The world doesn't need succubi to save it.

Angel:?

Cecilia looked at the gun in her hand with a puzzled expression, but she was quite certain that she had not infused it with any extra power.

"Ah, I wasn't talking about you."

After rubbing his lower back, Ning Feng easily got up from the ground, and the bruises on his body disappeared in a very short time.

“Your training is fine, I’m talking about something else.”

"As expected, absorbing demonic divinity in angel form is a bit painful."

Even though I brought it on myself, it really hurt!

The black cat, who had been watching the game idly from the sidelines, didn't miss the opportunity and asked:

How do you feel?

"Feeling? Let me think how to describe it..."

Without pausing for a moment, Ning Feng charged straight at Angel after raising his gun.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Unlike at the beginning when he would be knocked away immediately, Ning Feng's movements were now more elegant and sharper than before!

While battling the angels, Ning Feng seriously pondered that feeling:

"It felt like the blood flowing through my veins was no longer blood, but magma; every breath felt like being cut by a knife in my chest."

"Even now, I feel like a part of my body doesn't belong to me, and I feel hot and cold all the time."

It's not really that noticeable.

"Maybe it's because I'm used to it."

His smile remained calm as he answered. After dodging the fierce piercing attack, Ning Feng charged towards Cecilia as if sacrificing himself.

The spear in Ning Feng's hand suddenly shattered at the tip of the spear in her hand, but his movements did not stop at all, and he continued to move forward without hesitation!

laugh.

As expected, the spear pierced Ning Feng's body. The angel's face showed no pity; the attack, which was originally meant to pierce the heart, was changed at the last moment to pierce the right chest.

"cough!"

Blood spurted from his mouth, but Ning Feng's smile remained unchanged. Completely disregarding the worsening of his wounds, he continued to charge forward.

"Ugh……"

card.

Finally, before the spear could tear Ning Feng's body further apart, the spear made of light shattered with a deafening roar.

The light that originally represented destructive power quickly merged into Ning Feng's wounds, causing the damaged flesh to grow and heal rapidly.

Ning Feng, covered in blood, finally embraced his opponent.

"finally……"

He hugged the somewhat bewildered angel tightly, then whispered with a smile in her ear:

"Got you."

Kacha!

The next moment, the angel who had just been in his arms shattered and disappeared like a piece of glass, leaving Ning Feng standing there in the same embracing posture.

"This is really..."

[Are you shy?]

"Yeah, I think so too."

The person and the cat looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Looking down at his blood-stained, tattered shirt, Ning Feng tore it to shreds and threw it on the ground.

[You've finished training, so... you've made up your mind?]

"You guessed it? Well, I've definitely made up my mind."

"Then let's set off."

Ning Feng looked at his different reflection in the mirror and smiled:

"I want to go to the front lines."

“Use the identity registered in the angelic lineage at the court.”

Chapter 374 [Friends]

"Alright, that's enough for now."

cough cough.

"Yes."

A hoarse, dry voice came from deep within the room, causing Andrew, who was giving the report, to shut his mouth and put down the documents in his hand.

"...That concludes the report. If you have no further tasks, I shall take my leave now."

After saying this, Andrew was about to leave as usual, not expecting any further response.

But just as he turned around, he heard a voice inside:

"Ahem, Andrew..."

!

"My lord, I am here."

Andrew immediately turned around and knelt on one knee, respectfully waiting for the other party to continue speaking.

"Don't be so nervous. You have another mission today and need to leave the team briefly, right? Cough cough..."

In the dimly lit room, Andrew knelt on one knee in the doorway, listening intently to the weak voice inside, and answered earnestly:

"Yes, sir. I am going to welcome a friend who has volunteered to come to the front lines. I have already submitted the details in the report."

With his head bowed respectfully, Andrew did not look at the figure hiding in the shadows.

Even without seeing, he could sense the other person's weakness and pain.

However, it is powerful.

Even if the other party appears so weak, their strength is beyond doubt.

This is a legend.

He was also one of the three legends sent by the Tribunal to the Second Front.

Fera, title: [The Constipation Knight]

A legend with a very strange and rather unseemly title.

But contrary to Fira's strange title and withered appearance, this legendary figure, who was plagued by illness, was not really weak; he was highly skilled in commanding large-scale battles.

He had already proven his abilities.

The warriors under his command consistently had the lowest casualty rate among the three legends and were the most respected.

Unlike another Grand Duke of Coldthorn, whose warriors, despite achieving the best results, also suffered consistently high casualty rates and required constant replenishment of their ranks with new recruits.

"Coming to the front lines voluntarily? You must be out of your mind... The kids from other branches? Ah, you probably don't know..."

“I know, sir.”

After spending some time with him, Andrew had gained some understanding of the language used by this consumptive knight.

In this legend's eyes, all other branches of the Watchers were collectively referred to as divisions.

In his eyes, all the Overwatch members who came to the front lines, including himself and Crow, were just clueless kids.

“He didn’t come from another department; he was a comrade-in-arms from the court.”

"Ah... I see. There's a child who dreams of becoming a hero."

Cough cough cough...

After coughing laboriously for a long time and pausing for quite a while, the tuberculosis knight finally continued:

"Then let's leave it at that. Let him stay here with me a little longer, and he'll come to terms with reality."

"We are not heroes, we are just a group of warriors who want to protect their homeland, and even heroes can die."

Just when the Constipation Knight was losing interest, Andrew had to dampen his spirits once again.

"……grown ups."

"Cough cough, huh?"

"Take a deep breath through your nose," Andrew said in a low voice.

"My friend, he will not fight under your command, he..."

Looking up, Andrew gave a wry smile, but he still insisted on saying:

"He voluntarily joined Grand Duke Hanci's team; he was going to the front-line war zone."

"He's going to the Bloodbath Zone."

The room fell silent; even the coughing stopped.

After a long silence, the Constipation Knight slowly spoke:

"That's settled then, you can go now."

"Yes."

Andrew rose, bowed deeply to the knight in the shadows, and strode out.

Silently watching the former Raven, who had shone brightly in a previous match, depart, the Constipated Knight sighed deeply:

"Since you're so eager to die, there's no point in me saying anything more."

rustle……