About how my wife resurrected me as tentacles after my death.

The defensive line on the city wall has been broken.

The tail of the sub-level 5 demonic dragon swept across.

Lian Qi was thrown away by the shockwave, his back slammed against a tree trunk, and he slid down with a muffled groan.

She gritted her teeth and didn't cry, but her eyes were already red.

I feel so hopeless.

How could we possibly win?

Level 3 magical beasts roam the ground, there are two level 4 magical beasts, and there is also a sub-level 5 magical dragon whose mere aura is enough to make people lose their footing.

The reinforcements from the south will take at least several more hours, but the northern city wall has already been completely breached.

If we continue to hold on, it will be like using human lives to build a city wall.

"Is this... God...?"

A young hunter next to her suddenly spoke up.

He opened his mouth wide, completely dumbfounded.

"God's mother!" another old hunter cursed, but as soon as he finished cursing, he looked up and was dumbfounded.

"Is this... God...?"

Lian Qi, clutching his injured arm, also looked up, following everyone's gaze.

The rain was so heavy that visibility was poor, but she still managed to see it.

Outside the breach in the city wall, a figure stood in the rain.

Yu Wan stood there.

Behind her were countless dark purple tentacle phantoms.

It twisted and swelled in the torrential rain, obscuring half the sky.

The outlines of each phantom were blurred and indescribable.

Just one look at it is enough to make the back of your head go numb, your knees go weak, and make you instinctively want to kneel down.

But Lian Qi did not kneel.

Because she recognized that figure from behind.

White hair, red eyes, and a cold profile.

It's Sister Yu Wan.

Yu Wan took a step forward.

The tentacle phantom behind her also took a step forward.

Its imposing aura was like an invisible mountain, pressing down directly on the sub-level 5 demonic dragon.

That dragon had been swaggering on the city wall, its wings flapping so powerfully they could send hunters flying.

Now its wings are folded back, and its claws are digging firmly into the ground.

He could only let out a low growl.

But it didn't move, because it dared not.

It sensed from the tiny human before it the aura of a predator far more advanced than itself.

It wasn't the aura of a monster, but more like the aura of a god.

Yu Wan raised her head, her white hair fluttering, revealing her blood-red eyes.

She was actually a little nervous.

This was her first time facing a level 5 monster, and also the first time Chen Yuan had revealed her strongest form since advancing to the second-tier believer.

But she wasn't afraid of the monsters; she was just worried about whether Chen Yuan would get hurt.

But Chen Yuan was completely different at this moment; he was totally high.

This power is so strong, so exhilarating!

The level 4 monster I casually killed last time was nothing; it didn't really test the waters.

He's practically a reincarnation of an evil god.

However, it must be resolved as soon as possible.

This kind of extreme exertion is too energy-consuming and can't be sustained for long.

His tentacle phantoms expanded to their fullest extent behind Yu Wan, the dark golden patterns glowing as if burning in the torrential rain.

The level 5 demonic dragon roared and ordered a level 4 demonic beast beside it to attack first.

But before that level-four magical beast could even take its first step, it was shredded by an invisible force!

The sheer pressure alone is enough to crush them.

Blood rained down from the sky.

The sub-level 5 demonic dragon has finally made a move.

It lowered its enormous head, and then...

It slammed hard onto the ground.

It stopped moving.

A sob escaped from his throat.

The last remaining level-four magical beast looked at its leader, its legs went weak, and it could only kneel down as well.

.......

"This is... surrender..."

The young hunter next to Lian Qi muttered to himself, his voice trembling. He had witnessed an unbelievable scene.

A level 5 monster, about to break through the defenses, knelt and kowtowed in the rain, all because of a stranger who had suddenly barged in.

The strongest hunter he had ever seen was one who could kill a level 3 magical beast single-handedly.

The person in front of her didn't even have to lift a finger; the monster knelt down on its own.

"Damn it!" The old hunter could only manage to utter this one word, feeling that nothing more could express it.

However, despite her submission, Yu Wan didn't like it at all.

Because it just yelled at Ayuan.

Chen Yuan has a few minutes left in his mimicry for today, which should be enough.

Black liquid gushed from her right hand and condensed into a long sword in her palm.

She gripped her sword and took a step forward.

