Courrier.
The Flaming Guard.
The strongest of the Flaming Angels.
Just … No, the pilot of the Blazing Angels.
She was the most eye-catching new star of the Order of Flames, a battle maniac whose name shook St. Urie Castle.
She grew up in the northern part of the Flaming Kingdom and hunted ferocious beasts with her people for a living. She had been a hunter and a predator since she was young.
She believed in the law of the jungle and the belief that one would die if he did not fight.
She believed that the world was an ice field where the strong preyed on the weak. The weak could only survive in groups and provide warmth to each other while trembling and waiting for the strong to plunder and kill. The strong, on the other hand, relied on hunting and plundering the flesh and blood of the weak to provide heat, so that they could stand proudly and valiantly on the ice field and live with dignity … The ice field was like that, and so were human beings.
The strong lived, and the weak died. The strong had the right to dominate everything, and the weak could only obey, or they would die.
For as long as she could remember, she had carried out this belief. She kept defeating the weak and advancing towards the peak of power. She left her tribe, came to St. Urie Castle, and joined the Order of Fire. It was not because her belief was firm, nor was it because she devoutly believed in the Spirit of Fire. It was only because the Order of Fire was the strongest wolf pack on this icy plain.
She still carried out the belief of the law of the jungle and defeated one competitor after another. In the end, she joined the Blazing Angel Project and was awarded the powerful new Blazing Angel 'Messenger of Death'. She became the most dazzling star of the Order of Flames.
However, she was still not satisfied. Her gaze passed through the vast Baikalia Wasteland and looked at the ancient Eastern Kingdom. Her gaze passed through the tall Usola Mountain Range and looked at the vast Leon Plains. In this vast icy world, there were countless prey waiting for her to hunt and countless weaklings waiting for her to plunder. Even in the Lifire Kingdom, there were foolish and muddle-headed nobles, scheming priests, and ambitious Divine Emperors. The entire world was a vast icy plain. Everyone was a living creature that wandered on it. Only the strong had the qualifications to survive.
Then, she encountered an unprecedented setback and predicament in this eastern country.
Ever since she was young, and even after she got the Blazing Angel Armor, she had been through battles of life and death. She fought against strong prey, wore down the enemy's strength and patience, and looked for the enemy's weakness. Then, when the enemy showed a weakness, she would launch a fatal attack and obtain new trophies. This had always been her fighting style. But now, she sadly found that the enemy … seemed to have no weakness.
Or rather, she had lost the power to find a weakness..
Too strong, too perfect, and … too strange.
The Blazing Angel Armor gave her unparalleled strength that could wrestle with mammoths, but this eastern warrior in front of her had achieved this with his own body. The hydraulic power, the lever transmission, the jet boost, and the power core were all operating at full power. Her unparalleled strength was still easily suppressed by the opponent. Clearly, she had encountered the most troublesome eastern warrior.
These people of the Empire who practiced the so-called martial arts of the east had brilliant skills in the use of strength that surpassed the understanding of ordinary people. They were skilled in a technique that used the smallest amount of strength to produce a huge effect. Just like how ants, although unremarkable, could lift objects that were far heavier than their own weight, these people of the Empire were also skilled in using limited strength to pry the lever of power, producing a destructive force that was hundreds or thousands of times stronger. These brilliant warriors had always been the nightmare of the Order of Flames' knights, because their skills in using strength were enough to harm the pilot's body through the protection of heavy armor.
But this was not what shocked Courrier the most.
"This … this feeling!"
She widened her eyes. In the vision of the helmet, she saw the Empire warrior pressing her to the ground and swinging his heavy fist at the Blazing Angel Armor. The perfect defense and shock absorption system was constantly dispelling the huge force, but there was still a force that could not be dispelled that was transmitted to her body. But this force made her feel pain, and it also made her feel … pleasure?
What was going on?
Pain and pleasure coexisted. Courrier bit her lips in shock, not knowing why such a change had happened to her body. This was indeed a pleasure that came from the body. A warm current flowed through her body in an instant, causing her to almost instinctively arch her body. She felt a hot feather gently tickling the skin of her legs, causing her body to tremble involuntarily. Without a doubt, she was very sure that this feeling, she … was in heat?
But while she was still confused and confused, another punch had already come crashing down!
Courrier learned her lesson this time. She clenched her teeth and did not make a sound. But although she did not speak, her body was very obedient!
Once again, the violent impact brought pain, but also pleasure!
