Deities: Starting From Goblins
Chapter 1339 - Chapter 1339 Chapter 733 Tian Zhou_2

Chapter 1339: Chapter 733: Tian Zhou_2 Chapter 1339: Chapter 733: Tian Zhou_2 Little White suddenly lifted its head, its eyes now brimming with righteous indignation, as if trying to prove something to Logan. “Do you think I didn’t want to help you? I clearly don’t have the ability!” Little White’s voice carried a hint of grievance, but more so determination, “Look at my small frame, how could I possibly be a match for those two Demon Beasts? They are like mountains, and their shadows cover me the moment I get close.”

As it spoke, Little White gestured, drawing a large arc in the air with its small claws, trying to illustrate the enormous size of the two Demon Beasts. Its exaggerated and funny movements made Logan laugh out loud.

“Alright, alright, I know it’s not easy for you.” Logan chuckled and shook his head. He reached out and rubbed Little White’s head, which felt like touching the softest cloud, “But rushing in without the ability would just hold me back, and might even distract me. You do have some self-awareness, after all.”

Hearing Logan’s words, Little White felt even more justified in its stance. It proudly raised its head and waved its little claws in the air, like a General commanding thousands of troops: “Owner, rest assured! I am self-aware. You go ahead and fight, I will silently cheer for you from behind, pumping you up! Wait till you have those two Demon Beasts in full retreat, then I’ll rush up to give them an extra kick, showing them we are not to be trifled with!”

Saying this, Little White actually jumped up, its claws tracing a beautiful arc in the air as if truly cheering on Logan. Its playful and cute movements made Logan bend over in laughter.

“You little rascal, you really know how to bring joy.” Logan laughed and shook his head. He reached out to pick up Little White and held it tightly in his arms, “But really, having you by my side makes me feel a lot more at ease. No matter how many difficulties lie ahead, as long as you are with me, I feel like I can persevere through anything.”

Hearing Logan’s words, Little White felt warmth in its heart. It snuggled into Logan’s embrace, feeling the warmth and love from its owner, and silently vowed to always stay by Logan’s side no matter what challenges the future held, to encourage him, give him strength, and all that it could offer.

Just then, low roars from the two Demon Beasts traveled from afar, their sounds booming like thunder, making the entire Forest tremble. Little White and Logan exchanged glances, seeing the determination and courage in each other’s eyes. They knew it was a battle of life and death, but as long as they had each other, they had nothing to fear.

“Little White, are you ready? We are going to fight together,” Logan clenched his fists, his eyes shimmering with steadfast light. He gently patted Little White’s back as if to encourage it.

Little White nodded, its eyes also filled with determination. It knew this fight was not just for survival but also to prove the friendship and trust between it and Logan. It snuggled tightly next to Logan, as if to tell him: no matter what the future holds, I will always be by your side, fighting alongside you.

Logan looked at Little White and couldn’t help but laugh. This little fox always managed to bring joy and relaxation when he needed it the most, much like a breeze that dispelled the Shadows in his heart. Little White was proudly waving its claws, mimicking the way Logan had just encouraged it, its face full of mischief and pride, as if saying, “Look, I can be your little cheerleader too!”

Logan shook his head, inwardly marveling at the cunning of this little fox, and wondered whom it got its temperament from. He squinted, carefully observing Little White; its lively eyes, cunning smile, all seemed to carry a hint of familiarity yet strangeness. “Definitely not from me, its serious owner,” he mused to himself, a wry yet indulgent smile forming on his lips.

Little White seemed to understand Logan’s words, cocking its head and blinking innocently at Logan, as if saying, “Owner, I’m your little fox, of course, I resemble you!” It then jumped onto Logan’s shoulder and gently nuzzled his cheek with its head, the soft fur tickling Logan.

“You little one, you really know how to act coquettishly.” Logan chuckled and shook his head as he reached out to rub Little White’s ears, feeling as soft as the finest silk. The atmosphere between them was warm and harmonious, as if the whole world had paused for them.

However, this peace did not last long. Before they could continue to play, two Demon Beasts grew impatient. They growled lowly, and with a movement of their bodies, they prepared to pounce on Logan and Little White. Their roars were like thunder, deafening, making the entire forest tremble.

Logan’s eyes instantly turned solemn, tightly gripping the weapon in his hand–a longsword flickering with cold light, engraved with mysterious runes, emitting a chilling murderous aura. He stood his ground, as upright as a pine, like an unshakable mountain, ready to face the impending battle.

“Little White, be careful.” Logan spoke softly, his voice low but filled with determination and strength. He knew that this battle would be a test of their friendship and trust.

Little White also felt Logan’s tension, sticking closely by his side, its little paws tightly clutching his clothes, as if to tell him, “Master, don’t be afraid, I’ll always be by your side.”

The Demon Beasts got closer, their eyes flashing with a ferocious light as if they were about to shred Logan and Little White into pieces. Logan took a deep breath, his grip on the sword tightened, his knuckles whitening from the force.

“Come on, let me show you what we’re made of!” Logan shouted, swinging the longsword in his hand. The blade’s light was like lightning, slicing through the air, making a whooshing sound. He moved agilely to meet the Demon Beasts, engaging in a fierce battle.

Little White wasn’t idle either; it used its speed and agility to weave in and out around the Demon Beasts’ feet, occasionally slashing their legs with its sharp claws, leaving trails of blood. Although its strength was far from that of the Demon Beasts, its speed and nimbleness caused them considerable trouble.

During the battle, Logan and Little White cooperated seamlessly, moving as one. They alternated between slashing with the sword and swiftly dodging, their movements agile and quick. Their figures darted through the forest, leaving behind afterimages that made it hard for the Demon Beasts to pinpoint them.

As time went by, the Demon Beasts’ attacks grew more fierce–they seemed to realize Logan and Little White’s prowess and attacked more frantically. Logan’s forehead was covered with fine sweat, his breathing becoming rapid. Yet, he did not give up; he held the longsword tightly, his eyes sparkling with unwavering light.

“Little White, hold on! We can definitely win!” Logan shouted loudly, his voice filled with power and courage. He knew that as long as they stood united, nothing could stop their progress.

Little White also felt the killing intent of the Demon Beasts, the chilling and brutal aura penetrating the forest like a cold wind, piercing its heart. Its fur bristled, each strand rigid as if electrified, closely huddled next to Logan as if seeking some sense of security. Little White’s heartbeat pounded rapidly, its little paws unconsciously tightening on Logan’s clothes, eyes fixed on the two slowly advancing Demon Beasts, filled with vigilance and unease.