GA: Chapter 131: The Silent Qin Tian — Flames That Sweep Across the Battlefield
Time passed slowly. Above Haicheng.
A streak of crimson light cut through the sky, and a figure dropped from above.
BOOM.
A thunderous impact. A massive crater opened in the ground below, spiderwebbing cracks spreading outward in every direction.
"Finally here."
A figure clad entirely in red armor climbed out of the crater and looked at Haicheng before him, his voice carrying a complicated weight.
Flame Dragon Steed was set to exceed light speed — but only on the premise that the rider could withstand that velocity.
Clearly, his strength hadn't yet reached that point. The journey from the capital to Haicheng had still taken time.
"Gururu gururu."
"Gururu."
"Zizi zizi."
Sound after sound reached Qin Tian's ears. He turned toward the source — and the eyes hidden behind his armor went cold and hard, his entire body radiating a brutal, glacial presence.
Before him, a swarm of small mutated crabs blanketed the body of a human, gnawing steadily through flesh and blood.
It wasn't just here. Within his entire range of perception, the same scene played out in every direction.
"Die."
Qin Tian's voice was stripped of all warmth.
As he spoke, scorching flames erupted outward from his armor.
BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.
Crimson fire surged like a great dragon, transforming the entire area into a sea of flame. Countless mutated sea creatures within hundreds of meters were consumed by the blaze, filling the air with their screams of agony.
Humans eating mutated beast flesh. Mutated beasts eating human flesh.
It almost sounded fair, stated that way.
But to Qin Tian — humans eating mutated beast flesh was only natural. Mutated beasts eating humans?
They deserved to die.
The definition of fairness was made by humans.
Unless they could overthrow humanity and establish their own rules — until that day came, they would follow humanity's.
Double standard?
Yes. An absolute double standard. And what of it?
Without holding anything back, the terrible flames consumed everything within hundreds of meters.
"Mama — Mama, don't die!"
"Monster, get away! Don't eat Daddy!"
Suddenly, human voices reached his ears. Qin Tian's expression shifted — and his body vanished from the spot in an instant, rocketing toward the direction of those voices.
The next moment, he saw them — a mother and child, clothes torn to rags and soaked through with blood.
The mother was at the edge of collapse. Beside her stood a mutated sea turtle the size of a small car, its mouth working rhythmically, chewing something.
He looked down.
On the ground was a man with nothing left above the shoulders but a head.
As if noticing Qin Tian's arrival, the mutated sea turtle finished chewing, swallowed the head on the ground, and turned its gaze toward this armored human who had appeared out of nowhere.
Qin Tian went very still. The fist at his side clenched hard.
He'd arrived too late.
If he had come sooner — even a little sooner — this man would have lived.
The only consolation was that he hadn't arrived entirely too late. At least the mother and child were still breathing.
BOOM.
Scorching fire wrapped around Qin Tian's arm, and with a thunderous strike, his fist slammed into the mutated sea turtle's shell.
Crack.
Crack.
...
The sound of shattering glass. The turtle's shell caved inward — and then fracture lines spread across the surface, growing wider, spreading faster, and before the creature could even register what was happening—
A burst of fire. The mutated sea turtle's body exploded apart.
"You're..."
The mother on the ground weakly lifted her head and looked at the armored figure who had saved them.
"Mama, it's the Flame Dragon Knight! He's the Flame Dragon Knight!"
"The Flame Dragon Knight came to save us!"
Her son reacted like he'd just laid eyes on his greatest idol. His whole body lit up with excitement, stars practically shining in his eyes.
"Flame Dragon Knight — can you save my daddy?"
He looked up at Qin Tian with desperate hope. In the heart of a child, heroes could do anything.
But...
Qin Tian opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
His father was already dead.
"My condolences."
Those were the only words he could find in the end, directed at the mother. Then he dismissed the armor and reached to his waist, producing a small bottle of medicine.
"These are healing pills. Take one, then keep your child close and live."
That was all he could offer.
"Thank you."
The mother was silent for a long moment. Then she took the bottle from his hand. She hesitated — a long hesitation — but finally shook one pill out and swallowed it.
She felt the warmth spreading through her body, steadily mending her wounds, strength rising through her limbs.
But there was not a trace of relief in her heart.
In her mind, she knew she had no right to blame the man who had saved them. But in her heart, she wanted to. She wanted to scream at him, to demand to know why he couldn't have come just a little sooner.
Just a little sooner, and her husband would still be alive.
But she didn't. Because she knew it would be wrong.
Even the fastest response still took time.
And her husband would never have wanted her to blame a hero who had saved his wife and child.
Qin Tian said nothing. He turned and called the Flame Dragon Armor back into existence.
The area around the building was already filling with mutated sea creatures drawn by the noise and firelight.
There were more important things to be done than comfort.
"Stay with me."
He said it quietly, then stepped forward and walked out.
Behind him, the mother didn't hesitate. She took her child's hand and followed.
On a battlefield, time was life. Following him was the only way to survive.
Crimson flames swept across the battlefield. With every step, countless mutated sea creatures were swallowed by fire.
Qin Tian glanced back at the mother and child behind him. He knew what he should be doing — moving as quickly as possible, eliminating the mutated sea creatures throughout the city. Ordinary people were supposed to find shelter and wait until the battlefield was cleared.
Bringing them along would only slow down his work.
But he couldn't leave them.
Because there were no safe places left anywhere in Haicheng. Survival depended on either strength or luck.
Wherever he left them, they could die.
Only by staying with him were they truly safe.
So what he could do was this: clear the mutated sea creatures in the immediate area, search for other surviving civilians, and guide them all toward wherever the military and Spiritual Energy Bureau members were concentrated.
That was currently the safest place left in Haicheng.
One person could only do so much. And the beast tide in Haicheng was nothing like what the capital had faced — far easier said than done.
The numbers were simply too overwhelming.
A long breath. The temperature of the air turned searing. Raging fire shaped itself into long, surging serpents, consuming every mutated sea creature that drew close.
"Gururu."
"Gu gu!"
"Hissssss!"