so is his soul.

Yu Xia grasped his hand in return, "I believe in you. You don't need to become more perfect. It's okay if you're still the same as before."

Flock was silent for a moment, then said softly, "But I don't want to be like before."

Yu Xia vaguely sensed a certain insecurity deep within Floch's emotions, and swallowed the words that were about to come out.

Floch had experienced too much—the pain of being forced to merge bloodlines, and the days of wandering—it was impossible for him to be without any resentment.

It's already quite impressive that he managed to pull through.

Seeing the sentries stepping into the teleportation point one by one, Yu Xia changed the subject and asked Floch, "Did you perform deep purification on them?"

Floch paused for a moment, then said, "Do you know how many mercenaries I have under my command?"

Yu Xia: "How many?"

Seeing the sincerity in her question, Floch replied, "Thirty thousand! Don't think my mental energy is like air, something I can just breathe in."

Yu Xia was surprised, "So many?"

Floch snorted, about to say something like, "Now you know how hard I've worked," when Yu Xia asked, "Does Caleb have enough money?"

The cost of hiring mercenaries is not cheap; it's calculated based on the level of contaminated zone, and it can be an astronomical sum.

Floch gritted his teeth and said, "You only care about money?"

Yu Xia said, "Didn't you also care before? You even asked me about the properties and funds under Kaleyet's name, worried that you might not be able to withdraw that much money in time and that you should prepare in advance."

Floch couldn't resist pinching her waist. "I mean right now. Right now, you only care about money?"

Yu Xia flinched as he squeezed her hand, but smiled and grabbed his hand. "I believe in your abilities, but if you can't do it, don't force yourself. I'm here for you."

Floch snorted. "Suppressing the pollution on them is still possible."

“The reason we don’t give them a deep purification is that most of their mental landscapes are too deeply entrenched in pollution,” Floch said. “We can only clean them up little by little after they leave. If we try to remove them all at once, it will easily damage their mental landscapes, and when they are polluted again, the rate of alienation and infection will be even faster.”

This is like having a disease and being cured with a special medicine, but it will make the body weak. At this time, you need a comfortable illusion to make the body strong again, otherwise the body will get even sicker.

That's why Maki advised them to leave quickly.

Once Floch can no longer control the pollution on them, they're all doomed.

Yu Xia also sensed it, so he didn't do a deep purification for the Knicks, but only a shallow purification for him and Miles' team to help them suppress the alienation.

"By the way, have you gone to see Huo Lin and Aug?" She was still worried about them.

Floch curled his lip. "Too much to handle."

Yu Xia said, "Then I'll go see them when I get back."

Floch said, "Alright, alright, I already checked for you. They're fine. I hired them a long time ago; they're part of the purification process."

Yu Xia smiled and squeezed his hand. "I know you're the best, Floch."

Flock: "Who told you to have so many sentries? I'm only going to manage this once. I won't manage them anymore, and you're not allowed to manage them either. Don't you find it annoying?"

Yu Xia: "I'll manage it occasionally. Once we've dealt with the Blood Nest and everyone is safe, I won't have to worry about it anymore. How about we just travel all over the universe then?"

Floch wrapped his arms around her waist, rested his forehead against her back, and softly hummed in agreement.

As they spoke, the two had already arrived at the teleportation point.

Yu Xia saw the sea creature sentinels guarding the teleportation point; they had been stationed there for the past few days.

At first, Yu Xia was a little flustered when she saw them, but fortunately, Floch's mental barrier was very effective, and even if she stood in front of them, they could not detect her.

"That's the power of our synergy," Floch said.

Their combined ability is defense; their combined mental strength allows them to exert a defensive capability several times greater than that of an individual.

Yu Xia peeked out in front of the sea creature sentinels, and seeing that they didn't react to her, she entered the teleportation point with peace of mind.

Yu Xia's vision went black for a moment, and the next moment she appeared in a pile of ruins.

This was the first teleportation point cleared by the mercenaries outside the logistics area. The logistics area was right behind her, not too far away, but the fog in the air was too thick for her to see.

Yu Xia looked back and could see a faint golden light shimmering in the mist.

That was the defensive shield established by Raphael in the Federal Logistics District.

It's been almost half a month, and his shield still shines, as if it will never go out.

This light also reassured many sentinels.

Every time Yu Xia teleports out, she subconsciously takes a look.

She was also worried that if Raphael couldn't hold on, then she and Floch probably wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer either.

"Let's go."

Floch patted the dolphin spirit beneath Yu Xia and pointed to the teleportation point on the right, "Go check out the route to the Federation."

The teleportation point caused a slight distortion in space, and the surrounding red mist was kneaded into a ball like dough.

Yu Xia entered the teleportation point as he instructed.

After several days of clearing, the Sentinels have advanced one-third of their way into the depths of North Second District, which is the fastest they can manage. The clearing routes for the mercenaries and Federation Sentinels have also begun to be handed over.

Yu Xia entered seven or eight teleportation points before being teleported to the area under the Federation's jurisdiction.

The further you go, the more disturbing the scenes in the contaminated areas become.

A crimson substance, like a fungal carpet, covered the ground, swallowing up most of the buildings and leaving almost no place to stand.

Various forms of pollutants and alien species emerged in this thick scarlet fungal carpet, and the red fog in the air condensed into a solid substance, so solid that even the wind could not move it.

The sentries breathe in a thick layer of pollution, so concentrated that it could turn an ordinary sentry into a monster on the spot.

