Chapter 1593
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Chapter 1593 Can I Take a Look?
“Lù Bǎoyóu!!”
The laughing members of the preparatory team froze at the sight, then reached out with shocked cries.
However, one figure moved faster than the rest!
A blur instantly flashed past everyone, steadily catching Lù Bǎoyóu’s falling figure. Only then did the gust of movement brush past the others’ faces as they clearly saw who it was, astonishment appearing in their eyes.
The previously dazed Lin Qiye, who had been sitting in his wheelchair, had directly caught Lù Bǎoyóu. In those empty, sunken eyes, a rare glimmer of consciousness appeared.
“Lù Bǎoyóu!!” Fang Mo immediately rushed forward and began carefully examining his body.
Lù Bǎoyóu’s eyes were tightly shut, his eyelids trembling as if trapped in a painful nightmare. Beads of sweat slid down his temples, soaking the edge of Lin Qiye’s clothes.
“Was there a sneak attack?!!” Su Zhe whipped his head around to scan the surroundings but found no enemies.
“No, that’s not it… there was a fluctuation in his divine void.” A pair of heterochromatic eyes appeared in Fang Mo’s gaze as he frowned, staring at Lù Bǎoyóu’s body and muttering, “The fallen angel Lucifer… is dead?”
Only one possibility could cause such intense fluctuations in an agent’s divine void: the death of the deity they represented.
“Lucifer is dead? Does that mean Lù Bǎoyóu will directly obtain the demon law and become a god?!” Su Zhe seemed to realize something. “Wasn’t that how Senior Wang Mian became a god?”
“The situation is different! If Lù Bǎoyóu were to receive the law now, he would instantly collapse and disintegrate. He’s nowhere near ready for that.” Fang Mo shook his head firmly.
At that moment, Lù Bǎoyóu in Lin Qiye’s arms suddenly opened his eyes and began breathing heavily.
“Are you okay?” Li Zhenzhen asked worriedly.
“I’m fine… I just saw some things.” Lù Bǎoyóu took a deep breath, a gleam appearing in his eyes—something like joy, but mixed with confusion. “Lucifer is dead. I vaguely saw him die at the hands of a gray angel.”
“What about the law?”
“Lucifer’s law and body seem to have been devoured by that angel… so Lucifer’s soul contract didn’t take effect.”
Hearing this, everyone sighed in relief.
Lucifer’s death was cause for celebration, but if Lù Bǎoyóu had been affected as a result, that would have been terrible.
“A gray angel… so there are gray angels in this world?” Li Zhenzhen murmured in confusion.
“Whoever killed Lucifer has eliminated a major threat to Great Xia,” Fang Mo recalled the nightmare-like figure he had encountered on the battlefield, still feeling some lingering fear.
He looked at Lin Qiye standing silently behind Lù Bǎoyóu, joy appearing in his eyes. “And… Instructor Lin showed a reaction, which means his recovery isn’t far off.”
“Yes, Instructor Lin moved so fast just now, I couldn’t even see clearly.”
“Forget seeing clearly, I couldn’t even detect a trace of spiritual energy fluctuation. That’s our Instructor Lin for you.”
Everyone tried to chat with Lin Qiye for a while longer, but he showed no further reaction. When visiting hours ended, they reluctantly said goodbye and left the retreat center.
Lin Qiye sat in his wheelchair, watching their departing figures, his dry lips slightly pursed.
“So, these kids have grown a lot, haven’t they?”
A familiar voice sounded from behind Lin Qiye as Zuo Qing, wearing a dark red cloak, slowly walked over from the helipad.
Wu Quan, who was about to push Lin Qiye’s wheelchair back, stepped back upon seeing the visitor, not surprised by his arrival.
Since Lin Qiye had been admitted to Sunshine Mental Hospital, Zuo Qing had been visiting him almost every other day. Today was his scheduled visit.
“They’ve been very busy these past few days, traveling all over Great Xia. To make time to see you, they compressed three days’ work into a day and a half, not even sleeping… These kids you’ve trained are looking more and more like a special team,” Zuo Qing remarked with emotion.
Zuo Qing pushed Lin Qiye’s wheelchair, taking him for a stroll around the open area. Lin Qiye kept his head lowered, but a trace of clarity appeared in his murky eyes.
“Cao Yuan… has he been found?”
His hoarse voice broke the silence. Zuo Qing’s footsteps faltered, and after a long pause, he shook his head bitterly.
“No, we and the Great Xia God searched the seas near the Heavenly Court but couldn’t find his body… However, we did find traces of the Black King breaking his seal.”
Lin Qiye’s eyes contracted slightly, then fell back into deathly silence.
The Black King completely breaking free from the destiny lock meant that Cao Yuan was dead. After all, he was just a “prison” containing the Black King. When the prisoner broke out, the “prison” naturally ceased to exist.
“There’s one more thing…” Zuo Qing carefully chose his words before continuing, “The battle between [Chaos] and the Great Xia God destroyed the spirit spring that could quickly restore divine power. But don’t worry, Skadi and Kalan weren’t injured.
The bad news is that without the spirit spring, Skadi can’t use divine power frequently, and Kalan’s awakening will be delayed… The good news is that over the past month and a half, Kalan has consumed nearly a hundred years of time.
According to Skadi’s prediction, even without the spirit spring, Kalan should naturally awaken in less than a month.”
Hearing this, Lin Qiye’s heart suddenly trembled, and some color returned to his face.
Kalan’s awakening was no longer distant, which was undoubtedly excellent news for him. After all, now… Kalan was all he had left.
Lin Qiye raised his head and asked hoarsely:
“So… has [Nightfall] been forcibly disbanded?”
Once a special team’s membership falls below three people, it would be forcibly disbanded—this was the Night Watchmen’s rule. Now [Nightfall] had only Lin Qiye left. Even if they stretched the rule until Kalan’s return, they would still only have two people, still not meeting the requirement.
“…Not yet.” Zuo Qing shook his head. “Although according to the rules, [Nightfall] should indeed be forcibly disbanded, with its designation and resources given to a new special team, but… your situation is special. I overruled the objections from other senior officials, wanting to wait until you recover.”
Lin Qiye had witnessed [Nightfall]’s disintegration firsthand, and coupled with the shock to his “heart gate,” he was already in extreme pain. Taking away the [Nightfall] 005 designation and announcing forced disbandment now would be too cruel.
Lin Qiye gazed in the direction the Sixth Preparatory Team had left, those youthful and energetic faces once again appearing in his mind… His eyes, full of struggle and pain, slowly closed as he said:
“I’ve heard that at Night Watchmen Headquarters, there’s a stone monument inscribed with the names of all historical special teams… Could I go see it?”
