Regarding the matter of awakening lightning abilities after transformation

While pondering, Gu Cheng sighed softly and wrapped her arms around her knees.

“I’m a little worried,” she said.

Su Wanxi glanced down at her fiancée and leaned closer, asking, "Are you worried about that Mr. Liu?"

China sent two S-class Awakened to the event, one of whom is already dead, and the whereabouts of the other Awakened whose abilities are related to time are currently unknown.

Gu Cheng smiled and thought that since they slept in the same bed every day, she knew what he was thinking without him saying a word. So she reached out and held Su Wanxi's soft hand, her slender fingers gently stroking the back of her hand.

"I'm not afraid to confront that person head-on, but I'm worried he might stab us in the back when we're not looking..."

Feeling the delicate leather texture in her palm, Gu Cheng lowered her eyes and noticed that Su Wanxi had turned her wrist over, revealing her slender, white fingers peeking out from under her glove, which were now intertwined with hers.

“You don’t dare to easily trust your teammates…” Su Wanxi lowered her voice, her breath sweet as orchids. “Sowing the seeds of doubt is also part of their plan.”

Once a traitor appears in the team, it is easy to fall into a situation where everyone is in danger, and no one knows whether the gun that was pointed at the monster one second will be pointed at them the next.

“The so-called open conspiracy,” Miss Gu said leisurely.

The three of them sat there chatting for the entire afternoon, but still couldn't find any way to break the deadlock. What troubled Gu Cheng the most was the increasingly thick black fog in the air.

The fresh blood from the real world undoubtedly accelerated Nidhogg's incubation process. Based on combat experience, its birth was due within the next day or two, and they didn't have the extra time or energy to find another traitor.

At 5:30 p.m., the sun began to set, and the dark gray sky was faintly tinged with a deep red.

Zhao Xinfeng placed the fourth paper angel high in the sky, giving him a panoramic view of the entire camp.

Qin Kexin's addition filled the team's only weakness in communication. Now, in addition to sharing high-altitude vision in real time, Awakened can also use mental communication, which is 10,000 times more advanced than shouting, for wartime communication.

Tomorrow will be the end of everything.

The fate of civilization, its demise or its continuation, hinges on this one battle.

......

Late at night, Qin Kexin, as the communication server, needed to replenish her mental energy in time, so she went back to her sleeping bag to catch up on sleep early. Su Wanxi, on the other hand, squeezed into a tent with Gu Cheng under the arrangement of his fiancée and commander.

“You haven’t slept for the past few days, so I’ll keep watch tonight.”

Su Wanxi crossed her long legs, her smooth, black hair draped over her shoulders like a light veil, and she held a light green chewing gum in her hand.

Gu Cheng blinked after hearing this and asked softly, "Wanwan, how did you know I wasn't asleep?" She hadn't mentioned this to the other person at all.

Su Wanxi ruffled the girl's hair and parted her pink lips slightly: "I was just guessing before, but now I'm sure."

Although she couldn't see any dark circles under her eyes, based on her understanding of Gu Cheng, the latter was likely busy running around for others, leaving herself very little time to rest.

Seeing that the girl wanted to say something, Su Wanxi poked her forehead, shutting down the conversation.

"I rested in bed for a day and two nights before I came to see you because of my injury. Now I am full of energy, so there is no need to worry about me."

As the woman spoke, she took a blanket out of her bag. As she expected, the plastic film was still crumpled and hadn't been removed.

Su Wanxi lowered her head to help spread the cloth, her delicate cheek pressed very close to Su Wanxi's, and a faint fragrance wafted over.

Gu Cheng suddenly felt her body go limp, so she didn't insist anymore. She just told the other person to wake her up immediately if she got tired.

Su Wanxi agreed softly and slowly sat down at the head of Gu Cheng's bed. In the dim light, she saw her reflection in those clear, bright brown eyes.

The woman paused, then her gaze softened.

"Honey, would you like to hear a bedtime story?"

Chapter 416, Section 424: The Riddle Snake

As night deepened, thick, inky fog obscured the starlight. Outside the tents, the sound of a campfire burning continuously, accompanied by tiny crackling sounds, drifted in and out with the howling wind, carrying a chill that seeped into the camp.

