Who says the Magic Cyber ​​Police can't overthrow the Heavenly Gang?

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"I have been here for a long time. Sometimes I can spend a month in the white moon by floating on hollow stones, and sometimes I can only struggle and flap my wings in the boundless torrent."

"I have seen many people pass through this area, and I have followed some of them in their attempts to climb Mount Sankturai. Among them are both aliens and humans, but perhaps due to bad luck, they all failed."

"Later, I finally figured it out. The alien species are born with special physical structures, while humans can use soul bones and their own will to stimulate soul power. Each of them has its own advantages and disadvantages, and the bone spirits, their pilots, are the manipulators who balance these advantages and disadvantages..."

"However, to truly reach the summit, perhaps all of these factors are indispensable, so I suspect that the Bone Control Competition should not just be a competition..."

The birdman folded his wings and landed lightly at the end of the ravine. Looking at the mountain shadows, he remained silent for a moment, then whispered:

"It should be a journey of mutual cooperation."

……

Although the birdman said that, it knew in its heart that only one person could break through to the Star Sea in the end during the Bone Control Competition, which naturally became the reason for the dispute.

It didn't bring up the topic again, but instead changed the subject, telling you about the crisis that exists on this plain.

[First, there are the strange birds in this rift valley. They are extremely sensitive to sound, and their main attack method is to locate targets by sound. The birdman remembers seeing people being snatched by these strange birds at least ten times, and then being taken away to be eaten.]

[But even more important is another monster that occasionally appears on the plains—the Bone-Demon Wolf!]

The birdman coughed twice and said that he had actually given himself this nickname because the passersby never took the danger of the dire wolf to heart when he described it to them, so he came up with a name that sounded very imposing.

The Demonic Bone Wolf roams this vast plain. Whenever it appears, a thick fog rises from the plain, making it impossible to discern directions, leaving people running for their lives only to be met with the wolf's howls.

The birdman had never actually seen the Bone-Demon Wolf; he only heard descriptions of it while rescuing a mutilated skeleton affected by the wolf.

According to the skeleton it rescued, the demonic wolf's body was hidden in the thick fog, and the faint sound of tremors was of indistinct origin; it seemed to be the wolf's footsteps, dull and terrifying.

[In the fog, thick as a white moon, the skeleton could only frantically dart about like a headless fly, not knowing where to hide, until... his vision was covered by a huge, grayish-white mass.]

After being rescued by the birdman, the skeleton took a long time to regain his senses. He struggled to recall what he had seen before losing consciousness, finally confirming that the large, grayish-white object he had seen before losing his mind might have been a claw… no, it might have just been a fingernail.

In other words, the skeleton was merely grazed by the wolf's claws as it passed by, and it was sent flying an unknown distance, its entire skeleton scattered across the ground.

Hearing this exaggerated description, you can't help but feel a little nervous. But thankfully, you have the invincible safety word at your fingertips, so even if you're accidentally knocked away, you'll still be safe.

The description of the demonic wolf didn't seem to worry you too much. After all, the skeleton wasn't truly hostile to the demonic wolf. If a single claw of the demonic wolf were larger than the entire skeleton, it probably wouldn't care about such a tiny creature.

You thanked the birdman for his advice, then bid him farewell and set off on your journey.

The danger of the rift has been proven. Although you suspect that the strange bird's hunting method of locating prey by sound should be countered by Haiyue'er's song, the risk of attempting it is too high. You choose to detour, only leaping over the rift at necessary intersections.

This journey continued for some time until the sun rose over the cliffs behind you, at which point you stopped.

In the distance, a thick fog has already obscured half of the mountain's silhouette. Judging by the speed at which the fog is moving, if you run in a straight line towards the mountain's silhouette, you might run right into the fog.

The dense fog covers such a vast area that you can't see its boundaries, making it impossible to predict how long it will take to drift across the area.

You hesitated for a moment, deciding to run straight ahead first, and if you encountered the dense fog, you would detour.

Just as you were about to take a step forward, a sharp howl suddenly echoed across the plain, like the cawing of tens of thousands of crows, causing you to involuntarily turn around and look back at the path you had come from.

Countless strange birds circled in the air, like vultures ready to devour their prey, their dark mass filling the entire sky. The heavy, ominous atmosphere sent a chill down your spine, but thankfully, you had already bypassed the ravines you had come from.