An inexplicable feeling took control of her body, and even the strength of her struggle became weaker. Her tense body was instantly captured by the flowing heat, and she became lazy. Courrier was shocked and angry at the same time. She shouted loudly, "What did you do to me?"
Sun Lang shouted righteously, "I will represent the masses of the working people to punish you, a Russian spy who entered the country without permission!
Be lenient if you confess, be strict if you resist. Speak, what are you doing here!? "
Courrier spat. She was the strongest warrior in the Lifire Kingdom, she was the strongest hunter in the Ice Field. How could she bow down to an Empire warrior!
That's right, this is a world where the strong preys on the weak. The strong live and the weak die. The strong have the right to control everything about the weak. However, I'm definitely not weak. The biggest difference between me and those stupid weaklings is …
I can choose to die with dignity!
I choose to die!
Courrier's eyes flashed with a hint of determination. Just as he was about to order the auxiliary saint soul to activate the self-destruct sequence, Sun Lang had already seen through everything!
He raised his head to the sky and roared, letting out a desolate and ancient roar!
The roar seemed to have come from the desolate land of ancient times, with endless vitality and hope. Sun Lang's eyes pierced through the barriers of the universe. He saw the stars shining. He saw the warriors who protected the justice and peace of the land in dangerous times. They wore sacred robes, called upon the power of the guardian constellations, and waved their fists that could tear the sky apart with endless blood and sacrifice. They repelled all the powerful enemies who harbored evil thoughts towards the human world and protected the peace of the world. At this moment, the heart of the powerful warrior was beating non-stop. Sun Lang let out a roar. "Athena, give me strength!"
"Mount Lu — Hundred Eels Tyrant!"
"Eula eula eula eula eula eula eula eula!"
The huge Blazing Angel Armor was instantly enveloped by the torrent of fist shadows.
The heavy punches that could stop a waterfall continuously smashed on the Blazing Angel Armor, draining the Death Messenger's energy. It also caused an unimaginable physical and mental impact on Courrier. In fact, when the first punch hit the Death Messenger, Courrier could no longer send out the order to self-destruct. Her body was trembling, her brain was trembling, and her soul was trembling!
The woman who was protected by the Blazing Angel Armor let out an uncontrollable scream as if she was being swallowed by the terrifying waves!
In an instant, she seemed to have been thrown onto the top of a high wave. Her body rose up and down in the sea helplessly. She wanted to grab onto something, but she could only wave her hands in vain. She was drowned by the water and did not know what to do. The terrifying waves rolled over her body again and again, causing her to toss and turn, struggle, madness, and screams. This was not something that could be defeated with willpower, because this power did not originate from barbaric violence, but from the most ancient and boundless sacred ritual of living beings. This was the most primitive instinct rooted in the body of every living being. In this desolate land where danger lurked everywhere, they had to blaze the fire of civilization, leave behind their descendants, and continue the light of their race!
Courrier fell heavily to the ground again. The power that she was so proud of, the willpower that she was so proud of, everything was so laughable and so fragile. She was like a young bird hiding in its shell. Everything that she could rely on was useless. She could only tremble and wait for the final judgment.
The powerful spiritual torrent had destroyed everything. Her willpower, her determination to resist, her resolve to rather die than fall into the hands of the enemy, she had even lost the ability to think. No one, no one could resist this power. She was sweating all over, as if she had just been fished out of the water. Her body had already stopped working. Her whole body was immersed in the dreamlike beauty, and she could not even move a finger.
But the opponent was still punching.
Every punch was with all his strength. Every punch described the essence of the world. Every punch was as exquisite as a work of art.
Full of strength, full of willpower, full of determination, he would not stop, would not show mercy, and would not stop. He was like the strongest and most cautious predator, wanting to devour all the flesh and blood of his prey. He would not relax until his prey was completely dead. Cold-blooded, fatal, efficient, and powerful. He was like a king of the ice plains, elegantly and coldly tearing apart his prey.
Courrier's mind was in chaos. She had almost lost the strength to think. Through the transparent helmet, she watched the man punch her again and again. She felt the powerful texture of the Blazing Angel Armor when the terrifying surging power struck her. She felt the shock of the power that penetrated the armor and struck her body. She felt the fatal pleasure that surged from the depths of her body …
She did not know why it had become like this. She did not understand why her body had become so strange.
But she no longer had the time to think about such things.
Courrier was already in a daze, but she still knew what the pleasure that came from her soul and permeated her body was.
People who loved fighting and killing usually had strong physical desires. This was especially true for women like Courrier, who had once been a hunter and had been raised as a beast since she was young.
