I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 508 - 144: Yes, We Gave Our Love to The Wrong Person_6

Chapter 508: Chapter 144: Yes, We Gave Our Love to The Wrong Person_6

Ye Qian on the rooftop of the shop ran towards old Zhong’s direction, leaped toward the overturned sedan, landed on the hood, raised her gun, and Spirit Bullets whist by whist were shooting out.

But the Tyrant, unlike other Evolutionary Zombies, didn’t seem to know how to dodge or defend. Instead, it swung its flesh scythe nonchalantly, blocking the Spirit Bullets being shot at it.

"There’s a car." Ye Qian yelled, hastily running towards the sedan, hoping to drive it and take everyone to safety.

As if knowing what she planned, the Tyrant charged forward, leaped into the air, swung its flesh scythe down, and with a thud, the sedan was instantly cleaved in two.

Ye Qian’s eyes widened as she raised her gun and shot the Tyrant in the eye; blood splattered everywhere. However, for the Tyrant, there was no sensation of pain. What was losing an eye to it? It only made it swing its flesh scythe more furiously, chopping down at Ye Qian who stood there.

Ye Qian no longer had the means to dodge.

Just at this critical moment, Zhong Hanguo charged forward with his shield. With a thunderous crash, the Tyrant’s tremendous strength sent them both flying. The shield, now imbued with crystal energy, showed deep cracks as if it could shatter at any moment.

"Old Zhong, are you okay?" Ye Qian called out.

Zhong Hanguo said, "I’m okay, still hanging in there. That zombie is too terrifying. We shouldn’t have been so rash, but Ye, you already blinded one of its eyes. I think we still have a chance. Chen Sheng, I’ll hold it off, you create a distraction, and give Ye a chance to blind its other eye."

He knew they couldn’t escape and that it was a fight to the death, but there might still be a chance of victory.

At that moment.

Chen Sheng was panting heavily, feeling acutely the terrifying strength of their opponent. Although what Zhong Hanguo said seemed to make sense, the idea of charging in again to face the flesh scythe that easily sliced a car in half was truly frightening.

He didn’t want to die, especially not here.

"Okay, I understand. Old Zhong, go ahead," Chen Sheng said.

Zhong Hanguo knew there was no turning back, his shield, already cracked, might not withstand another blow, so they only had one chance: to shoot out the other eye.

Without another thought, he charged the Tyrant with his shield.

Humans appeared minuscule compared to the Tyrant.

Each attack from the Tyrant was like an overwhelming mountain bearing down.

Boom!

Once again, the Tyrant swung its flesh scythe. At that moment, Ye Qian aimed for the Tyrant’s eye and fired. But suddenly, the Tyrant’s other hand shot up, blocking the Spirit Bullet.

And at the same time, the scythe landed heavily on the shield.

"Chen Sheng, now’s the time, give Ye a chance!" Old Zhong shouted. He knew that if Chen Sheng struck at the Tyrant with his knife, it would have to defend itself, giving Ye the opportunity she needed.

But...

Crack!

The shield shattered.

Zhong Hanguo was sent flying before Chen Sheng appeared; struggling, he looked back only to see Chen Sheng already running into the distance, turning a corner, disappearing without a trace.

"Chen Sheng, you..."

Zhong Hanguo hadn’t expected Chen Sheng to flee at such a critical moment. They had a chance, so why be scared?

"Ye, run for it," old Zhong yelled, aware that any chance of winning had vanished completely with the shattered shield. His role as human shield was utterly useless now; all he could do was to take the blows with his body.

Ye Qian appeared in front of Zhong Hanguo, shielding him, her expression grave as she continued to shoot at the distant Tyrant.

The tyrant roared, swinging his meat scythe continually in front of him, blocking all the Spirit Bullets while taking steps closer to them.

Zhong Hanguo could only feel the discomfort in his body, his bones feeling as if they had broken. Clenching his teeth, he slowly stood up and put his palm on Ye Qian’s shoulders, "Let’s go, I can’t run away. Chen Sheng is too cowardly; we’ve misplaced our trust in him. I really can’t accept this; we clearly had a chance, we truly did. Why run away?"

Ye Qian kept firing calmly, the interval between each shot growing longer as she went from rapid firing to one shot at a time, indicating that her Spirit Bullets had a toll on her, and were not infinite.

She hated the apocalyptic world, which had taken her only brother from her. Even awakening her abilities had never brought her joy. She and Zhong Hanguo shared the same thought: to end this damned apocalypse sooner.

"If this apocalypse is just filled with the darkness of humanity, I don’t want to continue—it’s better to end my life here, even if I die at the hands of this zombie, I am willing."

"Such a world really leaves one speechless. I’m always willing to trust others, yet always end up betrayed. Even if it was just one sincere cooperation, even in death, I would have no regrets."

"Zhong Hanguo, you and I are the same. I don’t wish to smile, don’t want to talk, just want to keep being cold to protect myself. And you, always grinning in your honest way, hoping to touch the hearts of others with sincerity."

"Chen Sheng always wants to take advantage of the crystals. We’ve known it in our hearts; it’s just that we were always deluding ourselves, thinking that it didn’t matter who became stronger. But now we understand, he only cares about his own survival, his own strength. When faced with danger, he won’t take risks."

"We’ve both paid in error."

Ye Qian said somberly.

Her complexion became even paler, her breathing increasingly rapid.

The tyrant laughed hideously, his eye sockets oozing sticky blood. Approaching them, he raised his scythe and viciously slashed at Ye Qian who was in front of him.

"Go."

Zhong Hanguo pushed Ye Qian away, bellowing furiously, facing the descending meat scythe head on.

But...

The anticipated pain from being cleaved did not come.

Instead, a gentle voice reached his ears.

"Tyrant, what do you think you’re doing?"

Blood trickled down his forehead over his eyes, and Zhong Hanguo slowly opened his eyes. Through his blood-red vision, he saw a figure emerge before him—a figure with a sword, that was Frostmourne.

And that person raised their hand, catching the tyrant’s meat scythe barehanded.

A familiar silhouette, as if seen just yesterday.

Ye Qian, who had been pushed to the ground, stared in disbelief.

Just now.

She had not seen anyone, but there was a streak of light that flashed by, appearing instantly in front of her, and by the time she blinked, a figure had emerged.

"It’s you..."

Without doubt.

The Awakener who had invited them yesterday, named Lin Fan.

Lin Fan looked at Ye Qian with a smile.

"Yes, it’s me. I was looking for you and saw Chen Sheng running on the streets. I suspected you might be in danger. Luckily, I’m quite fast and made it just in time."

PS: I’ll still aim for ten o’clock tomorrow, damned be the seven o’clock goal, self-inflicted trouble, I deserve to be scolded.