The mental barriers they erected were almost powerless against this substantial pollution; their only function was to prevent people from falling into mental abnormality.

But the strangely shaped pollutants around them could cause mental attacks with just a glance.

"The index has exploded."

Fren patted the red, then smudged instrument screen in his hand a few times, then turned to look at Canulius beside him.

"No need to test anymore." Canulius took the broken instrument from his hand and threw it forcefully into the air.

The next second, a pair of strangely deformed pale hands tore through space in mid-air, and a slender crimson tongue emerged from the space, wrapped around the palm-sized device that was tossed high in the air, and swallowed it.

After consuming the instrument, the thing retracted its hand into the space and quickly shut it down.

The sky above Canulius and his companions resembled a chaotic and distorted oil painting, with creatures occasionally darting out from within this "painting" to prey on anything that flew by.

Upon seeing this, both Canulius and Fren's expressions darkened.

“It’s contaminants, not aliens,” Fren said based on his experience. “They already have the ability to tear space.”

Canulius: "They've always been there, otherwise the pollution wouldn't have spread to other planets. They follow us wherever we go."

With that, he jumped onto the other side of the collapsed and dilapidated roof and quickly drew his sword to cut off the scarlet tentacles that were extending from below.

Furen looked down and saw that the fungal carpet they had just cleaned and burned had grown back in just a few minutes.

His brows furrowed even more.

“Even dragon flames are no longer effective against the pollution here,” Furen said, leaping to Kanulius’s side.

“It works.” Canulius looked up at the brightly colored, eerie sky. “Once we find the BOSS, we can set up a teleportation point and move on to the next area.”

As he spoke, he plucked a dragon scale from his neck and burned it with blue flames in his hand.

When Furen saw the bloodstains on his neck, he exclaimed, "Canulius, you can't use your powers anymore!"

Canulius remained unfazed and ordered, "Go find it."

Furen looked back at the dragon sentinels cleaning up the contaminants everywhere. Most of them were severely mutated; some were wielding swords one second and completely transformed into dragons the next.

To prevent them from becoming new and stronger contaminants, the surrounding sentinels pierce their hearts just before they transform into dragons.

Burn them to ashes as the pollution erodes their bodies.

Otherwise, once they become pollutants, they won't be able to be killed.

Half a month after entering the North Second District, the Long family has lost many of its dragon-affiliated sentries.

However, the Federation still sent the Dragon Clan to the front, because the Dragon Sentinels' flames were currently the best way to clean up the contamination.

Seeing two more dragon-type Sentinels transformed into dragons and had their hearts pierced by their companions, Furen felt a surge of sorrow welling up inside him.

“Canulius!” Fren grabbed his hand, his voice heavy. “We have to consider retreating.”

Canulius: "Retreat, and then what?"

Fren: "Go out first, then make a new plan."

“At least,” Fren lowered his head, his chest heaving, “at least don’t make us the first to go!”

The more time went on, the more those despicable high-ranking officials in the Federation pushed them to the top.

They say they have the best guides in the holy city to provide spiritual guidance, so they should be the pioneers.

"Canulius, something's wrong here. We have to leave."

As he spoke, his eyes constantly shifted between vertical pupils and their normal shape.

Canulius looked at him for a moment, then placed his hand on his shoulder. "Fren, take them and retreat."

Fren suddenly looked up at him. "Okay, I'll lead them to retreat now."

Canulius nodded and stood still.

"Canulius, what about you?!"

"You go first," Canulius said, glancing at the sky. "I'll be back in a bit."

Fren knew Canulius too well and knew he wanted to stay behind. "Let's go. This contaminated area is strange and can't be cleaned up completely. There's no point in you doing anything more."

Canulius withdrew his hand. "Clean as much as you can."

Fren: "You know we won't abandon you!"

Canulius's tone was calm but unquestionable: "This is an order."

Fren: "But..."

Canulius pressed his hand down on his shoulder, conveying a sense of reassurance as the head of the Dragon Clan.

“I will definitely go back. You lead the team back first, and don’t worry about what the Federal Empire says.”

Before Fren could say anything more, Canulius said, "Go back to Belluru, stay with her, and protect her."

These words dispelled the hesitation in Fren's eyes. Under Canulius's steady gaze, he gave the order to retreat, leading the remaining dragon sentinels toward the teleportation point.

Kanulius's spirit followed them until the last dragon sentinel entered the teleportation point, at which point the spirit returned to him and breathed fire at the surging fungal carpet beneath his feet.

The red mist in the air sizzled and hissed when it came into contact with the flames.

Canulius leaned against the wall behind him and looked down at his right hand, which was holding the sword.

Fresh blood meandered down the blade, attracting alien species and contaminants.

Without his blood, Furen and the others wouldn't have been able to leave.

When Fren said they were going to retreat, Canulius knew that his mental defenses had been breached by corruption.

Mental pollution will continuously weaken his willpower and bring him fear and frustration.

If it had been any later, Fren might not have been able to hold on either.

It's too late to leave the contaminated area now; he and Fren have already analyzed the situation.

If the Long family all leave, the morale of the army will immediately collapse, and none of them will be able to reach the exit; they will be consumed by spiritual pollution.

Fren had already prepared to sacrifice himself, so why would he want to retreat?

In every major pollution incident, the Long family always suffers the most losses; now it's their turn.

The fact that the contaminated zone instilled fear in the sentinels, making them want to leave, indicates that what was inside was also afraid.

Canulius raised the sword in his hand, his pale gold vertical pupils flashing with blue flames. "Come out, didn't you want me?"