Dimensional Hotel-Chapter 623: Sacrifice

The entire "parking lot" was instantly engulfed by explosions and roaring sounds, with smoke and flames rising fiercely, the acrid smell of particles burning through the air and flesh mixed with the constantly seeping snow and mist.

The battle was fierce from the very beginning, with neither side holding back for any reason.

Two Hidden Monastery soldiers hit by blood needles were quickly eliminated by their comrades who reacted swiftly. This unit, personally led by a priest, was evidently an elite force of the Hidden Monastery. Despite being initially startled by the terrifying situation, they quickly realized the possible reason for their comrades' sudden loss of control and, while rapidly seeking cover, began pouring bullets and particle beams toward Yu Sheng's position.

Meanwhile, a white-robed priest hiding behind a soldier suddenly raised his hand toward the center of the battlefield, pointing distantly at the blood grenade continuously emitting red mist. Initially, he summoned a gust of wind, but when he found that even the wind couldn't dispel the seemingly thin blood mist, he promptly summoned a large barrier, keeping the blood mist at bay.

The blood mist kept corroding the shield, producing a hissing sound as if strong acid were corroding steel.

In the next second, two fox tails spewing long propulsion flames suddenly sliced through the air, fiercely bombarding that energy barrier—the explosion triggered by the Fox Radish Missiles shook the entire underground garage, fox fire soared skyward, making the barrier waver, and shattering it with the arrival of the next missile.

The white-robed priest let out a startled cry; perhaps never in his life did he expect his shield to be blown to smithereens by a fox tail. Amid the intense dizziness and pain caused by the backlash of spiritual energy, he desperately tried to summon the shield again while widening his eyes—he saw a towering Brass Knight suddenly split in half in mid-air, its sturdy charged armor cut open as if made of paper, and his peripheral vision barely caught a fleeting shadow.

In the next second, that shadow suddenly stopped on the battlefield, seemingly intentionally for the Hidden Monastery priests opposite to get a good look, as Luna slowly raised a hand amidst the smoke, with sharp fingertip blades glistening with the glow reflected by the eerie blue fox fire.

The fiercely burning fox fire spread and soared behind her like an angry and flamboyant cloak, with the pervasive blood mist swirling around her, serving as an extremely dangerous "living blood" to enemies, yet continuously strengthening and repairing her body.

"...It's the errant machine body!" A Hidden Monastery soldier seemed to finally recognize something, pointing in Luna's direction and shouting, "The one mentioned in the report!"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a small shadow suddenly piercing through the smoke and mist on the battlefield, its speed fast and body small, combined with fox fire spreading all over the ground, he couldn't make out what it was, only felt a blur at the corner of his eye, and two Brass Knights in the frontline fell down, followed by the small shadow charging at them with a jump slash—

It was an unimpressive-looking short squat puppet, holding a black, round, handled object in its hand.

"What the f..."

The church soldier only managed to let out a short exclamation on the communicator before feeling a sharp pain in his knee, the energy shield and armor layer of his power armor were shattered instantly, and he flew sideways without making a sound in mid-air.

His comrade saw clearly beside him, it was a frying pan.

"Quickly, stop that thing!"

A series of particle beams instantly showered at Erin, but the small puppet's body sharply dodged in a series of acute angles during the charge, golden threads guiding her as she dashed around among a group of church soldiers, even using the frying pan to block those unavoidable barrages several times, then she rolled past a Brass Knight charging at her, aimed at the nearest soldier to her, and jumped up to slam the frying pan on the opponent's knee.

The small puppet rampaged across the battlefield, exploiting the cover of smoke (and her 66.6 cm height) to rush into the enemy's ranks, darting around like a mad cat under the feet of Brass Knights and church soldiers, taking advantage whenever unnoticed with a jump slash—last time she encountered Brass Knights, she wasn't very adept, but now she's skilled enough to jump up and knock knees of various heights.

The Brass Knights, once struck by her frying pan, would immediately collapse, as if their souls were "dispelled" and ceased operating, whereas human church soldiers, although not directly killed, would be severely injured on the spot—the joints of power armors were inherently fragile structures, and that pan dealt critical hits causing real damage, smashing knees with precision!

Within that short time, chaos ensued wherever the small puppet went, the wreckage of Brass Knights blocking the church soldiers' retreat, soldiers with legs smashed cried out in pain, or directly fainted, and Erin didn't pursue them—she simply focused on smashing the enemy's knees, or tapping toes with the frying pan, specializing in hitting then immediately turning to flee, so even rabbits were no match for her.

"Ahahaha, come hit me! You bunch of idiots can't even brush against my skirt!"