However, as you watched, your pupils suddenly contracted. Within the dark, dense encirclement of the strange birds, a grayish-white bird-man was struggling to fly. On its back, it seemed to carry a mutilated skull, and a phantom bone spirit was anxiously using its soul power to drive away the strange birds surrounding them.

"This...is that the birdman from back then?!" Your heart skipped a beat. Although some time had passed since you parted, the birdman's act of risking his life to warn you still deeply moved you. What if it had encountered danger...?

You glanced back at the thick fog that was still drifting towards your intended route. If you were to unleash your full sprint now, you might be able to cross that area before the fog completely obscured the path.

Without hesitation, you summoned Haiyue'er and Lanling, then leaped into the air and raced towards the place where dark clouds loomed, threatening to crush the city.

[You've heard far too many arguments about right and wrong, success and failure! Along your journey across the Bone Spirit Realm, you've also learned about the spirit of humanity!]

Chapter 260: Traveling with them towards Sankturui Mountain

Sometimes you might wonder, why do people continue to fight even after they've died? Can't death erase everything?

[However, you immediately recall that Seren once said that in this world after death, anyone who still has a physical body will prioritize enjoying the pleasures of the spirit, regardless of whether their purpose is to enjoy life or something else. In short, death cannot erase the essence of the universe...]

[If you think about it again, this makes sense. Putting aside whether death can erase the starry sky, there were even those who created a starry sky from death in their past lives... Sigh, didn't someone like you develop some strange quirks when their beliefs were tested while playing the Girl's Dungeon...?]

[As the monstrous bird's cry grew closer, you pulled yourself together from your chaotic thoughts and looked at the bird-man in the sky, who was struggling to dodge. A hint of confusion crossed your mind, and you instantly unleashed the power of the spirit maidens.]

As you predicted, Haiyue'er's chanting directly disrupted the strange birds' senses. With her soul power fully unleashed in her song, the birds panicked and released the birdman from their encirclement.

The bird-man was almost delirious; it didn't even realize it had escaped the strange birds' encirclement. Still unconsciously thrashing its body, it flew unsteadily for a short distance before collapsing to the ground.

You rushed forward, and after Bluebell fired an arrow that repelled several strange birds, you finally reached the birdman. Without thinking, you hoisted it and its mangled skeleton onto your back and ran towards an open area away from the rift.

……

Snapped!

After running for a while, Latis finally shook off the strange bird behind him, stopped, and put the birdman and the mutilated skeleton on the ground.

"...They don't seem to be in good condition."

Haiyue'er swayed her fishtail, circled around once, and returned to Latis's side, her brows furrowed as she said:

"Both of them suffered severe injuries, and with such significant physical depletion in a short period of time, they may both fall into a state of 'death' before the next White Moon arrives..."

"Hiss... Is there any hope?"

Upon hearing this, Latis was startled and grabbed Haiyue'er's small hand, asking in a low voice.

If the birdman were to die, it would be unable to escape the onslaught of the white moon. When the next lull arrives, it might become a mindless walking corpse, something Latis could not bear to see.

Haiyue'er grasped Latis's large hands with both of hers, pondered for a moment, then shook her head helplessly and said:

"I can only try to temporarily awaken them; the damage caused by the loss of their bodies is irreparable..."

"..."

Latis sighed, released his grip, ruffled Haiyue's hair, and said:

"Then I'll have to give it a try."

"Mmm!" Haiyue nodded vigorously, floated to the birdman and skeleton, took a deep breath, and began to chant softly.

The mermaid's language, accompanied by a low melody, seemed to be calling upon a sleeping will, as if searching for the withered bones buried in the mud and sand of the dark, sunless seabed.

Latis watched Haiyue sing with her hands clasped around her heart. After two minutes, he finally sensed that the birdman's body seemed to have moved a little, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that Bluebell, who was on guard, was also standing solemnly in the air, watching the people in the arena. Latis thought for a moment, then slowly walked over.

"Captain."

As Latis approached, Bluebell gave him a gentle smile and greeted him in her deep, soft voice.

“Bluebell.” Latis nodded, walked to her side, and looking at her still somewhat immature face, he momentarily forgot what he was supposed to say.

