Super God Golden Crow Record

Chapter 64 Taking Down He Xi

After flying for about an hour, Zhao Chen saw the stronghold in the distance. It was a small planet that wasn't very big, and its surface was covered with various defensive fortifications, including detectors, gun emplacements, and patrol teams.

There are two thousand angels stationed at the stronghold, commanded by Hua Ye's confidant, Sumali, whose strength is at the mid-third generation.

With his invisibility spell activated, Zhao Chen made no move whatsoever, silently approaching the stronghold from the darkness. His late-stage Nascent Soul realm divine sense covered the entire stronghold, and the deployment of every cannon and every patrol route was clearly presented in his mind.

Meanwhile, the target of this operation, Sumari, was drinking in a stone house in the center of the stronghold.

Zhao Chen approached the stone house, dispelled his invisibility spell, and smashed the wall of the stone house with a powerful punch.

The moment the stone house walls shattered, Sumali finally moved. Even as debris flew through the air, his sword was already drawn. With a wave of his hand, three sword energies fanned out towards Zhao Chen, their power incomparably sharp and carrying the oppressive aura of a third-generation divine body.

Zhao Chen did not dodge.

The Chaos Bell flew out of Zhao Chen's body and hovered above his head. A gray-black light descended from above, completely enveloping Zhao Chen's entire body. The sword energy struck this light barrier, like a stone thrown into a lake, causing only a slight ripple before falling still.

Sumali's pupils contracted sharply in shock. The last time he fought Zhao Chen, this strange bell could barely block his attacks; but now, his full-force strike couldn't even elicit a single chime.

Zhao Chen didn't give him much time to think.

With a flash, he appeared directly in front of Sumali and slammed a punch into his chest. Sumali's breastplate shattered instantly, and he was sent flying backward, crashing through the wall of the stone house. He rolled on the ground for more than ten feet before finally coming to a stop and collapsing to the ground.

Sumali struggled to stand up, but Zhao Chen activated the Chaos Bell and pressed down on him. Like a mountain, it pinned him to the ground, his sternum creaking under the pressure, making even breathing difficult.

At this moment, the angels in the stronghold finally arrived. The first patrol team rushed in from all directions, and hundreds of angels drew their weapons and surrounded Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen looked at Sumali's men around him as if they were a group of prey waiting to be slaughtered.

He suddenly moved.

With a flash, the God-Slaying Spear pierced through the chest of an angel in an instant. The Devouring Talent activated—everything about that person transformed into pure energy that surged into Zhao Chen's body. The corpse turned to ashes.

The surrounding angels reacted by then; some charged forward with their swords, while others turned and ran. Zhao Chen, however, killed them one by one with his spear, without any unnecessary movements. He precisely pierced the bodies of each angel, then activated his Devouring Technique, turning the corpses to ashes. The God-Slaying Spear grew brighter with each kill, its murderous aura so intense it almost overflowed.

The screams echoed throughout the stronghold, but quickly subsided.

About half an hour later, Zhao Chen put away the God-Slaying Spear. Of the two thousand angels in the stronghold, he left none alive except for Sumari.

The essence of flesh and blood he had devoured circulated within his body, and Zhao Chen's cultivation at the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm advanced another step.

Zhao Chen walked back to Su Mali's side and looked down at him.

Sumari's face was ashen, not from blood loss, but from fear.

He had witnessed countless killings, and he himself was synonymous with killing. But he had never seen anyone like Zhao Chen, who, alone with a spear, slaughtered two thousand angels as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, and whose victims all mysteriously disappeared.

"What...what exactly are you?" Sumari asked, her voice trembling.

Zhao Chen ignored him. He took out a jade talisman from his storage ring, probed it with his divine sense, and entered a sentence: "Sumali is in my hands. If you don't want him to die, come here to find me alone."

The communication jade talisman locked onto the contact's aura, and upon being released, it transformed into a streak of light, following the direction of the aura.

Then he sat down in front of Sumari with an air of nonchalance, waiting for the guests to arrive.

Sumari didn't know who he was waiting for, but he soon found out.

After waiting for about half a day, a silvery-white light flew from afar and landed in the center of the stronghold.

