76: Holy Light Angel Jiang Feifei

Jiang Feifei finally whipped her belt hard against the back of an innocent chair with a crisp "crack," as if she had drained all her strength.

She suddenly flung the belt away, and that black strap, symbolizing her fleeting anger, fell listlessly onto the carpet with a dull thud.

Immediately after, teardrops the size of beans could no longer be held back, rolling down her fair cheeks like pearls off a broken string.

She tilted her head slightly, and those peach-blossom eyes—usually sparkling with life but now red from crying—looked like rain-drenched peach petals. Lingering tears hung tremulously on her long eyelashes, refracting the room's dim light and flickering with fragmented, fragile spots of light.

This appearance, tear-streaked and infinitely pitiful, made Jiang Xin, who was standing nearby, feel as if his heart had been gripped by an invisible hand, sending waves of sharp heartache through him.

He sighed silently, walked forward, and gently pulled this trembling, aggrieved, yet stubborn girl into his embrace from behind.

His strong arms wrapped around her slender shoulders, and one hand, with a soothing touch, gently smoothed her slightly messy, jet-black hair over and over again.

He could feel her thin back rising and falling slightly from her sobs.

"Stop it, okay?" Jiang Xin's voice was low and calm, carrying an unquestionable steadiness yet containing a subtle, hard-to-detect tenderness. "Some things don't need to be obsessed over. Don't you understand my feelings? Why dwell on those trivial details?"

He did not choose to use bottomless sweet talk to comfort her. He truly loved the girl in his arms, but he was even more so the Commander of the Red Alert Legion, a superior burdened with the lives of countless people.

His status and position destined him to be unable to act like those youths just discovering love, placing romance above all else and using humble pandering to win favor.

His love was also destined not to belong to just one person. He was a powerful lion, and his followers would not be limited to just one.

Jiang Feifei stiffened in his arms, as if his words had struck a nerve, but then she leaned in even closer.

She turned around suddenly, like a small beast seeking shelter, burying her face deep into his broad, solid chest, her hands tightly wrapping around his waist, drawing in the reassuring scent and warmth from his body.

After a good while, a muffled voice, thick with nasal congestion, came from his chest: "Can... can you make me a hero unit?"

She looked up, tear tracks still wet on her face, trying hard to force a smile, but that smile appeared somewhat bleak and weak.

Jiang Xin was slightly stunned, his deep eyes gazing at her. He extended his finger, extremely gently and cautiously wiping away the crystalline tears remaining at the corners of her eyes and on her cheeks, his movements as cherished as if he were wiping a rare treasure.

"Why did you suddenly think of this?" His voice carried a hint of inquiry and concern.

Jiang Feifei looked up at him, those beautiful eyes that had just been crying now flashing with an unusually firm light, as if she had made up her mind about something.

She took a deep breath, her voice clear but carrying a hint of imperceptible trembling: "I don't want... to drift further and further away from you in the future. Jiang Xin, I hope that I am not just your first love, the person you hold in your heart; I hope even more to become the sharpest sword in your hand, the sturdiest shield, and to become your indispensable right-hand assistant!"

The words were spoken with conviction. After finishing, she seemed to have exhausted her courage, pressing her burning cheeks tightly back into his embrace, seeking final confirmation and reliance.

Jiang Xin looked down at the girl in his arms, who was clearly fragile enough to need protection, yet stubbornly wanted to stand side-by-side with him.

A faint fragrance drifted from the top of her head, and her heartbeat was clearly transmitted to him through their clothing. A warm current, mixed with complex pity and admiration, welled up in his heart.

He tightened his arms, resting his chin gently on the top of her head, his voice low and solemn: "Okay."

Without any hesitation, he raised his head, his gaze piercing the void, and issued an order in his mind: "Number 1, promote Medical Soldiers - Jiang Feifei to a hero unit."

"Order received, Commander." Number 1's cold, emotionless, electronically synthesized voice sounded in his mind. "Promotion procedure initiated. Consuming 4 hero badges. Please keep the target unit in a stable state; the promotion process is about to begin, please wait patiently!"

The moment the voice fell, a sudden change occurred!

A gentle yet incomparably pure, milky-white pillar of light, seemingly containing the primal power of life, descended from the ceiling without warning, precisely enveloping Jiang Feifei completely!

The light was not blinding, but it carried a sacred and majestic energy fluctuation, gently wrapping her like a cocoon of liquid light.

Jiang Xin subconsciously released his hands and took a step back, watching the familiar figure inside the cocoon of light with bated breath.

The light swirled, and one could vaguely see Jiang Feifei's body silhouette stretching and transforming within the radiance.

Time seemed to be stretched out. A few minutes later, that dense light rapidly receded and internalized like a receding tide.

