The Legendary Man novel Chapter 918

The Legendary Man Chapter 918-Although Jonathan and Ksana were unaware of the pursuers hot on their trail, they continued running at full speed.

Jonathan had expended his Pryncyp of Strength too quickly, so even though he wished to wipe out the werewolves, he did not have the energy to do so.

As he dragged Charleigh across the mountain range at lightning speed, he looked at the latter and asked, “When we fought each other previously, why did it seem as though you didn’t care whether the werewolves survived or perished?”

“They’re not me, so why should I care whether they live or die?” came Charleigh’s matter-of-fact answer.

Shocked to hear that, Jonathan turned to Ksana. To his surprise, he saw her grinning back at him. She was actually accepting Charleigh’s reply without batting an eyelid!

Jonathan could not help feeling a sense of absurdity at the pair’s response. “You two are… Those are human lives we’re talking about! How can you let them die just like that? Don’t you think there’s anything wrong with that?”

Glancing toward Ksana, Charleigh asked, “Do you think there’s something wrong with that?”

As for Ksana, she looked at Jonathan quietly after hearing what he said and pondered the matter for a while. “Hmm… If Master thinks it isn’t right, then that’s what I think too.”

Despite her answer, Jonathan could tell from the puzzled look in her eyes that she did not understand what he meant at all.

At that moment, Charleigh, tightly bound like a trussed chicken, floated next to Jonathan. “What’s the big deal if they die? Weren’t those werewolves created for the express purpose of killing others? They’re like machines. Once placed on any battlefield, they’ll cut down their opponents like a machine harvesting wheat until their enemies kill them. Their ultimate destiny is to die, and it’s only a matter of sooner or later. What’s there to feel sorry about now that you’ve killed them?”

Humans… are like machines? While there were no faults in Charleigh’s argument, Jonathan could not help thinking otherwise. Although the werewolves are humans who’ve undergone modification and don’t have feelings or emotions, they’re still humans!

Turning his head and gazing at Ksana, he asked hesitantly, “Are those your sentiments as well? No need to care about what I think. You can speak your mind.”

While sprinting at top speed, she furrowed her brows and fell into deep thought. “I don’t quite understand what you two mean about war machines. All I know is that humans seem to be like this—they keep taking on missions, carrying them out, and fighting until they die.”

Her reply was earnest, without any trace of being perfunctory, and Jonathan realized he had made a mistake indeed.

Of the two people next to me, one can transform soldiers into an army of werewolves devoid of cognitive thinking and is a madman through and through. Meanwhile, the other is an elite fighter groomed by Sanctuary. To be more precise, she’s a killing machine. I may not have been to Sanctuary, but it’s clear from her mannerisms that she lived in a simple world. Even something ordinary like the difference between men and women, a concept that a child of three or four years old can grasp, seems to fly over her head. Perhaps no one taught her about such things ever since she was little. After all, who would care to explain morals and etiquette to a machine?

For some reason, he felt his chest tighten slightly as he gazed at her.

“Ksana.”