The Heartthrob Guide: Dodder of S-Class Sentinels

Chapter 27 Air Combat Department (Revised)
But tonight, he saw that person——

Hei Yu didn't know how to describe that feeling. The man's eyes were pure and harmless, without any contempt or disgust. Even when he saw a weak spiritual body like them, his face was filled with innocent curiosity like a child seeing a new toy.

There was no trace of malice in that curiosity, and it made Hei Yu feel for the first time that a guide could actually radiate such a warm feeling. He couldn't help but take out his treasured insect collection -

Willy was still gushing over how adorable the guide was, like a male bird in mating season, singing his heart out. Suddenly, he grew impatient and whispered a warning, "If you keep up the noise, you'll probably be reported."

In the office tonight, the head of the Air Combat Department, Chief Griffin, is still working overtime.

When Willy heard the word "report", he immediately became quiet. Since he talked a lot, he was often reported and his meager salary was often deducted.

So the miserable little owl soldier hung his head with an aggrieved expression.

"It would be great if our Air Combat Department had its own dedicated guide someday." He murmured to himself enviously.

The White Tower's current army is basically divided into three branches: navy, army, and air force, plus a mental control branch. Due to their strong combat capabilities, each team of the other branches is equipped with one or more exclusive guides.

As for their air combat unit, since they need to be equipped with a team of sentinels from other departments as the main output every time they go on a mission, their role is basically to keep watch and conduct reconnaissance. Even their mental pollution is generally very low, and the problem can be solved with inhibitors at ordinary times. Therefore, the central government did not specially assign guides to them.

Poor Willy still hasn't experienced what it's like to be united with the guiding spirit.

The sentry door opened, and an unusually tall and thin man walked in.

When Hei Yu and Willy saw this, they immediately stood at attention and saluted.

"Sir!"

A man with long, snow-white curly hair had delicate, handsome features. His eyes were narrow and long, like two mysterious willow leaves. Within their inky black, a strange blue shone through. It was none other than Griffin, Commander of the Air Warfare Department.

"You two," Griffin said coldly, glancing at them coldly, "during your shift, you neglected your duties, didn't keep watch properly, and left the spirit alone to do what?"

When Hei Yu and Willy heard this, they realized that their spiritual bodies had run away again. If they guessed correctly, they were probably wandering around the 60th floor and disturbed their superiors.

"I'm so sorry, we'll call them back right away."

"You can't walk just because you saw a guide, what a loser!" Griffin sneered, continuing his harsh words. His eyes seemed to hold a thousand-year-old icy pond. His occasional glances seemed to penetrate people's hearts, yet they were filled with undisguised contempt and harshness. "No wonder everyone says, 'The air combat team is worse than walking chickens!'"

"..."

Willy and Hei Yu were sweating profusely, not daring to breathe, and stood there quietly as they were scolded.

"The president has issued a death order regarding the terrible riot that occurred at the guides' place a few days ago. Any place where the guides are must be strictly guarded. If I catch you deserting again—" Griffin's face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it, "get the hell back to the contaminated area!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Both of them responded. The high-level pressure made them feel a little uncomfortable at the moment.

After the commander walked away, the pressure gradually dissipated, and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"How terrible! Has the pollution level increased again, Commander Griffin?" After a long time, Willy came to his senses and screamed in pain.

Hei Yu quickly covered his mouth to stop him from talking nonsense.

"Shut up and do your job properly, otherwise it won't just be a warning."

"Hey..." Willy broke free from Hei Yu's restraints, a look of deep disappointment on his chubby and cute face. "I really want to talk to the lovely guides too. We in the Air Combat Department are on guard duty all day, either out on patrol or in the White Tower. Unlike the others, we don't have plenty of time to show our courtesy."

"Commander Griffin, too. Why would he refuse the President's marriage proposal? He has such great military achievements. I'd wake up laughing in my dreams. If I remember correctly, the commander has had seven injections of statins this month."

"..."

Willy was still nagging beside him, but Hei Yu remained silent and stopped talking.

Willy may not know why the chief doesn't get married, but he knows it very well.

His eyes couldn't help but look in that direction again.

Guides are all selfish and admire the strong, otherwise the commander would not be alone until now. It is their air combat team that has dragged the commander down.

Guide, huh...
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The night is as thick as ink, weighing heavily on the earth.

The wind, fierce and wild, quietly awakens in the silence.

The moonlight in the sky reflects on the towering white tower, outlining a layer of holy silver edge.

And the vast land beyond the thousands of mountains and rivers was also quietly shrouded in the moonlight. However, the moon was red, like an enormous disk, hanging strangely in the desolate sky, like a ferocious blood-red eye, coldly overlooking all things in the world.

The ground beneath my feet was dead silent.

A lonely wolf cub was walking in a desperate situation on the barren land. There was a vast wilderness in front of it and broken sand and gravel behind it. In this big world, it had lost its place to stay.

At this moment, a strong, foul-smelling mud rose from the ground, pouring in from all directions like a flood. The wolf cub's tiny limbs were already deeply mired in the mud, and no matter how hard it struggled, it could not break free. From the mud, slender, strange hands slowly emerged, tightly grasping it, as if to swallow it completely.

The scene changed, the puppy had disappeared, and a naked man was lying in the mud.

The man's limbs were tightly bound by those strange black hands, leaving him covered in wounds. A deep wound stretched from his lean waist to his chest. The black hands kept ripping at the wound, sometimes opening it, sometimes closing it, over and over again...

Bright red blood gushed out, covering the ground before being quickly absorbed by the mud. The sentry, wounded as he was, was still alive, but his mind had long since vanished. He stared at the crimson moon above, eyes filled with despair.

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The dream ended just like that.

He looked at the completely unfamiliar environment in front of him, his heart beating wildly like an out-of-control drum, and he was gasping for breath.

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(End of this chapter)