Su Wanxi gently adjusted her collar and looked down at Gu Cheng.

The girl was fast asleep, her breathing was even and long, her delicate nose trembled slightly with her movements, her skin was as white as snow, and a few strands of brown hair fell around her ears, like tassels or necklaces.

Rewind an hour. After noticing that someone was getting more and more engrossed in listening, Su Wanxi decisively gave up telling Gu Cheng a story and instead lowered her head to hum a piano piece, from Autumn Whispers to Canon, and then to Rain's Impression and Windmill Town.

The woman's voice was gentle and melodious, yet upon closer listening, it also possessed a clear and refreshing quality, like a cold stream flowing over cold rocks. As Gu Cheng listened to the song, she inhaled the fragrance that filled the room. Her slender arms unconsciously wrapped around Su Wanxi's hands, which were resting on her legs. Her eyelashes kept drooping, eventually covering her eyes.

In stark contrast to Gu Cheng's relaxed demeanor, Su Wanxi was in a state of torment: her left hand was held in her fiancé's arms, and besides the tantalizing breath, the girl's beautiful, snow-white curves were constantly touching her skin.

With nothing to do on night watch, sensory stimulation becomes especially important at this time.

After more than ten minutes, her wrists started to ache from holding the position for too long. Su Wanxi wanted to move but was afraid of waking Gu Cheng, so she could only quietly move her fingers a few times.

A fierce wind howled outside the tent, revealing a vast expanse of scorched earth devoid of life.

Su Wanxi turned the flashlight to its dimmest setting, closed her eyes, and waited for dawn.

In the dead of night, with the evening breeze still blowing, a rustling sound suddenly came from outside, as if someone was walking barefoot on the sand, approaching step by step. Su Wanxi woke up instantly and gripped her pistol tightly in her right hand.

Suddenly, a snow-white, delicate hand lifted the curtain, and a stunningly beautiful young woman entered the tent. She pursed her lips, her clear, bright eyes with narrow, vertical pupils that seemed to hold a hint of dark gold.

Ying Qiuhuai gently sat down opposite Su Wanxi, wearing only a rough robe, or rather, it wasn't even a robe, but just a curtain that she had casually torn off somewhere and cut into a style that could cover her body.

Two long, white legs, seemingly oblivious to the temperature, simply draped over each other.

From the moment Ying Qiuhuai entered the room to the moment he sat down, everything happened too suddenly. Su Wanxi narrowed her eyes, her dark pupils fixed on the former.

After a long silence, the woman's cherry lips parted slightly: "Long time no see... Miss Ying..."

Su Wanxi spoke softly, seemingly not wanting to wake the sleeping girl. Ying Qiuhuai shifted his gaze away from Gu Cheng, his eyes calm and indifferent.

"For me, half a year is just a blink of an eye." After saying that, she smiled at Su Wanxi: "Miss Su, you have made some progress recently."

Achieving the leap from A to S level signifies an improvement in one's life level. Although it does not directly change the nature of the Awakened Glass Cannon, it does enable them to completely transcend the realm of ordinary people.

In Chinese mythology, she had transcended the ordinary and become a legendary immortal capable of moving mountains and overturning seas.

Su Wanxi did not deny it upon hearing this, and instead looked up and thanked Ying Qiuhuai.

"Thank you, Miss Ying, for healing her eyes."

Ying Qiuhuai, or more specifically, Jormungandr, although she acts strangely and speaks in riddles, it is undeniable that without her gift, Gu Cheng would have died in the previous assassination attempt long ago and would not have made it to the hospital.

In addition to regaining his sight, all of this is a blessing.

"If Miss Ying has any needs, please let me know at any time, and I will do my best to repay you."

Ying Qiuhuai was, after all, an immortal being who had lived for thousands of years and had long since lost all desires for worldly things. In response to Su Wanxi's speech, she simply gave a nonchalant reply.

“I returned to my old home a few days ago and found that the candle wax was almost gone, which means that a guest must have come to visit.”

Su Wanxi nodded, replying that she and Gu Cheng had looked through the letter.

"In that case, you should understand what you're about to face."

