The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 102

The night wind was cold.

It carried a biting chill, mixed with the increasingly strong scent of something burning from afar.

The military hovercar cut a silent line through the night sky of the Imperial City. No sirens, no warnings; yet every flight path cleared itself a second before it arrived.

This was the privilege of the Marshal’s vehicle.

Ning Ning huddled in the wide backseat, still wrapped in Xiao Lin’s Marshal cloak, which carried both the warmth of his body and his sharp, cold aura.

The heavy fabric almost completely engulfed him, and his nose was filled with the uniquely comforting scent of fir trees—Xiao Lin’s personal pheromone.

Yet his heart sank bit by bit.

Outside the window, the city’s neon lights were left far behind, replaced by soaring flames and smoke billowing like the end of the world.

That place was the Ninth Civilian Shelter.

Five thousand living, breathing people were there.

Ning Ning’s fingers unconsciously tightened, gripping the edge of the cloak.

He could sense that, besides him, the hovercar contained a silent but suffocatingly powerful presence.

The “Guardians” squad sent by Xiao Lin.

They sat in the front and back seats, dressed in pitch-black combat uniforms with no insignia. From the moment they boarded, they hadn’t uttered a single unnecessary word, and even their breathing was so light it was barely noticeable.

They were like ghosts merged with the shadows, an extension of Xiao Lin’s will, the embodiment of absolute loyalty and absolute force.

The hovercar began to slow. A sudden, deafening roar pierced the insulation, as if tearing the entire world apart.

It was crying.

It was screaming.

It was the roar of collapsing buildings engulfed in flames.

It was the hellish symphony born of countless emotions fermented into pure despair.

Ning Ning’s heart was violently gripped by the sound, and he almost couldn’t breathe.

“Your Excellency.”

A low, calm voice came from the driver’s seat—the leader of the Guardians squad.

“We’ve arrived. The outer perimeter has been completely blocked by the local guards and media; the situation is extremely chaotic.”

His tone was emotionless, merely stating a fact.

“Please remain inside the vehicle. We will carve out an absolutely safe path for you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the hovercar’s side doors slid open silently.

“Whoosh—”

A scorching wave of smoke, dust, and blood hit them, making Ning Ning cough. The scene before him made his pupils shrink instantly.

This could no longer be called a street.

Everywhere, panicked people scattered in all directions, their faces and clothes covered in black soot and blood. Their eyes were filled with the same numb, crazed terror.

The guards tried to hold the line, only to be repeatedly overwhelmed by the desperate crowd.

Flashes from cameras went off wildly—journalists, intoxicated by the scent of blood, pressed forward, desperate to capture the most central images of this human tragedy.

Chaos. Disorder. Panic.

Like a boiling pot of porridge named Despair.

And then, in the next second…

Twelve black shadows, like twelve drawn blades, silently slipped from the hovercar into the chaos.

Ning Ning didn’t even see their movements clearly.

All he saw was twelve Guardians in black combat suits forming a sharp, stable formation in the boiling chaos.

They didn’t shout. They didn’t push.

Yet everyone in their path—insane civilians, panicked police, overzealous journalists—instinctively recoiled at their cold, inhuman gazes.

It was a fear rooted in biology itself.

It was as if they weren’t humans in front of them, but twelve machines crawling out of hell, existing solely to kill.

In just a few seconds, a path of absolute force and absolute aura, a vacuum of silence and safety, was forcibly carved from the hovercar doors to the center of the fire-lit ruins.

To either side of the path was hell.

Inside the path was absolute safety.

The leader of the Guardians turned to Ning Ning inside the car and slightly nodded.

“Your Excellency, the way is clear.”

Ning Ning drew a deep breath. The mixture of blood and fire burned his nostrils but also strengthened his resolve.

He gathered the cloak belonging to Xiao Lin, stepped barefoot onto the car carpet, and walked down.

The moment his feet touched the ground…

The world seemed to slow to a crawl.

He passed through the black human wall formed by the Guardians, walking along the forcibly cleared path.

On his left, a young mother knelt with her already lifeless child, crying so desperately her throat’s sound was no longer a cry but a beast-like wail of despair.

On his right, a blood-soaked firefighter was trapped under debris. His comrades clawed through the scorching steel and concrete, nails flying, flesh torn, yet still unable to reach him.

Ahead of him was an even greater, more hopeless sea of fire, with countless figures running, crying, and searching for their loved ones at the edges.

Each cry was like a whip lashing Ning Ning’s heart.

He had only seen such scenes in movies before.

Back then, he would clutch popcorn, marveling at the realistic special effects.

But now, all of it was real, cruel, and bloody, displayed before him in the harshest way.

He finally understood what Xiao Lin and Gu Qingfeng had shielded him from.

It wasn’t the red and blue dots on the cold tactical screen.

It was shattered families, lives slipping away, and countless hearts crushed by despair.

The fingers gripping the cloak turned white from force.

He reached the end of the human wall of Guardians.

One more step, and he would enter the true center of the ruins, unprotected.

He stopped.

And at that very moment…

Finally, someone noticed this sudden, uninvited presence amidst the scene of hell.

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