Above The Sky
Chapter 332 - 332 309 The Straggler Also Died 23

332: Chapter 309 The Straggler Also Died (2/3) 332: Chapter 309 The Straggler Also Died (2/3) “Just one person?

And he didn’t bring any weapons!”

At this, not only was the squadron leader shocked, but the other two soldiers from Fiery Flame Land who were still recuperating were also astounded, “Is there no one else with him?!

How does he dare to come after us alone?!”

“A person coming alone to us, what does he want to do?”

“Take a closer look; his face is actually quite handsome…”

—No, it’s not that simple.

Furrowing his brow, the squadron leader was very clear that things were not that simple…

This White Folk did indeed have some tricks up his sleeve, although it was a sneak attack, he truly took down the knight leading the pursuit team.

While he was not as frail and pessimistic as the nuns from the Spiritual Tool Church, he also was not as crude and blindly optimistic as his own subordinates.

Raising his sword, he noticed strange inscribed metallic traces on the young White Folk’s left arm…

Had he been eroded by the ruins?

It wasn’t all that rare of an occurrence, and most of the time it was actually beneficial, as it could sense parts of the mechanisms in the ruins.

The problem was that the opponent’s Origin Quality aura was very peculiar, and for the moment he could not quite grasp which stage of the First Power Level the opponent was at.

Surely I, a veteran soldier of many years, couldn’t be inferior to him.

Thinking thus, he decisively ordered, “Eliminate him!”

Immediately following, the squadron leader charged forward, and his two remaining close-following soldiers also roared and ran forward.

But the nun from the Spiritual Tool Church and another surviving monk could only numbly and pitifully watch the three men rushing forward.

Pat, pat—thump.

Within the three seconds of their charge, accompanied by two slight thudding sounds, pat, pat, the corpses of the two Fiery Flame Land soldiers were sent flying backward, silently crashing into the pool of water and bones.

Their skulls bore a clear and distinct fist imprint, a sturdy fist that had been seared onto their facial bones and craniums, smashing the usually hard bones to smithereens, and their flesh and blood were churned into a complete mess.

Thump—And the last figure was sent flying back, his hand holding the Galewind Longsword, but the arm holding the sword was now twisted like a pretzel.

“Monster?

With just one hand he?!”

The squadron leader spat out blood as he was kicked in the chest and sent flying by a kick, the man stared with fear and disbelief at the white-haired young man slowly approaching him, his mind still replaying the scene that he found utterly inconceivable.

This White Folk youth, facing their coordinated attack from left, right, and front, had simply seemed to raise his left hand casually.

And then, just like that, he swiped forward, throwing three punches.

Instantly, aside from the squadron leader himself who reacted, the other two Fiery Flame Land soldiers had their brains shattered, and although he had blocked that punch, he could not withstand the subsequent ordinary-looking kick.

That left arm with the blue metallic lines was unimaginably sturdy; his Galewind Longsword was already considered an elite weapon, but it couldn’t even cut through the skin!

At this moment, Ian didn’t even have the Heavy Abyss Iron Sword in his hands, he had truly arrived empty-handed.

Facing the heavily injured squadron leader, he simply raised his hand, activating the Chantwave State, initiating the Fairy Wings.

Whirr!

Instantaneously, water from the surrounding underground channels shot forth, turning into seven or eight streams of water, stabbing rapidly towards the squadron leader.

The squadron leader could have blocked it, pressing down his chest wound, his body bent and stretched, he leaped dynamically like a poison snake shooting out from its coil, passing through all of the attacks, with the Galewind Longsword in his hand as the snake’s venomous fangs, breathing out wind blades as deadly as poisonous bites, aiming to tear apart the youth’s metal-like body once he got a hold of it.

This was a lethal blow, a death-dealing counterstrike, a vital technique of the true military dao of war,

But he never got the chance.

Because Ian had already anticipated his move, because his speed was too slow.

Because he was too weak.