Fortunately, Bluebell wouldn't show any confused or awkward expression, or rather, Bluebell could stand next to Latis for a hundred years without feeling awkward at all.

She always stood quietly not far away, her deep blue hair swaying slightly in the wind, and in her eyes, which were as clear as a mirror, she always reflected her current team members and her captain.

Latis scratched his head, followed her gaze to the still-singing Sea Moon, thought for a moment, and asked in a low voice:

"Bluebell, I feel like I haven't really gotten to know you properly yet. What are you thinking about right now?"

Bluebell's pupils flickered slightly, as if the area representing Latis within them had increased slightly. She subconsciously touched her bowstring and said:

"Captain, I'm thinking, if we were to encounter such an attack, how should I protect you?"

"Don't worry, we won't go into such a dangerous situation."

Latis shook his head helplessly. He possessed an invincible safety spell and was incredibly fast. Even if he couldn't win, he could easily escape from an attack.

Bluebell tilted her head, her clear eyes gradually filling with Latis's figure. She stared at Latis, the arrow twirling habitually between her fingers, then gave a light smile and whispered:

"I remember."

Latis scratched his head, unsure what Bluebell had memorized. Looking at her youthful face, he instinctively reached out to ruffle her hair. However, he stopped abruptly as soon as his hand touched her head, giving an awkward laugh.

"Oh no, I instinctively reached out to touch my sister's head. I haven't done anything intimate with Lanling yet, this is so awkward..."

He let out a wail in his mind, chuckled dryly, and was about to withdraw his hand to explain his actions when he saw Lanling slightly raise her head and look at his hand.

The light in her eyes flickered slightly, she pursed her lips, and suddenly floated upwards a short distance, precisely slamming her head into Latis's hand.

"Eh?"

Radist paused for a moment, the slight tapping sensation in his palm making him instinctively clench his fist and rub Bluebell's head. He immediately realized his unintentional movement might have been a little too forceful, and worried about hurting Bluebell, he quickly withdrew his hand and asked:

"Hiss... Bluebell, is your head alright?"

The somewhat ambiguous words made Lanling's lips unconsciously curl up. She shook her head, looked up at Latis, hung the longbow on her lower back, and then reached out and grabbed Latis's arm.

"Captain, is this meant as encouragement?"

She guided Latis's hand back to her head and said in a gentle but slightly dazed tone:

"I saw you encouraging Haiyue'er and Miss Sai Leng... Could you please encourage me too?"

"That's not... never mind, you can say it this way too."

It took Latis a while to react. He nodded helplessly and stroked her head.

Lanling's head felt a little frizzy to the touch. Even though it was a phantom body filled with soul power, it would produce different textures depending on the appearance it made. The frizzy feeling came from her messy, curly short hair, and the texture came from the tips of her hair.

"Even so, the semi-physical touch of the soul form actually made my palms a little itchy... Speaking of which, Lanling looks quiet and reserved, like a young lady, but her combat power is very high, and her hair isn't exactly tidy either..."

Latis thought to himself, then lowered his head and met Bluebell's gaze.

A serene smile graced her face, her head swaying slightly in the direction of Latis's caresses, as if she thoroughly enjoyed the sensation of her head being vigorously massaged by Latis's large hands.

Latis's short, dark blue hair bounced like jellyfish as he rubbed it. Latis glanced at the ahoge that had unexpectedly stuck up under his touch and couldn't help but laugh.

If it were Haiyue'er's head that was being rubbed, she would probably rub against Latis's hand like a little animal, and then affectionately stroke his body with her soul form. If it were Saileng's head, she would probably stare at Latis with a strange smile until she finished rubbing it, and then sit back on his shoulder or hug his arm.

Lanling, it seemed, could express her inner feelings simply by looking at his face with eyes full of trust.

What were her emotions? Latis looked at the occasional glint in her eyes, but couldn't figure it out.

She's not slow-witted or naive; she just doesn't like to talk...

As Latis thought this, Bluebell, who was staring at him, suddenly blinked. Latis was startled and stopped what he was doing.

"Thank you, I'll remember that feeling too."

Bluebell reached out her hands with remarkable composure, guiding Latis's arm back to his side. She seemed to be thinking about something, then looked down at her own hands, her eyes lit up, and she floated up.

"What's wrong……"

Before Latis could finish speaking, Bluebell had already stretched out her hands and placed them on his head.