Vant, having no other recourse, could only support the woman with one hand while raising his sword to parry with the other! Yet, this weapon was designed for two-handed use; gripping it one-handed now was a struggle, compounded by his existing grievous wounds. He was actually staggered backward by Fang Senyan’s axe strike, sparks flying as the blade met the steel! And right behind them raged the fiercely burning room!

Fang Senyan followed with another horizontal sweep. Vant couldn't dodge entirely and could only use his body as a shield. (Mobile Visit:)-=Member Hand Typing=* His strength was high, but stamina was his weakness, so Fang Senyan naturally showed no mercy, grinning as he brought the axe down! The heavy blade left a gash deep enough to expose bone across Vant’s body. Vant cried out in agony, his entire frame trembling. He thrust his sword back, intending to force Fang Senyan to retreat, but Fang Senyan didn't budge an inch. He coolly raised his left hand, sneering as he took the blade full on!

The icy sword edge sank into the muscle of Fang Senyan’s left upper arm, only to be stopped by the stark white of the bone, unable to penetrate further!

Blood sprayed out, splashing onto Fang Senyan’s face.

There was no pain in Fang Senyan’s eyes; instead, there was a burning, frenzied madness! The muscles in his right arm contracted, tensed, and then he swung the axe back in a counter-attack!

The feeling of the blade sinking into an enemy's flesh and bone always excited Vant! But the accompanying sensation of being struck by an axe was far less pleasant.

Blood jetted from both of them, spattering the nearby walls and smearing the already grimy surfaces with an especially gruesome hue.

Fang Senyan absorbed Vant's sword strike as if it were nothing, but for Vant, that axe blow was truly the last straw that broke the camel’s back!

That single axe strike immediately caused a phase transition from quantity to quality. Vant, already severely wounded and dragged into this mess, had only halfway healed when he was hit by O’Connor’s fireball. Though not a direct hit, it caused further damage. Now struck ferociously by two of Fang Senyan’s axes, he immediately plummeted back into a state of critical injury, stumbling backward under the blow, causing the person he was supporting to fall with him.

Fang Senyan smiled, slowly approaching with his axe raised. The firelight danced across his face, casting shadows that shifted between dark and bright. He spoke with a gentle, even tone:

“Do you have any last words?”

It was a brutally fatal situation, yet Fang Senyan uttered the question with the simple calmness of asking if someone had eaten breakfast. At this moment, Fang Senyan grew more cautious, knowing that almost every Contractor kept a final life-saving trick reserved for the absolute last moment. If these two possessed some self-detonation ability, his own life would be in danger.

Vant gasped heavily, drenched in his own blood, still positioning himself in front of the female Contractor, his eyes blazing with rage.

Fang Senyan sighed slightly. He feared any delay might lead to further complications, so he raised the Butcher’s Cleaver axe and brought it down with a whoosh.

The axe aimed directly for the center of Vant’s forehead! If it landed true, it would certainly end his life!

But Fang Senyan’s expression instantly changed. As the axe approached within about thirty centimeters of their faces, it seemed to encounter an enormous, invisible resistance, halting its descent completely! Even more bizarrely, Vant, witnessing this, let out an incredibly piercing shriek—a sound like a wolf whose den had been ravaged, filled with absolute despair, unwillingness, and terror!

“No! Dannie! Don’t!”

Fang Senyan then watched as the female Contractor behind Vant slowly stood up. She gently stroked Vant’s hair and then kissed him.

Vant’s eyes were filled with hopeless tears. He seemed to be trapped by that same invisible barrier, unable to move out.

Next, the female Contractor began to float slowly upward, her hair swirling as if caught in a gentle breeze, emanating an indescribably sacred aura. The entire room began to fill with a fresh, blossoming scent, and even the surrounding flames gradually diminished. Tender green shoots of grass even began to sprout on the floor. Fang Senyan was astonished to find that his own health bar, which had been halfway depleted, was now rapidly recovering, and the same was happening to Vant.

However, the hair of the floating Dannie began to dissipate into specks of starlight, scattering everywhere… followed by her entire body dissolving into similar dazzling motes of light!

The cost of unleashing this power was, in fact, exchanging her most precious life!

“Could this be the ‘Elven Hymn’ I heard them mention last time?” Fang Senyan suddenly recalled a piece of information he’d overheard while browsing the market back in the space: that in the world of The Lord of the Rings, one could learn this ability from an Elven Druid for a minimal price—sacrificing oneself to protect teammates. However, upon completion, the caster would turn into a seed, with hope for resurrection only if an exorbitant price was paid.