Therefore, a line of water traced an arc from above, pressing down towards the group leader’s neck.

Whoosh!

A head flew up just like that, and with the will no longer in control, the originally unstoppable blade of the longsword also lost its sharpness.

The hand-and-a-half sword that had just been coated with a layer of wind-element Origin Substance fell to the ground.

Ian walked past the group leader’s corpse, crushed the opponent’s palm underfoot and, incidentally, squashed the parasitic worm inside it to death.

He picked up the Galewind Longsword, weighed it, and then continued towards the Sleepless Eye nun.

“You’re stronger than him, so I’ll have to use a sword to fight you,”

the boy said, observing the nun and monk in front of him who so far had not assumed any combat stance, his tone slightly weary, “Perform ritual suicide.

Erase the memories regarding the South Sea Relic Cluster, and I’ll return the rest of your database to the Spiritual Tool Church.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

Without any hesitation, the Spiritual Tool Church monk on the other side gave Ian a slight bow, removed his helmet, and literally opened his mechanized brain to show Ian, and then used his voice organ located in his throat to say, “Please do it yourself, I have already stopped my vital signs…”

In the next instant, the Spiritual Tool Church monk died, leaving only the mechanical part of his brain still flashing a few red and green indicator lights.

“Hmm.

What about you?”

Ian nodded slightly and turned to look at the nun, “My time is limited; I can’t give you too much time to think.”

“Thank you very much for giving us the right to choose.”

The nun also calmly disarmed herself—numerous blades and combat tools ejected from her prosthetic body, making even Ian take a sidelong glance, marveling that she truly was a war machine.

“I need to destroy this device, as it contains all the combat data.

Once it leaves the relic’s Spirit Energy Field, it will automatically transmit.

I can’t leave it for you as spoils of war, please understand,”

the Spiritual Machine Nun said without concealment.

She took out the case containing the Aetherized Heavy Machine Gun from her chest, ready to destroy it, but Ian stopped her, “Wait, let me check it.”

The Spiritual Machine Nun halted her action, with no intention of resisting.

The group leader didn’t see it, but she, with high-precision observation organs, saw very clearly that Ian was still almost as good as new after the direct confrontation with Patrick and even enduring the bombardment of the Alchemical Cannon.

Especially, the Origin Substance Reaction inside his body had already reached the threshold between the First Energy Level and the Second Energy Level…

He could break through to the Second Energy Level at any moment if he wished!

With Magic Potion, he could advance anytime and anywhere, even leap over the initial accumulation phase!

Such strength at that age…

it’s simply…

just like the ‘Eternal Sentinel’ meticulously groomed by the church since infancy, even stronger!

There’s no point in fighting such a monster.

They were merely monks and nuns; serving the King of the Desolate Sea was already a slight departure from doctrine.

They absolutely could not cause such a promising seed to feel ill will towards the church because of their own lives.

“Hmm, good, it’s just as you said.”

Ian’s eyes flowed with a silvery-green glow as he withdrew the scan of the Spirit Energy and the Silver Chip, contentedly handing the case back to the nun.

He was even in such a good mood that he could smile, “Rest assured, I understand the Spiritual Tool Church’s obsession with relics, and I have no intention of being an enemy to the Spiritual Tool Church, so you must die, please understand.”

“This is the fate we deserve.

It is really great that you think so,”

the Spiritual Machine Nun said with a smile as she destroyed the case.

She likewise ‘opened’ her own brain like her companion, “If possible, please destroy all of our bodies except for the database—the Spiritual Tool Church has never been to the Southern Sea Ruins on the surface.

I believe this is a situation that all parties are willing to accept.”

“Hmm, this is just a friction between the Fiery Flame Land and The Empire, I believe both The Empire and the Viscount are very welcoming of the help provided by the Spiritual Tool Church in the exploration of the ruins.

A little accident, everyone can understand, and perhaps there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future.”

After hearing Ian’s calm words, the life breath of the nun also ceased.

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