Chapter 39: Qi Min's Spiritual Beast Has Been Captured
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Qi Min crouched down, and the otter agilely climbed onto its master’s back.
“Captain, I’m going to scout ahead.”
Stebb nodded.
Wenli was calculating the corresponding guide ranks.
The lowest guide rank was D, followed by A, which was where the vast majority of guides remained.
Although she was a physically impaired guide, she should still be able to contend with a D-rank contamination entity, shouldn’t she?
There was also the matter of her indistinct attribute.
To test her theory, Wenli wanted to give it a try.
Blue threads coiled around her arm as she waited for the second wave of attacks.
This time, the monsters were modeled after dandelions.
The dandelions stood a little over a meter tall. They had no human form and appeared to be lower-level than the first wave.
Yet they were genuine A-rank contamination entities.
There were roughly twenty of them, their green stalks coated in white sap.
Their leaves bore razor-sharp serrations, but the most troublesome part was their seeds.
The white, fluffy spheres carried paralyzing toxins and could use the wind to launch surprise attacks.
The sentinels had to beware of the parachutes constantly drifting through the air, while also remaining alert to the sap spat out by the contamination entities.
The blue threads in Wenli’s hand stirred restlessly. She secretly controlled them, guiding them toward the dandelion entities.
When the blue threads wrapped around a crawling green stalk, it sizzled like iron plunged into water.
The contamination entity dissolved at once from the pain.
Wenli hurriedly withdrew the threads, afraid the sentinels would notice something was wrong.
She had never expected her mental power to be so formidable.
Just how reliable was the White Tower’s testing, anyway?
The psychic forms of Alpha Squad remained where they were on standby. The sentinels wielded short blades, laser swords, and other close-combat weapons, swiftly clearing away the dandelions.
Wenli asked a nearby sentinel for a weapon.
The sentinel agonized over the choice, finding every weapon too dangerous for her.
In the end, Stebb drew the short dagger hidden behind his waist.
It was light and convenient, but unsuitable for Wenli to use in actual combat.
“I want that one.” She pointed at the laser sword in Stebb’s hand, its blade stained with green sap.
The blade radiated a blue glow from end to end, quietly suspended above its metal hilt.
“This is dangerous. It could hurt you,” Stebb said.
“I want to try it. May I?” Wenli’s eyes were filled with longing.
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In the science-fiction films she had watched in her former world, Wenli had always loved those dazzling laser swords. Now that she had the chance to experience one for herself, she wanted to try it.
The golden-haired girl gazed at him pitifully. Helpless, Stebb could only hand it over.
The moment Wenli took it, the scene suddenly shifted.
The dense forest became a barren desert and wasteland, while the sun scorched the earth.
The sand beneath their feet began to writhe, and snake-and-scorpion contamination entities burst forth in ambush.
Caught completely off guard, Wenli swung the laser sword in her hand.
Although weapons made with future technology looked light, Wenli’s small frame could not stop its momentum at all.
Inertia dragged both her hands downward, and the laser sword whipped about uncontrollably.
“Don’t be afraid.” Stebb embraced her from behind and pressed the weapon’s switch.
The suspended laser vanished, and Wenli gasped for breath, still shaken.
She had watched Stebb and the others wield their weapons with such ease. Why was it so difficult the moment she held one?
Seeing the little guide’s embarrassment, Stebb explained, “The Federation’s weapons are all designed according to a sentinel’s strength. There are no weapons adapted for guides.”
That explained why Wenli had asked Ban for a weapon long ago, only to be refused time and again.
Stebb still handed her the dagger from his waist.
“This one is light. You can use it for self-defense.”
Holding the weapon she had waited so long for, Wenli could not bring herself to feel happy.
Alpha Squad passed through the first five waves of attacks with ease and without injury.
Several leaders watched with satisfaction as the White Tower’s cultivated weapon of mass destruction displayed its power. As expected, Alpha Squad was worthy of its reputation; their combat strength was extraordinary.
When the fifth wave ended, one-third of the guide teams had been eliminated one after another.
The scene shifted from the desert to an abandoned city.
This was the site of the Mordlin City Defense Battle, a major battle fought 136 years ago.
An SS-rank contamination core had appeared here, along with three aberrants and countless S-rank contamination entities.
Only through the combined efforts of the White Tower, the Central Theater, and the Northern Theater had the area finally been cleared.
Choosing this place as the simulated battlefield showed just how extraordinary the difficulty would be.
They had only just dealt with a portion of the humanoid contamination entities when something unexpected happened.
Qimin’s prolonged absence cast a heavy shadow over the squad.
It was only when the psychic form of another scouting sentinel came running over that everyone saw Qimin, gravely wounded and unconscious.
Wenli hurried over with the medical sentinel. Qimin lay unconscious on the ground, covered in blood, his left arm seemingly torn off by a savage beast.
“Qimin’s psychic form has been captured. Another team lured the contamination entities here. We need to prepare immediately.”
The medic quickly treated him. Wenli also mobilized her mental power to purify the turmoil in the sentinel’s psychic sea, easing his pain.
When her mental power was nearly exhausted, Stebb drew the guide into his arms.
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“That’s enough. This is only a simulated exercise. Your body won’t be able to withstand it.”
Wenli’s once-radiant lips had turned pale. The moment she saw the sentinel covered in blood, she had completely forgotten that this was only a simulation.
That was right. If this had been a real battlefield, Qimin would already be dead.
“How many contamination entities are there? What’s their approximate location? Have you seen any other teams?” Wenli asked calmly.
Stebb said nothing. In silence, he transferred command of the squad’s communications to Wenli.
“About forty contamination entities have gathered in the southeast. There’s another team due west.”
“Then we’ll head due west. The team that captured Qimin’s psychic form must be luring us over,” Wenli said.
Stebb ordered the team to withdraw.
They crossed between the towering buildings. The unconscious Qimin kept struggling to wake.
The medical sentinel injected him with a sedative, and the tormented sentinel finally quieted.
“His psychic form is being tortured right now.” The medical sentinel looked toward the guide beside the captain.
Wenli used her sleeve to wipe the blood from the sentinel’s cheek.
“I’ll avenge him.” Fury burned in her pale eyes.
Mordlin had once been the core city of the northern region.
Even amid the ruined buildings, one could still glimpse the splendor it had once possessed.
An abandoned luxury car stood on a street riddled with cracks as a team passed through.
They moved with the leisurely ease of people out for a stroll. The sentinel at the head of the group was even dragging an otter that was close to death.
It breathed faintly, blood pouring continuously from its wounds.
“His psychic form isn’t dead yet. They should be nearby,” Robin said.
Surrounded by the others, a female guide extended her slender fingers and carefully admired her flawless nails.
“Robin, when will you find them?” Aiberis asked irritably.
“Very soon, miss.”
They had already driven the contamination entities toward Wenli’s team and successfully gravely wounded their scout sentinel.
By now, the other side should be fighting as they fled.
“Hold on to that psychic form properly.” Aiberis frowned in displeasure at the sentinel’s rough treatment.
Robin smiled and tossed the psychic form carelessly into the arms of someone nearby.
The otter landed in the arms of another sentinel, where it endured yet another round of torment.
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