Stronger with More Jobs-Chapter 493 - 245: The Biggest Wave of Skill Points!!

Chapter 493: Chapter 245: The Biggest Wave of Skill Points!!

Fang Qingyu listened to those two light yet extremely heavy words from Jiang Wei.

God...

They kept echoing in his mind.

He looked at the tiny figure curled up beside him, that expressionless little face appearing particularly fragile under the lingering smoke and dim light.

It was unimaginable that she bore such a "mortal enemy."

Reincarnating time after time, struggling to survive in the shadows of pursuit.

Fang Qingyu opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, he just remained silent.

Because he saw Jiang Wei had lowered her head again, unconsciously sucking on that lollipop, her eyes falling on the scorched earth beneath her, seemingly lost in her own thoughts, with no intention of continuing the conversation.

Pushing further would only add to her burden, or touch upon some taboo she wasn’t ready to delve into.

And so.

The two sat quietly on the scorched ruins, leaning against the hot rocks.

In the distance, sporadic flames still burned, making crackling sounds.

The Force Field Barrier hummed slightly, insulating them from the outside clamor.

The air was thick with the smell of burnt flesh, blood, and the earthy scent of the ground being torn apart.

Smoke drifted up slowly in the polluted air like a gray veil, further dimming the already dark light.

Time seemed to have slowed its pace on this battlefield that had just witnessed destruction, leaving only the heavy breathing and the monotonous backdrop of burning flames.

No one knew how long had passed, maybe a few minutes, maybe a dozen.

"Zila..."

The encrypted communicator in Fang Qingyu’s tactical pouch suddenly emitted static, breaking the deathly silence.

Soon after, Wei Banmeng’s clear voice, tinged with an unnoticeable fatigue and concern, came through:

"Qingzi? How’s the situation on your end? Solved?"

Fang Qingyu quickly gathered his thoughts, picked up the communicator, his voice returning to its usual calm and steady tone: "Solved. The core of the nest is destroyed, all three Tier Two Tree Ghosts are eliminated. I estimate the force field can be removed soon. How are things outside?"

On the other end, a sigh of relief seemed to be let out, and then Wei Banmeng’s clear voice arrived, accompanied by the unique bustle of city streets in the background, with distant sirens and the clamor of crowds:

"Great. We’ve just finished here too. All remaining Tier Two Life Ghost fluctuation points have been cleared, and both Chu Kuanglan and Lu Jiuyuan are fine. We’re assisting local forces with the final inspection and evacuation. Can you get out?"

"Hmm, we’re coming out now."

Fang Qingyu responded, his gaze sweeping over Jiang Wei, who was sitting quietly beside him.

He stood up, stretching his muscles which had become sore from relaxation, then extended a hand to Jiang Wei, who was still sitting on the ground hugging her knees.

"Let’s go."

Fang Qingyu’s voice was light, hoarse from battle, yet extraordinarily clear.

At the sound, Jiang Wei slowly raised her head.

Her clear red eyes looked at the hand extended by Fang Qingyu, then slowly moved upwards to meet his calm gaze.

Her eyes seemed to flicker with a faint trace of confusion, mingled with... a somewhat incredulous inquiry.

From their previous conversation, she had already revealed her cards...

Being hunted by the Divine True Body.

This meant that the deeper the bond with her, the higher the risk of facing the true body of a god in the future. That would be a disaster surpassing Life Ghosts and far exceeding the Descent Dharma Body.

An ordinary person would be terrified upon hearing the words "Divine True Body" and would avoid it at all costs.

Yet he... still peacefully extended his hand to her at this moment?

Fang Qingyu saw that she was just looking at him and not moving, seemingly understanding the hint of hesitation in her eyes.

Slightly bending over, he directly grasped her slightly cool little hand and gently pulled her up.

"What are you daydreaming about?"

Fang Qingyu’s voice carried a hint of an indistinct smile, as if discussing something trivial, "I’ve taken down quite a few so-called gods already. What Descent Dharma Body, Reincarnation Body... do you think I would be afraid of that?"

His tone was flat, yet it carried an unyielding confidence, fearless of anything.

This was not blind arrogance; it was confidence built from countless bloody battles and repeatedly crossing the line between life and death.

Jiang Wei, being held by the hand by him, stood by his side.

Feeling the warmth and undeniable strength coming from his palm.

She looked up, at his Molten Gold Gaze deep with equanimity and determination, staying silent for a few seconds.

Then she gently spoke in a tone akin to stating a fact:

"The true body of a god... is different."

She was reminding him, also stating a cold fact.

The descent of the true body means the complete release of authority, the crushing of rules—there will be a disparity in the level of life.

Fang Qingyu heard this, but the curve of his mouth deepened a little.

Holding Jiang Wei’s hand, he stepped forward towards the edge of the force field.

"That’s just right."

His voice wasn’t loud, yet it was like thunder exploding in Jiang Wei’s heart lake.

"I haven’t killed a true body yet."

The afterglow of the setting sun struggled to penetrate the smoke-filled and dirty clouds, spilling onto the desolate scorched earth.

Stretching a long shadow of the big and small figures walking side by side behind them...

Out of the forest.

Lin Kang, Qin Hui, Duan Ling and the others were still in the camp.

Seeing Fang Qingyu holding Jiang Wei and coming out unscathed, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, fatigue on their faces giving way to smiles of relief.

"God Fang! Sister Jiang!"

Qin Hui was the first to rush up, his face filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster and genuine admiration, "Damn... that’s fierce!"