The Northern Battlefield

Wukong lay on the ground, the Dolan stick in his hand fell aside, and his abdomen suffered severe trauma like before. ♤💚 ➅➈ 🍟🎅

I quickly helped him up, but I couldn't sense any life. He had stopped breathing, his body was stiff, and he had become cold from being soaked in the rain.

Wukong accepted Vastaya's Xerath Vastaya Xayah's Vajra Body, so did he really die? I can't believe it!

In my grief, a rough, hoarse voice echoed in my mind:

"Northern Harbinger, this Vastaya is still alive, but I've concealed him with the Power of Death. He'll awaken soon once I leave his body."

Are you Kindred?

"Insolent brat, even though this is our first meeting, you should still address me as Lord God of Death!"

"Yes, Lord God of Death! Thank you for saving Wukong!"

"Then I'll leave it to you. I have very little strength left. Let's see if I can still save the others."

After speaking, Kindred slowly emerged from Wukong's body. This was a part of the Wolf Spirit, representing the severe punishment of those who were about to die.

As he said, Wukong woke up quickly, but he was very weak and could barely move freely.

"Master Yasuo? Did you save me?"

"It was Kindred who saved you. Find a place to hide and recover from your injuries first. I'll go check on the others."

"I'm fine, Master Yasuo. I'll walk around with you nearby; if we run into any friends, I can help look after them!"

"Okay, I'm glad you're alright."

Wukong and I patrolled the battlefield together, and we found several Vastaya corpses nearby. They were creatures from a long time ago, and now they were dying and rotting very quickly.

Besides the enemy, many of my men also died, including many masters from various sects, such as Yuan Feng.

Their corpses lay scattered among the Vastaya, a testament to the intensity of the battle.

As I walked, I found Syndra lying on the ground. She was even more powerful Qilisi, so she hadn't transformed into her Vastaya form.

Her body was intact and not badly damaged, except for a few small holes in her heart and forehead, which were probably shot through by Kindred.

The crown beside her had shattered into two pieces, signifying that Qilisi had also perished.

Immediately afterward, I found Irelia near Syndra, lying in a crater created by the battle, her condition unknown.

I rushed over and helped her up, and was overjoyed to find that she was still breathing!

Finding a survivor amidst a pile of corpses is the most exhilarating thing. I immediately summoned a gentle breeze to protect her from the continued drenching of the cold raindrops.

Just then, a gentle female voice entered my mind. "You've arrived, Yasuo. I used Kindred's Breath to protect her life. Quickly find her a place to shelter from the rain."

This is part of Kindred 'Kindred, symbolizing a gentle death.

"Thank you, Lord God of Death, I'll find a place right away."

"Okay, then I'll go check on those who still can't be saved."

Kindred's Kindred and Wolf Spirit have completely different personalities, but at this moment they are both trying their best to save people. As gods who bring death, they want people to live even more at this moment.

Wukong couldn't hear our conversation and was very worried when he saw Irelia lying unconscious. "How is she, Master Yasuo?"

"She's alright. She was protected by Kindred just like you. She should wake up soon. Take her to find somewhere to shelter from the rain, but remember not to let the enemy find her."

"I want to keep searching with you, to see if we can meet my master."

"Then you hide here for now. If I encounter Master Yi, I'll bring him here to find you!"

I know Wukong is very worried about Sword Saint, but they are both seriously injured right now, so it's best if they don't wander around.

Although Wukong was reluctant, he still listened to me and hid under a broken tree, while I continued searching the battlefield.

When the battle first started, the Sword Saint and Riven hadn't gone too far, so I turned around and searched in the other direction. Along the way, apart from the corpses of Vastaya and masters from various sects, I didn't find any trace of anyone else.

A while later, Kindred's Kindred sent me another message: she had discovered the Sword Saint!

I immediately followed her instructions and soon found the Sword Saint lying on the ground, with multiple wounds, especially his throat, which had been cut off.

Based on the shape of the wound and the residual Wind Element Strength nearby, it's easy to determine that Riven was the one who did it!

Is there any hope for him, God of Death?

"He's already dead," the Wolf Spirit replied.

"There's still a chance to try!" Kindred added.

"Are you really going to save him, sheep?"

"Yes, wolf."

"Okay, then let me do it!"

"No, we'll do it together."

After exchanging a few words, the Wolf Spirit and the Kindred burrowed into the Sword Saint's body together. Subsequently, the countless wounds all over his body began to heal, and his throat also slowly began to heal.

Soon, both of Kindred's spirits separated, their auras extremely weak. "He should be able to survive. You wait here for a while."

Are you going to rescue people elsewhere?

"We can't save anyone else. Killing Syndra almost exhausted all our strength. Saving three people is the limit now."

"Okay, then please get some rest. I'll go take a look around elsewhere."

"No need to rest, we'll be gone soon, this war depends on you."

What?! You... are going to disappear?!

"There's nothing surprising about it. Death is the ultimate fate of God of Death, and now it's time for us to take our own lives..."

The Kindred almost fell silent at the end, slowly fading into nothingness like Janna, until they disappeared completely.

Gods are always proud and unwilling to associate with mortal humans, Kindred is no exception. However, in the face of great danger, they are still willing to sacrifice themselves to save humanity.

Compared to words like "great" and "touching," I think this is more about upholding one's beliefs.

I also want to become such a god, not for humanity, but for my own beliefs!

I carried the Sword Saint on my back to find Wukong, but he woke up halfway there. "Yasuo, are you dead too?"

"No, we're all still alive. It was Kindred saved you."

"Did God of Death save me?"

"Yes, he also saved Wukong and Irelia. Now I'll take you to find them."

"Put me down, I can walk by myself."

I straightened up to let the Sword Saint go down, but his legs were weak and he almost lost his balance and fell down.

"Let me carry you back; your injuries are too severe."

"Thank you for your help!"

We soon arrived at the big tree where Wukong was hiding. At this time, Irelia also woke up, but like the Sword Saint, she was unable to move and could only hide here for the time being.

It was almost dawn. I had surveyed almost the entire northern battlefield, and the battle ended with Kindred's death, Sword Saint and the others being seriously injured, and Aatrox and I being resurrected.

However, there's still no news about one person: Riven.