However, she had the heart of the strong and believed in the law of the jungle. She was also extremely proud and looked down on those weak and cowardly men. With the vastness of the Kingdom of Fire and the size of the Order of Fire, no man could gain her approval. No man could subdue her. Even if her desire was high after a battle, she would always take care of it herself because she could not stand those weak and pitiful idiots howling under her like lowly dogs.
The body and appearance that she was so proud of, the heart of an expert forged from thousands of bloody battles, the pride that she had accumulated through countless victories, did not allow her to submit to any weakling. Only an expert who could completely subdue her and defeat her would be able to obtain her acknowledgment and submission, and only then would they have the qualifications to control her body, her soul, and everything else!
However, during those lonely nights when she could only comfort herself, she would also fantasize about the dreams that only she knew about, just like any other girl. However, her fantasies were also different from those of ordinary people. She had no interest in those weak men. She had sketched out an image that made her restless and restless in her mind.
She couldn't help but fantasize that she had been completely defeated by a powerful man. All of her pride and self-respect had been trampled on the ground. The other party had defeated all of her resistance, pressed her desperately struggling to the ground, tore her clothes, and cruelly possessed her. With strength and courage that she couldn't resist, he was stronger than her, colder than her, crueler than her, making her unable to resist, making her unable to resist, making her unable to breathe, making her like those weak and helpless women, futilely struggling until her entire body was powerless. Then, all of her resistance became unbearable gasps for breath. From her body to her soul, she was completely defeated, completely taken over, and completely surrendered ….
Only this kind of masochistic fantasy could evoke the greatest pleasure in her. The more arrogant and strong she was, the more she could obtain the greatest pleasure from the fantasy of being cruelly ravaged. Now, all of her resistance had become futile. She could only watch helplessly as her cold opponent continuously bombarded her armor. She could not help but think, if he could shatter the Blazing Angel and capture me alive, how would he treat me?
This kind of thought, coupled with the pleasure that kept surging out of her body, coupled with the feeling of defeat from being completely defeated by her opponent's overwhelming strength, caused Courrier's eyes to gradually become blurred. She stared blankly at Sun Lang. For the first time, she felt the power of fear and felt the thoughts of the weak. She could no longer grasp the future. She did not know what would happen after she was captured. She did not even have the strength to commit suicide. She could no longer control her own fate.
Was this the feeling of the weak …?
Was this the feeling of being dominated …?
Was this the feeling of being defeated and conquered …?
This man … This man …
It was as if he was the last straw that broke the camel's back.
After the last punch, Courrier's blurred eyes suddenly widened. She forcefully raised her slender neck, tensed her limbs, and clenched her teeth. Suddenly, she let out a scream that almost shattered her soul. Her entire body trembled non-stop. She stared fixedly at Sun Lang. The strong mental impact caused her to let out an unprecedented sound of joy. Her brain could no longer bear the burden. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
Sun Lang's face had been firmly imprinted in her mind, leaving an indelible shadow in her heart.
At the same time, the Death Messenger Blazing Angel armor that had been stubbornly resisting also let out a mechanical sound of surrender. Amidst the mechanical sound of metal colliding, the armor opened layer by layer like petals, revealing the coveted spoils of war. That beautiful and enchanting body, that beautiful face, and a strange fragrance that made one's blood boil, that appearance that was at the mercy of anyone could almost turn any man into a wild beast that had lost control.
However, Sun Lang, who was worse than a beast, clearly had self-control that surpassed that of humans. He maintained the demeanor of an expert and nodded at the unconscious Courrier with the posture of a victor to show his approval. "Li Huo, you did your best."
Then, he looked around and saw that there was no one around. Then, he cast his gaze on the other party's full chest. At this moment, it was rising and falling with her breathing. The peaks were like gathering, and the waves were like angry waves.
Sun Lang nodded and said, "It's time to search and see if she's carrying any weapons of mass destruction …"
However, he had only taken a step when he saw a flash of a figure. Someone had directly flipped over the wall behind him. Zhang Yinluo covered his nose. The familiar smell of herring filled the surroundings. He saw Sun Lang standing in front of a Blazing Angel, his hands in the starting position of Dragon Claw. He did not know what he wanted to do.
Looking at all of this, Zhang Yinluo shouted, "What have you done?!"
Sun Lang pointed at the Blazing Angel that had already crashed, gave a thumbs up, and smiled proudly. "Shame on the enemy. I'll take off her clothes!"