Cat Princess and Human Knight

Upon seeing the sleeping Ilya, Yi Yin could not contain himself. He rushed over to hug Ilya, but was blocked by an invisible wall.

He frantically tried to turn the corner, but couldn't get any closer. Gazing at Ilya, who was so close yet untouchable, Yi Yin glared fiercely at Astraea beside him.

"Give me back Ilya! Give her back to me!!!"

Astraea was in a state of turmoil. Looking at Yi Yin's face and his naked body, she found herself unable to look away.

Suddenly, her face turned deathly pale. Having mastered the source of life, she sensed the changes within herself—things she, like Ilya, had long since lost. She had returned.

She was panicked and kept muttering to herself.

"Impossible, this can't be! Why did it turn out like this? Why did this happen to me..."

An indescribable, unbearable shame welled up inside Astraea, and she didn't even dare to look at the sleeping Ilya.

At that moment, she seemed to transform into the most shameless woman, the kind of scum who would kill her friend in order to steal her man.

Strictly speaking, Astraea and Illya's mothers are from the same generation, and Astraea's tolerant attitude towards Illya is itself an example of an adult giving way to a younger child.

Astraea's fingers trembled slightly. Even when faced with Ilya's self-destructive explosion of her innate magic runes, she had never felt so helpless or lost her composure.

She looked at Yi-eun with complicated emotions, her feelings for him surging like a spring, so strong that she dared not look at him a second time.

After catching her breath, Astraea felt an even tighter tightness in her chest. She had already been injured in the explosion while protecting herself and Ilya, and her current state of mind only exacerbated her injuries.

She sighed, and with a flick of her finger, a green light shone towards Yi Yin, instantly restoring Yi Yin's hair and fur.

With a flick of his wrist, a green robe of unknown material covered Yi Yin's body, which made Astraea's heart race, and was now on his body.

Then, Astraea and Ilya floated up together and drifted into the air, as if she had chosen to escape in a disheveled state.

As Yi Yin watched the sleeping Ilya drift further and further away, he jumped up and shouted.

"Come back! Give Ilya back to me!"

Astraea dared not turn around; she could no longer control her emotions, and the surging spring tide filled her face with an unusual blush.

She carried Yi Yin on her back and spoke softly.

"I'll let you go this time, considering Ilya fought to the death."

Ilya self-destructed her innate magic runes. I could only protect her physical body, but her spirit was greatly impacted, and her soul fell into a restorative slumber.

I don't know how long she'll be asleep before she wakes up, and you're powerless to protect her, so I have to take her away.

Astraea couldn't help but turn back to look at Yi-yin one last time. Seeing his heartbroken face, her own heart started pounding faster and faster, becoming increasingly erratic.

"You... be careful, the threat doesn't just come from the God of Darkness, the God of Light has also set his sights on you."

After saying this, Astraea was already overwhelmed with shame.

What am I doing? I'm acting so strange. Why did I say that to him? Am I even concerned about him?

This seemingly gentle but inwardly strong human elite is a powerful woman who, for the sake of humanity's future, rationally chooses to kill the king of the otherworld.

An unprecedented sense of confusion appeared in her eyes; she only wanted to escape this place as soon as possible.

With a sigh, Astraea shook her head and disappeared into the horizon with the sleeping Ilya.

Astraea, whose mind was in complete turmoil, was unaware of what was happening.

Despite seemingly lacking any extraordinary power, Yi Yin was only injured in the hair during his own all-out attack and Illya's subsequent self-destruction, something even Astraea herself couldn't easily achieve.

Yi Yin stared blankly at the two women who had disappeared into the air, his mind blank and his face dazed.

The good news is that Ilya didn't die; the bad news is that she left him, and he doesn't know when he'll see her again.

When Yi Yin came to his senses, he looked at the flattened mountain and his body trembled. Only now did he truly feel the power of the human race.

No wonder the cats are so afraid of humans.