The sub-level 5 demonic dragon remained kneeling, probably believing that it would not be killed since it had already submitted.

In the world of Warcraft, surrendering means admitting defeat, and admitting defeat means you don't have to die.

But it didn't understand; it had just yelled at the wrong person.

Yu Wan slashed horizontally, the sword blade cutting through the rain, and the dragon head slid off her neck.

Dragon blood gushed out, mixing with the rainwater and staining the entire ground red.

But it didn't die.

The life force of a level 5 monster cannot be ended by beheading.

The headless body struggled desperately to stand up.

But just as its front paws lifted half of its body, the tentacle phantom pressed it back firmly to the ground.

Its massive body crushed the rubble beneath it, and a spiderweb-like pattern of cracks appeared on the ground.

With another sword strike, he cleaved open the heart and reached into the ruptured chest cavity to retrieve the demonic core.

It was about the size of a fist, and its surface was covered with a thick layer of bloody aura.

Actually, if this dragon hadn't begged for mercy from the beginning and had instead held out until her form ended, she probably would have run away.

Anyway, it's not like it's the first time they've run away.

Last time, when I took A-Yuan out of the city, we were also chased by monsters.

The last remaining level-four magical beast was still kneeling on the spot, its four legs trembling like a leaf.

It looked at the dragon head on the ground, then at the still-dripping black sword in Yu Wan's hand, and was utterly speechless.

Am I going to die too?

Taking advantage of the last bit of time before the form was fully formed, Yu Wan finished off the level four magical beast.

One sword strike, clean and swift, just like the level four beast I killed outside the city last time, leaving it no room to struggle.

From start to finish, it took less than five minutes.

The city walls were so quiet that only the sound of rain could be heard.

Those hunters who were just shouting "For the Alliance!" are now all dumbfounded, heads tilted back, mouths agape.

No one speaks.

They couldn't see her face clearly either; it was as if she were staring into an abyss.

The passive voice of the whisper is still in effect.

But they could feel that indescribable power slowly fading away, like the receding tide, flowing back into her body layer by layer.

The tentacle phantoms contracted, and the black sword turned into liquid, flowing back onto her chest and transforming back into small tentacles.

Yu Wan turned around and walked towards the city gate.

As she passed by Lian Qi, Lian Qi looked up at her, his lips trembling, and finally managed to utter a name:

"Yu... Sister Yu Wan..."

"Um."

Yu Wan paused for a moment, wiping the dragon blood off her face with the back of her hand, but instead of cleaning it off, she made it even more smudged.

"Tell the capital that the mission is complete."

After saying that, she continued walking forward.

Lian Qi sat in the rain, watching that figure disappear behind the corner of the city wall.

She suddenly remembered what she had said in the archives earlier.

"I can help."

Then she looked down at her still trembling fingers and realized that she probably would never be able to help Sister Yu Wan in this lifetime.

........

On the way home, Chen Yuan let out a weak "plop".

That strongest form just now really consumed too much energy, unleashing all the energy I had accumulated after advancing to the second-tier believer.

He doesn't even have the strength to move now.

Fortunately, we finished work quickly enough.

Within five minutes, it was right at the critical point where the pattern was about to end.

If he had delayed for another half a minute, he would have transformed from a noble tentacle phantom into a limp, purple glutinous rice ball in full view of everyone.

Just make sure you don't roll onto the ground.

In that case, it wouldn't be a "god," but rather "something purple fell off her."

This is a huge misunderstanding.

Moreover, he noticed that Xiao Yuwan was becoming increasingly adept at putting on airs.

"Tell the capital that the mission is complete," nine words, concise and to the point.

He gives his wife full marks for being pretentious.

But Yu Wan wasn't thinking about that at all at that moment.

It's already very late, and I haven't taken a shower yet.

We need to go back quickly and finish what we didn't finish with A-Yuan.

The bathroom segment that was interrupted by that masked man this afternoon is still owed.

She was a little tired, and her legs felt weak.

But it's okay... A-Yuan will be very gentle later.

Whenever she got tired, he would gently loosen his tentacles and slow down his movements.

It feels so good... so good...

Then in the morning, I can transform back into Ah-Yuan and do it again... that would be even more comfortable...

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.