Elder brother's garrison

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Just then, Xiaobai, who had anticipated this situation, saw the white light surrounding her rapidly dissipate, and in turn, a red light spread from her ship equipment.

"Roar—oh cough cough cough—" Little White shouted at the Will of the Deep Sea with all its might.

The little girl's screams were supposed to be useless, but the way she yelled so close to his face did make the Deep Sea Will pause for a moment.

A sensation of interference with his body and power surged from the center of his body, causing the Deep Sea Will's body to slow down. This sluggish feeling lasted for less than half a second before being overcome by the Deep Sea Will. Even half a second was enough for Xiaobai to do a lot of things.

Taking advantage of the Deep Sea Will's stiffness, Xiaobai used all her strength to push the ship equipment against the Deep Sea Will's face and slam it down hard on her body.

The Deep Sea Will stared coldly at Little White's ship equipment and slammed it towards its own body.

"Fine, I'll see what you can smash me into with this thing..." The voice of the Deep Sea Will froze before it could finish, "Like..."

At that moment, the red light on Xiaobai's ship equipment quickly receded, and then a black light that devoured everything spread out.

Completely different from the intense red light and the previous faint white light, this eerie black light was so dark that it was hard to tell whether it was bright or not; it was simply black, obscuring everything.

With a loud "thud," the ship's equipment, radiating a black light, slammed into the Deep Sea Will.

Just as the Deep Sea Will had predicted, this method not only failed to harm the Deep Sea Will, but it couldn't even inflict any pain.

However, something even more troublesome happened.

The source of this black light is the power of the Deep Sea Will itself. Even if it is very weak, just a wisp of it, it is still connected to the main body.

Every Deep Sea Dean whose part was swallowed by Xiaobai's ship equipment has a subtle connection with Xiaobai. Without exception, at this moment, Xiaobai is using the patterns of the Deep Sea Will that he discovered earlier to try his best to touch the body of the Deep Sea Will.

The Deep Sea's will is incredibly strong, almost unbelievably so. Like in novels, it can flatten mountains and split seas with a mere gesture, possessing immense strength. Its entire body is like a minefield of gunpowder, its energy terrifyingly high. However, with so much energy, it must be carefully managed and controlled. If it were to accidentally ignite, an explosion wouldn't be out of the question.

Xiao Bai's actions just now were due to his slight connection with the Deep Sea Will. Like a naughty child, he stirred up Xia Ji Balan's energy pool, which was neatly arranged within the Deep Sea Will's body.

Then the will of the deep sea could no longer contain itself and began to swell.

A black vortex burst forth from the body of the Deep Sea Will. In an instant, a large amount of black energy burst out from the body and joints of the Deep Sea Will, and its smooth skin became riddled with holes, as if it had been detonated. The entire body of the Deep Sea Will began to twist irregularly.

The powerful airflow blew Xiaobai away immediately. Xiaobai flew far away and landed on the sea surface. Its ship equipment could not withstand the force and disappeared back into Xiaobai's body.

Compared to the situation of the Deep Sea Will, Xiao Bai's current situation is not much better.

In Xiaobai's mind, an explosive rehearsal that was in no way inferior to the will of the deep sea was unfolding in her mental world.

"Ah ...

Little White lay on the sea, staring blankly at the sky.

—Wasn't that a bit too much? It sounds like it hurts a lot.

—Haha, now is not the time to worry about other people.

Xiao Bai's eyelids slowly gave way, and finally closed amidst the roaring in her brain and extreme exhaustion.

In the distance, the explosion of the Deep Sea Will had not ended. Just as Xiao Bai had thought, as expected of a being containing the power of the sea, the energy within the Deep Sea Will's body was truly terrifying. After being detonated by Xiao Bai, this energy went berserk and seemed to have no end in sight.

Gradually, the black cyclone began to generate bluish-purple lightning, and an ever-expanding vortex appeared centered on the will of the deep sea.

The black vortex spun incessantly, roaring with lightning and the girl's screams, while continuously sucking things outwards.

Gradually, as the vortex expanded, even Xiaobai's body, which was already far away, began to be selected by the vortex as a target for absorption.

Xiao Bai's unconscious body was slowly being pulled towards the vortex.

Slowly, Xiaobai's body flew up and headed straight for the vortex.

"Snap." A hand reached out from behind Xiaobai and quickly grabbed Xiaobai's palm.

Missouri lay on the water's surface, clutching Little White, who was still being pulled and sucked in by the whirlpool in mid-air.

"That's quite a show of force, Admiral," Missouri said somewhat reluctantly to the little white figure floating in mid-air. "You've really done something remarkable."

