The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix's Novels Also Desires Happiness

Evil believer Funeer was dead.

As easily as plucking a fruit from a tree, in the blink of an eye, his head went rolling across the ground.

Then it was cut into pieces.

Only a few twisted chunks of flesh remained, still writhing, displaying his vitality as an evil believer.

Yet for some reason, despite this supposedly wonderful sight of an enemy being defeated, the atmosphere was faintly awkward.

“You two...”

The moment those words left his mouth, Muen immediately realized he seemed to have been far too rude. What did he mean, performing a play? This was clearly genuine emotion.

So he quickly corrected himself. “You two really have such a good relationship. It makes everyone else jealous.”

“Whoa, whoa.”

Marcie also poked her head around from the side, eyes shining. “So that’s the kind of relationship you two have? Damn it, I actually got to eat such a huge scoop of gossip from the front line. Even if this is a battlefield, I’m way too happy right now.”

She was a strength fan, not a face fan, so this kind of scene did not strike her at all. Instead, it could become food for her gossip.

“...”

“...”

Under Muen and Marcie’s teasing stares, the Bear King, who had always claimed to “come and go like the wind,” instantly had his old face turn bright red.

His gaze met another gaze, one so shy it looked as though she might faint at any moment, for a brief instant before he hurriedly looked away again.

His heart was pounding like a drum.

“Cough.”

Theresa gave a dry cough and forced himself to calm down.

Fortunately, the scene before him did not require him to spend too much effort on it. Another unexpected reality very quickly diverted his attention.

“You brat... no, Mr. Campbell, you’re actually this strong?” He finally reacted. The level of strength Muen had just displayed seemed a little off.

“Strong?”

Muen blinked. “Wasn’t that guy just too weak?”

Weak...

Looking at the scattered chunks of flesh still writhing on the ground, Theresa felt his heart pound in shock.

He had not even reacted just now before Funeer had been directly decapitated. One had to know, Funeer had once been one of the outstanding Pioneers. At least when that guy had still been a Pioneer, Theresa himself had not been his match.

This was fucking weak?

“You... who exactly are you?”

Theresa could not help asking. Such a powerful person absolutely should not have been someone he had never even heard of.

“I told you. I’m just a traveler who runs around everywhere.”

Muen smiled. “Don’t be afraid. I’m on your side.”

“...”

Theresa fell silent.

Judging from the attack just now, and from his series of previous actions, this man was indeed on their side. But having such a powerful stranger at his side inevitably made Theresa’s heart thump anxiously.

But he trusted Theodore.

“If that’s the case... doesn’t that mean our side is very safe?!”

Theresa clapped his hands, eyes shining.

After all, unlike the other squads that were exhausting themselves charging inward, his side... had a thigh to cling to!

As an experienced Pioneer, Theresa knew better than anyone that in this kind of adventurous operation, having a thigh and not having a thigh were two completely different situations.

Without a thigh, it was called an adventure.

With a thigh... it was called sightseeing!

“Great. Looks like I can finally breathe a little this time.”

Theresa showed his big white teeth. Setting aside what had happened just now for the moment, at least the road ahead should not be too difficult...

“Are you sure?”

Theresa was beaming, but Muen looked over at him with an odd expression. “I don’t feel like it’s going to be that safe.”

“Why? Aren’t you very strong?” As the thigh, being this unconfident was no good.

“I am strong, but...”

The corner of Muen’s mouth twitched slightly. He lifted his head and looked straight ahead.

“Being strong doesn’t mean everything will go smoothly...”

“...”

Theresa was still a little bewildered. In his view, with the strength this Mr. Campbell had displayed, even if three or five evil believers who had once been Pioneers came all at once, would they not still be chopped up as easily as melons and vegetables?

What was he worried about? Could it be that, for true powerhouses, caution was also an indispensable factor?

“Marcie, get ready to run,” Muen said nothing more and merely reminded her.

“Okay.”

