The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 88

On the battlefield, an eerie, sacred silence had fallen.

The black tide of countless bug-like aliens, which had once surged violently, was now tame, like a forest that had been domesticated. They retracted their claws and mandibles, hovering silently in space, as if the most devoted pilgrims, gazing upon their sole deity.

Inside the “Fortress Shield” base, soldiers who had survived the calamity either knelt or stood, tears streaming down their faces, their eyes fixed on the slender figure bathed in a pearl-purple halo atop the broadcast tower.

It was the Moon God.

Their god.

This miraculous scene, transmitted live from the battlefield, spread to every surviving corner of the Seventh Star Sector.

In the control room, Gu Qingfeng stared at the figure, his obsession nearly overflowing—like witnessing a rare treasure finally shining in its full glory.

Beside him, Xiao Lin’s dark-golden eyes churned with emotions more violent than a cosmic storm.

It was the ultimate pride.

And fear capable of burning him to ashes.

His Ning Ning.

A god.

And yet, the most lethal bait in the universe.

…

At the very moment this tranquility reached its peak, far in the darkness, in a black flagship hidden like a blade, the man on the throne—Los—looked at the figure on the star map that haunted his soul and finally let out a satisfyingly pathological, soft laugh.

“I’ve found you.”

His long fingers tapped the void lightly, as if touching Ning Ning’s cheek across countless light-years.

“The Moon Capture Plan… commence the net.”

His voice was disturbingly gentle.

“Go… bring my god…”

“—back.”

The moment the order was given, chaos erupted!

At the center of the docile bug tide, a massive mutant core with bizarre silver patterns on its shell suddenly glowed a piercing crimson.

An invisible, extremely concentrated psychic shock—a spiritual needle capable of piercing the soul—ripped through space, silently and faster than light, aimed straight at the source of power: Ning Ning atop the broadcast tower!

This was not a physical attack, but a far more insidious and lethal reverse psychic assault!

No one noticed.

The soldiers were still lost in the ecstatic joy of salvation.

Gu Qingfeng’s brow had just furrowed as he tried to warn, but it was already too late.

Only Xiao Lin sensed it!

The instant that invisible attack appeared, every cell in his body screamed! This was not thought, not a command—it was instinct carved into his very bones, a primal alert from the depths of his soul!

He didn’t even have time to shout a word.

“Boom—!”

A dark-golden meteor shot out from the mothership in a near-suicidal trajectory.

It didn’t aim at any enemy, didn’t prepare any firepower, and simply threw itself recklessly between the psychic assault and the broadcast tower!

“It’s the ‘Battle Wolf’! The Marshal’s mech!”

“Marshal!”

“No—!” In the control room, Gu Qingfeng’s pupils dilated as he shouted in alarm.

The Empire’s strongest war machine, at that moment, did not attempt to evade.

It simply spread its arms like a silent mountain, directly confronting the soul-shattering attack with its heaviest chest armor.

“Hum—!”

The Battle Wolf’s energy shield, thin as a cicada’s wing against the psychic assault, shattered instantly without lasting even a millisecond.

Then, the concentrated killing intent slammed into the mech’s thick physical armor.

No explosion, no fire.

Only a screeching metallic wail that sent shivers directly into everyone’s soul, bypassing the ears entirely—a dull knife scraping repeatedly across their spirits, pain almost unbearable.

The entire empire saw the heartbreaking scene on the live broadcast.

The Battle Wolf’s chest, forged from the hardest alloy, visibly caved inward in a terrifying curve. Cracks spider-webbed across its surface, sparks crackling at the seams—a wail of agony unlike any other.

The immense impact forced the thousands-of-tons war machine to collapse from midair.

“Bang!!!”

One knee of the Battle Wolf slammed onto the platform in front of the broadcast tower, cracking the solid ground. Black smoke rose from the damaged shoulder and back, yet it remained kneeling, a fallen giant.

Still, it held its massive body unwaveringly before Ning Ning, sacrificing its shattered armor, broken circuits, and the blood and will of the man inside the cockpit to create an absolute shield.

This scene engraved itself not only into the eyes of every viewer across the empire but also deep into Ning Ning’s heart.

At the moment the Battle Wolf kneeled, the soothing Song of the Gods abruptly ceased.

It did not fade slowly—it snapped like a taut string, abruptly and completely.

A sharp, soul-piercing pain, foreign and gut-wrenching, seemed to penetrate through the mech’s heavy shell into Ning Ning’s mind.

Pain.

So much pain…

Ning Ning swayed instinctively, pressing his hand to his chest, empty yet seemingly gripped by an invisible hand, making it almost impossible to breathe.

He stared at the half-kneeling, battered dark-golden mech.

At its dented chest, at the rising black smoke.

Through the cold steel, he could see the man inside the cockpit—the one who always protected him in clumsy, steadfast ways, the one who panicked over the smallest things for him, the one who treated him as life itself.

Xiao Lin…

The dreamlike purple eyes, always carrying a shimmer, instantly burned away all softness, confusion, and naive desire.

An icy, crimson film rose slowly from the depths of his pupils, covering the original purple.

The pearl-colored halo around Ning Ning no longer radiated gentleness.

It began to flicker violently, unstable, as if something far more terrifying and primal was about to break free from its sacred glow.

A feeling he had never experienced, cold to the extreme, erupted from the depths of his soul like a dormant volcano awakening after millennia.

It was not fear of danger.

But watching the thing he cherished most being destroyed—a rage capable of burning the entire universe.

“You…”

Ning Ning’s lips moved, uttering two words.

Soft, but icy.

“…all die.”

The next second, a force far more overwhelming than the Song of the Gods radiated from him—the divine power of the Moon Wheel, sweeping outward!

All lower-tier bugs couldn’t even pause in its presence.

They were crushed, exploding into green pulp under invisible hands.

Yet Ning Ning didn’t glance at them once.

He stumbled toward the half-kneeling mech, desperately pounding the scalding cockpit.

“Xiao Lin! Xiao Lin, open the door!”

“Answer me!”

With a metallic scraping sound, the severely damaged cockpit door slowly opened.

He saw it.

Xiao Lin slumped in the pilot seat, his uniform soaked in blood, bleeding from every orifice. Severe psychic trauma made even staying conscious a struggle.

Yet he fought to open his blood-blurred eyes.

When he saw Ning Ning unharmed before him, the iron-blooded man managed a weak, exhausted, yet deeply satisfied smile.

With his last ounce of strength, he whispered:

“Good… good…”

“You’re alright…”

Those words shattered all of Ning Ning’s defenses.

Tears flowed uncontrollably, large and heavy.

He threw himself into Xiao Lin’s arms, hugging him tightly and clumsily, sobbing almost hysterically, repeatedly whispering into his ear:

“I really like you…”

“Xiao Lin, I really like you…”

For the first time, he expressed his feelings so plainly.

Hearing the words he had always dreamed of, all of Xiao Lin’s pain seemed to vanish.

Using the last of his strength, he lifted a hand and placed a precious, weighty kiss on Ning Ning’s soft silver hair.

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