He Xi walked out from there.

Her silver ponytail swayed slightly in the night breeze, and her armor was still covered in dust from the experimental cave. She had arrived in a hurry and hadn't had time to clean herself. She had been summoned by Zhao Chen's communication jade talisman.

She saw Sumali pinned to the ground, then glanced at Zhao Chen sitting on the rock, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Why did you call me here?"

Zhao Chen stood up and walked up to her. He Xi instinctively wanted to take a step back, but Zhao Chen reached out and grabbed her wrist.

Actually, I didn't want you to come.

Why? He Xi asked.

Do you still have feelings for Sumali? Zhao Chen had guessed this when he watched the plot in his previous life, which is why he put this test on her.

What do you even know? And what I do is none of your business.

I'm jealous! So, "I'll give up Sumari's life for your vow."

He Xi's expression changed drastically. "What did you say?"

"You should know what I mean—" Zhao Chen glanced at Sumali, who was lying motionless on the ground. His voice wasn't loud, but every word was as clear as if it had been carved with a knife. "You swear an angel's oath to be my woman from now on. Then I will spare his life."

He Xi's breath caught in her throat for a moment.

She stared into Zhao Chen's eyes, her silver pupils blazing with fury. "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy." Zhao Chen's voice was terrifyingly calm. I originally wanted to slowly develop feelings for you, but now you've disappointed me.

"Now state your choice. He dies, or you stay."

As he spoke, he released He Xi's wrist, turned around, and walked to Su Mali's side. He stepped on Su Mali's back, and the God-Slaying Spear appeared in his palm. The dark golden spear tip was pressed against Su Mali's neck, just an inch away.

Sumari's eyes were bloodshot, his facial muscles twitched, and his body, suppressed by the chaotic light barrier, struggled violently. Not from pain—but from anger and humiliation. The woman he once possessed was now being threatened with his life by another man.

He Xi stood there, watching this scene, her fingers clenched into fists, her knuckles turning white from the force.

"He Xi..." Su Mali's voice squeezed out from her throat, tinged with pleading, "No..."

"Shut up." Zhao Chen stomped his foot, making a muffled sound, silencing Su Mali.

Zhao Chen looked at He Xi, his eyes leaving no room for negotiation.

"I'll count to three. One."

He Xi's breathing quickened. Her gaze shifted back and forth between Su Mali and Zhao Chen, her silver eyes filled with anger, struggle, and a sense of despair at being driven to the brink.

"two."

He Xi closed her eyes and silently shed two lines of tears. So be it, let it be a complete farewell to the past.

The outpost was so quiet you could hear the wind.

"three."

"I agree." He Xi's voice was very soft, like a falling leaf.

Zhao Chen did not move.

He Xi opened her eyes. The tears in her silver eyes were gone, replaced by an empty calm. She looked at Zhao Chen, "You're despicable!" She then glanced down at Su Mali on the ground, before raising her head to the starry sky and saying, word by word:

"I am willing to become Zhao Chen's guardian angel, to love what he loves, to think what he thinks, to bear his pain and help him through his suffering, whether in poverty or wealth, whether in lowliness or nobility, whether in chaotic times or abandoned by the gods, I will draw my sword for him and fold my wings for him, never leaving him, until forever."

This is the angel's most solemn vow. Once made, it will never be changed.

From this moment on, she became Zhao Chen's guardian angel.

Zhao Chen sheathed the God-Slaying Spear and lifted his foot from Su Mali's body. The Chaos Bell was also withdrawn, and the pressure on Su Mali disappeared.

Sumali struggled to his feet, staggering slightly in the process. He glanced at Zhao Chen, then at He Xi.

He Xi didn't look at him again. She just stood there, her silver eyes fixed on the ground, her face expressionless.

Sumari wanted to say something, but it felt like something was blocking her throat, and she couldn't utter a single word.

He turned and left, utterly dejected. His hunched back resembled a soulless shell. After walking about ten steps, he suddenly stopped, but didn't dare look back.

"He Xi." His voice was so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

He Xi did not answer.