Marcie was very obedient. She quickly moved her body in place. After the surrounding mist had been dispersed, she felt the strength in her body had clearly returned quite a bit.

And so, while Theresa was still confused, and the other one, Landa, was still steaming...

An unimaginable shadow began spreading over from the far end of the mist.

It was an extremely terrifying shadow.

It was already night, yet those shadows seemed to make the night itself grow even deeper.

The shadows gradually approached, and Theresa gradually froze as well.

He even thought he had seen wrong, so he hurriedly rubbed his eyes and looked again.

All right.

No mistake.

Within that shadow... a large number of evil believers were charging toward them like a beast tide!

A rough count put them at at least over a hundred!

Compared to Funeer, who had still been able to use dirty tricks earlier, these evil believers’ reason was clearly far more incomplete. Theresa could only see madness and ferocity in their faces and eyes.

But in this situation, madness and ferocity instead brought an even stronger sense of pressure. Theresa felt like he was about to piss himself.

“No... no way, right? This many all at once?”

He was a little dazed. Had he poked an evil-believer nest?

“I told you. I’m strong... but that doesn’t mean it’s safe.”

Muen helplessly shrugged.

“They’re all here for you?” Theresa’s eyes widened. He remembered that Funeer seemed to have said something similar just now, and suddenly came to a realization. “What did you do to the Goddess? Why do these guys look like the little sister in their family got bullied by some scumbag bastard, so they came to chop the scumbag into pieces?”

“Please don’t talk nonsense.”

Muen answered solemnly, “I have never done anything to the Goddess of Night...”

He paused. “At least I won’t do anything to her right now.”

“So you really are going to turn the Goddess into a poor, abandoned, proper-family little sister?”

Theresa had no time to worry about anything else. Those evil believers were extremely fast, and in the span of their conversation, they had already charged close. He could only scoop Landa up in one arm and flee for his life!

“My goal is the same as yours, all right?” Muen sighed. “At most, I just want to ask the Goddess a few more questions.”

“Who the fuck believes that? Why do I feel like you’re going there to ravage the Goddess... You scumbag!” Theresa did not forget to turn back and complain even as he ran.

“...”

Muen was genuinely speechless.

This again...

No, buddy, I haven’t even done anything yet. How did I become a scumbag?

My face is a little handsome, sure, but it’s not like the word scumbag is written on it.

Sigh. He was used to it.

“First... the Goddess of Night may simply be afraid of me.”

Marcie had already started sprinting as well. Or rather, she was the first to run. She had been prepared for this scene long ago and did not need to spend extra brainpower processing the situation before her the way Theresa did.

“Second.”

Muen, however, temporarily did not run. He stood firmly in place.

“Back where I’m from... I’m publicly acknowledged as a proper-family husband. A top-tier good man!”

Clang—

Elizabeth was unsheathed!

The snow-white blade light gathered into a full moon, and cold, clear moonlight scattered through the mist, coating this cold and eerie place in a different kind of beauty.

Theresa, who was fleeing wildly yet still did not forget to look back a couple of times, stared in a daze for a moment.

In all his life, he had never seen the moon. The beauty of the moon existed only in certain ancient texts left behind.

But that did not stop him from marveling at the splendor and brilliance of this bright moon.

Even the evil believers chasing after them were drawn to it and raised their heads blankly.

Unfortunately, this was not the true moon.

The full moon rose high, then abruptly fell. A sound like heavenly thunder crashing down instantly echoed through the entire deep valley!

Everyone felt the ground shake.

Everyone could not help stopping temporarily.

They watched the moonlight descend.

Watched the light gauze scatter in a graceful curtain.

Watched that... over a hundred blade lights gather into one place, and then... bloom at the same time!

Boom!

...

Theresa stood rooted in place, the fleeting brilliance still reflected in his eyes.

Muen ran over and jogged in place beside him.

“Hey, hey, come back to your senses. Time to make a run for it.”

