112: Chapter 112 Helping her remove her armor

The faint, bitter fragrance of herbal medicine permeated Hua Jieyu's medical area.

The golden Light Healing Technique slowly dissipated after purifying the lingering shadow on Murong Xue's left shoulder, like the gentlest sun quietly sinking below the horizon after completing its mission.

The dark purple spiderweb patterns disintegrated layer by layer within the golden holy light, much like an ice sculpture melting under the sun, and her brows relaxed slightly.

Yet, exhaustion surged through her limbs like a tide; after her spiritual power had been overdrawn to its limit, her body felt like an empty shell drained of all strength.

Wang Sheng helped her up from the Savage Beast skin couch, and her body leaned against his shoulder; the fragments of her silver armor emitted soft metallic clinking sounds as they moved, like silver bells scattering in the wind.

Her feet wobbled slightly as she stepped onto the stone floor of the medical area, resembling a fawn that had just learned to walk.

Her legs were weak from the quadruple overdraw caused by three rounds of charges, holding the North Gate alone, and the combined strike of Holy Light Resonance.

His arm circled her waist, and the coldness of the silver armor and the warmth of the Savage Beast blood reached him simultaneously, as if ice and fire were meeting in his palm.

"I will take you back." His voice was very soft, like the last lingering warmth after the golden Light Healing Technique had dissipated.

Murong Xue did not refuse. She was too tired, so tired that she didn't even have the strength to refuse.

She simply shifted more of her body's weight onto him, much like a silver spear that had finally found a place to lean against amidst the Beast Tide,

And then surrendered herself to the man she had always wanted to protect.

The night breeze blew from the direction of Lingxi River, carrying a mixed scent of Savage Beast blood and herbal medicine.

In the night breeze, her silver armor seemed like a suit of silver mail tempered by the fires of war that had finally found a place to be removed.

Moonlight reflected off the surface of Lingxi River, spilling onto her blood-stained silver armor, as if a silver war god had finally revealed her most exhausted silhouette in the moonlight.

Murong Xue's barracks were in the east district of Guangming Village, not far from Hua Jieyu's medical area.

Along the way, she leaned on his shoulder, her footsteps landing on the gravel path as if stepping into the moonlight,

The fragments of her silver armor emitted soft metallic clinking sounds as they moved, like silver bells scattering in the night wind.

When Wang Sheng pushed open the door of the barracks, the Savage Beast skin curtain lifted and fell in the night wind like a low sigh.

Inside the barracks, a Spirit Stone lamp was lit, its pale blue glow like moonlight falling into water,

Casting soft light and shadows onto the Savage Beast skin couch.

The Spirit Stone lamp was a fruit grown from a glowing Spiritual Vine cultivated by Su Mengyao using the Power of Nature; it was soft and quiet, like the gentlest of night watchmen.

The Savage Beast skin couch was covered with a layer of white Savage Beast skin brought from the Beast race by the White Deer, soft as moonlight resting on fur.

He helped her sit down on the Savage Beast skin couch.

The blood-stained Holy Light Knight sat on the skin couch, her silver armor covered in bloodstains and cracks, like a silver iron plate that had been repeatedly forged by the fires of war,

Her brown ponytail was loose, resembling the last few silver threads falling after the silver armor had shattered,

Her resolute face was full of exhaustion, as if the first crack had finally appeared on a silver iron plate tempered by the fires of war.

"I will do it myself." She reached out to undo the clasps of her silver armor,

But the wound on her left shoulder made her fingers tremble slightly, and she failed to undo it three times.

The hidden clasps of the Dark Iron Rune Array were on the inside of the shoulder armor and required the thumb and index finger to be pressed simultaneously to trigger the quick-release structure designed by Rune Forgemaster Xu Mohan,

But the wound on her left shoulder felt like it was being pricked by a needle every time she raised her hand, and her fingers felt like disobedient strings in the pain.

"Let me." Wang Sheng crouched in front of her.