When the light completely dissipated, revealing the figure within, even Jiang Xin, who was accustomed to all sorts of scenes involving Supernatural Ability, felt his eyes suddenly burst with a light of amazement and shock!

Jiang Feifei stood there quietly, her temperament having undergone a earth-shaking change. Her originally tied-up long hair now flowed down, shimmering with a smooth luster.

The most striking thing was behind her—a pair of huge and elegant, snow-white wings made of pure light energy were slowly spreading!

Every feather seemed to be carved from the purest crystal, iridescent and exuding a warm and sacred aura. As the wings gently flapped, tiny specks of light dust drifted down, dreamlike and illusory.

Her body was covered in a set of ancient yet exquisite silver-white battle armor, with smooth and beautiful lines, like the armor of an ancient female general, yet it carried a technological feel that transcended the era.

The armor fit her figure perfectly, outlining both a heroic spirit and not losing the femininity of a woman. Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows under her eyelids.

Suddenly, she opened her eyes!

Those beautiful peach-blossom eyes, now deep within the pupils, seemed to be burning with two dazzling pure-white flames, holy and majestic, piercing through to the heart!

At the same time, her right hand grasped the empty air, light gathered, and a long sword, with crimson flames flowing all over it, condensed and formed in her hand!

The sword blade was about a meter long, blazing with brilliance, as if molten lava were flowing on the edge, emitting powerful energy fluctuations and an aura of unmatched sharpness!

At this moment, Jiang Feifei was a perfect fusion of holiness and power, like a battle angel descended to the mortal world from Western mythology, awe-inspiring and inviolable, yet carrying a compassion to heal all living things!

Jiang Xin was deeply shocked by this astonishing transformation; he could not suppress the eagerness and concern in his heart, his voice carrying a hint of imperceptible nervousness: "How do you feel?"

Jiang Feifei seemed to be still adapting to this brand-new power. She looked down at her armored hand, then gently swung that crimson light sword, the sword edge slicing through the air, bringing up a wave of scorching airflow.

She looked up, the dazzling white light in her eyes gradually receding, returning to their original color, but that spirit was even deeper and brighter.

"My body... feels much lighter and full of power." She felt the vitality surging within her body, her voice carrying a hint of novelty and joy, "Also, my medical knowledge... seems to have been forcibly infused with many new things! I am now confident in independently completing some more complex surgical operations, such as treating gunshot wounds, suturing large-area lacerations, performing fracture reduction and fixation, and so on." Her tone was full of confidence.

Jiang Xin nodded with satisfaction while listening, asking burning questions with his gaze: "What about your Supernatural Ability? Is it these wings? Or something else?"

Mentioning Supernatural Ability, Jiang Feifei's face instantly radiated a dazzling brilliance, as if she had found the most precious treasure. "The most powerful thing is this!" She said with an excited tone, even carrying a hint of joy.

With a slight movement of her mind, the light wings behind her flapped gently, and specks of holy light dust drifted away, while the crimson light sword in her hand buzzed, spitting out scorching flames.

"After using my Supernatural Ability, I can enter the 'Holy Light Angel' form! In this form, I possess the powerful 'Healing Light' skill, which can quickly recover injuries and also heal allied units! Furthermore, it can disperse some negative status effects."

"And," she swung the light sword forcefully, bringing up a gorgeous red rainbow, "my melee ability has also been greatly improved, possessing considerable combat power! My Flame Light Sword is cutting-edge Red Alert technology, possessing the powerful ability to release flames. From now on, I can also fight side-by-side with you!" Her voice was full of longing and pride.

Thinking of being able to face danger together with Jiang Xin, an indescribable excitement surged in Jiang Feifei's heart. She suddenly threw herself into Jiang Xin's arms, holding him tightly, her bright smile like the sun just blooming after the rain, dispelling all gloom. Only those slightly swollen eye sockets, still bearing the traces of her recent crying, instead added a different kind of moving charm to her.

Jiang Xin caught her steadily, feeling the warm breath coming from her body, mixed with holy light energy and vigorous life force, his heart also filled with joy and satisfaction.

He lowered his head, rubbing his chin against her smooth forehead, a low laugh echoing in his chest: "Silly girl, protecting yourself, being my head steward, and being a good service officer for the base is the greatest help to me. Leave the fighting to me and the brothers."

His words carried doting, but also clearly drew a boundary—he hoped even more that she would be safe and worry-free under the wings he had built for her.

Jiang Feifei rubbed against him in his arms, not refuting, only holding him tighter. At this moment, words were already superfluous.

Outside the window, the night was deep, but inside the room, it was warm. The two of them just held each other tightly like this, immersed in each other's breath and the beauty of their hearts being connected, spending this night filled with tears, transformation, and infinite tenderness together.

The snow-white wings folded silently behind her, like the gentlest guardian, shrouding the two of them in a quiet and sacred halo of light.