I just covet their strength

Chapter 160: Heart of the Beast
There was a sea of ​​blood in my vision, and my whole body was in a torn pain, as if every inch of my skin, every joint, and every muscle was bleeding.

The only way to cover up the maddening pain was to follow one's instinct and throw punch after punch.

Break each other's bones, bite cheeks and shoulders, hammer in the abdomen, grab throats, and remove legs.
The battle between the two was full of the most primitive violence, without any aesthetic feeling, and only the most essential power was displayed.

Like a wild beast.

Westhead could no longer sense the passage of time. How long had the fight between him and Myvana lasted?

A few hours? A day and a night? A few days?

Anyway, the rainstorm never stopped, and their fighting never stopped.

"Boom-boom-boom-"

Westhead found the right opportunity for who knows how many times, clamped Myvana, held the wolf-eared girl's head, and smashed it to the ground with all his might. Every impact would bring about a shock wave that swept the surroundings, but even such a heavy blow was no harm to Myvana.

It was just a serious injury. The runaway beast-eared girl waited until Westhead's strength was weakened, grabbed the latter's shoulders and pulled hard.

"laugh--"

The weak Westhead no longer had the strength to fight back, and was torn straight across the shoulder by the sudden attack from Myvana, which also tore off one of his arms.

"Uhhhhhh-"

Even Westhead could not bear the pain. He roared and fell backwards.

Mivana took the opportunity to turn over and pin the man down, then rode on him, slit his throat with her sharp canine teeth, and began to drink the clear blood filled with the power of order.

This time, Westhead's persistent bloodletting therapy finally paid off. A glimmer of clarity flashed in the eyes of the beast-eared girl, and the little mouth that seemed to only be able to make low growls also gently uttered a confused sound.

"Teacher, teacher?"

"Ah, Simiwana, you are now... huh."

Westhead made a sound of air leaking, but before he could say anything, Myvana's eyes immediately filled with scarlet red, threatening to swallow up the faint clarity.

Again? !
[Cursed Blood] seems to be a bit shameless!

Westhead immediately gritted his teeth and stood up. With his last breath, he clenched his only remaining hand and punched Myvana's handsome face, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Then came the second punch, the third punch, and the fourth punch.
"puff--"

"Pfft-"

"Pfft-"

Until the fist he swung was caught by a slender arm.

"Okay, Mr. Weiss."

Rain mixed with blood slid down the knight lady's snow-white chin. Through the cover of purple-black hair, Westhead looked into a pair of dazzling golden eyes. Myvana pursed her lips tightly and looked at Westhead who was almost dying.

"I'm already awake."

After hearing the voice of the wolf-eared girl, Westhead finally let out a long sigh and fumbled to take off the mask that was almost cracked. The last bit of divine power contained in this holy object could only barely maintain the existence of the entity.

Westhead couldn't help but smile bitterly:
"You are really difficult, Myvana."

Mivana lowered her eyelids slightly, casting an extremely complicated look in her eyes, and said with trembling lips:
"why?"

Westhead coughed twice and said:
"I promised you that if you fell into madness, I would beat you severely until you came to your senses. To be honest, I almost failed to do it. It was really difficult."

"But fortunately, I have fulfilled my mission."

Mivana's golden eyes widened instantly, and then she tightly grasped Westhead's hand and said reflexively:

"Don't die, teacher." "I won't die."

Westhead glanced at his torn arm and said weakly:
"Help me reattach my arm later. It will heal on its own. Thank you."

"I was very embarrassed this time, but I will do better next time. So, Mivana, you don't have to blame yourself, and you don't have to be afraid anymore. No matter how many times you fall into madness, I will pull you out of the abyss. I promise you again, this is my promise to you."

Just as he finished speaking, Westhead felt a warm liquid dripping down his cheek, sliding down to his lips. He took a sip and it didn't taste like blood, but rather, it had a salty and wet taste like tears?
But he no longer had the energy to take a closer look. After taking off the [Fallen Angel's Mask], fatigue washed over him like a tide, and [Withered Glory Yang] began to act like a grandson in front of the [Cursed Source Blood], and his recovery efficiency was extremely slow.

"I'm a little tired, please let me take a nap."

Westhead said weakly, slowly closing his eyes.

"Um"

[The web of love you weaved has paid off]

[You have shared the talent [Heart of the Half-Beast] of "Myvana Scorch"]

[Heart of the Beast]

[The birth of orcs originated from a forbidden experiment by a person who attempted to ascend to heaven. He wanted to use this to create a perfect biological weapon that could contain the power of chaos. However, his idea was only half realized. Creating life is a field that even gods would not easily set foot in.]

[Gain enhanced perception; enhanced physique; increased resistance to chaos erosion]

This talent? Although it is not as good as the most desired [Cursed Blood], but it is at the top level of T2, which can be regarded as a harvest. It is always good to have more skills.

Westhead sighed in his heart, then fainted with relief.

"!!!"

The wolf-eared girl quickly bent down and put her furry ears against Westhead's chest. She listened to the powerful beating and finally felt relieved.

Then, Myvana looked up at the sky and let the rain wash away the blood on her cheeks. At this moment, the wolf-eared girl had a feeling of time and space confusion.

Many years ago, there was also a rainstorm like this, and she was also awakened from madness, but the difference was that this time the "teacher" that Mivana was holding in her arms was still alive.

Mivana knew that Westhead was different from teacher Viona. He was not a noble person in the pure sense. He would not risk his life for an illusory just goal. He would only risk his life for something real.

In other words, Westhead came only to fulfill his promise to her and save himself.

Myvana knelt on the broken ground, silent for a long time.

I don’t know how long it took, but the raindrops falling from above my head gradually decreased and finally stopped.

The clear beams of light seemed like revelations from Genesis, illuminating the dilapidated woodland one after another.

"The rain has stopped."

Myvana stretched out her hand, looked at the sunlight that broke through the dark clouds, and murmured in a hoarse voice.

Then, the wolf-eared girl lay down beside Westhead and stared at his handsome face stained with blood.

Myvana had never tried to sleep in the embrace of another person, but now she wanted to do it. She wanted to do it.

She curled up, resting her head on Westhead's arms, breathing in the indescribable smell of blood, mixed with the man's hormones.

She raised the corners of her mouth slightly and smiled.

The whispers lingering in my ears disappeared, and the nightmares lingering in my heart disappeared without a trace.

At this moment, Myvana felt unprecedented peace and tranquility.

(End of this chapter)