Honkai, Survive

The Trailblazer's dash also stopped, as if under a paralyzing spell.

Although there was no baseball bat, that cool outfit—it was obvious who the person in the picture was.

She decided not to run anymore. She would stay, snatch it back from Fang Jie, and destroy it in this galaxy.

For Belobog, and for herself.

March 7th had already stopped, and now her eyes were wide open, her brain trembling.

The person in the other picture was quite handsome. This portrait was a masterpiece, a wanted poster, really.

The pink-haired girl in the picture smiled like a flower, lifelike, with a camera hanging around her neck. Her eyes gazed at you tenderly, or perhaps at some spot behind you, if watery eyes counted as tender.

Similarly, she was on all fours, mouth agape, tongue sticking out, her innate aura no less than the Trailblazer's.

This one was also in full color.

One could say the artistic skill was so high it was... horrifying.

The joyful emotion conveyed by the entire picture practically spilled off the paper. It was a hundred percent faithful to the original, but was it appropriate as a wanted poster?

March 7th decided to snatch it away and threaten everyone to forget this scene. Such a masterpiece could not be made public during her lifetime, nor after her death—at least not where she could see it.

The atmosphere was so heavy that Dan Heng felt inexplicably uneasy.

Also, he was worried, wouldn't there be one of him?

In short, they looked full of determination.

Dan Heng also had to stop. Even though he was just a step away from the Cleft, he looked at Fang Jie with a hint of… hesitation. Fang Jie only had two hands, and if there were other wanted posters…

Dan Heng wasn't sure if he wanted to see them or not.

Don't worry, there aren't any.

Some people have clear grievances and clear distinctions between right and wrong.

There were only these two wanted posters. No Fang Jie, no Dan Heng, and no Sleeping Beauty or floating object. Theoretically, Serval only had two people to catch…

Gepard didn't know why they stopped. Was there something strange about these wanted posters? Or were they planning to defeat everyone again?

Yes, they had that kind of power. Their choice to back down was merely a sign of their gentleness and kindness.

He felt he should stop all this. This was a meaningless conflict.

Serval didn't think so.

That woman, no, the Great Guardian's order was to expel the criminals. They had to keep pursuing them. Perhaps this didn't include Dan Heng, didn't include Fang Jie and the person in the room behind him.

But March 7th, the Trailblazer, and Gepard definitely wouldn't escape!

"Give up your resistance."

She took out her guitar, not to play, but lightning crackled, striking Gepard behind her, who looked unwilling and was trying to be an accomplice.

Never mind whether he resisted or not, I think he's an accomplice!

The fight was so intense that the Silvermane Guards didn't know who to deal with. They couldn't deal with anyone. March 7th and the Trailblazer rushed back again, leaving Dan Heng alone in front of the Cleft's encroaching area, in utter disarray.

It was a bit awkward.

March 7th wasn't awkward. She put her hands on her hips, her stance wide, her aura full: "Hey, hand it over!"

Trailblazer put her hands on her hips: "Hand it over!"

Their former comrades now pointed weapons at each other. Fang Jie quietly put away the wanted posters, his expression concerned: "Run, you guys, hurry and go. I'll hold them off, and we'll regroup later…"

"Shut up, that's not important. Do you want to keep these two… portraits! No, hand them over to me!"

March 7th could tell at a glance that Fang Jie had ill intentions. If Himeko or Uncle Yang found out, no, even Pom-Pom would laugh at them for a long time.

The Trailblazer continued to repeat: "Hand it over!"

"It's useless even if I hand it over. This thing can be copied. There are more than just these two."

Fang Jie refused to hand them over. This joke would haunt them for their entire lives.

Dan Heng chose silence, Gale striking down any Silvermane Guards who got in the way, keeping their escape route clear…

Why not just break into Clipper Fort and ask Cocolia why she went back on her word?

Compared to them, Serval's attack on Gepard was brutal. She shouldn't have been able to win, but Gepard was in a bad state, without his Barrier, and had been demoted, all of which had taken a toll on his mind and body…

Gepard fell, it wasn't an act.

"Hmph, you're still far from being able to fight me. I know what you're thinking and what you want to do, but you fool, your naive path has an end,"

Serval closed her eyes, then opened them again. She raised her guitar, crackling with lightning—

"In the name of Landau, prepare yourself!"

Her aura was like that of an executioner's block.

She brought it down fiercely, not acting.

It had to be Dan Heng. Although he didn't understand exactly what had happened, he flashed forward, dragging Gepard back to avoid the blow: "Don't waste time, we need to leave."

"None of you are leaving."

Serval's momentum was high, disregarding the losses of the Silvermane Guards. The objective had to be achieved, for—

"For Belobog! Guards, follow me!"

March 7th couldn't keep up the entanglement any longer. She shot a resentful glance at the pocket where Fang Jie had put away the portrait, resolving to deal with it later when he was asleep.

She extended her beautiful girl's hand, for the beautiful girl crawling on the ground in the other person's hand, uh, portrait?

Damn it, you can't let beautiful girls crawl on the ground, girl, understand, girl!

She shouted:

"Let's go, let's run together!"

What a warm invitation, not at all like it harbored ill intentions.

