Lord Game: I Have 100 Million Talents-Chapter 102 - 78: I really want... I really want to have him...

Chapter 102: Chapter 78: I really want... I really want to have him...

In an instant, Fenrir’s body shot back dozens of meters like a puppet with its strings cut, smashing heavily against the ancient city’s mottled stone wall.

The crack of bone mingled with a burst of dust. She collapsed, trembling, in a pile of rubble. Her bloodstained fingertips dug into the cracks between the stones, but she no longer had the strength to push herself up.

The light in her ghostly blue pupils began to fade.

’I can’t beat him...’

’I can’t beat him at all...’

’Even with Snow Crow, my Frost Wolf Demon Beast, here... even if we joined forces and transformed into the Frost Wolf Knight, we still couldn’t defeat this terrifying Evil God Hero...’

’Today...’

’Am I going to die here...?’

’Heh...’

’Of course...’

’I should have known...’

’Pride is never a good habit...’

’That Ratman Warrior, Diablo, even went out of his way last night to warn my personal guard never to underestimate the underground Kobold Hero who became Gluttony’s Chosen...’

’But I didn’t take it to heart at all...’

’I never imagined the gap in power between me and my enemy would be this wide...’

’And I certainly never thought...’

’...that I would be beaten so badly today...’

’Sigh...’

’Regretting it now...’

’...seems pointless...’

’I guess I’ll just...’

’...quietly wait for my life to slip away...’

In her despair, Fenrir suddenly glimpsed the terrifying Evil God Hero who had been mercilessly slaughtering his way through the Wolfman army. He froze abruptly, like a large rat caught in a trap, and unconcealable terror erupted in his murky eyes.

The next second, ignoring the blood and filth covering him and the desperate resistance of the surrounding Wolfmen, he dragged his Champion’s Axe and scrambled backward. The crisp sound of his battle boots crushing corpses carried the panic of a beaten dog.

’What?’

’What’s happening?’

Before Fenrir could ponder it further, a familiar voice sounded from behind her. It was like a ray of light splitting through dark clouds, illuminating the gloom in her heart.

"Queen Fenrir."

"If you had been willing to swear fealty to me last night,"

"you would now be wielding a power far superior to that Evil God Hero, capable of crushing him to dust in the blink of an eye."

’It’s him!?’

’That human Lord!?’

Qin Feng opened his right hand. A pure white ball of light pulsed brightly in his palm before bursting open like a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis. It transformed into a massive white Healing Barrier that completely enveloped the critically injured Fenrir in a torrent of pure Holy Light. Every inch of the radiance that washed over her wounds rippled with white, healing energy.

[Activated "Healing Hand" skill. You have summoned a Healing Barrier and are healing all allied units within it!]

[Your "Evil Aura" Talent has taken effect on allied units!]

[Your ally "Fenrir" Life Value +20!]

[Your ally "Fenrir" Life Value +20!]

[Your ally...]

Qin Feng’s voice was as cold as a snowy night, the end of his words trailing off with meaningful deliberation.

"Of course."

"Whether or not you swear fealty to me,"

"is your own problem. I cannot make that decision for you."

"Just as you cannot decide for me, a Divine Chosen Lord, whether I should bow and submit to your White Wolf Empire."

He suddenly lowered his head and toyed with the Grassland Longbow in his hands. The cold silver bowstring traced a crescent arc of light before Fenrir’s eyes.

"I respect your decision."

"So I hope you can respect mine."

"And not use something as trivial as the ’Wolf Riding Skill’ as a condition,"

"to try and force my hand."

As he finished speaking, Qin Feng raised his Grassland Longbow. He hooked a single finger on the taut string. Bathed in the intersecting white light of the Glowing Crystals and the Healing Barrier, the bowstring began to hum and vibrate ceaselessly.

SWOOSH!

With the sharp twang of the released string, the arrow shot forth like a cold bolt of lightning tearing through the night. It precisely struck an opening in King Rado’s defense from behind. The plague-like wind stirred up by its fletching left a foul, ghostly green trail in its wake.

[Your arrow has successfully hit Gluttony’s Chosen, "Rado"!]

[Affected by the enemy’s Talent "Thick-Skinned and Robust"! Your Physical Damage for this attack is reduced by 30%!]

