Cyber Era Witch
Chapter 523 - 457 Plundering_3

Chapter 523: Chapter 457 Plundering_3

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"There’s no fleet army like you," a staff officer chastised the soldier on behalf of Tenjouin Kiriyari, "Sit down!"

Tenjouin Kiriyari remained silent.

"Hurry up!" Aledy called Tenjouin Kiriyari onto the Shuttle Machine, "We let you live only to have you deal with Yokozuna."

"Hmm..." Tenjouin Kiriyari pondered quietly. Was the Yokozuna still advancing? As a Warship captain, Hirazawa Yusuke might have achieved even greater military exploits than himself.

"Only 17 seats left!" Du Qianqian shouted, "Buy now if you want one! Where’s Yuan Chaozong?"

Yuan Chaozong was the chief director of New Xisheng, a man of extraordinary status.

Hearing Du Qianqian’s voice, a soldier pointed to a pile of flesh mixed with formal attire in the blood, indicating he had died at the very start.

"Yuan Chaozong... is dead too."

"Ah..." Many people realized this fact for the first time, and, after the initial shock, returned to calmness.

The company is a vast machine; it doesn’t stop working just because someone is missing.

An old man with a head full of silver hair maintained his composure, patiently walked to the edge of the shattered bulwark, took out his level 90 Special Protection Card and a black cash card, and waved to Du Qianqian. His bodyguards firmly protected his path to the Shuttle Machine, preventing others from causing trouble.

Du Qianqian went to meet him. The old man nodded to her gracefully and handed her the two cards, completing the transfer of ownership right before her eyes; both gifts were now hers.

"Thank you," the old man said softly, then boarded the Shuttle Machine.

"Mishima Seiichiro, a senior director of Jinyue Hotel Group, bought his life for 16 billion," Du Qianqian counted the earnings and gestured to the others on the bulwark, "There are still seats left, hurry!"

"So cheap?"

"Ah, I will also..."

"Whatever it costs!" more passengers immediately stood up, vying to board the Shuttle Machine, eager to escape the steaming remnants of flesh on the other side of the wreck and from the angry fleet soldiers.

In this way, Du Qianqian extorted as much as 170 billion in funds!

She couldn’t even count this staggering number, and there were only just 20 people seated on the Shuttle Machine.

"There’s also room to stand," Du Qianqian stuttered, her eyes dazzled by the power of money. She had lost all concept of money, only remembering that this was enough to build the fourth space mothership and its associated vessels.

The dead among them could probably have contributed the same amount, meaning they had the resources to prepare five Warships.

If the enemy had launched all five ships in this war, they would have indeed broken through the strategic force cap of Nestor Corporation, much like Yokozuna, a top-tier Warship that continued to march towards Nestor Industrial Park, completely unimpeded.

Farosa gave Du Qianqian a look, bringing her some peace of mind. She turned to glance at the wealthy in the Shuttle Machine, preparing to continue the deep interrogation once they were back, not taking these people for their enjoyment.

The ocean grew increasingly quiet. Farosa watched as the remaining two-thirds of the people on the ship

There were probably 650, maybe 700, Farosa didn’t want to count, their eyes were densely packed, a sea of heads.

Minamoto Makoto was probably among them, but what was Minamoto Makoto really?

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"What do we do?" one of them couldn’t help but blurt out.

Farosa waved her hand gently; the law of harvest swept through, and before they could even scream, they all perished, their flesh and blood scattering as they fell in heaps.

Just as Farosa had predicted, after everyone died, their flesh quivered and gathered on the Flesh and Blood Magic Ring that lay on the mast, forming a blood person from the chunks of Minamoto Makoto’s corpse.

The blood person had a body coagulated from fresh blood, outlining strong muscles and a nimble posture; it strolled on the ship, its qi of blood heavy, and its body kept expanding.

Eventually, it stretched in a gesture akin to yawning, and its body swelled to nearly ten meters tall, not looking small even in front of the vast Clares the Second.

"There are still many valuable people in here," the blood person stood on the mast, "Aren’t you going to sort through them carefully?"

"They are just..." Farosa said softly, "Big and small, high jumpers and low jumpers, rich and poor... ants."

"Still so candid," the blood person stood on the wreckage of the Orochi, "Probably because someone else does the thinking for you, you have friends of your own now."

"I am on my way to my ultimate victory," Farosa held the Godslayer Weapon in her right hand and the Star Tamer in her left, "Do you want to become the next target?"

"I heard you’re bidding to destroy corporations," the blood person looked down at Farosa, "What did they do to irritate you?"

Mercenaries bagged themselves, kicking their own heads. Farosa thought vaguely.

"Swear an oath, kill all the corporate dogs for me." Farosa presented a Fragment of the Throne of God in her hand, "’Blood God’, someone actually calls you that."

The blood person extended tentacle-like blood-stained knuckles and took the fragment away.

"Aren’t you worried that we really could rebuild the Ascension Machine with just one fragment?" it asked.

"Only then will you be worthy to speak to me."

"Depriving life, creating life, reshaping life, you’ve gone farther than other witches, but that’s all," it remarked.

Farosa noticed the blood person’s body was packed with metal parts, implants, human modification kits, copper wires, and cables.

"Even the blood isn’t pure anymore?" she mocked, dirty humans.

"It doesn’t matter." The blood person expelled all the modification parts from its body, "Your deal suits me, I was already serving the corporation, hunting their corporate dogs. Your arrival changed everything, causing a slaughter, making the corporation vigilant, and intensifying the resistance."

"You work for the corporation?" Farosa frowned.

"Aren’t you?" the blood person retorted, "You also obey orders from above, otherwise the Farosa I know would have finished them all off by now, no need to keep a small handful alive. Face the reality... Farosa, the power held by the corporation runs deeper than you imagine, look at yourself, you too have become part of the corporate regime, obedient to the president of Nestor Corporation. This rigid hierarchy has ultimately trapped you, confining the Farosa who acts on her desires."

"I am still free."

"Free? Heh... go back and see your man," the blood person collapsed into a pool of blood on the mast, and the ring disappeared as well.

Xu Yang. Farosa clenched her fists. What happened to Xu Yang?

"Let’s go." She maneuvered Clares the Second to return.

The remaining Ocean Descendants climbed onto the shipwrecks, devouring the leftover flesh, until a flood of Shuttle Machines and war machines from the emergency and security companies came to the rescue.