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  Gu Mengmeng rolled up half her sleeve, pointing at the man with the peculiar smile, “Beat him, beat him to death!”


  “Alright.” Elvis put Gu Mengmeng down and gently kissed her forehead. An aura of death was instantly dispersed around him the moment he spun around as he walked towards that faithful messenger from the messengers tribe of the Beast Deity one step at a time, looking like a demon.

  Gu Mengmeng did not idle either. Immediately, she stripped a piece of beast skin, running towards the nearest casualty, telling him to use his sharp claws to tear the beast skin into strips, then tie it around the wound tightly from the area closest to the heart for emergency hemostasis. Gu Mengmeng could not recall the name of the casualty lying on the floor, but she remembered his face. During the times that they dug potatoes, sweet potatoes and cured meat, they always had a great time together.

  “Gu Mengmeng…… I’m sorry, I was too weak.” Blood poured out profusely from his wound, but the male lowered his head, not daring to look into Gu Mengmeng’s eyes as if he did not feel the pain. He seemed embarrassed and frustrated, as if he had done unforgivable things.

  From the beginning, Gu Mengmeng has never agreed with the unspoken rule “Being weak is wrong hence deserving of death” in the beast world. She slapped his shoulder, “Don’t think like that, you’re very courageous. You knew you couldn’t defeat him, yet you still shielded me, didn’t you?” You are the warrior of Saint Nazaire, I am honoured and proud of you. First, let’s heal the wounds, it isn’t too late to seek revenge once we improve our skills.”


  “Hmm!” the male nodded determinedly and did not continue making anymore self-loathing comments.

  Gu Mengmeng got ready to handle the second casualty, but a weight was lifted off her hands.

  “I’ll take over from here.” Lea took the beast skin from Gu Mengmeng’s hands, his movements smooth as water, without an ounce of delay.

  Gu Mengmeng sighed. In front of a foreign enemy, she had to put down whatever feud between her and Lea. There was nothing that was more important than saving the lives of fellow tribesmen.

  Now that she did not have to worry about the casualties, Gu Mengmeng diverted her attention back to Elvis and that messenger. Both of them were similar in their skills, fighting head on, and it was difficult to tell the outcome. After observing for a long while, she concluded that Elvis had the upper hand. His moves of attack were accumulated from his past experiences in battle, and every movement was solid. As long as he hits the target, the faithful messenger will most likely not be able to climb back up.

  However, the faithful messenger’s posture was light yet agile, avoiding Elvis’ attack by close calls when his crucial spots were missed. He even counterattacked swiftly, taking opportunities to fight back. His moves were cunning, as he focused on attacking the three crucial points below the chin, allowing him to achieve similar effects without using much of his energy. It was a dexterous fighting method.

  Going down like this, it was obvious that Elvis was on the losing end.

  Gu Mengmeng frowned. Suddenly, she remembered what Oakley had told her that night.

  Fire……

  The previous messengers of the Beast Deity had used fire to create a ridiculous faith with fire which allowed them to rule this world under a disguise. For thousands of years, nobody dared to offend the Sauder messengers tribe.

  What a shame, it was heard that nobody in this tribe knew how to light a fire.

  But…… any random person in Saint Nazaire would know how to light it up.

  Gu Mengmeng smirked, her smile looking slightly evil. She gave a look to the casualty lying beside her, “Hey big brother, lend me a fire.”