Netherworld Retrograde

He turned around, taking the girl forward. He wanted to understand more emotions.

However, the tempting whisper was soon overshadowed by a burst of chilling laughter. Strange streams of data and twisted smiles appeared before him.

A multitude of incomprehensible characters and frameworks danced in his vision. Blood Sacrifice, rituals, altar... Countless forbidden knowledge surged madly into his mind.

"Damn Deceit Dao!"

The man instinctively cursed aloud, not even knowing why he said such words... He hadn't even mastered language yet. It seemed to be a deep-seated instinctual disgust within his soul.

The next moment, another amused laughter rang out.

'What's the point of infiltrating surreptitiously? Come play with me first!' an Immortal chuckled mischievously.

Two laughs exploded simultaneously!

The swirling forbidden knowledge before him was covered by even more archaic and obscure text, two forces fiercely intertwined, chaos clashing in his consciousness.

This sudden impact, conversely, freed him from the whirlpool of knowledge. He firmly grasped the girl's hand and ran forward at an even faster pace.

At this moment, they seemed to have relearned how to run.

During the run, blurred figures began to flicker before his eyes.

The Heavy Pupil Overlord of Western Chu charged through the formation.

A spirited young general launched a night raid on the enemy camp.

A gaunt young man wielding dual hammers fought bloodily among thousands.

He saw a Qin State veteran gazing deeply at the blood-soaked Battlefield, his eyes as profound as an ancient well.

Also, he saw that mythical Hero who shot down nine suns with a bow, standing tall and proud.

These figures slipped by in fleeting flashes, appearing and disappearing before his eyes.

Finally, a man clad in a Scarlet Cloak, wielding a scythe and hammer, quietly stood atop the dark red Great Wall.

He looked down at the running man, with a smile on his face that was indescribable, almost expectant.

As he continued running, he saw more and more figures appearing on the Great Wall.

They too wore Scarlet Cloaks, silently staring at him with burning gazes.

Why?

Why were so many people watching him?

What were they expecting?

An invisible pressure enveloped him. These figures seemed to be silently urging him to advance further.

"Ranger, Charge!" A man's last shout erupted, his chest torn open, yet his eyes burned with undying expectation.

"Don't stop here, keep moving!" The warrior in heavy Armor roared, even though his chest had been completely pierced.

"Hold on, at any cost!" A man in a suit and glasses, half of his body chewed away, still tightly gripped the firearm in his hand.

More and more fragments of Human Memory surged like a tide.

The short-haired girl squinted, smiling like a cunning little fox.

The long-haired girl swung her arms forcefully, her eyes full of warmth and affection.

The girl behind him also appeared in the fractured illusions, silently holding a Longsword.

The square-faced, buzz-cut man just smiled silently.

And the young man in a red robe, yelling angrily: "Don't damned call me Ma!"

....

The man could only continue to run. These images overwhelming him made him bewildered, made him fearful, yet also faintly awakened a deeply buried expectation within him.

At this moment, the surrounding Wanderers finally ceased their hesitation.

Greed and savage instincts completely overpowered fear, those two enticingly emanating "delicacies" now appeared so weak and gullible.

In an instant, countless Wanderers launched a mad assault from all directions like a breach of flood!

And the man made a sound, forgetting words, instead erupting with an earth-shattering roar.

"Ah!!!"

The Long Spear in his hand swung, displaying its engraved memory within his flesh!

The Long Spear sliced through the air with a sharp whistle. This strike had no fancy technique, yet contained the refined instinct from countless trials. The foremost Wanderer was instantly cleaved in half, vile blood spraying forth.

But his counterattack only incited the monsters' ferocity even more. They surged forward relentlessly, their sharp claws tearing through the air, and their hideous mouths gaping open, revealing rows of ghastly white teeth.

The man protected the girl behind him, his long spear swirling into a blur of silver light. Each strike was precise and lethal, every swing and slash imbued with an innate battle instinct. He seemed to be repeating a movement deeply embedded in his bones.

Thrust, sweep, block, counterattack—a bloody path carved effortlessly through the swarm of monsters.

The scarlet cloak flapped vigorously with his intense movements, those figures on the Great Wall seemed to merge with him at this moment.

He heard countless voices ringing in his ears—some roaring, some shouting, some encouraging, some expecting.

"Fight your way out!"

"Don't stop!"

"For humanity!"

These voices coalesced into a powerful torrent, driving each of his motions. Wherever the long spear passed, Wanderers fell one after another, as pitch-black blood scattered like raindrops.

The girl behind him seemed to feel fear; her bewildered expression turned increasingly pale, her body trembling whether from fear or anger.

Suddenly, a warm sensation enveloped her.

It was that scarlet cloak, wing-like, shielding her behind the man's sturdy back.

She clung tightly to the back of this familiar figure, that inexplicable closeness and reliance binding her in place. Even as fear chilled her limbs, she stubbornly followed his steps.

Her ears were filled with the dull sound of the long spear tearing through bodies, the crisp sound of fists shattering bones, the sharp whistle of claws piercing the air, the dying howls of monsters, the clatter of metal collisions... and the sticky sound of flesh being trampled.

"Soon, it will be safe..." she silently chanted in her heart.

However, a contrasting sound made her tremble… it was the tearing noise of a sharp blade slicing into flesh, warm liquid splattering onto her face.

He... is injured?

The girl was stunned. Can he be injured too? Can he... die?

If he dies, what will she do? Must she once again face this malicious world alone, bearing endless loneliness and pain? He is the only one she can trust...

No!

Not allowed!

The girl's eyes turned blood-red, the instincts of a top assassin fully awakened at this moment!

She was not a girl sheltered behind him; she must become his comrade and shield!

The girl dashed out from under the cloak, her longsword swinging, casting deadly gleams of cold light! Practiced countless times, she guarded all his defensive angles!

Blood flowed down the battle armor, and the intense pain made the man's consciousness even clearer.

He didn't know why he was fighting, didn't know where these voices came from, but a voice deep within told him: he must advance, battle out of the encirclement!

The long spear swung again, charged with indomitable momentum, simultaneously beheading three approaching Wanderers. His eyes gradually sharpened, as those broken memory fragments slowly pieced together during battle.

Who is he?

Why is he here?

The answers to these questions seemed to be hidden at the end of this bloody battle.

A hundred miles away, a figure shrouded in a black cloak was observing it all.

Then, 'he' retracted his gaze, turning to look at the Scarlet Curse spreading like a tidal wave in the distance.

"All outsiders eliminated, couldn't hold back after all, huh?" 'he' muttered to himself, mockingly, as his body dissolved into geometric shapes.

...

On the other side, the side battlefield of the Ten Thousand Mountains, human warriors ignited with green flames were skirmishing with Wanderers and the Alien Race Army.

The Wanderers had lost all control, large numbers of the Alien Race Army shredded by them, giving the human warriors room to breathe.

(Wait a moment, securing attendance, it's still far from the finale, guys)

A hundred miles away, a figure shrouded in a black cloak was observing it all.

Then, 'he' retracted his gaze, turning to look at the Scarlet Curse spreading like a tidal wave in the distance.

"All outsiders eliminated, couldn't hold back after all, huh?" 'he' muttered to himself, mockingly, as his body dissolved into geometric shapes.

...

On the other side, the side battlefield of the Ten Thousand Mountains, human warriors ignited with green flames were skirmishing with Wanderers and the Alien Race Army.

The Wanderers had lost all control, large numbers of the Alien Race Army shredded by them, giving the human warriors room to breathe.

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