NOVPUBChapter 182: Chapter 181: Seeing Leisk Again
Chapter 182 -181: Seeing Leisk Again
Ailuodi flapped her wings, trying to right her body and gain distance from the enemy, but the continuous stabbing pain in her abdomen caused her to become disoriented, unable to concentrate and control her direction.
The Divine Envoy, who had been torn apart, was rapidly regenerating. At the same time, four black cloth strips shot out from his body, reaching for the angel who was tumbling backward through the air.
Just as Ailuodi was about to be captured again, a figure burst out of the fog and leaped, colliding with her embrace and carrying her toward the edge of the deck.
Ailuodi saw the person’s appearance.
“It’s you…”
Leisk still looked the same as before; donning a suit hadn’t turned him into a cold stranger. The concern and worry in his eyes as he looked at Ailuodi were the same as when he looked at the slaves in the transport carriage’s iron cages. To Ailuodi, he seemed more fitting in his previous ragged attire than his present dapper appearance since those nobles would never show a trace of sympathy for those suffering.
Leisk didn’t say much, only a simple command, “Breathe.”
They fell from the sky, and then with a splash, they landed in the cold ocean.
The sticky resistance finally vanished completely. Ailuodi pressed one hand on her abdomen, allowing wishing power to surge toward the wound—this was an angel’s method of self-rescue, which could rapidly seal the injury at the cost of a vast amount of wishing power. She had always thought this last bit of power should be used to get revenge on demons, but now she had a partner who provided an endless supply of wishing power.
Even though this method was a temporary fix, it was enough for an escape. After the pain was suppressed, she quickly surfaced and used her wings to take flight. By then, the cruise ship had sailed nearly a hundred meters away. The figure of the Divine Envoy still loomed vaguely on the deck, not pursuing any further. Ailuodi also knew he didn’t have the guts to come after her because he dared to play the apostle of God only within his protective circle.
“Can you hear me talking? Hey, Ailuodi!” Chaoyang’s voice suddenly rang in her mind.
For some reason, the moment she heard this voice, a long-missed sense of relief washed over her, followed by a tide of exhaustion. She wanted to just lie down and float on the ocean’s surface, waiting for the other person to reach her side.
But she quickly remembered that Chaoyang wasn’t an angel; he couldn’t fly over the ocean to find her.
“So you were watching, after all. I thought you were busy with something else.”
“I’ve been watching the whole time, but there was a period—”
Hearing his anxious tone, she suddenly didn’t want to joke with him anymore. “I know, it was the Evil God’s sigil that disrupted our connection. Don’t worry, my injury isn’t serious. I was lucky someone saved me just now… Wait, who was it that saved me?”
She couldn’t recall the name at that moment.
“Leisk, it was Leisk!” Chaoyang reminded her.
“Right, him! Where is he?” As her interrupted memory resumed, Ailuodi scanned the pitch-dark ocean and then spotted a small ripple in the water.
She hurriedly approached and discovered Leisk desperately floundering in the sea, on the verge of drowning.
“Save, save… me, I can’t… cough cough… swim!”
He shouted while choking on water.
To her utter surprise, this guy turned out to be a landlubber. She quickly grabbed the collar of his shirt from behind, pulling him out of the waves.
The heavy consumption of wishing power and her internal abdominal injury made her feel noticeably weak. After briefly discerning the direction, she grabbed Leisk and flew toward the shore.
Ten minutes later, the gray outline of the coastline finally appeared in the angel’s view.
Using the last of her strength, she rushed up to the beach, dumping Leisk in a sand pit and collapsing face-first onto the ground, tumbling several times in the sand before coming to a stop.
Footsteps, muffled and distant, were approaching.
Then someone helped her to her feet.
Seeing the familiar face of the helper, Ailuodi finally managed a smile, “Cough… Does this count as my first mission failure?”
“If you don’t count the time you got the direction of Jenny’s wish wrong as the first,” Chaoyang said, shrugging his shoulders.
“How did you get here so fast?”
“I used a little trick.”
Following the direction from which Chaoyang had come, Ailuodi squinted into the distance and saw a proper off-road vehicle parked at the edge of the beach. It looked much more intimidating than the outdated jalopy they had been using before.
“Isn’t there no electricity?”
“Hand-cranked start, diesel engine, with a differential lock. Aside from having no headlights, it’s no worse than a modern car,” Chaoyang replied, “an upgrade from the system.”
“I don’t believe you.”
Before Ailuodi could finish, she saw the other person extending an arm towards her.
“First, restore some strength.”
“I always feel that angels shouldn’t be like this.”
“Indeed, when we have time later, we can explore other ways to replenish magic.”
“Replenish magic? Sounds weird.” Ailuodi knew this was no time for modesty, as cultists might attack at any moment. She took hold of the offered arm and bit down. A surge of wishing power flowed into her chest, warming her cold body and securing the wound in her abdomen a second time.
Fatigue and weakness disappeared with it.
Power once again filled the girl’s body.
On the other side, Leisk, too, shook his dazed head and sat up from the sandpit. He turned to glance at the pair, then patted off the sand, ready to leave.
“Hold on, have you eaten dinner yet?” Chaoyang shouted at him.
Leisk nearly stumbled and fell again at the shout.
He turned his head in surprise to confirm Chaoyang wasn’t calling to someone else.
“What, don’t you remember me? I remember you… on the GaoTian Mining slave transport train, your name was Leisk, the leader of those miners,” Chaoyang said again.
This time, Leisk was truly shocked—perhaps even more so than when he saw Mr. Fork, the evil cult leader, “Who are you? How do you know my name?”
Only then did Chaoyang remember, he had never truly met the man face-to-face; everything that had happened on the train he had observed from the player’s perspective.
“I told him,” Ailuodi interjected, “You must remember me, right?”
“Why do even you…” Leisk was taken aback, a look of bewilderment in his eyes.
“We have fought side by side after all; is it that hard to accept remembering your name?”
“Of course, it is!” However, his response completely surprised them both, “If Hidden Mist can’t make you forget, then this world isn’t far from annihilation!”
Chaoyang and Ailuodi exchanged glances.
“So you really are a disciple of the Sect of Hidden Mist? Came here for some heretical cult gathering?”
“The Envoy of Mist isn’t some Evil God; it was born from the countless pleas of the people, a Latter God, the guardian angel of the human world!” Leisk immediately retorted, “It’s just that everyone has forgotten it, even mistaking it for an Evil God. Even so, it hasn’t abandoned you!”
The two fell silent for a moment, then uttered a meaningful ‘oh’.
“I see.”
This time, it was Leisk’s turn to struggle, “You just believe it? Not going to question it at all?”
“Question what? I’ve never thought you resembled a cultist from the start,” Chaoyang said, spreading his hands, “Of course, there are quite a few questions I’d like to ask. Can we walk and talk? The city’s probably in uproar by now.”
“What happened in the city?” Ailuodi asked.
“The cultists have launched a war against Magnificent Castle,” Chaoyang said solemnly, “That guy wasn’t lying; they want to turn the city into the stronghold of the Seventh Evil God.”
