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Chapter 366: Counter-kill Breakthrough (Long - Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 366: Chapter 366: Counter-kill Breakthrough (Long Chapter Please Subscribe, Bookmark, and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

The sharp and massive greatsword descended from the heavens, poised to cleave the two tiny humans, drenched in blood and bound together, in half.

The glinting blade was like the Grim Reaper’s scythe, snatching the lives of those on the brink of death.

The cold blade pressed down, inch by inch, until the sharp gleam reached the chest of the diminutive figures.

It seemed that in the next second, fresh red blood would gush forth like water from a spring.

All those around were watching this moment.

However, that final scene never arrived.

Twin flaming swords stopped the sharp blade, and the young man lying in the air opened his weary eyes.

A radiant red light flickered deep within his pupils, passing in a flash.

The flying machine that had been spewing flames suddenly extinguished its fire.

The young man let go of his reliance on flight in the air, violently grasped the great blade falling from the sky, and then, with a sudden burst of strength, shot out like an arrow released from its bow, turning into a streak of blood-red brilliance.

The change came so suddenly that before anyone could react, the blood-red radiance had struck the cockpit of the sword-wielding mech, slicing open the armor and breaking into the cockpit.

A cascade of red alerts swept over the entire cockpit’s monitors in an instant.

But the pilot had no time to react, for his body had already been pierced by the blood-red shortsword.

A faint red light covered He Ao’s body.

He reached out his hand, seized the now dead body of the pilot, and pulled the control stick. The momentarily silent mech suddenly swung its greatsword, cutting in half a mech that was preparing to attack He Ao.

The second mech.

It was then that the entire mech’s control sticks locked up.

To prevent mechs from being hijacked, the console conducted biometric authentication every ten seconds. Once the pilot died, it would immediately lock the console and switch to automatic mode.

The mechs of Rock City were all networked to validate identity. He Ao couldn’t bypass the security system using Eve as he had the last time in Dawn City.

But this didn’t matter much.

He leaped, jumping straight out from inside the mech.

The moment he jumped out, a greatsword pierced the cockpit from behind, and He Ao, stepping on the greatsword that had pierced the cockpit, somersaulted and landed directly on the mech’s shoulder.

The one who had pierced his teammate’s mech from behind was the very mech that had served as the bait. Just as He Ao leaped out, its sword had not yet been withdrawn.

It immediately realized what was happening, withdrawing the sword while raising its hand. The laser cannon charged quickly, aiming at He Ao.

He Ao leaped fiercely onto the arm holding the laser cannon, and then, standing on the arm, he forcefully swiveled the turret of the laser cannon within an extremely short time.

The nearby mech, ready to slash at He Ao, was struck by its ally’s laser cannon before it could react.

Falling from the sky.

The third mech.

Immediately after, He Ao slashed open the cockpit hatch of this mech and, before the terrified and despairing eyes of the pilot, impaled his heart.

The fourth mech.

At this point, the number of mechs besieging He Ao had diminished by three-quarters.

The remaining three mechs glanced at each other, immediately retreated, and began to fire their laser cannons wildly at He Ao.

He Ao pulled the control stick, bringing the mech’s greatsword in front of him.

Then he burst out of the cockpit, sheathed his twin shortswords, and gripped the greatsword.

After the pilot’s death, the mech’s automatic mode still maintained flight for a while, searching for a safe place to land.

At this moment, the mech still flew in the air.

He Ao lifted his giant sword, and with a forceful leap, he sprung up.

Like the wrath of a Divine Being descending from Heaven.

The mechas themselves were extremely close to each other and hadn’t managed to increase their distance in such a short time.

In the instant He Ao leaped, he arrived in front of the three mechas, and his icy greatsword traced a crescent moon’s glow.

In a split second, the three mechas were cleaved into halves.

Three intense explosions thundered, and the surging flames enveloped the night sky.

Five... Six... Seven...

From a distance, an officer stood in the mecha cockpit, watching the sudden transformation and the explosions’ flames that obscured his vision, furrowing his brow.

He maneuvered his mecha to retreat and ordered the surrounding smaller mechas to close in.

And in that moment, he saw a tiny figure burst out of the surging flames, rushing toward him with a crimson glow.

The red glow of the sword cut through the small mechas’ battery compartments like slicing through straw, a series of violent explosions stretched across the sky forming a fiery path that rapidly approached the officer’s mecha.

