Chapter 224 : Chapter 224 He didn't have that much power.
Isabella disengaged the safety of her handgun and turned the muzzle toward Herta, her voice thick with hatred.
"Herta! The reason Azure Star became like this, and why we became like this, is all because of your great-grandfather!"
"Now that we're surrounded by the horde, only human flesh can draw them away."
"Don't say I'm not giving you a way out. As long as you take the initiative to go downstairs tomorrow to lure the horde away, I won't kill you. Whether you live or die will depend on your own luck."
Herta remained expressionless and silent.
Seeing no reaction, Isabella slowly stepped forward, closing in.
Qi Zhimu's cold voice immediately rang out: "Take one more step toward her without permission, and I will kill you."
The three of them acted as if they had heard a massive joke.
Sensing an unwillingness to negotiate from his tone and fearing that delay would lead to complications, Isabella didn't bother with more nonsense and pulled the trigger on Herta.
The moment he captured the killing intent, Qi Zhimu's expression darkened completely, and he shielded Herta without hesitation.
The bullet struck his shoulder blade directly, yet he didn't make a sound.
"You're Herta's spaceship pilot, right? Why go to such lengths for her?"
"Do you really think I don't understand disorder?" Qi Zhimu said coldly.
"Then you'll just have to die!"
As soon as she said this, Isabella's expression changed drastically, and she quickly emptied the magazine.
Before she could fire, Qi Zhimu turned and pulled Herta into his embrace, bowing his head and exposing his back to the line of fire.
Six bullets. Five sank into his body, and blood gushed out.
After finishing the magazine and seeing that Qi Zhimu had stopped moving, Isabella observed for a moment and let out a cold laugh.
She took the firearm from the Round-faced Man's hand and walked toward Qi Zhimu.
After taking so many bullets, even a man of iron wouldn't survive. Next, she just had to kill Herta.
However, Isabella never expected—
The moment she entered a three-meter radius of Qi Zhimu, a short blade pierced her throat.
The gun was also snatched away. Two shots rang out, accurately hitting the foreheads of the Round-faced Man and the Skinny Tall Man.
Bang!
Another shot, and Isabella also became one of those with their heads blown open.
Inside the room, three more corpses lay with their eyes wide open in death.
"Brother Zhimu...!"
Seeing the bleeding holes on Qi Zhimu's back as he faced away from her, how could Herta stay calm?
He already had old injuries, and now, to protect her, he had been shot multiple times.
"I'm fine. Go open all the windows in the room and turn on the air conditioner's ventilation at the same time, quickly!"
Medical nitrogen is non-toxic, but it can cause loss of consciousness and oxygen deprivation. It must be vented as soon as possible.
"But... hold on!"
Herta nearly lost her composure, but out of trust in Qi Zhimu, her rationality urged her to do as told.
She didn't know medicine, and while Qi Zhimu did, he was in no position to save himself.
Only if the Protagonist of Disorder, who was unconscious in the room, woke up could he help him.
When the Protagonist of Disorder woke up, he didn't even have time to be shocked by the three corpses before being terrified by Qi Zhimu's injuries.
Judging by the location of the wounds, the bullets had definitely pierced his lungs. If they had been a few centimeters off, his heart would have been punctured.
The problem was, Qi Zhimu was actually still conscious?
Is he even human!
"I can only ask you to help me remove the bullets."
Qi Zhimu's condition was actually very bad. The veins on his forehead bulged, clearly indicating he was in excruciating pain.
The Protagonist of Disorder was stunned: "But there's nothing here for surgery..."
"It's fine. Use a knife to cut them out. I know my own physical condition; I won't die."
"..."
Since things had come to this, the Protagonist of Disorder could only comply.
The process of removing the bullets was more than just thrilling.
Without anesthesia, professional surgical tools, or medical blood transfusions, Qi Zhimu actually endured until all the bullets were removed.
What shocked the Protagonist of Disorder was not just his willpower and endurance, but also his luck.
The bullets hadn't actually pierced any vital organs; the deepest one was at the shoulder blade.
And despite the intense pain of his skin being sliced open, he didn't make a single sound throughout the entire process.
A terrifying human being.
But thinking about the countless zombies outside, he suddenly felt that Qi Zhimu's condition wasn't unacceptable.
After all, an even more shocking reality had appeared, hadn't it?
With limited conditions, after performing the maximum possible post-operative care and wrapping Qi Zhimu in bandages, the Protagonist of Disorder finally breathed a sigh of relief and asked about what happened.
After listening, he looked at the three corpses with gritted teeth.
Dammit...
If this person with the ability to foresee the future died, the probability of him and his daughter surviving would decrease countless times.
"How should we deal with them? The smell of blood is too strong; will it cause a zombie riot?"
"The floor is high enough; the zombies can't get up. Leave them there for now, and when the military's notice arrives, we'll make full use of them." Qi Zhimu said indifferently.
"Got it."
The Protagonist of Disorder immediately understood what "making full use of them" meant, showing no sympathy.
Just as he was about to clean up the mess, he saw Qi Zhimu close his eyes and collapse to the side.
Herta's attention had been on him the whole time; seeing this, her expression changed drastically, and she caught him in time.
Confirming that he had fainted from excessive blood loss, she felt slightly relieved, but pea-sized tears couldn't help but fall.
Her Brother Zhimu had faced life and death without retreating a single step, blocking all fatal attacks for her.
How could one's heart not tremble for someone who could give their life for you?
"Brother Zhimu..."
"Sigh, believe that he can pull through. Your brother is a man of steel; you have to respect that." The Protagonist of Disorder's face was full of genuine admiration.
In his words, "Brother, you're not just awesome anymore; you're badass to a god-defying level."
A real man.
The young girl wiped the corners of her eyes, brought some water to dampen a towel, and wiped the remaining stains from his face.
The Herta who didn't belong to this timeline also wiped the corners of her eyes, constantly sobbing the same sentence.
"How could it be like this..."
Not long ago, she had an incredibly realistic experience.
An omnipotent and powerful mage who handled the crisis in Grizzly City with ease.
Nipping the enemy's tricks in the bud from the start, playing Isabella like a fiddle, and no zombies could do anything to him.
And now, the experience witnessed from a third-person perspective was equally realistic.
Qi Zhimu, who couldn't use magic and had only stepped onto the Path of Abundance, did not have such great power.
Every time he protected her in a crisis, he would leave serious injuries on his body.
And facing the endless zombies, he had no means to wipe out a large area with a simple gesture.
The power the Path of Abundance brought him didn't seem to include destructive force.
...Which one was real?
Herta's hand trembled as she reached for Qi Zhimu's furrowed brow, but she couldn't touch anything.
She didn't belong to this timeline; if parallel worlds existed, she might not even belong to this world.
The Qi Zhimu of this world was much more difficult and much more painful.