Demon King: Hero, don’t run away!

Riding the waves, the giant warship swiftly traversed the ocean, leaving a trail of water that spread from the stern, clapping the waves into patches of white.

After several days of rushing around, the scorching heat pierced the bleak sea breeze, swallowing the cold, as Yang Yu and the others crossed the equator, sailing from the Northern Hemisphere to the Southern Hemisphere once again.

Kula Doreen stood on the deck, gazing out at the endless ocean, not knowing what he was thinking.

One daughter is missing, while the other has gone astray; understanding his inner thoughts at this moment is certainly difficult.

Perhaps Kula Doreen has already prepared for the worst.

With the scorching sun distorting space, Yang Yu uncorked barrel after barrel, stuffing ample clover and ice into them, and took the opportunity to check the health of each Slime.

Slimes possess nearly perfect poison resistance, but this doesn’t mean they don’t get sick.

They occasionally experience a series of complications due to chaotic magic power within their bodies.

With the imminent crusade against Count Blood, Yang Yu did his utmost to ensure the health of every Slime; the more Slimes, the greater their strength, and thus, their chances of victory increase.

Just after Yang Yu finished feeding the Slimes, confirming each was healthy, Helot wriggled to his side, as usual, saying:

”Lord Yang Yu, thanks to the materials you gave me yesterday, I’ve learned several new skills.

I’d like to practice. Can I ask you to be my training partner?”

Helot and He Meng were the only Slimes outside the barrels, and with this rare opportunity to come out, Helot didn’t want to just enjoy the scenery.

As the next Slime King, he’s been striving his hardest to improve himself, not missing any chance to grow stronger.

Managing to teach his headstrong sister as he did, Helot greatly respects Yang Yu’s abilities and is willing to learn and grow under Yang Yu’s guidance.

Yang Yu responded politely,

”No problem.

Also, don’t forget to share what you’ve learned here with the other Slimes; it will benefit our battle.

Just like before, use Slime language to discreetly communicate with them.”

Helot nodded, his round body forming a hand to make an ”OK” gesture.

Thus, Yang Yu and a Slime headed to an open area on the deck to begin their routine training.

At the entrance of the cabin, He Meng secretly watched everything with an unhappy expression.

Even knowing Yang Yu and Bai Jin’s relationship didn’t invoke such feelings, why does seeing Yang Yu with other Slimes—despite one being her brother—make her so unhappy?

Could it be she’s unknowingly adopted a pet’s perspective, feeling displeased when other pets occupy the master?

No, it absolutely can’t be like that.

It’s because that guy gave a significant portion of the clover meant for her to her brother, making her angry when seeing the two together.

Just getting along a little better and treating him vastly differently from how he treated her before, that’s the reason for her displeasure.

With this thought, He Meng withdrew her head, turned back into a Slime, and bounced along the steps towards Bai Jin, who was arranging some things as requested by Yang Yu.

The warship continued its voyage, as a piece of floating wood drifted by, with several holes and broken wood scraps lodged within.

With one hand on the rudder and the other removing a straw to exhale, Luo Luosi said,

”No idea which unlucky soul made the raft, encountering a storm and being shredded to pieces by the fierce wind.

Thinking of crossing the ocean on a raft, in my life, I’ve never seen more than a few such fools.

If they were lucky, washed to a nearby island, there might still be a sliver of hope.

But if they just fell into the sea without the help of the sea-dwelling species, they’d only end up as fish food.”

Following a floating wood, another drifted by, as Luo Luosi sailed the warship to ram aside the incoming piece.

On the mast, Iyas kept watch, her exceptional eyesight allowing her to spot danger first.

Shortly after the warship had knocked aside the floating wood, Iyas spotted a girl lying on a piece of driftwood amidst the ocean’s swaying waves,

”I found a castaway, but we can’t rule out the possibility that it’s a trap.”

In the shaded area on the deck, Hualan and the Island Drifting team used information from Yang Yu to carefully plan the upcoming battle and remind each other of key points to watch during combat.

Upon hearing Iyas’s report, Lang Yi stood up,

”I’ll go take a look.”

”My abilities make it more convenient.”

Hualan waved his hand, summoning a small blue fish that transformed into a massive sailfish, darting into the water towards the girl on the driftwood.

The girl lay motionless on the driftwood, as Hualan directed the fish to transform back into a small fish, approaching the girl’s face for a closer look.

Once observed, it was a shock.

The girl on the driftwood is Qiuye Doreen, one of the noted opponents at the Dragon God Conference, known as Broken Wind Style’s greatest prodigy.

She is Kula Doreen’s daughter, who he sought from the harbor.

While directing the small fish to become a large manta ray to lift Qiuye Doreen, Hualan summoned another fish to report the situation to Yang Yu.

Yang Yu promptly halted his training with Helot and headed to the railing.

Upon seeing Qiuye Doreen on the spirited manta, Kula Doreen clenched the blade in his hand, steadying his trembling hand.

This scene was caught in Yang Yu’s gaze.

Concentrating, Hualan cautiously directed the spirited manta to fly onto the deck, placing the unconscious Qiuye Doreen before Yang Yu and the others.

Jiao Xi quickly strode forward to check Qiuye Doreen’s condition.

Fortunately, beyond some swelling from seawater exposure, Qiuye Doreen suffered no major injuries, and with a little rest and some healing, she should recover quickly.

”Leave it to us then.”

Kula Doreen said, leaning against a barrel containing Slimes.

Holy Light burst forth from Jiao Xi’s hands as he treated Qiuye Doreen with all his strength, dispelling her fatigue and reducing the swelling.

With a sharp cough, Qiuye Doreen awakened, turning over on the deck and continuing to cough, stomach acid burning her throat as she fought the urge to vomit.

After a painful struggle, she lay gasping on the spot, her eyes sunken, filled with an indescribable fatigue.

The scenes of her battling the storm in nights past remained clear in her mind.

The pain from her chest, the burning from her throat, the exhaustion from her limbs proved she’d survived the storm.

Before her wasn’t sand, but a smooth deck, indicating she’d been rescued by some people.

Qiuye Doreen trembled as she lifted her head, her view blurred by the intense sunlight, yet she still attempted to squeeze out words of gratitude from her mouth.

But before she could utter her thanks, she saw a familiar figure standing right in front of her.

In the end, the words of thanks were swallowed back by Qiuye Doreen, as she stiffly uttered:

”Fa-ther...”