The officer hesitated for a moment, immediately controlling the greatsword to protect himself, and slammed it down in front of him.

However, the figure flying towards him swiftly changed velocity, tracing a beautiful arc in the sky, and instantly circled around the mecha’s greatsword to reach the top of the cockpit hatch.

Bang—bang—

The thick and sturdy cockpit hatch was slashed with an ’X’ shape, followed by a burst of great force, and a bloodstained fist brutally tore through this gash, burrowing in.

The officer picked up a Gauss Pistol beside him, and aimed at the figure entering through that gap.

At the same time, He Ao felt a tremendous attraction from a golden ornament inside the cockpit.

Hunter?

A flicker of recognition crossed He Ao’s face.

This attraction was much weaker than the one he had set up before.

"If you surrender now, you can still spare your family’s lives," the officer said, seemingly realizing that He Ao was unaffected by his trap, slightly raising his head with an air of pride, like a duck, staring at He Ao.

He Ao raised his head to look at him, dry blood crusting into a thick scab on his cheeks.

"You can’t kill me, I’m from the Roland family, my ancestors were the founders of the Federation."

The officer aimed the gun at He Ao, his arm trembling slightly.

George Roland, the founder of the Federation and its second president, whose son and grandson had also been elected as presidents of the Federation.

The family spanned hundreds of years.

But what did this have to do with an apprentice like Nell whose family had almost entirely perished?

He Ao took another step forward.

The officer retreated back unconsciously, leaning against the wall.

A color of fear surfaced on his cheeks, as if some twisted image was reverberating in his mind.

This was the ’warrior’ ability, where during combat, there is a certain chance of awakening the most painful memories of the enemy, causing them to fall into fear.

It was a passive skill, the more afraid the person, the more this fear was provoked.

In this desperate fear, the officer aimed at He Ao and pulled the trigger wildly.

A flash of red sword light passed, piercing the officer’s heart.

This was a C-level Hunter who seemed a lot less skilled than He Ao had been during his hunter days.

The blood flowed continuously, soaking into the crimson blade.

It was as if the short sword was feasting to its heart’s content.

Meanwhile, another sword also began to emit a faint red glow.

These twin swords, like lotus buds on a shared stem, absorbed power that was shared between them.

The faint red light spread from the blade to He Ao’s body.

This light seemed to enhance He Ao’s combat strength to a certain extent, but it also brought with it intense and wild killing intent.

He Ao drew out the short sword and returned both swords to his waist.

The officer fell to the ground, his blood spilling onto the earth, his life gradually ebbing away, the fear in his eyes unassuaged.

A C-level wasn’t so easy to kill.

He Ao activated the communication system inside the mecha’s cockpit and broadcast, "Roland is dead. Are you the army of Rock City or the army of the Mining Consortium?"

The surrounding mechas, their engines hot, fell into a brief silence, hovering in the air.

He Ao exited the mecha, his body supported by the flight mechanism.

Countless fighters, like a sea of smoke, hovered in the air before him.

They neither attacked further nor withdrew.

The feat of He Ao obliterating eight Blazing Angel Mechs had engraved fear into everyone’s hearts.

Now that the commander was dead, they seemed to have no reason to charge with their lives on the line.

He Ao’s gaze swept the whole sky and earth; indiscriminate memory from Super Memory etched every detail into his mind.

He paused for a moment, then flew towards a specific location below.

The ground around him was covered with shattered machinery debris. He Ao passed through the pieces and stopped in front of a bloodied figure.

This figure had a broken flight mechanism identical to He Ao’s strapped to his back. When He Ao arrived, he was trying to drag his injured leg out from beneath a metal column.

He Ao lifted the metal column, and the figure, confused, looked up. Recognizing it was He Ao, he patted his cracked flight mechanism and chuckled, "I told you this thing is good for saving lives."

This was the middle-aged man who had just given He Ao a push in the midst of the mechas.

He Ao picked him up and flew in another direction.

...

"These damned City Defense Army guys are a real pain in the ass."

A small truck crammed with people was zigzagging wildly through the streets, chased by several flying mechas, with occasional pistol shots fired back in retaliation.

Sitting inside the truck were the mech pilots just saved by He Ao. They had more or less sustained injuries, and the truck was riddled with bullet holes, some of them barely clinging to life.

