hotmtlnovel Chapter 274 Maric: Did I disturb you?
Chapter 274 Maric: Did I disturb you?
Chapter 274 Maric: Did I disturb you?
"Is it over? —"
Lorne slowly activated his spiritual vision, carefully scanning the surrounding ravaged battlefield.
Because of the fierce battle just now, the spiritual energy here is still in a state of extreme disorder. Fortunately, the spiritual reactions of Steve and his group can no longer be sensed around them.
They are probably really dead.
"it's over."
A cold voice suddenly sounded behind him. Lorne turned around and saw Sharon floating there quietly. On her usually exquisite face, a rare hint of weariness flashed across her face.
"call----"
After receiving confirmation, Lorne finally let out a long sigh of relief, and the nerve that had been stretched to its limit completely relaxed.
He was exhausted. Using so many magical items in a row, even with his "monster" level of spirituality far exceeding that of others in the same sequence, was taking its toll. Moreover, the terrifying utterances from those two "concerts" had also had some negative impact on his own spirit.
Most importantly, his abdomen was also hit hard by the out-of-control Maric.
This was the part that left him speechless. The worst injury he had suffered that night had not come from the enemy, but from his "ally"—he was filled with a sense of absurdity.
"Are you alright?" Suppressing his turbulent thoughts, Lorne turned his head and asked Sharon beside him in a slightly hoarse voice. He remembered that she had also withstood Steve's attacks and poison.
"It's not a big problem—" Sharon replied softly. Although she had also suffered considerable injuries, they weren't serious, and she was in much better condition than Lorne was now.
"We need to get out of here quickly." Sharon raised her eyes and glanced around. "It won't be long before the official Extraordinary Ones arrive—"
"I'm glad you're alright, but—"
Before she could finish speaking, Lorne interrupted her.
"I have something to do————"
Before he could finish speaking, Lorne felt his legs suddenly buckle, his vision went black, and he staggered, unable to hold on any longer. Both physical exhaustion and immense mental strain had pushed him to his limit.
Just as he felt his legs go weak and could no longer support his weight, and was about to fall headfirst into the mud, suddenly, a pair of soft and cool arms gently supported him from behind.
What came into his view was Sharon's pretty face, which looked somewhat disheveled from the battle. Because of the darkness in his vision, Lorne couldn't see her expression clearly, but he vaguely felt that she didn't seem as pale as he had imagined; instead, she had more color in her skin than usual.
Besides the strong smell of blood, there was also a peculiar, cool fragrance in the air.
Looking at people from this angle is quite unusual.
Lorne's gaze, uncontrollably drawn through the impressive curves of the "mountains," fell upon Sharon's beautifully shaped, smooth chin and neck.
Suddenly, Sharon seemed to notice his gaze, and her azure eyes lowered slightly.
Their eyes met.
Hiss—is it just my imagination?
Lorne wondered if his vision was blurry because he was too tired.
A hint of embarrassment and panic seemed to flash across that doll-like, exquisite face.
How could that be—Miss Sharon could never make that kind of face.
When he came to his senses and looked again, he found that Sharon still had her usual calm and aloof expression.
Sure enough—it was just my imagination; I must have been too tired.
Lorne remained in the lifted position, with most of his body weight resting on the other person.
For a moment, neither of them spoke. Only the mournful sound of the night wind blowing through the abandoned shipyard and their slightly hurried breathing filled the air, creating an atmosphere that was inexplicably stagnant and awkward.
"I guess I've repaid what I owed you last time?"
After a moment of silence, Lorne, panting, asked softly. He was referring to the time when Sharon had been his bodyguard.
Although the other party was after money, it was ultimately because of him that he had provoked a demigod and ended up in danger.
He felt somewhat apologetic towards Sharon for this.
"What happened last time was just a transaction," Sharon's calm voice came from above him.
"But I do care," Lorne replied.
"Hmm—this time, I owe you." Sharon's tone carried a subtle ethereal and gentle quality.
"So—does that mean I've become your creditor, Ms. Sharon?" Lorne joked, deliberately using a slightly flippant tone reminiscent of Scott.
Sharon remained silent, seemingly acquiescing to the somewhat strange form of address.
"Do you want to stay in this position forever?" she asked abruptly, her tone returning to its usual coldness, revealing no emotion.
"I really want to," Lorne thought to himself.
This was my first time experiencing something like this. And, to be fair, Miss Sharon has a really nice figure, and her embrace—was quite comfortable. If I could have a lap pillow, it would be perfect.
"Can you still walk?" Sharon asked again.
Lorne checked his limbs and found that his strength had recovered somewhat.
"It should be—" He paused mid-sentence.
""
"No way."
Meeting Sharon's inquisitive blue eyes, Lorne chuckled, "How about you carry me back?"
"Ms. Sharon~"
This was the third time Sharon had fallen silent. She knew Lorne was in bad shape; after all, he had played almost the entire game by himself. But—she deeply doubted whether Lorne truly lacked the strength to even walk.
"Hey, are you guys alright?"
A hoarse and tired voice came from the side; it was Maric.
The "living corpse" possessed exceptionally strong regenerative abilities. After the effects of the "Crimson Corona" and the toxins both wore off, he gradually returned to normal. Of the three people tonight, he was actually the least seriously injured.
After getting up from the ground, covered in dust, Maric walked over.
However, when he saw what was happening in front of him, he was slightly taken aback.
Sharon was supporting Lorne from behind in a semi-floating position. Lorne's upper body lay comfortably in Sharon's arms.
"Um—did I—disturb you?"
Seeing the two in such an ambiguous position, he scratched his head awkwardly.
"You help him up," Sharon said in a cool tone.
Then, Lorne felt the support behind him suddenly disappear, and his body involuntarily leaned forward, falling straight into Marich's arms.
He made no attempt to hide his disgust at the complex smell emanating from Maric, a mixture of dirt, blood, and the stench of decaying corpses.
He adjusted his position and put one arm around Maric's neck.
"Marich, your curse—" Lorne spoke up, bringing up the unpleasant scene from earlier.
“I’m sorry.” Marich lowered his head. “At the time—I was affected by the full moon and Steve’s scream.” He sighed and continued, “I overestimated my ability to withstand it.”
"Is your injury alright?" Lorne turned his head and asked.
"Fortunately, I'm not seriously injured."
"That's good." Upon hearing this, Lorne's tone suddenly lifted slightly. "I feel—I have a little bit of strength back."
"?" Marich was puzzled. Was there any necessary connection between the two? "If you have the strength, walk by yourself!"
"Bang!"
A dull thud, not too loud, but very abrupt.
Lorne suddenly raised his other arm and punched Marich hard in the stomach. He didn't use much force, but it was very sudden. Marich was completely unprepared and his brows furrowed as he was hit.
What are you doing?! Lorne clearly read that meaning from his expression.
"That evens things out," Lorne explained with a broad, cheerful smile.
"Sorry, I'm not one to hold grudges overnight."