The small puppet dodged a series of furious gunfire by weaving through legs and rolling, shouting arrogant taunts with time to spare, yet at this moment, a sense of foreboding suddenly exploded within her.

Erin felt a chill down her spine, energy swelling and unsettling all around her. She reflexively turned and ran towards Yu Sheng, but as soon as she reached the center of the battlefield, she felt as though her limbs were tangled in something, finding it hard to move, even her hair stood on end—once smooth blonde hair fluffed up like a golden feather duster.

"What..."

She looked in astonishment towards a certain direction, just in time to see a Hidden Monastery priest in gold-trimmed white robes open his hand towards her—the priest's face burned with fury, his white robe fluttered in the energy turmoil, his body visibly heightened, muscles swelling, skin faintly glowing with saintly gold light, even his face gradually resembling a kind of classical marble statue emblematic of gods and heroes, while a halo of thorn illusion flickering with golden electric light hovered above his head, like a sacred crown.

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"Listen to the omen of the Saint Realm!"

The priest shouted in anger.

Erin only had time to utter a cry of surprise before her vision was enveloped by a dazzling thunderstorm. Instinctively, she raised a frying pan over her head in defense, only to feel herself being blown into the air, shattering into many pieces that scattered throughout the parking lot.

A sphere of lightning erupted from the center of the underground parking lot, the thunder transforming into layers of charged storms that pushed outward relentlessly, sweeping across the entire space. Yu Sheng watched as Erin was torn apart and flew out, followed immediately by Hu Li's recently launched Fox Tails being detonated in mid-air by the lightning storm.

Luna rushed in front of him, and with sheer force, sliced through a surge of the approaching thunderstorm using her Fingertip Blade, but the second and third layers followed quickly, blowing her away as well.

Yu Sheng was also blown away – faced with the all-encompassing sweep of the storm, he had nowhere to hide.

The taste of blood permeated the air. He slammed into a pillar, uncertain of how many wounds he had accumulated. He felt his heart halt momentarily, then absentmindedly forget about dying, causing it to start thumping again. After a while, his heart seemed to recognize something amiss, halting once more.

Yu Sheng let himself bleed freely, leaning against a pillar, gritting his teeth.

Something golden rolled over from the side, stopping by his hand.

It was Erin's little head – the puppet lay there looking up, her golden hair standing on end, her face dark, yet her eyes remained clear. She opened her mouth, her small white teeth shining against her blackened face: "Is this okay? Is this okay? Is this okay..."

Heavy footsteps sounded once more from afar, and Yu Sheng strained to lift his head, only to see another batch of Brass Knights crossing the rift at the end of the parking lot, entering the battlefield.

Hidden Monastery soldiers were busy transporting the corpses of the fallen and the severely injured, whose legs Erin had broken, into the rift. Meanwhile, the priest with a halo of thorns floating above his head was calming the spiritual energy disturbance, while instructing the remaining soldiers to deal with the massive Nine-Tailed Demon Fox on the other side of the parking lot—

The instant the lightning storm erupted, Hu Li transformed into the Nine-tailed form, relying on the robust physique of the demon fox to withstand the thunder directly. Now she was brimming with electric light, summoning a batch of Fox Travel Cannons again, using the Foxfire Barrage to barely suppress the opposing Hidden Monastery sect.

"Quick, summon the mass-produced puppets," Yu Sheng turned his head, looking at the puppet head beside him, "while that leader over there is still on cooldown."

At this moment, he was somewhat relieved that Erin hadn't rushed to bring the mass-produced puppets onto the battlefield earlier; otherwise, the chain lightning storm might have turned the fragile mass-produced units into shattered debris – despite being mass-produced, instant large-scale destruction would surely impact Erin significantly.

However, Erin did not respond.

The little puppet head was still lying on the ground, somehow looking a bit dazed.

The blood flowing beside Yu Sheng stained her hair, clinging to her blackened face, slowly submerging half of Erin's face in blood. She heard Yu Sheng's words but seemed too slow to comprehend them, gradually lifting her eyelids, opening and closing her mouth repeatedly, uttering small murmurs:

"...Sacri..."

Yu Sheng, struggling in pain, almost lost his breath at her words: "Do you really need to remind me I'm about to kick the bucket? My heart's been on pause for several minutes..."

The puppet's mouth continued to move: "fice..."

Yu Sheng: "...Hmm?"

He watched the little puppet head bit by bit sinking into the pool of blood, almost seeming to melt into it.

As more than half of her face was "submerged," a wisp of a smile slowly appeared on Erin's face, a smile that was almost saintly.

"Sacrifice."