Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 328 - 134. Brave Niuniu, not afraid of difficulties

Chapter 328: 134. Brave Niuniu, not afraid of difficulties

Bodies lay dead on the ground, and painless monsters burned silently like a bonfire, their eyes reflecting the figure of the invaders until death took them.

The flames flickered wildly in the storm and blizzard, shining brightly.

They danced madly like the Vermilion Bird from myths.

To save trouble, helicopters simply scattered white phosphorus bombs into the crowd. Pale fireworks continuously burst in the air, with the fiery white powder woven by the wind and snow, falling onto the bodies of the Biochemists and Civilians at the Greening Base, sticking to their flesh and burning relentlessly.

As the toxic air spread, people became more and more delirious. Only the agony that pierced their marrow made them drop to their knees in despair, constantly embracing the raging snowstorm. The People of Sky Ring were even too lazy to waste a single bullet, enjoying their death.

"Snowstorm fireworks and wind, how light it is to dance with the sword, never to meet in this world."

Facing this gorgeous massacre, some Samurais even recited poetry, immediately chanting a haiku:

"Mogami River."

Frontline Samurais were quite excited about the battle; the slaughter had their adrenaline soaring, and the endorphins they had cultivated for a long time turned them into machines addicted to killing and destruction. After the fourth round of Slashes, the Samurais were ordered to enter the street fighting stage in squads, fight freely, and simultaneously search for traces of Li Aozi and others.

However, Kariya Asaichi was not optimistic because, according to the Ninja Troops’ reconnaissance, the biological signals underground had disappeared.

It seemed that the first round of bombing had achieved its Effect.

But would Li Aozi be eliminated so easily?

Kariya Asaichi didn’t think so. That man, who had caused a disturbance at the Nine Dragons Gathering and escaped unscathed, wouldn’t be so easy to deal with, even with the most elite troops of Sky Ring at his command. He could not indulge in such optimistic fantasies.

Even without eliminating Li Aozi, taking down the Greening Base, an organization that was a thorn in their side, was also quite an accomplishment.

But Kariya Asaichi knew that General Quan would not allow him to stop there. He was determined to take advantage of this opportunity to capture Li Aozi, bring him to trial in Kyoto, and then hang him, using it as a chance for the military to return to the political center.

Alive, they must see the person; dead, they must see the body.

Compared to confronting Li Aozi’s mysterious army head-on, Kariya opted for a more secure method—exterminate them underground and then slowly search through the remains over the Greening Base’s dead bodies.

After all, Sky Ring already had all the information they needed on the Greening Base. The situation at Li Aozi’s end, however, was unknown.

Minimizing risk and uncontrollable elements is the key to winning a battle.

The Samurais stormed into the Greening Base, and once military discipline was no longer a constraint, the suppressed beastliness in their hearts erupted violently. They pulled the trigger wantonly on old people and children, watching as they were torn into minced flesh, their organs wrapped in metal, brains splashed like paste, and bones shattered and nailed to walls.

To hell?

The Samurais arrogantly chopped off the heads of the living, opened their Face Armor, and laughed heartily, unable to suppress their exhilaration with sedatives.

This was hell.

"Run, run! Why aren’t you running? I don’t like shooting at targets that act like automatons. Come on, resist me, that’s what makes it interesting!"

A Samurai pulled a child out of a closet, snapped the tendons in his foot, and then pushed him to crawl away while shooting with his rifle, insisting he move faster. If he crawled too slowly, he would be hit by bullets.

There were also Gamma Rank Biochemists among the older generation; after several Mobile Armors arrived and fired a few shots to beat them half to death, a punch pinned them to the ground. Several Beta Rank Samurais rushed up, injected them with a large dose of anesthetic, and dragged them away to the prisoner transport.

Waiting for them would be the Houjo Group’s experiment team.

The brutal acts of bestial abuse continued, as they seized the old biochemists who had been planting trees their whole lives and pushed them into the greenhouse gardens. They then handed them flamethrowers and doused their family members and students in gasoline.

"Burn them, or, we burn them."

The samurai joked around, some intentionally prodding hostages’ bellies and buttocks with katanas dusted with an accelerant powder, which would turn them into torches with a slight activation of qi energy.

"No!"

The old biochemist closed his eyes in pain, torn between his faith and persistence, and his loves and students.

"Please, don’t do this..."

The People of Sky Ring left him no choice. Seeing the biochemist unwilling to cooperate, they immediately infused qi energy, setting a female family member ablaze.

"Ah, ahhhhhh!"

The volatility of gasoline was so efficient that it engulfed a person in an instant, the scorching orange flames melting and burning her skin. She screamed tragically but was bound, only able to arch her neck, shrieking through her burnt throat.

"No, Aina! My child... stop, stop!"

The biochemist knelt down in agony. He saw the Sky Ring Warrior about to pour gasoline on an infant in swaddling clothes and immediately broke down:

"My granddaughter, please, spare her!"

"I said it." The samurai gloated, pointing at the green trees: "Either burn those, or, burn them."

"Must you make me do this? We have done nothing wrong!"

"How have you not?" A female ninja appeared from the shadows, arms crossed, leaning lazily against the wall, discontentedly saying, "Your building is in the way."