His fingers touched the clasps of the silver armor.

The Dark Iron Rune Array glowed slightly under his touch, as if the most loyal guard had lowered its defenses after recognizing its master.

The quick-release structure designed by Rune Forgemaster Xu Mohan only required pressing the hidden clasps on the inside of the shoulder; he applied force with his thumb and index finger simultaneously, precisely pressing the two hidden clasps.

"Click." The shoulder armor loosened.

Wang Sheng gently removed the shoulder armor.

The silver shoulder armor peeled off her shoulder like a flower petal, revealing the white inner garment beneath the silver armor.

The white inner garment was soaked with sweat and blood, clinging to her body like a second skin.

Her toned shoulders beneath the white inner garment were like white mountains, the lines of her muscles soft yet powerful, like the most intricate mechanism hidden beneath silver armor.

Her collarbones were like two shallow crescent moons, and sweat gathered in the crescent-like hollows, as if the clearest water were held in a silver tray.

The wound on her left shoulder extended from her shoulder to her upper arm, three inches long,

The lingering shadow had been purified by the Light Healing Technique, but the wound still resembled a shallow gully,

The surrounding skin beneath the white inner garment looked like the finest crack on the whitest porcelain.

He set down the shoulder armor, and the silver fragments fell beside the Savage Beast skin couch like flower petals.

"Continue." Murong Xue's voice dropped by half a degree, as if a silver spear had revealed its softest shaft after laying down its sharp edge.

She did not stop him, because she knew the silver armor had to be completely removed for her to fully relax and rest.

But her brown eyes were lowered, her eyelashes casting faint shadows on her cheeks like silver curtains,

A trace of vulnerability that she had never shown to anyone else appeared on her resolute face.

Wang Sheng continued to remove the armor. The chest armor.

His fingers moved to the hidden clasps on her chest; the Dark Iron Rune Array was like a silver galaxy in the dim light of the Spirit Stone lamp,

He pressed the hidden clasps, and the silver chest armor bloomed like a flower petal.

The silver chest armor separated from the middle, like a silver flower bud slowly blooming in the morning light, revealing the white inner garment inside.

Murong Xue's chest heaved beneath the white inner garment.

Sweat had soaked through the inner garment, clinging to her like a second skin, and her full, upright contours looked like two rounded peaks beneath the inner garment,

Every breath trembled slightly, as if silver mountains were heaving in the morning breeze,

Sweat meandered downwards along the curve of the inner garment like the finest stream,

In the dim light of the Spirit Stone lamp, it looked like a silver thread drawing the most exquisite curve on a white canvas.

Her breathing became slightly hurried due to nervousness,

After the chest armor was removed, it was as if the silver restraints had finally been undone,

Her full, upright contours heaved freely beneath the white inner garment like released mountain peaks.

The waist armor. He undid the belt at her waist, and the silver waist armor loosened, like a silver river receding from her waist.

Her waist was as slender as a silver willow branch, and the faint lines of her abdominal muscles beneath the white inner garment were like meticulously carved patterns,

It looked as if the most skilled craftsman had carved the most perfect geometric curves onto a white canvas,

The curve of her waist and abdomen was like a silver crescent moon, toned and supple,

As if what was hidden beneath the silver armor was not soft flesh and blood, but the toughest silver threads.

The leg armor. From her thighs to her calves, he removed it piece by piece.

As his fingers undid the hidden clasps of the leg armor, he was like the most precise watchmaker dismantling the most intricate machinery,

Each piece of silver leg armor peeled off her long legs like silver flower petals.

Her legs were long and powerful; the lines of her thighs beneath the white inner garment were like ivory sculptures, firm and rounded,

As if the most skilled craftsman had carved the most perfect curves into white ivory,

Every inch of muscle was as supple and powerful as silver threads soaked in moonlight.

The curve of her calves was like a new moon, and her ankles were as slender as the shadows cast by silver willow branches in the moonlight.