Chapter 587 - 373: Ultimate Rescue (Part 2)
Su Mo looked up high, staring intently at the upper levels of the Heaven-Reaching Tower.
From the continuously shattering glass, it was clear that Fenrir had breached the core area and was about to reach the summit.
Su Mo said in a deep voice, "Fenrir’s position is unpredictable. Let’s split up. I’ll go up from the Hegemony Company Tower, you go up from the Iron Blood side, and the others take the Black Domain Group’s route. Once anyone finds her, contact us immediately and we’ll join forces to besiege her."
Fenrir’s movements lacked a specific pattern, and the Heaven-Reaching Tower was so vast that betting on one route was unwise and could easily result in wasted time. Su Mo’s words didn’t raise any alarms among the people.
Soon, everyone began to move from the positions they were responsible for.
Su Mo, with Dongdong, rushed into the Hegemony Company Tower and, according to the structural design map of the Heaven-Reaching Tower in his memory, chose the most optimal route upward.
Along the way, he kept in contact with the Edge Mansion: "Qi Ling, reinforcements have started moving. Dongdong and I are in the Hegemony Company Tower, while Zhou Hanyan and the others are at the Iron Blood and Black Domain sides."
"Immediately control the relevant systems of the Heaven-Reaching Tower. Activate all the isolation doors, security doors, and other protective measures on their side. Don’t let them climb too fast. Buy me some time!"
Qi Ling: "Okay, but according to the feedback from the system, many of the isolation doors have already been damaged by Fenrir. The ones left might only hold Zhou Hanyan and the others for a short while, maybe just a few minutes."
Su Mo: "That’s enough."
He and Dongdong unleashed their extraordinary powers fully, transforming into two distorted shadows, whistling through the corridors, rushing toward the top floor where Fenrir was as fast as they could.
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The dawn tore through the haze, casting its first ray of light.
Yet the fine rain kept falling, pattering softly.
Sunlight and raindrops intertwined, as if countless golden threads were fluttering and shimmering in the sky, bringing this city a rare sun shower.
On the rooftop on the 200th floor of the Heaven-Reaching Tower, Fenrir stood tall. She had reached the pinnacle of this city.
The massive azure wolf body was covered with blood plasma, without a single piece of intact flesh, just densely packed wounds, many of which were fatal.
All these injuries were left by those corporate giant extraordinary beings, who fought desperately, risking their lives. Through the open wounds, one could still see the severely damaged internal organs, many of which had already necrotized.
In that former despairing darkness, the Wolf King burned her life to the very end, just like her father Alan.
Fenrir gazed up at the dawn through the gaps in the rain clouds, the golden dawn light piercing through the rain curtain, reflecting in her pupils, illuminating the dark purple irises brightly.
"Dad, I did it..."
From the eternal farewell in Dawn 141st Year to now in Dawn 153rd Year.
From the blooming girl just turning 18 back then, to the 30-year-old Wolf King weathered by the years.
After 12 years, Fenrir’s body finally clawed her soul out from the ashes, and this time, she truly caught up to the figure she had pursued for half her life.
"Bang!"
A gunshot pierced her memories.
A burst of blood bloomed on Fenrir’s back, and the azure wolf body, which thousands of extraordinary warriors couldn’t bring down even by staking their lives, was toppled to the ground by a single bullet.
Not that this bullet was anything special, but Fenrir’s body was already on the brink of collapse after the prolonged and fierce fight.
Azure Wolf Blood Code, the more severe the injury, the stronger the power.
When the azure wolf roars, it is also the closest moment to the Death God.
Every Azure Wolf Blood Code Carrier has a critical state called the "Death Line."
Before reaching the Death Line, their power increases as their injuries worsen.
Once they cross the Death Line, it means their limits have been breached.
Just now, the Azure Wolf Blood Code inside Fenrir surged with intense heat, and her body hovered on the brink of the Death Line.
And it was precisely this small bullet that pushed her injuries beyond the Death Line, causing her body to collapse immediately.
Fenrir collapsed on the ground, struggling to turn her gaze sideways.
Although her vision was blurred due to countless fatal wounds, she could still clearly see the arriving person.
It was a very ordinary man, without any elite force insignia on him, dressed in a very common standard suit, without even a single star emblazoned on his tie, likely a low-level corporate employee or a part-time security guard.
No one knew what this guy was thinking; while the executives were scared out of their wits and fled for their lives, this worker dared to follow up with a gun.
What’s even more ironic is that it was this single bullet from a minor worker that delivered the final blow to Fenrir.
The man held a small handgun for self-defense, his hands shaking uncontrollably, his face showing two completely different expressions—panic and excitement.
Perhaps he himself never imagined that the Wolf King, whom thousands of elite troops couldn’t hold down, would be brought down by his own gunshot.
Fenrir saw this and laughed, "Heh, from the plaza all the way to here, killing so many strong ones, and in the end, to die at the hands of a small figure."
She showed no sign of reluctance on her face, because from the moment she set out, she was ready to face her end.
She looked at this man, whose name she couldn’t even call out, and said calmly, "Well then, take my head, trade it for wealth and prosperity for the rest of your life."
Even at death’s door, the pressure of the Wolf King was so overwhelming that the man’s mind was a blur, not even catching Fenrir’s words clearly.
He simply trembled all over, panting heavily, caught between panic and excitement, trying to reload his gun. Several times due to trembling hands, the bullets slipped out of the magazine and fell to the ground, and he stumbled like a dog trying to pick them up.