[Landing Zone: Imperial Border Battlefield]
The moment they touched ground, Xie Qingyan's legs buckled.
He collapsed to his knees, face flushed an unnatural red. His breathing came in ragged gasps. A sweet, cloying fragrance began emanating from his body.
"Fuguang!" Yin Wuwang rushed to support him. "Are you injured?"
Xie Qingyan clutched at his collar, eyes unfocused and hazy. "Hot... Yin Wuwang, there seems to be poison in the air... My qi is flowing backward... This feels like an aphrodisiac..."
Yin Wuwang's expression turned grave. He immediately pressed two fingers to Xie Qingyan's wrist.
Chaotic pulse. Burning temperature.
What kind of mortal poison could be this potent?
"As long as this sovereign lives, even the King of Hell wouldn't dare take you!"
His eyes hardened with determination. He bit down savagely on his own tongue.
Even without spiritual power, I was born with a true demonic physique. My heart's blood contains the purest yin energy—it can definitely purge this pathetic mortal aphrodisiac!
"Fuguang, open your mouth!"
Without waiting for a response, Yin Wuwang gripped Xie Qingyan's chin, tilted his head back, and pressed their lips together. He forced the mouthful of blood—still warm and tasting of iron—into Xie Qingyan's mouth.
The effect was immediate.
And catastrophic.
The moment the blood touched his tongue, the dominating pheromones of a 3S-Class Alpha detonated inside Xie Qingyan's system like a bomb. His already feverish body became dry kindling set ablaze.
Xie Qingyan's pupils dilated. Instead of clearing his head, the blood made everything worse. His hands shot out, grabbing Yin Wuwang's collar, pulling their bodies flush together.
"Mmm... not enough... I need more..."
Yin Wuwang's eyes went wide with horror. He grabbed Xie Qingyan's wandering hands and pinned them down.
What's happening?! My blood made him worse?!
The useless guide spirit chose this moment to chime in:
"Warning! Omega has ingested high-concentration Alpha blood. Pheromone overload detected! Heat cycle intensity: 120%! Recommendation: Perform bonding mark immediately, or evacuate the area."
Yin Wuwang nearly shattered his own teeth from clenching.
Since when does my blood work as an aphrodisiac?! This world's poison can corrupt demonic blood?!
Xie Qingyan had lost all sense of reason. He started tearing at his own clothes.
Yin Wuwang restrained both his wrists, letting the delirious man lean against his chest. His gaze fixed on a massive mechanical construct in the distance—some kind of armored golem. A dangerous glint entered his eyes.
"Fuguang, hold on. I'm going to seize that iron puppet and use its power to purge the poison from your body!"
At that moment, a massive mantis-like creature spotted them. It charged forward, scythe-arms raised to strike.
"Vile beast! How dare you attack when someone is vulnerable!"
Killing intent exploded from Yin Wuwang's eyes. He snatched up a weapon from a fallen soldier—some kind of metal stick that glowed faintly.
This fire poker is terribly unwieldy. Whatever—I'll use it as a club.
He swung the high-tech laser rifle like a baseball bat, smashing it directly into the creature's head. The alien's compound eyes exploded on impact.
The Little Deer Assistant buzzed back to life:
"Bzzt... Omega... heat cycle... recommend using... suppressant... located to your front left..."
Yin Wuwang followed the direction indicated. A silver metal syringe lay on the ground.
He picked it up and sniffed cautiously.
Colorless. Odorless. Concealed in this kind of hidden weapon casing.
Obviously a deadly poison designed to kill on contact with blood!
This broken system is trying to murder Fuguang!
He crushed the suppressant in his fist and hurled the remains as far as he could throw.
"Fuguang, don't be afraid. That puppet over there seems to have abundant spiritual energy. We'll commandeer it and use its power to purge the poison!"
Xie Qingyan nodded weakly, barely conscious. "Alright... whatever you say..."
They stumbled into the unmanned mecha's cockpit.
Yin Wuwang shoved Xie Qingyan into the co-pilot seat. Click—the chair automatically deployed restraints, strapping Xie Qingyan securely in place.
Yin Wuwang exhaled in relief.
This puppet is well-crafted. At least now I don't have to worry about restraining Fuguang myself.
"Fuguang! Stay conscious! This sovereign will activate this puppet and heal you!"
He studied the console—covered in flashing red lights and incomprehensible symbols—and nodded with absolute confidence.
Once again, he bit down on his tongue. A mouthful of blood, faintly glowing with residual demonic energy, sprayed across the control panel. His hands flew through a series of ancient sealing gestures.
"Heaven and earth without limit! Borrow the power of creation! AWAKEN!"
BZZZZZZT—!
The purest blood of a true-born demon made contact with the instrument panel.
The effect was... similar to pouring concentrated acid on a sponge.
The expensive nano-glass dissolved instantly. The circuits beneath corroded through. Sparks flew.
[ALERT! Cockpit exposed to high-energy biological acid! Unknown high-risk pathogen detected in core systems! Classification: 3S-Class biochemical attack!]
"It moved! It's responding!" Yin Wuwang stared at the frantically flashing red lights, face splitting into a triumphant grin. "Look at how intensely it's glowing! It must have sensed this sovereign's powerful bloodline and is establishing a soul bond!"
Xie Qingyan, despite his addled state, observed the smoking hole that had been burned straight through the console. Something felt... wrong.
"Yin Wuwang... I believe this puppet is... trembling?"
"Of course it's trembling! It fears this sovereign's majesty! It's trembling with excitement!"
Black smoke began pouring from the dashboard. The acrid smell of burning electronics filled the cockpit.
[Initiating "Scorched Earth Protocol" to prevent intelligence leakage. Self-destruct countdown: 10... 9... 8...]
The smile froze on Yin Wuwang's face.
This destructive aura... this isn't a bonding ritual.
This is a self-detonating golden core!
"This is bad! RUN!"
He spun around to grab Xie Qingyan—
Too late.
BOOOOOOM—!!!
A mushroom cloud erupted in the center of the battlefield.
The priceless S-Class Imperial mecha, along with every Zerg within a ten-mile radius, was reduced to ash.
The world collapsed into chaos—fragmenting into streams of corrupted data.
And in the final moment before consciousness faded, Yin Wuwang heard the Little Deer Assistant's infuriating voice one last time:
"Friendly reminder... please do not attempt blood-bonding rituals in this world..."
His last thought was a scream of pure rage:
YOU BASTARD! YOU COULD HAVE SAID THAT EARLIER!
IF THERE'S A NEXT LIFE, I'M BUYING A MANUAL ON PUPPET CULTIVATION FIRST!!!
[End of V1_Chapter 04]
Next chapter:
Back to the station for the bill. One mecha destroyed, ten thousand points in debt, and the old man is already pushing a "premium artifact spirit" that costs TEN MILLION spirit stones. Highway robbery!