As soon as the battle started, the City Defense Army had sent units after them.

He Ao didn’t know where they had gotten a small truck from, but it seemed to have barely preserved their lives.

He Ao descended, then turned to look at the small mechas chasing the truck.

The mechas tailing the truck glanced at He Ao, made a sharp turn into an adjacent alley, and disappeared like smoke, as if they were just passing through.

He Ao placed the middle-aged man and Yvo inside the truck, then sat on the roof of the vehicle.

Many more mechas ahead were trying to block the truck, but after seeing He Ao sitting atop it, they silently opened a path.

This made them look not so much like a besieging enemy force but rather like soldiers greeting a triumphant general’s return.

In the residential buildings around, some people cautiously peeped out to witness the scene. They retracted immediately whenever the City Defense Army glanced their way.

A little boy lay at the window on the fifteenth floor, holding a small telescope and watching the scene below with rapt attention.

Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he fell from the sky.

Then, he landed in a somewhat moist embrace.

He Ao picked him up and returned him to the original window.

He widened his eyes, looking at He Ao with a mix of surprise and confusion.

There was no one at home but him, his parents were not around.

He Ao did not speak, but closed the window, gave it a gentle twist to lock it, and then turned to leave.

He had just happened to see the boy falling and had reached out to save him.

The boy watched as he left, only then recovering from the shock of the incident, about to pull open the window to continue watching, but found it was stuck, impossible to open, and he started crying in frustration.

...

He Ao sat back on the roof of the car.

The van twisted its way out of the encirclement and into a dim, unmonitored alley. The City Defense Army was cautiously in pursuit, but the driver was clearly an old hand at this, quickly shaking off their pursuers.

"Is there an underground doctor nearby who can take us in?"

He Ao glanced at Yvo’s injuries and asked softly.

"There’s a pharmacist in the camp," the middle-aged man with a gruesome injury leaned against the edge of the truck and said slowly, "He’s much better than those hospital doctors who only know how to write up hefty bills."

"Don’t worry, lad," the muscular driver shouted, "Our pharmacist, he cures the sick and strengthens the healthy. He can pull you back from the gates of hell; your brother will be fine."

The van drove off into the night.

----

A pitch-black sedan remained parked in front of the now emptied headquarters building of the Ice Wolf Gang.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a neat suit and with a benign face, emerged from the car, leaning on a cane.

"Mayor."

A small mecha descended from the sky, and a person who looked like an officer jumped out of the cockpit, "General Roland has sacrificed himself."

"Hmm," the Mayor nodded lightly, "General Roland sacrificed his life to protect the stability and peace of Rock City. I will erect a bronze statue for him in the central square to forever commemorate his contributions to Rock City."

Then he looked at the officer, "The City Defense Army will need your assistance from now on. With bandits running rampant and that gang of thugs from the Miners’ Mutual Aid Association willfully disrupting the city’s peace, we need your help more than ever."

The officer’s face lit up with pleasure. In most Federation cities, the commander of the City Defense Army was nominated by the Mayor and reviewed by the council.

As a northern border, Rock City also had two divisions, the 107th and the 108th. Roland was the commander of the 107th and also the chief of staff of Rock City.

Rock City had no Captain of the Army; the chief of staff was the highest commander of the City Defense Army.

Theoretically, after Roland’s death, the chief of staff should be succeeded by the commander of the 108th Division, but the 108th was not entirely controlled by the Mining Consortium.

The officer was previously Roland’s deputy, a man promoted by the Mining Consortium. Now with Roland dead and most council members ’invested’ by the consortium, the Mayor’s statement virtually confirmed him as the next chief of staff.

"Maintaining the stability of the city and the safety of the mines is the inescapable responsibility of the City Defense Army," he declared righteously.

"We all work for the prosperity of Rock City."

The Mayor smiled gently, nodding. His gaze fixed on the night ahead.

If He Ao had been there, he would have seen, with his Super Memory vision, that two faint shadows had been sketched out in the void, resembling the now-deceased Roland and Vinc.

The shadows stirred as if they were about to dissipate naturally, then they were restrained by some force and fell into the Mayor’s palm.

The Mayor exchanged a few cordial words with the officer, then returned to the black sedan.

The car started up and vanished into the night.