The girl's face was filled with delightful, sympathetic smiles.
Bathed in blood and violence, her smile appeared composed, almost intoxicated.
As if she was a saint about to be martyred on the altar;
As if she was a group of fanatical believers, ready to throw themselves at the idol regardless of being shattered into pieces.
Fafnir was laughing lightly, straight and direct, like a beam of light splitting through the darkness, charging towards Li Lin.
Generally speaking, one would think this is either a desperate suicidal charge or an attempt to overwhelm the opponent with sheer momentum. The one enduring this death rush would either dispatch a dense volley of fire to intercept the enemy, or would not bear the immense psychological pressure, immediately turning to flee or breaking down mentally on the spot.
However, Li Lin was well aware that when humans put their lives on the line, something schemed looms behind them.
