He Is Their Mighty Legion

"What do we do now?" Igola asked. "In a sense, Yinzhi actually removed us from this war on purpose." "What about Feili?" Yaxiu looked around. "Feili didn't stay behind?" Igola exchanged a glance with Weixi before saying, "She probably saw that we were fine and went straight after them." "Why did she go after them? Even we..." Yaxiu broke off midway through his sentence as the truth struck him—it was precisely because they were useless now that Feili had to go after them. Although the chances were so slim as to be negligible, at this very moment, the only person left who could turn the tide—who could save All Stars, save Rose, and save everyone—was Feili herself. Meeting the eyes of Igola and Weixi, Yaxiu felt momentarily at a loss. What could they do now? Their imaginary wings were broken, and they were gravely injured. Their fighting strength was practically negligible before a demon. Now they were even abandoned here, while the train hurtled away from them at high speed. Perhaps this was what Feili had wanted all along. She had long hoped they would stay out of this war that did not belong to them. They had already done their utmost; now it was her turn to give it everything she had. Seeing that Yaxiu's trench coat was ragged and torn, stuck in places to his mangled flesh, Weixi stepped over to help him take it off. Just then, Yaxiu heard a clinking sound from one of the pockets. He reached inside and pulled out two car keys bearing star emblems. Only now did he recall that after Rose gave him the car keys to chase after Niya, she had never asked for them back. "We're going after them." Yaxiu gripped the car keys and said resolutely, "Rose still has two sports cars at the back of the train. If luck is on our side, they might still work. We're going after them!" Neither Igola nor Weixi questioned Yaxiu's fanciful decision or even showed surprise, as though they had anticipated it all along. "Let's go." The four of them sprinted toward the rear of the train, but at that moment, Tiramisu and the Abyss youth emerged from the overturned carriages as well. Tiramisu was only lightly injured; instead, the corpse under her control had lost nearly a quarter of its flesh, worn away. Clearly, the instant the train overturned, she had ordered the corpse to embrace her and absorb the impact. And while the Abyss youth was drenched in blood, he could still move normally. He had likely used a miracle to enter his dragonified state during the crash, barely withstanding the impact at 350 kilometers per hour. With the demons gone and Rose not there, they ought to have had no reason to fight to the death, yet Tiramisu and the Abyss youth did not seem to share that view. "Didn't get enough back there?" Weixi dragged her spear behind her, the tip scraping a grating sound across the uneven ground. "If you're willing to stay here and not move, there won't be any need to fight," the Abyss youth said. "I won't let you cause even the slightest trouble for Teacher Longyuan." Tiramisu said nothing, but the corpse beside her, popping its joints and realigning its sinews, made her stance abundantly clear. "Go, Yaxiu." Igola pulled away from Harvey's supporting grip, drew his Direwolf revolver, and loaded it. "Looks like we won't be able to accompany you on the rest of this journey." Yaxiu knew this was no time for hesitation or sentimentality. Even with Weixi, their bond was one forged through life and death. He decisively left them behind and dashed forward. Relying on the muscle-contraction hemostasis technique Tamashi had taught him, he barely suppressed his internal injuries enough to keep them from hindering his normal movement. Yet before he could run far, new enemies barred his path—corpses. Mangled corpses crawled out of the overturned carriages one after another. The dense aura of death almost warped the air; train cars began to rust, and grass and trees began to wither. Though it might have been bias, Yaxiu's immediate thought was that this was definitely Yejian's doing. Only the Blood Moon Supreme Lord had both the capability and the malice to do something so spiteful and self-defeating. While these corpses were slow-moving and possessed weak combat strength, they were enough to make every step an ordeal—and Yaxiu was racing against the clock. He took a deep breath, raised his dual swords, and plunged into the horde of corpses, cutting through them as fast as he could! "Sorry." "Sorry." "I'm sorry!" Regardless of whether those before him were men or women, young or old, beautiful or hideous, highborn or lowly, Yaxiu showed not the slightest hesitation. His blades brutally tore through flesh, carving out a blood-soaked path like a meat grinder, as calm as Death himself walking among mortals. He couldn't save them, couldn't save All Stars, and might not even be able to save anyone at all, but as long as there remained even a glimmer of a chance, he was willing to wager everything! He was already a ruined gambler, and no one would stop him from taking his seat at the final table! Clap. Pairs of arms reached up from below, latching onto his legs. As Yaxiu swung his sword back to hack them away, other corpses swarmed him in a frenzy. Their hideous, contorted faces seemed to sneer that he had no right to join the demons' gamble—that a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood was his true resting place. Clang! The path before Yaxiu suddenly cleared as corpses were severed cleanly in two. Amidst the storm of blood and gore, he caught sight of that dazzling, breathtaking red-haired swordswoman. "Go!" Spiral dual swords paved the way ahead while a straight blade guarded the flanks. Yaxiu and Niya were a seamless slaughtering pair. Not a single corpse could delay their stride for another second, and in no time at all, they reached the cargo carriage. Their luck was remarkably good: this carriage hadn't overturned. When Yaxiu cleaved open the carriage with his sword, Rose's sports cars were still securely strapped inside, completely intact! He yanked the door open, inserted the key, and ignited the engine. The thrilling rumble of the sports car sent a rush of adrenaline coursing through Yaxiu's veins. Buckling his seatbelt, he turned to Niya, who was still cutting down foes, and shouted, "Get in, quick!" Slam! What answered him was the heavy thud of the car door slamming shut. Yaxiu stared at her in shock. Niya pulled the lever to raise the cargo ramp at the front of the carriage and said, "I'm not coming." "I'm too weak, and I'm not special." She looked at Yaxiu. "There's no place for me on that battlefield." "But here, Igola, Harvey, and Weixi need my help. This is where my battlefield is." "So you have to go after them. You have to fight alongside Feili and Rose." Niya said earnestly, "They might not need me, but they definitely need you." "Go." Yaxiu gripped the heavy steering wheel tightly and slammed down on the accelerator. Rocketing to a hundred kilometers per hour within 1.5 seconds, the car blasted out of the carriage almost instantly, plowing through the multitude of corpses blocking its path and tearing up the ramp onto the high-speed rail tracks. The severed carriages quickly shrank and vanished in the rearview mirror. Yaxiu knew he had set out on the final leg of this journey. He had no companions at his side, and he had to catch up to the train hurtling along the rails, above which hovered the most terrifying demons. Yet there was not the slightest trace of hesitation in his heart. Perhaps it was because Rose had left him the Oracle Comet, the fastest sports car in the Country of All Stars; or perhaps it was because Niya was right. He couldn't leave Feili to fight all alone, nor could he let Rose meet her destined end in solitude. Even if Yaxiu was powerless, he had to hurry to that final battlefield. Because he was their mighty legion.