National Guardian's Gone and We're Done

Her arms dangled limply, having been violently wrenched and broken.

They were contorted into a bizarre and twisted posture,

a shocking sight, as if her limbs had been mangled like dough by a pair of giant, merciless hands.

Her legs were an even more unbearable sight, bent backward at a ninety-degree angle.

Under the immense external force, her bones and muscles

had lost all their natural toughness and elasticity, looking as if they might snap at any moment.

Blood gushed forth like uncontrolled springs.

It spurted from the countless wounds that covered her body,

staining her once snow-white skin a mottled mess.

The jarring red was especially blinding in the sunlight.

Her body was covered with lacerations.

The edges of the wounds were jagged and irregular,

clearly torn by the sharp teeth of some ferocious creature.

The deep teeth marks in her skin were like hideous brands,

silently recording the inhuman torture and pain she had suffered before her death,

a voiceless testament to an appalling tragedy.

Although the young girl’s face still retained some of its pitiable, lovely appearance from life,

her life had now been tragically cut short, the breath of life long since vanished.

Her eyes were still wide open, her gaze frozen with the despair and pain of her final moment.

It was a soul-piercing fear and helplessness,

from having witnessed the most terrifying sight in the Mortal World before she died.

The sight was enough to move one to boundless pity and rage.

The burly man held the girl’s mangled corpse with one hand,

as if carrying a worthless object, his face devoid of any pity or guilt.

He casually tossed the body into the grass by the roadside.

The motion was easy and natural.

To him, everything that had just happened was nothing more than a trivial, insignificant game,

one that failed to stir his long-numbed heart in the slightest.

Then, the burly man threw his head back and laughed, a wild and unrestrained sound.

He said to the men in suits standing to the side, "So sorry about getting your car dirty."

After speaking, he took large strides,

storming toward the interior of the Ancient Castle like a gale of wind.

With his bold steps, it seemed as if the whole world was beneath his feet, and no one could stop him.

The men in suits stared blankly at the burly man’s receding back.

They exchanged glances, each seeing the gloom and indignation deep in the other’s eyes.

Although they weren’t human,

but Werewolves who had never held much fondness for humanity,

faced with such a youthful, lovely, and innocent young girl,

a trace of pity and compassion couldn’t help but stir deep within their hearts.

This was especially true for the two men in suits who were the driver and the front passenger.

They had witnessed firsthand Uzi’s outrageous and unspeakably brutal actions.

They had watched how, like an out-of-control Demon,

he had cruelly tortured that vibrant life to death, piece by piece.

In their eyes,

this guy was more savage and terrifying than the most ferocious beast.

He was a hideous combination of humanity’s and bestiality’s worst traits, enough to make one’s blood run cold.

...

「A week had passed since Chu He returned from New York to the Royal City of the Great Xia Empire.」

During this week,

he lived like a scholar in seclusion, spending his days leisurely at his manor.

In the early morning, he would greet the rising sun,

taking slow strolls along the manor’s paths, breathing in the fresh air, and feeling the tranquility and beauty of nature.

During the day, he would sometimes wander through the bustling city streets, weaving through the teeming crowds,

experiencing the lively atmosphere of the Mortal World.

Other times, he would enthusiastically pick up a fishing rod

and stroll to the banks of the Royal City’s famous rivers and lakes to sit and fish in peace.

Each line cast into the water was a tether between the mundane world and a realm of serenity.

While waiting for a fish to bite,

Chu He felt his heart, once restless from conflict and strife,

being gently soothed by a pair of soft hands, gradually growing calm.

’This is what a truly pleasant life, full of the warmth of the Mortal World, feels like.’

It was just a pity that ever since the Evil Spirits began their rampant invasion of this world,

not just Chu He, but the entire Great Xia Empire,

and indeed all the living beings on the entire Blue Star,

had long ago, in their protracted fear and struggle,

forgotten what the peace and happiness of ordinary days even felt like.

"Mr. Chu, Her Majesty the Queen has arrived."

Liu Yuzhu’s clear and pleasant voice sounded softly in Chu He’s ear.

She wore a fiery red long dress.

The dress was like a burning flame,

making her figure appear all the more graceful and enchanting.

She stood elegantly behind Chu He’s chair,

like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting,

every movement exuding a unique, sensual charm.

At that moment, an executive car slowly drove into view.

Liu Yuzhu immediately bowed slightly, her movements light and graceful,

displaying both her respect for Her Majesty the Queen and her own noble bearing.

In the instant she bowed,

the perfect angle of her posture caused her collar to open slightly,

revealing a glimpse of snow-white skin

that glistened faintly in the sunlight.

It was like the finest pearl,

smooth and alluring,

captivating the mind and sparking the imagination.