570 Friend, Please Wait for One... (2/2)
”...” Wolf Flute didn't know what to reply.
Two minutes later, Charles, who was surrounded by the wolves, moaned happily, hugging one of the wolves and rubbed against its fur.
”You should get some rest.” Wolf Flute looked at him with resignation. ”There's a lot in store for you tomorrow.”
Charles was silent for a long time, scratching his head. ”Speaking of which, you guys are surely not expecting me to deal with the catastrophe tomorrow?”
”Haven't we told you about it many times?” Wolf Flute said.
”I thought you guys were joking!” Charles was confused and shocked. ”It's not just any catastrophe, but the Eagle Wing Mother, the legendary king of the sky that made a name for itself four hundred years ago, the old school catastrophe that has never been defeated so far. Are you sure I can defeat it? My death is but a small matter, but what if my defeat affects the great scheme of the revolution?! ”
”...” Wolf Flute patted his shoulder. ”Tomorrow on the battlefield, I will not protect you.”
”Thank you... Um? Wait!” Charles spluttered.
”I am already hurt, bro.” Wolf Flute shrugged. ”I have exhausted all my strength trying to protect you during our escape from the Sacred City. Surely you can't let me confront a catastrophe head-on to protect you? Plus...” He paused, his expression complicated.
”Plus, what?” An ominous premonition popped up in Charles' heart.
”Plus, it's not tomorrow,” Wolf Flute raised a finger and pointed at the dark sky, ”it's already here.”
Boom! The next moment, the dark sky cracked. A torrent-like hurricane swept down from the sky, wrapping countless black eagle feathers in it. In the roar of the gale, a piercing alarm sounded from the entire line of defense, countless eagle-bodied demons screamed one after another, making anyone who heard them shudder.
In the cracked layers of clouds, countless thunder and lightning flashed wildly, illuminating a huge pair of black wings.
Catastrophe—Eagle wing mother.
The real king of the sky had descended!
”Ah, we're counting on you!” Wolf Flute patted his shoulder and made a thumbs-up. ”Go!”
”You can't be serious, bro!” Charles looked up at the sky, his face pale. ”How am I supposed to fight against it? Kill it by biting it with my teeth?”
Wolf Flute slapped his own head and finally remembered something. ”Ah, before leaving, Mr. Gaius asked me to pass this to you, I almost forgot.” He stuffed something into Charles' hand mysteriously, with a serious look. ”Take it, it's a secret weapon.”
Charles was momentarily cheered up. He opened his palm and looked down, then sprayed a mouthful of blood on Wolf Flute's face.
”You're f*cking kidding me!” Charles waved the item in his hand angrily. ”At least give me an artifact! What good is this thing?”
In the hand of Charles lay an exquisite triangle… It didn't even come with a beater!
”No fears, I have checked, are you not a Level 10 triangle player certified by the Sacred City?” Wolf Flute left him a confident smile. ”I'll leave it to you then, goodbye!” As Wolf Flute finished his words, Anubis wrapped around his body, and he disappeared in a flash.
Only Charles was left alone in the empty ditch, holding a triangle, staring blankly at the dark sky.
No, this is no way to fight a battle!
He dismissed the idea of bludgeoning the catastrophe to death with a triangle before it had a chance to develop.
Making up his mind immediately, Charles kept his body low and started running with all his might, abandoning the scene.
He ran away!
I must run, there is no other option!
In just a few seconds, two musicians of the Level of Master had been crushed under the Eagle Wing Mother's claws! If he didn't run any faster, it wouldn't even have to do anything to get rid of him, as its subservient descendants alone could tear Charles into pieces.
I shall make use of the opportunity to run away first while its attention is attracted by someone else...
But very soon, Charles noticed that something was wrong. In his hands, the triangle suddenly became boiling hot, as if it had been burnt red. It stuck to his hand firmly, causing severe pain, and he could not get it away from him despite swinging his hands madly.
The severe pain could still be handled, but shortly after that, the triangle sent out horrifying aether waves. It automatically drew power from the nine-layer sea of aether and exuded an aura more terrifying than that of a musician of the Level of Master.
It was as if the triangle was trying to announce something in all directions: ”I am here!”
By right, at the moment, Charles should feel a power from heaven descending upon him, as if he had received the help of God and the huge amount of power would be about to make his body explode, or something along those lines. But, he couldn't sense a thing.
In other words, the item in his hand was all looks and no use! Its only use was to attract the attention of the catastrophe…
Feeling icy maliciousness coming from all directions, Charles stopped in his tracks, wanting to cry but no tears came out. ”Let me explain, it's a long story. I'm actually just an innocent passerby. The whole battle has no-goddamn-thing to do with me, er, I mean no offense to birds [1], I mean...”
In the sky, the huge shadow seemed to have sensed something and cast down a sinister gaze. Behind the wings of countless eagle-bodied demons, a vague figure that looked old could be seen faintly. It was an old woman that looked half-eagle and half-human. Her gaze was filled with a non-human grotesqueness, and she pointed a finger at Charles.
Charles' expression changed drastically, as he held up his hands and begged for mercy. ”Friend, please wait for one...”
Boom! He was swallowed by the howling torrent of wind.
[1] The literal translation of the previous part of the sentence is ”The whole battle has no-'bird'-thing to do with me”, as there is a curse word in Chinese that literally means ”bird”, hence the second part of the sentence.