The Dark King

Chapter 550: Protect

Translator: bingeants Editor: bingeants

"Is she hurt?" Dean was shocked.

Without hesitation, Dean flew down straight to Haisha.

Haisha was walking along the street while gasping for breath, with one hand against the wall to steady herself. She just wanted to leave here as soon as possible to find a suitable hiding place. However, she felt that her physical strength was drained away every time she took a step, and her whole body was so weak that she could hardly catch her breath. Her heart seemed to have a thought that kept persuading her to just lie down and rest, it would be much more comfortable...

But she knew that if she fainted here, she would probably become food for passing monsters or Zombies 1 .

Whoosh!

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the wind blowing from the top of her head. She looked up and saw a fast-approaching shadow. She was surprised and immediately prepared to fight, but stopped when she saw the face of this shadow, Dean.

The next moment, Dean descended from the sky and landed in front of her. He approached a few steps and said, "Are you okay?"

Haisha saw Dean's face full of concern, and her heart was relieved. She weakly said, "I'm fine."

Dean looked at her worn out appearance and was secretly surprised. He did not expect that with her strength, she could end up like this in this Orange Wasteland. He asked, "Have you found the Legendary Hunter?"

"Yeah." Haisha nodded gently and continued walking with one hand against the wall for support.

Dean looked at the direction she came from, and his face changed slightly. He did not expect the Legendary Hunter to be so strong that even Haisha could not resist. He could not help but ask, "Is it chasing you?"

"No," Haisha shook her head difficultly and said weakly, "it's dead."

"Dead?" Dean was stunned, then stared at Haisha and said, "Did you kill it?"

"Uhm," Haisha grunted softly. Her steps suddenly became weaker, and her body swayed slightly and almost fell down.

Dean watched as she clenched her teeth and insisted on walking. He quickly said, "Your injury is too heavy. Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"No need." Haisha shook her head slightly. She took a deep breath, slowly retracted her hand from the wall, and walked forward step by step. It looked like she had recovered a little, but her steps were extremely heavy, and her calves were trembling, trying hard to maintain balance.

Dean did not think she would be so stubborn, but he immediately thought that she might not want to expose her weak side in front of him. Although they were acquaintances, they were not very familiar with each other. After all, they met when they were still children, and later met again twice, their exchange was not deep. At this moment at her weakest state, even walking was difficult, so she had no ability to defend herself. It was inevitable if she was on guard.

At the thought of this, Dean sighed and flew away.

Haisha saw Dean flying away, and there was a trace of loss in her eyes, but it quickly faded away. Clenching her teeth, she continued to move forward.

Whoosh!

Suddenly, the wind blew again.

Haisha was startled and looked up. Unexpectedly, Dean came back.

"I'll take you to a hidden place where you can heal."

Without further ado, Dean grabbed her wrist and held her body in his arms, then fluttered his wings and flew away. He looked at the street as he left and memorized this place's location. The four eggs that he had brought before were hidden in a building in this street. He would then come back and take it after Haisha was safe.

Haisha was shocked when her wrist was grabbed by Dean. She had never been touched so intimately by others since she became a Saint, let alone by a man who had no blood relationship with her. When she tried to resist, she found that she could not exert any strength, and the next moment she was picked up by Dean and flew high.

She looked at Dean, and her heart felt relieved as she saw that he was not malicious. She felt tired, and her vision was getting blurry. She saw the black radiation clouds seemed to be very close to them, and a thought suddenly appeared in her mind. "Will the clouds in Heaven be black, too?"

Whoosh!

Dean swiftly scanned over a dozen or more streets, then glided down quickly from the sky and stopped in front of a subway station. He saw that the road above the subway station had collapsed completely, revealing the subway platform and two subways on the tracks. The middle part of one of the subways was buried by the collapsed road, and the other subway, lying dormant in the dark like a black snake, was covered with moss and rust.

There were many skeletons on the ground outside the subway station, most of which were human skeletons.

Dean looked at this scene and could easily imagine the tragic bloodbath that had happened before the catastrophe. He jumped down with Haisha and entered the subway from a broken window. There were skeletons and rotten corpses on the seats on both sides of the subway. The gray-skinned rotten corpses were lying quietly, completely different from the surrounding skeletons that had their flesh faded away already.

Obviously, these rotten corpses were sleeping Zombies.

Dean's entry suddenly shocked these Zombies. Their mouth slightly moved, and their body slowly recovered, sitting up slowly.

Dean ignored them and walked to one of the seats. He kicked the skeleton from the seat it smashed to pieces on the ground, then he laid Haisha gently on the seat. At this time, the Zombies had completely woken up and sat straight stiffly like a ghost. Their eyes were glittering with green light and ferociously looked at Dean. They quietly stood up, lifted their sharp claws, and pounced toward Dean.

"Let me borrow this for a while." Dean saw the dagger on Haisha's leggings, and not waiting for her to answer, pulled it out quickly. He turned around in a flash, and then turned to Haisha again, inserting the dagger back into her leggings, saying, "Done."

Thud. Thud. Thud.

There were thudding sounds after the word fell from Dean's lips. The Zombies that were pouncing toward Dean had their head slid down from their neck and fell to the ground. Without control, their bodies were out of balance and soon fell. There was no blood sputtering out as the blood at the wound seemed to be frozen.

Haisha looked up at Dean, and her lips moved slightly, whispering, "Thank you."

Dean smiled. "You have saved me so many times, so you must give me a chance to repay you."

"I saved you was only a little effort," Haisha said with a weak voice. She felt that her vision was getting blurrier as she was seeing multiple images. She knew that she could not hold it any longer. She said weakly, "I want to sleep. Help guarding me and don't let anyone know where I am."

Dean nodded. "I will protect you."