The End Times as a Song

Chapter 628: Locked Together

Although he is only 20 years old, he has already made a name for himself in the Special Forces Team. He has a striking height of 1.8 meters, which makes him stand out in a crowd.

His racial identity is quite unique—a product of enhanced human genes, possessing characteristics of both humans and merfolk. This unique genetic fusion endowed him with extraordinary abilities and an extraordinary temperament.

As a skilled warrior, he wielded a greatsword adorned with blue pearls, its blade gleaming with a mysterious and captivating light. This greatsword was not only his most powerful weapon in battle but also a symbol of his strength and glory.

His skill, "Sword Dance," is unparalleled. Whenever he wields his greatsword, his movements are as agile as a swallow, fluid and graceful, as if a magnificent dance feast is unfolding. Each swing of the blade is accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, drawing everyone's attention.

Looking at his appearance, his vibrant red hair shone like a burning flame, while his neat bangs added a touch of playfulness and cuteness. He had carefully braided his hair into two large braids that cascaded over his shoulders, swaying gently with his movements, full of lively beauty. His large red eyes were like two dazzling gems, bright and spirited. The shallow scar at the corner of his eye did not detract from his beauty; instead, it added a touch of mature charm, suggesting he had experienced many hardships. Furthermore, he wore a pair of unique blue fish-man earrings, which shimmered with a faint blue light in the sunlight, perfectly complementing his overall image and highlighting his distinguished background.

She wore a sexy and alluring purple strapless top that clung tightly to her slender waist, highlighting her graceful curves; paired with black super-short hot pants, it revealed her long, straight, and snow-white legs. Even more striking was her figure, which was undeniably curvaceous and incredibly attractive. On her back, two gleaming silver longswords were slung across her shoulder, adding a touch of heroic spirit and mystery to her appearance.

"Stop! Number Seven, this is not a place you can just trespass on. Get back here right now!" Her expression instantly turned serious, her brows furrowed, and her tone was solemn and authoritative as she roared at Yunlu, who was not far away.

Surprisingly, the usually unruly Yunlu obediently followed orders this time. She stopped abruptly, as if frozen in place, staring intently at Yan Hong before her, her eyes revealing an indescribable determination, but showing no intention of turning away.

"Not retreating? What does this mean?" Upon seeing this, Yan Hong's already grave expression became even more tense, as if facing a formidable enemy, and a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes. Knowing Yunlu's personality as she did before, she knew this stubborn woman would never so easily obey her commands. Moreover, the two of them had always been at odds, practically irreconcilable enemies.

Faced with Yunlu's unpredictable actions, Yan Hong's anxiety grew stronger. Suddenly, a sharp killing intent erupted from Yan Hong's eyes, seemingly capable of piercing one's soul. Clearly, she intended to use this terrifying aura to force Yunlu to back down.

The woman's gaze was piercing, fixed on Yunlu. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she warned again in a stern voice, "Yunlu, did you hear me? I order you to get out of here immediately and return to your Research Institute No. 7!"