WHAT! I Have To Kill Heaven's Son To Live!-Chapter 201: Protecting The Village!

In the secret realm, Number 442 turned to Gin Shi, eyes wide.

"Sir... is it true? You trapped her in a Mid-Tier Grade-6 Thousand Blade Intent Attack Formation?"

Gin Shi nodded calmly.

"Yes."

"Congratulations, Sir, on reaching the realm of Formation King," Number 442 said, bowing his head respectfully.

Gin Shi chuckled darkly.

"Hahaha... All by the grace of my Lord. For him, I’d do anything."

"As would I, sir. But what now? Our disciples are all dead... how will we rebuild?"

Gin Shi’s smile deepened.

"Have you forgotten who my Lord is?"

"Ah... right. He was... The Demon God of Resurrection."

"Exactly," Gin Shi said, his voice low and sinister.

"We only need to offer sacrifices... Since it’s been less than a day since their deaths, a hundred thousand mortals will be enough."

"We won’t dirty our hands ourselves. Release the Demonic Beasts hidden beneath the ground of the Mishou Village. Let them ravage every village, town, and city they come across."

"Yes, Sir!"

...

Present Time...

Behind Reon stood a colossal bird—towering over twenty meters tall and stretching more than thirty meters in length.

It was the Scorch Feather Hawk, a Mid-Rank Demonic Commander Beast, and the leader of the invading beasts.

It had taken notice of Reon—specifically a strong young girl and two extremely powerful beasts with Higher Lineage accompanying him.

They had become obstacles to the beasts’ slaughter of humans.

As a leader himself, he assumed Reon was the one leading the humans—so he came to eliminate him.

The hawk opened its beak, its voice deep and crackling with embers.

"Die, you puny human."

With that, it unleashed a devastating wave of searing Fire Qi, flames roaring like a dragon’s breath as they surged toward Reon.

Reon’s eyes widened in alarm.

’W-What should I do?’ he thought, panic rising.

’Should I use the First Art? No... he’s a Demonic Commander—more than two major realms above me. That won’t work on him.’

’Dodge it? Impossible. The entire village would be reduced to ash by this blast... there’s nowhere to run.’

His mind raced.

’Only one option left... I’ll jump as high as I can. Even if the flames graze me, it’s better than taking a direct hit—I might survive that way.’

In a split second, Reon bent his knees and gathered all the Spiritual Qi he could muster, preparing to launch himself skyward—

But—

"Huh...?"

Suddenly, a figure appeared in front of him.

A girl stood before him, her back facing him. He had never seen her before.

Her long, silky water-blue hair flowed like a gentle stream in the wind, and from her back, a pair of large wings—mirroring the same tranquil hue—unfurled gracefully, shimmering beneath the moonlight.

With calm, fluid motion, she raised her hands, coated in glowing Water Qi, and effortlessly stopped the blazing attack.

"W-Who...? You... You’re... Miss Xiao Min? Senior Sister’s mount?" Reon asked, stunned.

She glanced back slightly and spoke in a voice as soft as drifting feathers.

"It’s Xing Min. You go take care of the other beasts. I’ll deal with this one."

Reon nodded, a mix of awe and gratitude washing over him.

"Thank you, Miss Xing."

Without wasting a moment, he dashed away to rejoin the battle with others.

’Phew... Good thing Senior Sister’s mount showed up. I’d have been fried otherwise,’ he thought with relief.

Meanwhile, the Scorch Feather Hawk growled, its flames flickering in fury.

"A low-rank Demonic Commander—a Rain Soar Eagle—dares to stand against me? You think you’re strong enough to stop me?"

But Xing Min met its gaze with complete composure.

"A pitiful, Rare-Lineage beast like you dares to compare itself to me—a Noble-Lineage beast? You’ve got some guts."

"Let me show you the difference between those born to lead... and those destined to kneel."

SWOOSH!

In a blur, Xing Min surged forward.

In the blink of an eye, she appeared before the Scorch Feather Hawk, her fist slamming into it as water and fire clashed in a violent explosion of power.

Thus, their fierce battle began.

...

On the other side...

The villagers, having heard the thunderous sounds of battle, came running to see what was happening.

What they saw struck them like lightning.

Their peaceful village—their homes, fields, and livestock—was being torn apart by a horde of beasts.

Flames rose, walls crumbled, and the skies howled with chaos.

A stunned silence fell over them, followed by gasps of shock and despair.

"Oh no... It actually was a beast tide," the village chief murmured, his voice trembling.

"So that young man... he knew. That’s why he told us to evacuate. Thank the heavens we listened."

Beside him, a middle-aged man named Shin Lin dropped to his knees, burying his face in his hands.

"Aha... Oh Lord, what have we done to deserve this?"

"So what if we survived by running? Everything we built... everything we knew... is being destroyed before our eyes. Where will we go now?"

Another villager nodded bitterly.

"Shin Lin is right... What will we do from now on?"

Cries of grief echoed around them.

"Uwaaah... my house... my fields... everything’s gone."

Mourning turned to lamentation as more villagers slumped to the ground in hopelessness.

But then—

A single voice rose above the sorrow.

A young man stood tall—Shin Jou, the son of Shin Lin—his eyes burning with fire.

"What are you all saying? Cowards!" he shouted.

"So what if our house is destroyed? So what if our land is burned? We can always rebuild all of that!"

"But look there—look at them! Some strangers are risking their lives to protect our village, our people, our home!"

He pointed toward the battlefield, where Reon, and the others fought with everything they had.

"Have you no shame? Has peace made you weak? This is our home!"

"There are still thousands of beasts left, and we have no guarantee whether we’ll live or die—yet here you are, crying over losses."

Gripping his cracked spear, Shin Jou turned and ran toward the beast horde.

"I’m not like you, spineless cowards. I won’t just watch—I’ll fight!"

A bulky young man—his childhood friend—stepped forward.

"Shin Jou’s right! I’m going with him. The rest of you can keep laying eggs here!" he barked, then ran after him.

One of the guards stepped up, shouting:

"I’m not sitting around either! I swore to protect this village—I’ll die before I break that oath!"

"Me too!"

"And me!"

One after another, the guards followed, weapons in hand, courage in their hearts.

The older men exchanged glances. Shin Lin rose to his feet, wiping his eyes, a faint smile curling at his lips.

"Hmph... Those young brats think we’re too old to fight? We were fiercer than them back in our day."

He cracked his knuckles and picked up a rusted blade.

"No choice... Looks like it’s time we show them what we’re made of."

"Count me in!"

"Me too!"

With that, hundreds of older villagers, followed by other younger ones, surged forward, grabbing whatever they could—hoes, axes, broken swords—and joined the fight.

They couldn’t reach Reon and the others. Their cultivation was too low to face the high-ranked beasts.

But they didn’t have to.

They threw themselves against the Fierce Beasts and lower-ranked Demonic Beasts, taking the pressure off Reon and the others, who could now focus on the strongest threats.

And slowly—very slowly—the tide began to turn.

One beast fell. Then another. And another.

The numbers began to dwindle.

But then—

Cloudia and the little tiger were suddenly struck by a very powerful attack, sent flying backward.

Both collapsed, unconscious and gravely injured, teetering on the brink of death.

They were attacked by them.

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