Apocalypse with my SSS Harem Beauties-Chapter 139: No Hesitation

They did not expect the guardian to notice them that quickly. The moment they stepped fully into the open yard, its head lifted and locked onto their formation as if it had sensed their presence long before they crossed the boundary.

There was no hesitation in its reaction. It didn’t even search. It simply recognized them.

Myles did not slow down.

At the very back of the formation, Lilian walked calmly, her pace measured.

While the others focused entirely on the towering figure ahead, her eyes drifted to the edges of the area and scanning through the orange Ether mist and the cracked pillars surrounding them.

The sensation she had felt earlier remained. But it was still faint and distant. Like an echo beneath the dominant fire aura of the guardian. It did not grow stronger, but it did not disappear either.

She could not see anything unusual that could be clear signs. But the presence lingered within her perception, subtle yet undeniable.

She narrowed her eyes slightly. But she said nothing.

Dum!

The guardian’s foot slammed into the blackened glass ground.

Dum!

Another step.

Each impact reverberated across the yard, the sound deep and heavy like a drum.

The vibrations traveled through their boots and up their legs.

The tension among the group tightened instantly.

Even Myles felt it.

His heartbeat quickened despite his steady expression.

Since Nadine’s death, he had forced himself to change. He had hardened his resolve and promised he would never freeze again. He told himself he would not fear monsters, not fear their power, and not fear loss.

That was his wish.

However, the reality was different.

Of course, fear still existed inside him.

It crawled at the edge of his mind as the four-meter burning figure closed distance with deliberate steps.

The pressure in the air pressed against his chest. His instincts screamed at him to be cautious.

But he pushed the thought down. Pressed it beneath his determination.

"It’s coming to us," Myles said, eyes fixed on the guardian. "There’s nothing left to wait for."

He accelerated.

His stride lengthened. His grip tightened around his short sword. The blade reflected the surging firelight as he moved straight toward the advancing monster.

Beside him, Michael noticed immediately.

He saw the decisiveness. No backward glance. No sign of retreat.

For too long, his own group had survived carefully. Always cautious, always calculating. Rarely daring to step forward to the monster first.

Now Myles moved without hesitation.

Michael felt something shift inside him.

"Right." He turned sharply toward his people. "Let’s go!"

The command snapped through the heat-heavy air.

Darius raised his shield higher. Rafe leaned forward, ready to burst. Selene’s stance lowered.

Victor and George matched Myles’ pace without question. Behind them, the second line tightened.

They increased their speed together and charged into the blazing monster.

Ahead of them, the guardian’s flames flared brighter, its hollow eyes blazing like twin suns as it prepared to collide with the approaching formation.

As the distance closed and the heat intensified, Myles realized his Fangblade alone would not be enough.

The guardian’s flame armor condensed too densely around its massive frame. He needed more.

Without slowing, he summoned his second weapon, the Noctyrix dagger.

A curved dagger materialized into his left hand. The dual grip felt balanced instantly, as if both blades had been waiting for this moment.

His pace increased. His feet struck the black glass ground in a sharp rhythm.

The others adjusted without being told with his pace as if naturally. Victor shifted slightly wider to create flanking space. George angled his path to prepare for a heavy swing.

Darius accelerated behind them to anchor the next rotation.

Then a sharp whistling tore through the heated air.

Arrows and compressed Ether bullets streaked forward from elevated positions, cutting through the orange mist in straight luminous lines.

They struck the guardian’s torso almost simultaneously.

The impact did not pierce deeply, but the reaction was immediate. The flame armor rippled violently. The towering body jerked half a step sideways.

The monster staggered.

Pale distortions spread across sections of its fiery plating where the projectiles embedded.

Ethan’s bullets attack carried a physical defense suppression effect. Samantha’s Ether arrows injected magical destabilization to its Ether.

The condensed fire layers flickered irregularly for a brief second.

That second was enough.

Myles arrived first.

He crossed the final distance in a burst of speed and swung both blades outward in a crossing arc.

Fangblade carved from right to left while Noctyrix sliced upward from below.

The guardian, still destabilized, could not fully brace.

Both weapons connected to its body.

The sensation that traveled up Myles’s arms was violent. He was not hitting flesh, or bone. It felt like striking superheated iron wrapped in compressed stone.

Clang!

Clang!

Sparks erupted outward in a shower of orange and white fragments.

The impact forced visible cracks through sections of the flame armor, the destabilized layers breaking apart under the combined physical and Ether force.

Almost at the same time George charged from Myles’ left with his hammer raised high. He brought it down in a powerful arc toward the guardian’s head.

Victor came from the right, cleaver blade slashing across the creature’s back in a diagonal cut.

Clang!

Clang!

Their weapons collided against the hardened flame shell, hitting partially through but meeting immense resistance.

WOOSHH!

Heat flared violently at the points of contact. The metal edges of their weapons hissed as fire licked upward along the weapons.

The guardian roared.

The sound burst outward like an explosion, a mixture of grinding stone and raging fire.

The air shook. Flames surged upward around its body, restoring broken sections of armor with rapid regeneration.

Its balance returned almost instantly.

Both of its massive arms swung outward in a wide horizontal sweep aimed to crush all three frontliners at once.

But Myles had already shifted his weight backward. Victor twisted away. George pushed off the heated ground just in time.

The burning arms tore through the space where they had stood a fraction of a second earlier, generating a wave of heat that blasted past them.

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