Missouri looked at Little White, who was unconscious, pale-faced and with her brows furrowed, and the smile on her face gradually disappeared.

Missouri took one last look at Xiaobai, and two lines of tears involuntarily flowed from her eyes. Her dignified face finally showed a crying expression, as if she wanted to engrave Xiaobai's entire face into her memory: "Admiral, see you later, Missouri is waiting for you."

After saying this, Missouri, her eyes red, finally let go of his hand.

The unconscious Xiaobai's body flew towards the center of the vortex like a tattered rag, and was quickly swallowed up by the vortex.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The sounds of airflow, water, lightning, and a girl's screams filled the air.

Little White was awakened by the noisy sounds around him.

She opened her eyes with some difficulty.

Covered in black blood, with twisted joints and shattering skin, the deep-sea will huddled before her, screaming amidst the lightning, tears streaming from her eyes before being blown away and scattered by the cyclone.

—It really hurts.

Xiao Bai didn't know how she got to the side of the Deep Sea Will, but her current situation was not much better. Although she had ruined the Deep Sea Will's body, Xiao Bai's mental world was not much better either.

Xiao Bai lost consciousness again.

However, her body reacted automatically. She slowly reached out, grabbed the rampaging girl in front of her, and pulled her into her arms.

Little White smelled the metallic scent, brought its mouth to the slender neck of the Deep Sea Will, opened its teeth, and bit down on the few undamaged areas of skin.

A refreshing liquid flowed into Xiaobai's mouth, its sweet taste soothing the turmoil in Xiaobai's brain like a gentle breeze.

"Gulp." Little White swallowed unconsciously.

As Xiaobai moved, the screams of the Deep Sea Will gradually subsided and eventually disappeared.

Xiaobai and Deep Sea Will embraced each other and sank into the center of the whirlpool.

Chapter 452 Finding a Little White

Xiaobai is the kind of person with a high tolerance for pain. Although she can feel pain and may unconsciously groan when suddenly injured, she can still endure the pain if she can.

However, ever since he interacted with the will of the deep sea in the spiritual world, which caused his nameless sapling to snap in two, Xiaobai has been experiencing a kind of pain that is completely different from physical pain.

A feeling of emptiness, as if his brain was constantly draining away, kept swirling around Xiaobai's head. A buzzing sound like mosquitoes was noisy, and the drowsiness made Xiaobai close his eyes. But when he closed his eyes, he could only see a static world on the TV with the antenna broken.

It felt like something had pierced right into your skull, slowly sucking out the contents with a needle—it was excruciating, yet you couldn't scream.

Xiao Bai felt that if he continued like this, he might actually die.

Xiao Bai wanted to do something, but she was too tired. After closing her eyes, all the strength in her body disappeared, and even the strength to breathe seemed to disappear. Xiao Bai could only feel herself getting weaker and weaker.

However, at that moment, a refreshing liquid suddenly slid across Xiao Bai's teeth. The liquid touched Xiao Bai's tongue and immediately turned into smoke, like a cool, slimy young snake, which coiled around the tip of her tongue.

Xiao Bai swallowed unconsciously.

The cool liquid flowed down my throat, but instead of into my stomach, it rose to my head, instantly making my empty and burning brain feel comfortable.

—It's delicious.

—So delicious. So delicious. So delicious.

Xiao Bai couldn't quite describe the taste, only that it was incredibly delicious, far better than anything he had ever eaten, thousands of times better.

It's unclear where the strength came from, but Little White sucked on the sugarcane in large gulps. When there was nothing left to suck, it took a few more deep bites, as if squeezing out the last bit of sugar from the sugarcane. Little White kept sucking, chewing, and swallowing, then sucking, chewing, and swallowing, in an endless cycle.

The feeling of loss in his brain had disappeared, but Xiaobai was still greedily sucking on the delicious food in front of his mouth.

This behavior lasted for an unknown period of time; it might have lasted only a few minutes, or several hours, or even days, months, or tens of thousands of years.

Until a certain moment, when there was really nothing left to inhale, Xiaobai finally let go of her mouth and, guided by a feeling of comfort and drowsiness from the inside out, fell asleep contentedly.

The world turned black again.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

The sun slowly rose, and its warm rays shone on the beach and the sea. The blue seawater was clean and clear, and occasionally one could hear the cry of a seabird.

A blonde girl wearing a clean white shirt and shorts stealthily crept from the beach toward the shore.

The blonde girl had her hair tied in a simple ponytail, and her face was covered with mud, giving her fair and sweet face a dark makeup look.

