Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 572 - 556: Protection

"A dead end?"

"A dead end!"

Feng Yuhuai widened her eyes, turned to look at the approaching wall of flames, and the panic on her face vanished.

For others, reaching a dead end means death, but for her, Feng Yuhuai, reaching a dead end brings new life.

Once it was like this, twice it was like this, three, four, five times, it’s always been like this.

There is a great being in Destiny protecting her!

Who could it be?

Feng Yuhuai pondered this question too. At first, she thought it was [Mask] her boyfriend, but later she felt [Mask] didn’t have that kind of ability.

After all, every time she was saved from danger, it wasn’t always [Mask] rescuing her; there were others she didn’t recognize.

For instance, the Investigation Corps once saved her from her grandfather’s grasp, even if they are now hunting her down again.

So, there is only one answer: the great being protecting her in the dark is... a kind of great theorem or law.

In mathematics, if the same conditions (a dead end) are inputted once, twice, three, four, five times, and the same result (a new life) is necessarily obtained, it is called a theorem.

Thus, Feng Yuhuai named the great theorem she discovered—the Dead End Huai Theorem!

Now, it’s time once again to test if this theorem will take effect.

"Watch out for a trick!"

The captain sternly warned, and three warriors simultaneously halted in their tracks as if they were a mirror image.

They also noticed the strange smile on Feng Yuhuai’s lips—that was definitely not the expression of someone at the end of the road encountered by monsters.

Do monsters have a second phase?

Some monsters in the Hidden Sect’s ruins will evolve into a second phase when faced with certain death; this is the rule known to the Investigation Corps.

"Throw grenades!"

In almost the same millisecond, three high-explosive grenades traced a perfect arc in the air.

When in doubt, throw one!

Amidst the rumbling explosions, the crimson threads blossomed into a rain of scattered fragments.

"No second phase?"

The pupils of the three special warriors constricted slightly as a blindingly cold alarm suddenly lit up on their tactical goggles, a bone-chilling coldness was attacking from behind.

Oh no, the monster’s second phase is coming from behind them?!!

The chilling aura enveloped the exoskeleton armor, and the ghostly blue flames from the thrusters instantly solidified, turning into an eerie blue light sealed in ice crystals.

The three warriors barely had time to turn around before the biting frost spread frantically through the joints.

A crimson sheen quickly formed on the inside of the mask, icy blood spatters—blood from the nasal cavity that froze in an instant.

"Crack—"

With the crisp sound of ice cracking, the three ice sculptures simultaneously shattered.

The impenetrable exoskeleton armor collapsed with a clatter, revealing the bright red flesh frozen inside, with distinct textures reflecting the light, looking so inviting, yet tantalizing.

The exploded crimson threads wriggled and coalesced, just reforming into human shape.

Feng Yuhuai saw the wide eyes and the sight of the three special warriors pursuing her transformed into delectable frozen meat.

"The Dead End Huai Theorem truly once again..."

Before Feng Yuhuai could finish the smile she had started to form on her face, it suddenly froze.

A figure cloaked in black appeared specter-like before her, the face concealed by a metallic mask revealing no emotion, only a pair of cold eyes observing her through the gaps.

That person just stood there quietly, making her feel as if she’d fallen into an ice cellar.

"Feng Yuhuai!"

The black-robed figure coughed, a hoarse, sinister voice,

"You are the host body for the Evil Sacrifice parasite, aren’t you?"

The terrifying force of iciness surged forth, the body she had just reassembled began to freeze inch by inch.

She could not discern whether this iciness was a form of advanced martial arts, cutting-edge technology, or the terrifying power of the Evil Sacrifice?

She could only instinctively feel an unprecedented chill that seemed to want to freeze her very soul.

The Dead End Huai Theorem has always proven effective.

But the warning signs of cold have never been wrong either.

So, am I saved, or...?

Feng Yuhuai glanced at the frozen meat on the ground, her heart pounding with terror, instinctively wanting to trigger the red threads to self-destruct, even though she didn’t know how many seconds it could delay or what use it would serve.

But the Black Yama didn’t seem to want to waste time with Feng Yuhuai. With a raised hand, a pitch-black shackle locked onto her throat.

Click—

The shackle locked, and the moment the clasp closed, it made a sound she would never forget.

Feng Yuhuai felt the strength in her body recede like a tide, the red threads within her went completely silent, leaving her incredibly weak.

The Raven coughed twice, a cold voice emanated from beneath the metallic mask:

"Feng Yuhuai, I hereby formally inform you on behalf of the Night Watcher organization, you are under arrest."

Feng Yuhuai’s face suddenly turned ashen, her pupils contracting violently, a fear far greater than facing death engulfing her.

Her legs went weak, and she collapsed to the ground, like a dead dog with a collar around its neck.

"The Dead End Huai Theorem" indeed proved once again—she survived.

But the price of this "life" turned out to be capture and imprisonment, worse than death?!!

Feng Yuhuai couldn’t envision the horrors of death, but she could imagine the sinister iron bars, the pallid searchlights, and shackles forever submerged in filth that could never be broken free.

Better to die than live without freedom!

Feng Yuhuai wished she could die, but she didn’t even have the strength to bite her tongue to do so, and even if she did bite off her tongue, she wouldn’t die.

How ironic, under the Dead End Huai Theorem, even death had become a luxury.

Rapid footsteps echoed from deep within the tunnel.

The Corpse Recovery Man driver caught up breathlessly. Without Black Yama’s permission, how could he dare leave on his own?

This business deal had to be completed from start to finish to get a good review; otherwise, he wouldn’t dare sleep at night.

Dong Ping, meanwhile, looked at the scene before him. He had heard Black Yama’s arrest notice for Feng Yuhuai from a distance, and as he got closer and saw Feng Yuhuai’s dead dog-like appearance, a look of glee spread across his face.

He appeared to regain hope in seeking revenge.

"Master of the Night Watch,"

He rushed forward excitedly with a trembling body:

"I want to make an official report, not only is Feng Yuhuai a monster, but so is her father, her brother, her mother, her whole family are monsters in human skin. They all must be arrested to clear the skies of Zone 9!"

The more Dong Ping spoke, the more excited he became, his decaying face twisted into a sinister grin.

He seemed to imagine seeing the Feng family thrown into prison, reunited, and touched by their familial bond.

"Especially her father Feng Ju, who has infiltrated the Patrol Office..."

His rotten gums ground with hatred as he added:

"Feng Ju shelters his daughter, rose to his position by consuming others, and is about to become the Chief Constable of the Patrol Office. He poses a significant threat to the lives of the Zone 9 inhabitants, please take charge, Master of the Night Watch—"

A rotting living corpse was passionately pleading on behalf of the living in Zone 9.

If a journalist were present, they would surely capture this deeply moving scene, broadcast it on television, and spread it as a narrative full of positive energy.

Alas, in the dark sewers, only the rats witnessed this absurd drama.

"Cough, cough... ugh..."

Dong Ping became so excited that he hacked up half of a rat’s head from his throat.

But he remained oblivious, still staring intensely, almost manically, at Black Yama’s mask, while Feng Yuhuai, tethered like a dead dog, fixed her gaze upon him as well...