The conflict between the two women was so powerful that it caused the heavens and earth to collapse, mountains to be moved and seas to be filled, and the natural landscape of the entire rocky hills was completely altered.

His relaxed mood from playing in another world was completely shattered by the breathtakingly transformed scenery before him.

Finally, Yi-eun sighed.

Indeed, it's not easy to get by in any world.

Looking at Ilya, who had disappeared from sight in the sky, and recalling her beautiful sleeping appearance, Yi Yin felt a mix of emotions.

A man's growth requires the nurturing of a woman, both spiritually and physically; a man becomes more mature through the presence of a woman.

Yi Yin didn't know when he would see Ilya again, but he believed that Ilya would definitely come back to find him, and that he would be even better and more composed than he was now.

Next time, he will never be so pathetic, watching helplessly as his woman fights for her life.

As for Astraea... Yi Yin clenched his fist tightly as he watched his heart rate surge.

You can't escape, we'll meet again.

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On the walls of the gray rock castle, the Marquis of Velvet Carpet solemnly watched the cat knights galloping ahead. The arrowheads of the wedge formation pointed directly at the enemy lines as they charged headlong into the densely packed, fish-scale-like nomadic cat horde.

He shouted.

"All military personnel of the rank of attendant and above shall leave the city and engage the enemy on foot!"

The nobleman beside him was taken aback.

"Aren't we going to defend the city?"

The Marquis of Velvet grabbed his collar and said fiercely.

"Our compatriots are fighting a bloody battle, how can we stand idly by? If they are defeated, do you think we can still defend the city?"

"Leave the city!"

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Duke Snowclaw and Marquis Iron Oak charged side by side at the front of the procession, these two great nobles of the Rocky Hills had never worked together so closely.

The distorted faces of the first-row clan cats, filled with fear and unable to flee, were right before them. Holding spears, they crouched on the ground, not daring to close their eyes, forcing themselves to stare at the surging lynx riders ahead.

At the last moment, his personal guards bypassed the two noblemen and rushed into the enemy ranks.

The long lance slammed into the clan cats in the first row, the shaft shattering instantly. At the same time, the lynx mount leaped high into the air and charged into the enemy ranks, tearing at them with its claws and ramming them with its body.

The arrowhead pierced the fish scales, breaking through a small opening, and more and more cavalrymen poured in through the gap, widening it further.

The clan cats flanking the lynx mount swarmed around it, wielding battle axes and viciously hacking at its lower limbs.

The lynx, in pain, fell to the ground, and the overturned cat knight rolled on the ground, drew his sword, and fought fiercely with the clan cats, sword and shield in hand.

Orgrimmar, Blackhand's lieutenant. The Claw of Destruction himself led a squad of towering Siberian forest cats forward, wielding warhammers and viciously hammering at the cat riders' armor.

Ironthorn Knight led a squad of ocelot riders in a charge, breaking up Orgrimmar's ranks, and the ocelots and Siberian cats clashed together.

The snow owl riders circled in the air, precisely hurling their poisoned spears at the charging cat riders, knocking down one lynx mount after another and disrupting their formation.

More and more cat riders fell off their mounts, but the dismounted riders remained fierce. They shouted familiar names, formed three-person and five-person formations back to back, and fought together while covering each other.

The center of the fish-scale formation was breached, and the smaller formations on both sides desperately squeezed towards the center, like a meat grinder, constantly consuming the cat knights who rushed in.

Marquis Velvet, leading his foot knights and squires, charged out of the city, desperately protecting the gaps left by the knights' charge.

The battle became increasingly intense, and the numerical disadvantage in the rocky hills became more and more obvious.

In the chaotic, bloody battle, no one dared to bring any of their underlings into the fray, for a single misstep could shatter their own lines and morale.

A thousand elite troops from the rocky hills faced three thousand elite troops from the nomadic cat pack. No amount of morale-boosting could make up for the numerical disadvantage.

As time passed, the rocky hills had been compressed together and were about to be broken up and annihilated.

The decline is already evident, and defeat is inevitable.