Chapter 333: No matter how much you plan, it’s not good as fate

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“The Abyss monster has escaped. We must return to support the Adventurer Army. If we’re late, they will all become food for the Abyss Insects,” Samimi said with a serious expression. “Carry the wounded. It’s up to you sisters now.”

Both the Blue Ghost and the Red Ghost understood the gravity of the situation. Without another word, they struggled to their feet and hoisted the two injured members onto their backs.

The Blue Ghost carried her sworn rival, Cresia. Though their relationship was complex, it was more a matter of mutual respect between a senior and a junior.

The Red Ghost carried Niubao, without any complicated emotional baggage, simply focusing on the journey ahead.

Everyone left the giant tree stump that had been sliced in half and began hurrying back, hoping they were still in time.

Though the mission was complete, there was no joy on the return journey.

Instead, the atmosphere was even heavier and more anxious.

Night fell, and everyone had no choice but to stop and rest.

The battle had been too brutal; everyone was exhausted.

Even Bemore, having strained her eyes to the point where her vision was starting to blur, fell asleep early. She didn’t even pull Samimi aside to study magic as usual.

Samimi was fine. The ninety support techniques had barely drained her.

“Brother… Miss Meihua… You must be okay…” Serina was the most anxious.

She hadn’t participated in the fight against the Magic Sword Red, so her stamina was fine, but her nerves were stretched the thinnest.

Because within the Adventurer Army were her family.

The Blue Ghost had changed too.

Since the battle ended, she had become unusually quiet, none of her previous boisterousness remained.

It was the sign of a completely shattered spirit.

The Red Ghost appeared calm and reliable on the surface, but everyone could see her heart, like the Blue Ghost’s, was unable to find peace.

As for Cresia and Niubao, they remained unconscious.

Even if they woke up, they would likely carry psychological scars for a long time.

Perhaps this was the true power of the Magic Sword Red.

Even if you survived the Light Duel, that sense of powerlessness would leave an indelible shadow in your heart.

“Everyone, have some medicinal soup,” Steve spoke up.

With Niubao unconscious, she had taken over the team’s meals.

A large pot of thick medicinal soup, boiled by her until it was bitter and viscous.

Early the next morning, Niubao, who had taken the worst beating, was actually the first to wake up.

As soon as she woke, she devoured the entire remaining pot of medicinal soup.

Because the others had barely touched it.

Some couldn’t stomach the taste.

Some had no appetite.

Some were lost in their own despair.

“Niubao… Waaah, I’m so sorry…” Samimi dramatically hugged Niubao, pretending to cry.

“I’m fine, Sister.” Niubao was a bit embarrassed and also a little disgusted.

What was even more unbelievable was that she had absolutely no psychological issues.

Woke up, could eat, could move, full of energy.

In contrast, the Blue Ghost and Red Ghost were the ones trapped in shadows.

As for the Hero Sword Saint, Cresia, she remained unconscious.

Samimi had checked; there was nothing physically wrong with her.

They could only continue having the Blue Ghost carry her on the journey.

Three days later, Cresia finally woke up.

But she was terribly weak, unable to even stand steadily.

She actually slowed the team down, better off being carried.

“Am I still alive… Was the Magic Sword Red defeated?” Those were her first words upon waking.

And she asked every day, as if her memory was stuck.

“Elder, we’ve already won. The Sword of the Hero has been retrieved too.” The Hero of the Gale comforted her almost around the clock.

It was very clear the Hero Sword Saint also had severe psychological issues.

She, like the Twin Heroes, had fallen into a slump.

Meanwhile, the younger generation, their mental states were rock solid, one more stable than the other.

The Hero of the Gale and Bemore even felt a bit grateful to Samimi.

If not for her previous forced mental training, they would have broken long ago.

But now, the situation was still not good.

All three main Hero forces were injured.

And next, they would face an enemy even more sinister and cruel.

Even Samimi, thinking of the original plot, couldn’t help but feel a chill run down her spine.

She had been silent the entire way.

Because she began to doubt whether her choice to fight the Magic Sword Red first, instead of immediately returning to defend, was wrong.

This one day’s delay could it have caused irreparable losses?

Even a Transmigrator could not be sure.

Seven days later.

They finally saw ahead of them dense, countless figures.

The Adventurer Army.

Covering the land.

When the other side saw them, they almost attacked, mistaking them for a Demon Human assault.

“Miss Shalum! Little Sister! And all the Heroes! Are you alright?!” The Divine Blade Huck and Miss Meihua hurried out from the ranks.

Huck, looking excited, tried to hug Samimi.

She blocked him with one hand.

In the end, he could only hug his own sister.

Samimi turned and hugged Miss Meihua, enjoying a moment in the gentle embrace of a mature older sister.

But the next second, her expression changed.

“Did you encounter an enemy attack?” she asked immediately.

“We did,” Huck nodded. “We advanced according to plan and encountered multiple Demon Human ambushes along the way. We were very careful, but still suffered significant losses.”

After hearing this, Samimi felt her scalp go numb.

“Did you notice the Canopy Layer above?” she pressed.

“No,” Huck shook his head.

At that moment, a high-level adventurer stepped forward.

“I saw it. One morning, during my night watch, the Canopy Layer shook violently, and a huge amount of leaves fell.”

“The ground didn’t shake. Only the sky shook.”

“Are you sure?” Samimi stared at him intently.

“Absolutely sure,” the man nodded. “It was just after dawn that day. I remember it clearly.”