latelenovela Chapter 318 Flying is Faster than Swimming
Chapter 318 Flying is Faster than Swimming
Flying things are faster than running or swimming things.
Red Heron let out a miserable cry, its survival instinct etched in its bloodline erupting completely. Its wings left afterimages as it recklessly flew towards the Flame Wolf Army's position.
The Merfolk do not possess flying beasts, which are extremely precious to a tribe that has lived on the vast ocean for a long time. They are not even enough to communicate with birds. However, some fish can briefly fly out of the water.
For example, the flying fish.
Um, this isn't a nickname. In the "Monster Records," its name is simply Little Flying Fish Monster.
These fish are incredibly fast. They often plunge headfirst into the sea, rapidly swinging their tails to gather speed, and as they leap out of the water, they spread their bat-wing-like fins, gliding a considerable distance. After cultivating into demons, they not only grow much larger and have sharper teeth, but they also become proficient in both water and wind magic, enabling them to ride the wind and remain so for several days.
A flamingo plucked a feather from its tail, causing blood to gush out. Then, it flapped its wings vigorously, increasing the rate of blood flow throughout its body. This caused the wound to spray out a string of blood droplets into the sky like a fountain, forming a bloody line.
The little flying fish jumped up along the line.
Akame had no worries at this moment. She turned around, took out her bow, nocked an arrow, and did so in one smooth motion, just as she was about to release it.
To her surprise, the back of her collar was suddenly tightened, and Zhong Ming grabbed her clothes without any politeness, treating her not as a girl, but not even as a human being.
Cough cough, even the red egrets weren't spared.
Zhong Ming grabbed Chi Tong by the collar with one hand and Hong Lu by the neck with the other, and with a sudden burst of strength, he almost pressed the two of them together.
The flamingo immediately raised its head and flew straight upwards.
The next instant, a torrent of spiritual energy from the cannon swept past them directly below. This was the most dangerous use of the cannon, maximizing its dispersion to create a spiritual energy scattering effect similar to that of a flamethrower.
Any enemy who dared to follow Zhong Ming was blasted to smithereens.
The flamingo felt a heat on its rear end, and then smelled the burning of its own feathers.
"Cuck!!"
This time, it's not just the biggest, reddest, longest, most proud, most exciting, and most charming feather that disappeared; it's the whole butt of feathers that got burned away!
Oh no, I'm a naked chicken now!
A surge of grief and indignation rushed to the top of his head.
Then Zhong Ming's large hand gripped his neck.
"Go down there, see that big pipe? Head over there!"
Zhong Ming could only shout a few words. He had no spiritual energy left. Like all the cultivators in the observation group, his dantian was exhausted, and he could only rely on the spiritual power of talismans or spirit pets.
Without hesitation, the red heron swooped down towards the cannon like an angry falcon charging toward its "burnt tail" enemy.
The cannons lit up.
The beauty of the spirit patterns is like the clouds at sunset, with horizontal beams of light like a ladder to heaven, lighting up section by section.
"Three, two, one, jump!"
This wasn't Zhong Ming shouting; it was Chi Tong shouting.
As she called out the last number, the red heron's wings suddenly lost their strength and it became completely still.
Zhong Ming reluctantly put it back into the spirit pet pouch, landed on the cannon with his bottom on the ground, and slid forward.
"Ahhh~~ Jump!"
As he was shouting, he saw a large box of spirit stones being poured into the cannon, and the cannon door closing again. Zhong Ming pushed off with his buttocks and his whole body briefly bounced up.
"boom!"
Another torrent of spiritual energy, accompanied by the violent tremors of the cannon barrel, blasted forward. If Zhong Ming were still on the cannon barrel at this moment, his pelvis would have been fractured into a powdery fracture.
He's not much better now; his ears are ringing and he can't hear anything.
He tumbled and fell to the side of the cannon, where he saw a boy covering his ears and looking down. After the cannon fired a shot, he opened his eyes and met Zhong Ming's gaze.
Both of them had their ears ringing from the noise, but the man could tell from the lip reading of this "strange man" who had fallen from the sky that he probably said... "Sorry?"
Zhong Ming kicked the man away, and after sliding a few feet on the ground, Chi Tong landed right on top of him, completely sealing the spot.
A perfect human cushion.
Zhong Ming silently said to himself, 'I'm sorry, I'll apologize to you later.'
The next moment, he fainted.
Then......
Several hours later, he woke up on the medical bed. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the unfortunate human cushion guy on the bed to his left staring at him with eyes full of resentment.
"Ahem... Uh, sorry, brother."
The man didn't speak, he just stared at him, making his scalp tingle.
"Brother, in an emergency, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. We owe you a favor."
Stare~~~
"Well, here's the thing. I've lost everything I have. Once the military merit points are verified, I'll compensate you immediately. I'll cover all your medical expenses, and I'll even give you a magical artifact as a gift, how about that?"
Stare~~
"Brother... cough cough cough~~" Zhong Ming's current physical condition is not optimistic, but he suspects that as soon as the person in front of him recovers, he will make a big leap and fly over his head to smash down hard, giving him a taste of his own medicine.
"Stop your fuss," a bold yet gentle voice came from behind his head. "His mouth was hit hard, and he can't speak now."
Stare~~
It seems the resentment has grown even stronger.
"Oh, by the way, your little sweetheart is alright and has already rejoined the team." The medical monk looked at Zhong Ming with the kind of gaze one might give a pitiful look.
'Sigh, you're so ugly...and look fierce...no wonder girls don't like you. No matter how hard you try, it's probably all in vain.'
As she was thinking this, she suddenly saw the girl at the door return, now dressed in clean clothes, and weakly walk to her side.
Since Zhong Ming had his back to her, she didn't see that he was awake. She walked to the bedside, took out a futon, and sat cross-legged in the noisy, market-like place.
"Hey, you're back."
The medical monk was now completely in a spectator's mood.
Zhong Ming turned his head and saw...
"Chi... your hair... cough cough, it looks really good."
Akame's jet-black hair was casually draped over her shoulders, a far cry from her previous buzz cut. It was as if she had used some kind of magic potion, making her even more dashing than before.
Other girls' hair is loose and gentle, but hers is loose and wispy, like a general in the heat of battle, devoid of any "feminine tenderness".
"Young lady, this is the medical area. If you are recovered and can leave on your own, please make room for the injured later."
"If there aren't enough beds and the injured have to lie on the floor, I will leave." Akame didn't say much, but swayed her body, making the still-present patient sign tremble.