Sumari waited a while, but received no response. He then continued walking forward. This time, he did not stop.

Only Zhao Chen and He Xi remain at the base.

He Xi stood there, her silver eyes fixed on the direction where Su Mali had disappeared, her eyes reddening, but she stopped crying. Her expression was calm, like a stagnant pool.

"Are you satisfied now?" Her voice was soft, but there was no anger, no sadness, only a deep weariness.

Zhao Chen walked up to her and grabbed her wrist. He Xi did not resist.

"Now you belong to me," he said.

He Xi looked at him quietly, her eyes devoid of any emotion.

Zhao Chen pulled her toward the stone house.

He had smashed one wall of the stone house, and the night wind blew in through the gap, making it feel chilly. The things on the table were blown all over the floor, making a clattering sound. Zhao Chen ignored them; he pressed He Xi against the edge of the stone table and lowered his head to kiss her.

This time, He Xi didn't dodge, push, or respond. Her body was as stiff as a stone, her eyes tightly closed, and only her trembling eyelashes revealed the turmoil in her heart.

Zhao Chen reached out and unfastened the clasp on her chest. The click of the metal was particularly clear in the silent stone house.

He Xi gripped the edge of the table tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her breathing became rapid, her chest heaving violently, but she did not open her eyes, make a sound, or resist.

The armor was removed piece by piece and piled on the ground. Breastplate, shoulder armor, arm armor, skirt armor—the silvery-white plates gleamed coldly in the camp's moonlight, as they were peeled off her body one by one.

He Xi's body trembled slightly in the night wind. But it wasn't because of the cold. Zhao Chen's palm was placed on her waist, and the warmth of his magic seeped in, dispelling the chill from her body.

"Look at me," Zhao Chen said.

He Xi pretended not to hear without opening her eyes.

Zhao Chen pinched her chin, forcibly turning her face towards him, and pressed his thumb against her tightly pursed lips. He Xi's eyelids trembled, but she finally opened them.

A layer of moisture clouded her silver eyes, like the thin fog that condenses on a window in winter. But her gaze remained fixed on him, neither looking away nor flinching.

"You just swore an oath," Zhao Chen reminded her, his voice low, as if stating an unchangeable fact.

Seeing that He Xi did not speak.

Zhao Chen lowered his head and kissed her. This time, He Xi didn't clench her teeth. Her lips were cool, but his body temperature warmed them little by little. He Xi's fingers slowly moved from the edge of the table to Zhao Chen's shoulder, tightly gripping his clothes, her nails seeming to dig into his skin through the fabric.

There were no lights in the stone house; only the cold moonlight above the camp illuminated the two figures. Their swaying shadows appeared intermittently in the dim light of the broken walls.

The night wind blew in through the gap, the edge of the table digging into He Xi's lower back, leaving a faint red mark. Her back was pressed tightly against the cool stone table, while her chest was pressed against Zhao Chen's burning chest. Cold and heat were clashing on her body, making it impossible for her to tell which was real.

Zhao Chen's hand slowly moved up from her waist, his palm against her spine, counting each vertebra. He Xi's body arched slightly with his touch, like a bow being slowly drawn back.

He Xi's breathing grew heavier, her breath hot and rapid as it brushed against Zhao Chen's neck. Her hand slid from Zhao Chen's shoulder to his back, her nails leaving red marks on his skin. It wasn't a response, nor a rejection—but a force with nowhere else to go.

After a long while, He Xi's voice slowly rose in the darkness, soft and slightly hoarse: "Are you satisfied now?"

Zhao Chen hummed in agreement. He placed his hand on her waist, his fingertips tracing her slightly cool skin.

He Xi closed her eyes and buried her face in Zhao Chen's chest. As if all her strength had been drained, she slumped softly against him.

The night wind was still blowing, and only the sound of the wind and the intermittent breathing of the two people remained in the outpost.

Zhao Chen looked down at He Xi and reached out to brush away the stray hairs damp with sweat from her forehead. He Xi didn't flinch or say anything. She just kept her eyes closed, her eyelashes still trembling slightly, her breathing gradually becoming steady, each breath hitting Zhao Chen's chest.