A Martial Saint in Two Years—and You Say It Was All Hard Work?
Chapter 403

Save me, save me!

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The core of the ruins towered majestically amid drifting clouds and mist, as though it had been built above the clouds.

Atop the towering city wall, an orange cat the size of a calf stared hopelessly at the Crimson Battle Armor before it. "Is he coming or not, meow?! It's been ages, meow!"

The Crimson Battle Armor was immense. Its mountain-like body exuded endless decay and rot; only the two tufts of scarlet flame burning within its black-hole-like eye sockets gave off a faint trace of life.

"He'll come." Even the Crimson Battle Armor sounded somewhat uncertain.

Hearing this, the orange cat's fur instantly bristled. It arched its back and said, "Meowing hell! You've said that ten thousand times, meow! But where is he?!"

The Crimson Battle Armor merely repeated, "He'll come..."

The orange cat was exasperated. "You meowing bastard! Didn't you say you'd already summoned him through the Greedy Wolf Token?! It's been half a month now. Is the Greedy Wolf Token broken, meow?!"

The Crimson Battle Armor shook his head. "The Greedy Wolf Token won't break. I can sense its condition."

The orange cat grew angry and hissed. "Then why isn't he here yet? The ruins are awakening more and more. If he doesn't come soon, it'll be too late, meow!"

The Crimson Battle Armor was equally helpless. In a muffled voice, he said, "There really is nothing wrong with the Greedy Wolf Token, but I'm beginning to suspect that perhaps he isn't affected by it..."

Hearing this, the orange cat rolled its eyes like a human, then hopped down from the battlement with a look of utter despair. It turned, set both forepaws against the city wall, and began sharpening its claws, stroke after stroke.

As it sharpened its claws, it said dejectedly, "I told you your

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