[You dealt 1 point of Physical Damage to the enemy!]

[The enemy is now Poisoned (4 stacks)! They will lose 7 Life Value per second! Their movement speed and Attack Speed are reduced by 12%!]

Seeing King Rado’s massive figure already fleeing into the distance, Qin Feng lowered the gleaming Grassland Longbow and extended his right hand to the stunned Fenrir.

"Get up."

"Then give the order to your Wolfman brethren."

"Have them cover me with all their might. Tell them to ignore that Evil God Hero and just hold back the other Kobolds."

"I will deal with our biggest problem myself."

Staring at the suddenly offered hand, Fenrir, who had been dazed for some time, snapped back to her senses. She hurriedly grasped his warm fingertips, pushed herself to her feet, and blurted out:

"I’ll go with you!"

"I’ll be your personal guard!"

Qin Feng didn’t refuse. He just nodded faintly.

"Fine."

"Then let’s go."

[Your "Evil Aura" Talent is affecting allied units!]

[All allied units within a 100-meter radius have their movement speed increased by 100%!]

And so, under the shocked gazes of all the Wolfmen and Fenrir, Qin Feng let loose completely. His fingertips flew across the bowstring in rapid succession. Arrowheads emanating a green, toxic mist struck one after another, finding their way under the scales of King Rado’s armor from all sorts of physics-defying angles. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Though they seemed to lack any significant killing power,

they were enough to send the once-invincible King Rado scurrying in all directions.

In addition, Qin Feng would occasionally unleash his Arrow Rain Skills to help the surrounding Wolfman army clear out the unyielding Kobold Gluttony Warriors.

That strange Arrow Rain falling from the sky,

could not only accurately distinguish between friend and foe on the battlefield,

but it also pinned the tenacious Kobold Gluttony Warriors in place, shattering their seemingly indestructible black armor to dust.

Then, once his "Kunos’ Arrow" ultimate ability was fully charged, Qin Feng fired a golden Divine Punishment Arrow that seemed to tear the night sky asunder, slamming it into the middle of a dense Kobold formation.

In just an instant, frenzied Magic Energy swept across the battlefield like a bomb. Not only was the splattering blood incinerated to dust by the intense heat, but not even a trace of the Kobolds’ bodies remained. Only a scorched, acrid stench roiled in the air.

’This...!?’

’Such incredible archery!’

’Especially that golden Magic Arrow he just released!’

’It’s almost comparable to my ’Ice Sacred Spear’!’

’No!’

’It’s even stronger!’

’My ’Ice Sacred Spear’ can kill one enemy at most, but his golden Magic Arrow instantly obliterated all enemies within a five-meter radius of the target!’

’Is this the confidence that allows him to refuse swearing allegiance to any power...?’

Fenrir watched, her heart pounding. She had assumed this Divine Chosen Lord called "Tingfeng" would be like the other four human Divine Chosen Lords she knew of—mere mortals who held divine authority but possessed no real skill of their own.

But she never expected.

That his combat prowess was in no way inferior to her own.

He even possessed an extremely valuable healing ability, capable of saving the lives of countless Warriors on a battlefield littered with corpses.

’I want...’

’I want him so badly...’

’I want him to become a member of our White Wolf Empire...’

As she thought this, Fenrir turned her head to steal a glance at Qin Feng, who was standing beside her. He was currently focused on his archery. As the bowstring vibrated, his eyelashes cast a butterfly-wing-like Shadow in the smoke of battle. Paired with his earlier unflappable way of speaking, he perfectly fit her ideal image of a cold, handsome, and powerful man.

’Or...’

She ran the tip of her tongue over a canine tooth, and her wolf ears, hidden beneath her flowing white hair, trembled like leaves in an autumn wind.

’...he could just be mine.’

The thought flared up like a wildfire, rushing to the tips of Fenrir’s ears. It was so intense that even the fine down in her hair seemed to steam with heat. A blush crept from her cheekbones across her face, and even her cold blue eyes seemed to burn until they shimmered with moisture, revealing a rare gentleness amidst the clamor of the battlefield.

’I just wonder...’

Fenrir’s fingers unconsciously twisted the cord of her cape behind her. Her cute wolf ears drooped slightly at her temples, their downy tips trembling with her fluctuating emotions.

’...if he has anyone he likes...’