Ying Qiuhuai leaned against the tent, his arm propped up to the side. He saw a faint sharpness appear in Su Wanxi's eyes, and his mood became complicated for the first time in a long time.

Soon, she draped her arm over her neck, exuding a more relaxed and casual air.

Su Wanxi slowly spoke, "I know." Not only her, but all the awakened ones who were willing to participate in the operation had already learned the truth.

“Very good,” Ying Qiuhuai said, a smile flitting across her face.

At the same time, Su Wanxi felt a heat on her wrist. She looked down and met a pair of misty, brown eyes.

After sleeping for a few hours, Gu Cheng woke up again when he heard Su Wanxi speaking. The first thing he saw was his fiancée staring blankly at the opposite side. The second thing he saw was a young woman with smooth skin who was almost half-naked.

How could someone come to their tent in the middle of the night, dressed in disheveled clothes?

Just as jealousy welled up, reason returned. Gu Cheng rubbed her eyelids, sat up, and looked at Ying Qiuhuai with great surprise.

"You...how...?"

Ying Qiuhuai turned her head away, implying that Su Wanxi should explain. The woman withdrew her hand, put her arm around Gu Cheng's shoulder again, and whispered about what had just happened.

Gu Cheng listened quietly, her eyes never leaving Ying Qiuhuai.

After Su Wanxi finished speaking, she bit her lip and said softly, "Miss Ying, thank you for treating me."

As expected of a wife, the first thing they thought of was surprisingly the same. Ying Qiuhuai hummed in agreement, her slightly curly long hair covering her collarbone.

"Now that you're awake, I'll keep it short. Regarding Nidhogg, the letter was limited in length, so my description may not be entirely accurate."

"It symbolizes calamity, destruction, and despair. The first two can be seen from its appearance alone. The black dragon's sharp wings and claws are all designed for this purpose. Its giant jaws can spew out extremely destructive light, and its steel-like shell can support it in tearing the sky and the earth apart."

"As for the last point, concerning the power of despair, the moment Nidhogg appears, your spirit will fall into a state of lethargy. You will be unable to stop the seeds of despair from sprouting in your heart. If you do not constantly remind yourself, you will quickly lose your will to fight."

Ying Qiuhuai had witnessed countless wars, large and small, and understood that the factors influencing victory or defeat were not only the quality of equipment and the size of the troops, but also the will of the army responsible for the battle.

What's truly terrifying about Nidhogg isn't its colossal, sky-covering body, but rather the fear and weakness it instills in humanity from the depths of their being.

A brief silence fell over the air as Su Wanxi processed the impactful words with a serious expression, while Gu Cheng frowned, her voice strained.

"Miss Ying...why are you telling us this...?"

This has always been her source of confusion: Jormungandr, the giant serpent that encircles the mortal world, whose blood flows from the same source as Nidhogg.

"Why?" Ying Qiuhuai repeated, staring intently at Gu Cheng.

After a long silence, she replied, "If you succeed, the reason will be revealed."

"What if we fail?" Gu Cheng pressed.

As soon as the woman's voice fell, the light in her dark golden snake eyes dimmed, as if the sea before nightfall had lost its twilight and become cold and deep.

"If you fail."

"Next time we meet, we'll be mortal enemies, locked in a life-or-death struggle."

Chapter 417, Section 425: The Illusory Moon in the Water

Ying Qiuhuai's voice was low, devoid of warmth in the cold night, and his declarative tone seemed to be recounting humanity's predetermined fate.

Jormungandr had no need to lie, nor was there any obligation for him to deceive them; this was simply how it was in the position of a descendant.

Gu Cheng licked her dry lips and quietly tightened her grip on Su Wanxi's hand.

"Monsters representing hatred and death intertwine with shadows, the earth's veins cave in and collapse, and floods will sweep across the western coast of Europe, cross the Ural Mountains, and engulf the Bosphorus Strait... At that time, the world will turn to ashes, and giant serpents from the deep sea will burst forth from the water."

This was a prophecy mentioned by "Beacon of Destiny" before his execution. Ying Qiuhuai paused briefly and emphasized the last paragraph.

"When Nidhogg is born, I will destroy all ships on the sea and stir up the waves to destroy the first line of defense the military has set up on the coast."