She carried a bamboo basket on her back and crawled towards the shore. Her snow-white, soft skin and plump thighs resembled the white flesh of an oyster. Like a small animal trying its best to avoid its natural enemy, she kept moving forward.

The girl touched the edge of a rock, lay down on the shore, and put her hand into a crevice between the rocks. After a short while, a bright smile suddenly appeared on her face, and her blue eyes lit up as if they had been lit.

The blonde girl quickly knelt down, pressed her entire body against the rock, and with her other hand behind her back, she took out a chisel and worked it quickly in the cracks of the boulder, prying off a handful of black oysters.

The oysters were badly damaged by the girl's somewhat rough handling; their once-perfect shells were pried into a pile of black fragments. However, among these fragments, one could occasionally see quite a few pieces of snow-white oyster meat, translucent and glistening.

The blonde girl tossed the shards and oyster meat in her hand back into the bamboo basket behind her, then continued reaching into the cracks in the rocks.

The girl's joyful expression gradually faded, turning into disappointment.

She sighed and looked around the beach.

This was the last rock the girl had explored on the entire beach; she probably wouldn't be able to get any more oyster meat for a while.

"No more snacks..." The girl dejectedly brought the bamboo basket behind her to the front, looked down at it, and said, "We're going to have to wait a long time. Where are the oysters?"

As the girl was thinking, she casually raised her head and glanced at the sea.

Then, she saw an oyster on the beach that was about the size of a person.

The girl quickly shook her head, slapped herself, and then looked at it carefully again.

—Disappointingly, it wasn't an oyster after all, but a person.

She was a girl with long, snow-white hair, wearing a white dress. She was petite with fair skin and lay on the beach, soaking wet, with the seawater splashing and pounding against her body.

"A corpse?" The girl was stunned for a moment, then looked around several times. Finally, she swallowed hard, stared at the sea for a while, and then slowly made her way towards the white-haired girl.

She crawled to the side of the white-haired "corpse," then carefully examined her body for a while before finally reaching out and turning the girl's body over.

"Wow..." The moment she saw the girl's face, she couldn't help but exclaim, "So beautiful..."

Realizing her lapse in composure, the girl coughed twice, then held her finger to the corpse's nostrils and felt for a moment.

"Still alive." The blonde girl withdrew her hand. "What are we going to do now..."

The blonde girl stared blankly at the face of the corpse in front of her, then reached out and touched the corpse's face and fingers.

The state of the "corpse" was quite strange. It looked like it had been soaking in water for a long time, but its skin was not swollen at all and felt very elastic to the touch.

The blonde girl got hooked on touching it, and with a soft chuckle, she reached out and pinched the "corpse's" cheek.

"Never mind, let's take it back." The blonde girl thought for a moment, then put the basket of oysters to her chest, carried the white-haired little girl on her back, glanced at the horizon one last time, and quickly ran towards the land.

The two girls disappeared off the shore.

The seawater still lapped against the beach, seabirds still cried out in the sky, the sound of the water, with a faint rumble, seeped towards the shore, and the clear seawater still shimmered.

Then, a dark shadow gradually emerged from the bottom of the water.

With its cannon barrel, fish head, sharp teeth, and a cold, eerie light, the deep-sea amphibious vessel, half-bodied and half-headed, gazed at the beach and opened its mouth towards the horizon.

"------"

An indescribable, strange sound tore through the air and shot towards the other side of the sea.

Finally, slowly, a patch of black appeared on the horizon.

The dark, heavy steel machinery stirred up a cold, red light, and dense black lines, accompanied by heavy thuds, instantly turned the sea black.

Groups of deep-sea amphibious ships have occupied this area.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Xiaobai slowly opened her eyes, and a feeling of awakening her brain instantly filled her entire body.

"Hmm————" Little White stretched and took deep breaths of air.

"You're awake. You're my wife now."

"Cough cough cough cough—" Xiaobai almost choked herself to death from a gasp. She hurriedly sat up in bed and looked toward the source of the sound in shock.

A blonde girl sat in front of him, looking at him with a mischievous, devilish smile: "Hehe, just kidding."

Xiao Bai stared blankly at the blonde girl: "Uh..."

"My name is Lily of the Valley."

"...Hello, lily of the valley..."

“I’m older than you, call me older sister.” The girl named Linglan puffed out her chest, and the two plump mounds of flesh under her white shirt trembled.

"Uh... Hello, Sister Linglan..." Xiaobai still looked confused about what had happened.

"Hello," Linglan said with a smile to Xiaobai. "What's your name?"

"Lu Lin."