"You guys go ahead, I'll catch up."

Fang Jie's smile was brilliant, as cheerful as sunshine, a righteous refusal to travel together:

"I still have companions to look after."

"Ah, we can wait for you…"

"March 7th, you don't think you'll be fine just because you've entered the Cleft, do you? Look at them, severing ties with family and friends, friends breaking bonds with friends. As long as you're still in Belobog, the pursuit won't stop." Fang Jie offered the best choice directly: "Run, head to the Underworld, that's where the Silvermane Guards' strength is weakest."

From all directions, the sound of more Silvermane Guards' boots echoed.

Dan Heng glanced over thoughtfully, questioning why Fang Jie didn't just make them 'turn into empty air'.

Fang Jie shook his head at him, 'This is Belobog, after all. Using that kind of power, which I still can't control well, in residential areas… you guys from the Astral Express's small team asking me to do that is a bit too much Trailblazing.'

"…"

Dan Heng understood. Although he felt it was an excuse, he had no words to retort.

"Hurry."

He dragged Gepard along and they both fled into the Cleft. He could still act as a guide, to go to that so-called Underworld.

March 7th and Stelle followed, still reluctant to part: "You have to come! You really must!"

Her voice was filled with concern and worry, lingering for three days and never fading, the emotion too deep.

Even a Stellaron Spirit couldn't replicate it.

They just ran off.

Serval quickly organized the Guards to pursue, not hesitating to break into the Cleft.

As for Fang Jie, who was left behind… Serval glanced at him, then turned and left, having made some kind of decision.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Only Study, No Play.

To escape the pursuit, the Astral Express's small team had abducted Gepard and charged into the Cleft.

How could this be?

March 7th couldn't explain it either, because her persona was simply that of a pure and cute beautiful girl.

"Damn it, I feel like something's wrong somewhere!"

March 7th felt like she had been wronged. She looked around, and there were no pursuers nearby, for now.

And the hero who allowed them to successfully escape the relentless pursuit—

"Um, Gepard, are you alright?"

"I'm fine."

Gepard, who looked like a young man with blond hair, spoke in a dejected tone. In fact, he was like a middle-aged man who had lost his job after a struggle for succession. Serval had regained her position and was still hunting him.

March 7th didn't know what to say either: "Ahaha, thank you for guiding us all this way, you kept us from being caught, and we avoided all the encirclements, you're so amazing."

"It's nothing. Even if we're affected by the Cleft's erosion, this is still a part of Belobog, our former homeland. The Guards know this place like the back of their hands."

Gepard, the former Garrison Officer and former Guard, was even more dejected.

"March."

Dan Heng couldn't help but put his hand to his forehead. You really didn't have to force a conversation with him.

March 7th waved her little hands. This wasn't innocent and cute little March's fault either: "Ah, Dan Heng, I'm just worried."

"Thank you, I'm really fine. Let's go, the exit from this Cleft is this way, but if you're trying to go to the Underworld, I don't have any information about that place."

Gepard's expression didn't change much, even after suffering a more brutal blow than the previous mixed-gender group kick.

March 7th felt too awkward to say anything. She glanced at Dan Heng, who looked even more helpless.

'You know what I mean, right?'

'I don't.'

However, they quickly reached a consensus. The priority was to get out of the Cleft. How to get to the Underworld could be discussed after they left this dangerous place.

Wait, where's the Stellaron Spirit?

Suddenly realizing the problem, Dan Heng and March 7th immediately began searching all around—

"Wait, A Xing, what are you doing?!"

March 7th let out a sharp cry, but how could Trailblaze's star easily stop? She aimed at a snowdrift within the Cleft, assumed a charging stance, and then kicked it with all her might.

"Aiyeee—! Yooo—!!"

What a magnificent, melodious, and poignant scream.

A certain swagger mixed with familiarity, and familiarity with that swagger.

Not many people in Belobog could scream like that.

"Sampo!"

March 7th immediately forgot about the Stellaron Spirit's actions. Well done!

Sampo choked back tears, "Aow~, come on man, it really wasn't necessary. I was just hiding in the snow, it's not like I did anything major. I let it slide when you guys poked me with your spear tips before, old Sampo never holds a grudge, but this is a bit too much, isn't it? My butt... it hurts, it hurts so much!"

It was a very painful kick. Heaven knows how Trailblaze managed to unleash such a kick, likely a combination of both Trailblaze and Destruction's power and mastery. It hurt.

Sampo bared his teeth in pain, while Star looked smug.

"I knew something felt off. It was you all along. Take this—"

The little raccoon's bat, the bat that asked if you've eaten.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, wait, wait, good sirs, all you heroes, spare me! Commander Gepard, you can't just stand there and watch. I demand the treatment a citizen deserves..."

Gepard's expression was cold, "I am no longer a Silvermane Guard."

"Huh, is that so? You should have said so earlier. You're breaking the law too, then we're all on the same side... Stop, stop hitting me. Old Sampo is here to help his own people. We're friends, friends!"

"Get lost! I'll give you two punches right now. Why weren't we friends when you betrayed us before?"

March 7th joined the kicking, making Sampo twist and turn even more abstractly.