. Large hostile force detected on the ground."
"Shut up!" Wang Tong bawled out.
Finally, with a blaring thunder, Wang Tong emerged out from the tunnel entrance, but it was too late.
Ma Xiaoru attempted at the mini nuke, but lacked the proficiency in using such a sophisticated weapon with limited time. Before she could aim at the mass of the Zerg army, a Diamond Beetle flew into her wrist and came out from the other end. She dropped the nuke, but another air born Zerg flew by and picked it up before it even landed on the ground. The pain in her wrist sucked the remaining soul energy dry. Her METAL disappeared as a Scorpian Zerg cast a stretchy shadow over her frail body.
Under the sun, the ground glistered with fresh blood; red, human blood.
Wang Tong let out a saddened howl laced with the unswerving promise of death. His eyes burned with an unnerving golden luster that screamed for vengeance, and his soul energy soared up to an uncountable magnitude. Wang Tong's soul energy permeated through the air, drawing the Zerg's attention.
Wang Tong dashed forward, and with a bright flash, a Diamond Beetle was sliced in half
The attack had broken Wang Tong's blade in two. The upper portion of the blade was then lined by a deadly glow of GN force, forming a sharp edge that protruded out from where it had broken off.
In one sweep of the blade, Wang Tong had ended the life of a dozen Zergs in front of him. Waves of soul energy spilled out from his body like boiling poison in a cauldron. The rest of the Zergs retreated a step back, fearing to wade into that deadly deluge of soul energy.
Fear was contagious, even among the Zergs. But their collective fear, once sensed by the mastermind, quickly turned into an appetite for power. The mastermind had locked onto his target: the strongest opponent it had met in a few hundred years, a satisfying entrée.
Ma Xiaoru's face was pale, and she still refused to take off that warm smile in front of Wang Tong "If... I will never let you go!"
Ma Xiaoru reached out to Wang Tong's face, and her blood-stained finger paused midway before it collapsed with her arm.
It was too late for Wang Tong to be finally convinced that Ma Xiaoru had recovered her memory.
Throwing his head back, Wang Tong screamed at the sky. Regret and remorse would not bring Ma Xiaoru back, but that heartache was the only thing left of her. Rage burned through the thin pretense of reason, leaving Wang Tong with only one thought: Kill
"I am sorry Mr. Wannabe; I won't be able to bring you to the Hall of Valhalla anymore" Rays of bright lights shot out from his skin as his physical body was no longer able to contain the roaring torrent of GN force.
As he laid Ma Xiaoru's body on the ground, he felt her body was light as a feather.
"Kiddo! Kill these bastards!"
Wang Tong heard Mr. Wannabe's voice.
"METAL!"
The heat of anger had vaporized the tear and sorrow in Wang Tong's eyes. Instead, the two golden pools burnt with the luster that meant only death.
"Master. Weapon."
Two curved blades suddenly showed up in Wang Tong's hands, surrounded by a dark light that threatened to devour all living things.
Kill! kill!
Kill! Kill!
KILL! Kill!
KILL! KILL!
The blade traced dark and forbidden curves one after another, slicing and cutting through the shell into the flesh of Zergs.
KILL! KILL! KILL
More Zergs swarmed at Wang Tong; their sanity seemed to be nibbled away by the extreme display of power in front of them.
Among the Zerg forces stood a strange shadow. It was strange preciously because it was standing like a human. There was a particular measure of placidity in the strange shadow that contrasted the crazed action around it.
The Tactics of the Blade whirled inside Wang Tong's body. It was expanding and exerting more control over Wang Tong's consciousness, like a red hot train engine driving a train towards a rock cliff.
Wang Tong's soul energy had long since depleted, what was fueling the flame in his body was his life force. Wang Tong didn't mind; he didn't expect to get out of this alive.
Wang Tong let go of his life as he exploded, squished, and twisted the Zerg's bodies into pulps. But after a hundred Zergs had fallen, another thousand followed suit.
Wang Tong felt his attacks were slowing down already, and he had been burning Einherjar Wannabe's soul energy for a while. Fearing that he would kill Mr. Wanna by depleting his soul energy, he turned off the METAL, hoping one day, another lucky lad would stumble upon the loudmouthed ghost.
‘Goodbye, Mr. Wannabe.’
Another wave of Zergs charged at Wang Tong. He picked up Ma Xiaoru's body and held it tight in his arms.
Only after she was gone had he truly appreciated her existence. Her care and love were subtle and insubstantial like the air—he wouldn’t even realize he needed it until it was gone.
Old Fart always said that money could buy anything except for bribing your way out of regrets. He was right like he always was.
Wang Tong pressed his lips on Ma Xiaoru's as if a kiss before bed.
At the last moment of his life, before the nuke exploded, he finally found his true love.
Chapter end
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