The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 39

At the rear of the battlefield, the temporary medical zone resembled a blood-soaked machine running at maximum capacity.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, disinfectant, and the acrid tang of scorched metal—so nauseating it made people want to vomit. Wounded soldiers were constantly carried back from the frontlines. Pained groans, the cold ticking of medical instruments, and the hoarse, frantic commands of military doctors wove together into a suffocating cacophony.

【System, be human for once! This place feels even more suffocating than rush-hour subways in my past life!】

Ning Ning was placed inside a triple-reinforced medical tent, surrounded by layer upon layer of the Marshal’s personal guards. To anyone else, it would look as though they were protecting some priceless treasure capable of prolonging the Empire’s existence.

Closing his eyes, he tried to shut out the noise, furiously complaining in his mind.

He no longer bothered questioning the origin of this bizarre power of his—he just treated it as some workplace bonus perk granted by transmigration. Sinking into his violet spiritual sea, he prodded the little moon rabbit who was curled up, about to doze off with its paws tucked in.

【Wake up, time to work. Today’s KPI isn’t done yet. Work spirit, work soul—workers are the real bosses!】

A wave of cold, gentle, moonlight-like spiritual power spread outward from him. Silent, colorless, yet with unparalleled penetration, it easily passed through the tent, beyond the defensive ring of guards, unfurling like a rain of moonlight that blanketed the entire medical zone.

A miracle happened.

Those Sentinels tormented by Zerg-induced mental pollution suddenly quieted down almost simultaneously.

A young soldier who had been writhing on a stretcher with seizures slowly calmed, his tightly furrowed brows easing as a childish smile appeared on his lips.

Another berserk Sentinel, eyes bloodshot and fists flailing wildly, froze mid-motion. The red veins in his eyes receded at visible speed. Staring blankly at his own hands, he muttered, “Just now… what happened to me?”

Inside a tent, a white-haired military doctor treating a wounded soldier suddenly froze. He realized in shock that the patient’s spiritual barrier—once chaotic and stormy like a hurricane—had become calm as a mirror-surfaced lake, allowing the treatment to proceed more smoothly than ever before.

He jerked his head up, eyes full of reverent disbelief, staring toward the source beyond the thick tent fabric.

The power kept spreading, reaching even the second defensive line, soothing countless soldiers frayed to the brink of collapse by relentless combat.

Ning Ning’s complexion rapidly paled. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead, and his body swayed. Mass-scale pacification drained him far more than expected—he felt like a battery leaking energy at an alarming rate.

In his spiritual sea, the “moon wheel” phantom behind the rabbit seemed denser and brighter, glowing with sacred light, but the rabbit itself looked weak and listless.

【Help, I’m getting hollowed out. This job is too draining… I should’ve demanded an extra vial of nutrient solution from Xiao Lin earlier…】

As he was spiraling into complaints—

A deafening explosion erupted nearby!

The ground shook violently, and the entire medical tent was blown apart by a raging shockwave. Debris and charred earth rained down.

“Protect the Guide!” the captain of the guard roared, bloodshot-eyed, as the squad formed a living wall around Ning Ning, shields raised.

The frontline had been breached!

Several massive scythe-beetles broke through the fire net, their countless blood-red compound eyes locking onto the source of that alluring yet terrifying aura—Ning Ning.

The guards clashed with them instantly, energy beams sparking against armored shells. But a shadow mantis, fast as lightning and nearly invisible in the chaos, bypassed the fray. Its gossamer wings thrummed, inaudible, as it darted forward—a blur of death.

Its scythe-like forelimbs sliced toward Ning Ning, who, weakened and slow to react, could only stare as the blades reflected his pale, terrified face.

Death loomed.

Then—

A dark-golden blur crashed in, faster than the mantis: Xiao Lin’s spirit beast, the colossal wolf. With a thunderous roar, it rammed the mantis aside, claws raking sparks and gouges into its shell.

Xiao Lin himself appeared in front of Ning Ning like a phantom. His broad back blocked everything. Without looking back, a pitch-black energy blade materialized in his hand. One swift strike cleaved the mantis cleanly in half, spraying foul green blood across his uniform.

More Zerg swarmed in, encircling them.

Ning Ning’s gaze fixed on that foul green staining Xiao Lin’s back.

That man had once again thrown himself into danger to shield him.

Something exploded inside Ning Ning—

Not fear, but rage.

A burning fury that his rarest treasure, the one he cherished most, had been defiled by filth.

【Mine…】
【My person…】
【And you dare touch him?!】

At that instant, Ning Ning’s silver hair lifted without wind. His pure violet eyes collapsed into whirling nebulae, then into an icy void.

An aura far stronger and colder than before erupted from his frail frame.

No longer gentle pacification—this was Domination.

The judgment of a god upon ants.

“WOOOM—”

A silver halo expanded outward, visible to the naked eye.

Time seemed to freeze.

Air stilled, winds ceased, even explosions sounded distant and unreal.

Every Zerg lunging at them—beetles, mantises—froze as if paused.

Terror and submission flared in their compound eyes, primal fear seared into their genes. Trembling, they shrieked and fled in a frenzied stampede, trampling their own dead to escape the presence of a predator beyond comprehension.

The battlefield fell into eerie silence.

Far away, a camouflaged observer dropped his priceless scanner in terror. On its screen, Ning Ning’s mental fluctuations had shattered all thresholds, spiking into chaotic red—signifying both annihilation and creation.

He licked dry lips, trembling as he opened encrypted comms:
“Lord Los, the Moon Capture plan… it must be—no, it must be upgraded! The target… he’s not the ‘Key’! He’s not a key at all!”

“He’s the God Himself! A living god walking this earth!”

On the battlefield, as the Zerg routed in chaos, peace briefly returned.

Xiao Lin whirled around, yanking Ning Ning into his arms with crushing force—so tight it nearly broke bones.

“Cough—” Ning Ning choked, face flushing.

“I told you…” Xiao Lin rasped, voice raw like sandpaper, burying his face in Ning Ning’s neck, trembling violently. “I told you to stay behind…”

Ning Ning realized—the body holding him was shaking.

“Next time… if you dare use yourself as bait again…” Xiao Lin’s voice cracked, half-sobbing, half-mad, “I’ll break your legs, forge chains with my own spiritual power, and lock you in my mind forever. You’ll never… never take a single step away from me!”

【Help… such a textbook yandere line, but why does it sound so heartbroken…】

Ning Ning, utterly drained, leaned limply into his arms. Even while mocking internally, shameful comfort and… a trace of pity welled in his chest.

He weakly raised a hand, patting Xiao Lin’s tense back in quiet reassurance.

Back at the Seventh Sector base, the air was thick with a strange mix—ashes of war overpowered by a feverish, almost religious awe.

The swarm had retreated. By miracle.

Every surviving soldier and guard stared at the fragile-looking silver-haired youth cradled in their war god’s embrace, eyes filled with indescribable fervor.

“My god… I saw it… I saw real moonlight…” one soldier sobbed, collapsing to his knees.

“He’s not a Guide… he’s not a Guide…” another battle-hardened veteran muttered, voice breaking. “He’s Heaven’s messenger sent to save us… a God!”

They no longer called him “that Guide,” but whispered reverently: “Holy One,” “Lord Moonlight,” “God’s Messenger walking among us.”

And thus, a legend was born.

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