"—That’s it?"

The old biochemist stood stunned.

"That’s it," the ninja said matter-of-factly. "Just so you know, we’re not just going to burn your trees, every single person here will die, until we find Leo—"

Boom!

A sudden explosion erupted violently before several samurai could react, a rocket instantly landing among the crowd.

Bang!

The blast wave and shrapnel flew, several samurai were blown to pieces on the spot, never to get up again.

"That gave me a scare, release ninjutsu!"

The ninja reacted quickly, retreating immediately, hands swiftly forming seals:

"Command the mythic dragon to create fog! Mist Formation—begin!"

A dense smokescreen suddenly erupted, concealing her figure. The female ninja cautiously, quickly moved to leave the battlefield. However, just as she broke through the smokescreen, a blade wrapped in a mournful and fierce aura instantly slashed at her neck.

"Ah!"

The female ninja couldn’t dodge in time and immediately felt the blade tear open her throat, the lethal aura spreading instantly along her neck as if her whole body had turned ice-cold.

Following that, the blade tore through again. The female ninja didn’t dare to face it again, as she was part of a scout unit, dressed in uniform with no armored suit. The Qi energy on the opponent’s weapon and their tremendous strength were undoubtedly at the level of a Martial Artist.

Moreover, the weapon carried some special kind of damage. The evil aura that had seeped into her body was making her feel extremely uncomfortable and even hindering her movements.

The Martial Artist’s blade did not stop. It seemed as if the opponent was wearing some kind of special sighting device that allowed them to see through the smokescreen directly at her.

"Hey, a Level 15 ninja, care to challenge me?"

As the Martial Artist spoke, he immediately launched an unending Sword Screen attack.

"All things considered, charge!"

So fast!

She raised her Kunai to parry and block continuously, but her years of refined martial arts seemed laughably childlike against the opponent’s transcendent swordsmanship.

Too slow—the Martial Artist’s sword fiercely tore her thigh tendon.

Misjudgment—the blade followed the lines of her palm, creating a wound.

Failed to block—the opponent’s fist hit her lower abdomen. Leveraging the strength of a Martial Artist, they turned and swept their sword, easily slicing off a chunk of flesh from her left arm.

She lowered her head, clutched at her throat, and with a backward jump, put some distance between them; she immediately saw a young man dressed like a street kid standing there, a grenade launcher at his feet.

Perspective sighting device?

Why doesn’t he even wear armor?

This guy, did he really just break in here all by himself?

"What contempt!" the female ninja murmured solemnly.

He held a katana in one hand and with a gaze flaming with Qi energy, seeing that his attack failed to be fatal, he immediately, without hesitation, pulled out a submachine gun and fired a barrage at her.

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat!

The female ninja strived to dodge, managing to evade the bullets and scoffed:

"Thinking to use civilian weaponry against me, how heaven—"

Before she could finish speaking, her sharp senses suddenly felt overwhelmed by two powerful presences.

"—Gamma? No, just a top-tier Beta Rank. Could it be Li Aozi!"

It was just a moment of distraction. The street kid on the other side suddenly hurled a shock bomb at her, forcing her into a corner. But the shock bomb didn’t explode—upon closer inspection, the pin was still in it.

Damn, she’d been tricked!

The female ninja’s expression changed, and the moment she was cornered, the Assassins’ advantage over the Martial Artist was gone.

She threw two shurikens, the opponent dodged one and deflected the other with his long sword. Then, stepping firmly on the ground, a shadowy figure like an Evil Ghost vaguely emerged behind him. The sword aura coiled with a mournful evil aura, slashing down at her again!

Clang!

The female ninja raised her Kunai to block, but the opponent’s weapon seemed to awaken something demonic, smashing her weapon to pieces and ruthlessly slashing at her carotid artery, cutting deep into the flesh. The street kid pulled the blade through forcefully, severing the artery cleanly.

The female ninja immediately sat down, collapsing, and held her neck wound, but she couldn’t stop the flow of her Qi energy and life. Looking up at the street kid before her, she accepted her defeat without excuses.

She closed her eyes and with resignation said:

"Gurgle... Just kill me."

At least give me a quick end.

But the Martial Artist ignored her request, instead, tore open her armor and hastily began to search her.

"Yay!" he exclaimed excitedly: "It’s a piece of jewelry equipment, +4 Charm—Li Aozi will definitely like it."

"Damn bootlicker!"

The female ninja cursed, and as she bled profusely, she collapsed completely, almost passing out from the rage.

"Really exaggerating your role."

Caramel Snail glanced at the female ninja on the ground, his expression dark, as he slowly walked toward her.

"You bastard, what do you want to do with me!"

The female ninja’s face blanched, filled with terror:

"I’m already dying, and you still want to do that kind of—"

The next moment, she saw Caramel Snail kick her down to the ground, then turned around, positioning his butt toward her face.

Squat down.

Stand up.

Squat down.

Stand up.

"How dare you!"

Unable to endure such a disgrace, the female ninja turned away from the breath of life; her eyes rolled back, and she died.

"That feels better!" Caramel Snail adjusted his trousers. "Squats and teabagging are still the most offensive."