Vant covered his face with both hands, kneeling on the ground, his entire body trembling slightly, punctuated by stifled sobs. Although he was now enveloped by a protective shield, he knew that once it vanished, he would leap up like a mad dog to hunt Fang Senyan down in a fight to the death!

Fang Senyan’s injuries were lighter than Vant’s to begin with, so he fully recovered quickly under this indiscriminate healing. Vant, however, was still critically injured, meaning he required considerably more time to heal. Considering that only about one-third of Dannie’s body had dissipated, and given Vant’s agonizing expression, he would certainly stay behind to retrieve her seed.

This meant Fang Senyan would have ample time to eliminate the remaining enemies—at the very least, he needed to find an opponent for Dass, who was lurking unseen. The previous death of the mountain troll had clearly demonstrated the disastrous consequences of giving Dass too many clear shots. With this in mind, Fang Senyan took a few steps back, completely ignoring Vant’s scorching, resentful glare, and swung his elbow backward into the wall behind him.

The wooden wall shattered under Fang Senyan’s power, collapsing with a crash. Fang Senyan vaulted through the opening. The situation on the field had become even more complex. After Fang Senyan charged upstairs, the black-clad Oran killed Ellie but was then gruesomely torn apart by Phil, who had been incredibly low-key until that moment, activating a Wolf Transformation to become a werewolf and devouring him! The dropped key was snatched by Phil.

However, Dass seized the opportunity to heavily wound Phil. Had Phil not reverted from his transformation and allowed his three gray wolves to rush out and pin Dass down, Phil likely wouldn't have survived either.

It had to be admitted that the charge Fang Senyan had commanded was quite effective in alleviating the pressure on the Covenant’s ranged physical attackers. The main fight now centered around the collapsed ruins and the building opposite. Two contractors from the Banks Gang were hotly pursuing Morgansha and Deco, while Finley, the man with gold-rimmed glasses, had lost the entangling willow he summoned and looked pale, apparently having suffered a targeted strike.

Fang Senyan surveyed the entire scene in an instant, his mind already made up. He charged toward a specific direction.

Morgansha was breathing heavily.

Several deep scratches now marred the stock of the Golden A47 he clutched. If not for a sudden surge of incredible luck resulting in several timely blocks, he would undoubtedly be dead.

The Contractor relentlessly pursuing him, like a persistent maggot, was named Giant. Despite the name, he was actually a hunched figure barely over five feet tall, wielding two razor-sharp, deep blue daggers. Legend had it they were custom-made by some Dwarf smith in Middle-earth. A single dagger might not be overwhelmingly powerful, but the pair, used together, yielded astonishing force.

Vance, who specialized in shotguns, and Number 13 had both been killed by Giant. However, their dying counter-attacks had severely injured Giant’s right hand, forcing him to attack Morgansha with only one dagger, thus failing to utilize his full offensive capability—this was the main reason Morgansha could hold out for so long despite not having the advantage in pure escape speed.

Giant suddenly swept his dagger horizontally, carving a faint blue afterimage in the air. Morgansha could only raise his gun to block. But then Giant grinned and kicked out, connecting squarely with Morgansha’s abdomen. His strategy was clear: leverage his superior close-quarters combat skills for forceful suppression. Every move looked like a feint, but if Morgansha failed to block, it instantly became a lethal strike!

Such an offensive bordered on the category of an “Obvious Tactic” in warfare. Although Morgansha’s perception was far superior to Giant’s, allowing him to clearly anticipate where the next strike would land, he remained helpless!

It was like an adult clearly telling a child during a basketball game that he was going to shoot a three-pointer; the child could do nothing to stop it—mere anticipation could not compensate for Morgansha’s immense deficit in close-range combat!

Morgansha took the heavy kick to the abdomen, his vision darkening as he staggered backward. He had prepared himself to block the enemy’s next attack, but when his right foot landed, it found empty air. He realized he had stepped off the stair landing and immediately lost his balance, tumbling down.

But his agility was his primary attribute, granting him incredible equilibrium, so he didn’t fall too disastrously. Yet, by the time he regained his footing, Giant was already sweeping a dagger across with a sneer, aiming directly for his throat! This strike targeted a vital spot. Although Giant’s raw attack power wasn’t maximized now, hitting the throat combined with Giant’s inherent critical strike rate made it almost certain to heavily wound Morgansha and plunge him into critical condition!

Morgansha’s pupils constricted, revealing a flash of regret:

“Damn it! If only I had known…”

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