“Make a run for it?”

A trace of life returned to Theresa’s dazed expression. “Didn’t you cut all those guys to death?”

“When did I become that impressive?”

Muen was helpless. “That move does look pretty scary, but no matter what, there’s no way it could wipe out over a hundred of them at once, right? At most, it killed a mere twenty or thirty. The rest are still chasing us. What else are we supposed to do if we don’t run? Wait to die?”

“Twenty or thirty... a mere...”

Theresa murmured. He truly could not connect the number in front with the word that came after it.

One had to know, in all of Annabawei, the number of people who could become Pioneers in a year... was roughly around that number.

Impressive. Too impressive.

Theresa felt that he was completely useless. He had been a Pioneer for so long, yet in front of this kind of person, he was not worth mentioning at all...

With a thigh like this, why the hell was he even running...

With a slap.

Just as Theresa was feeling sentimental, something suddenly fell beside him.

He lowered his head and looked.

An evil believer with only half a body left was constantly scraping at the ground.

Scraping and scraping, it scraped its way to his foot. Then it hugged his foot and, without another word, bit down.

“Ah! Bastard!”

In sharp pain, Theresa roared out loud. Although he could not compare to the thigh beside him, surely he could not be bullied by something that only had half a body left!

But just as he was preparing to teach this beastly thing that only knew how to sneak attack a lesson... the dust and smoke dispersed, and a chill came from who knew where, making Theresa tremble for no reason.

He stiffly raised his head and saw dozens of crazed gazes piercing through the gradually spreading mist, meeting his eyes...

“Ah... so there are this many bastards.”

Theresa smiled awkwardly. “You guys chat. That one on the ground is some generation of Pioneer, I don’t know him, but you should all be very familiar with him. You chat. I won’t disturb you.”

With that, Theresa adjusted Landa, who was tucked under his arm, turned, and ran, once again fleeing for his life!

Whether he could cling to the thigh was another matter. A man like the wind, even when fleeing for his life, was still this dashing!

“Damn it, damn it! How did they catch up so quickly!”

It did not take Theresa long to catch up to Muen in front, which made Muen unable to help admiring him... This guy might be lacking in other areas, but his running speed really was incredible.

Unfortunately, the evil believers behind them were similarly not slow. Each of them had all kinds of strange methods, and they soon caught up right behind Theresa’s ass.

“Of course they’re this fast. Evil believers aren’t afraid of pain. Isn’t that common sense?” Muen had expected it already.

“Then... then what do we do?” Theresa was almost in despair.

“Run separately.”

“Huh? Separately? Is it really good to split up at a time like this?”

“Oh? You’re that brave?”

Muen gave an evil smile. “Are you going to compete with me to see who runs faster? If everyone stays together, the one at the back will definitely be made the target... Well, I don’t mind. When it comes to something like running away, I’ve never lost...”

“Goodbye! I hope I can see you at the Goddess’s place!”

Without another word, Theresa drew strength from who knew where and accelerated again, turning in another direction and sprinting all the way. Very quickly, he disappeared into the vast mist.

“Heh. His mouth says one thing, but his body is honest.”

Men really were all pig trotters.

Except him.

Muen temporarily stood still and looked at Marcie beside him.

“Can you locate the Goddess’s position?”

“Of course I can. Lord Bear King taught me plenty!”

Marcie proudly shook the small object in her hand that resembled a compass. She was not merely being a little fangirl.

“Good. We’re going this way.”

Muen’s figure turned, and he abruptly headed in the opposite direction.

“Wait!” Marcie cried out in alarm. “That side is full of enemies!”

“I know.”

Clang—

The pure-white short blade flashed with a cold gleam. Golden patterns gradually lit up and outlined its shape, beautiful enough to make the heart tremble even within this boundless mist.

“Enemies?”

Muen was utterly fearless. The corner of his mouth curved slightly.

“Once they’re all dead, there won’t be any.”