Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 557 - 186. A traitor emerged among us_3

Chapter 557: 186. A traitor emerged among us_3

Boom, boom, boom...

The earth shook violently; even the air raid shelters appeared incredibly fragile before this natural force. The structures swiftly disintegrated and collapsed, groundwater flooding in up to their waists in no time. They also had to carefully dodge the Dimensional Barrier, not daring to move too quickly, running back and forth, occasionally blocked by fallen walls and debris.

After fleeing continuously for more than ten minutes, Sylia kicked open the hydraulic door, and a stream of people poured out one after another. Moonlight shone on their soaking wet bodies as they finally escaped underground, avoiding being buried alive.

"Huff... huff..."

Sylia kneeled on the ground, cursing as she removed the heavy armored suit soaked by water, revealing her beautiful curves, which nobody in their just escaped lives had the mood to appreciate.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. Tons of concrete had just collapsed; luckily, the armor protected her from most of the damage, and she was unharmed except for some bruised lungs.

"Damn it... how could this happen?"

The earthquake had struck suddenly and was extremely severe, at least an 8.7 magnitude.

She glanced around—Kurt had disappeared.

Too coincidental.

It was as if, that earthquake had specifically come to rescue that bastard Hobbs.

She turned around, steadied her mind, and walked towards Hobbs, who lay on the ground gasping for air like a dying dog.

"What are you doing? What are you going to do now!?"

Lucite stepped forward, blocking her path, and spoke unapologetically.

Sylia pushed him with a palm, coldly stating,

"This earthquake is too suspicious, entirely orchestrated to save him. I suspect you guys have secretly kept a Forbidden Magic Book. Let me inspect it."

Lucite was at a loss for words,

"That’s total nonsense! You say it’s there, it’s there? Why don’t you say that Night Butterfly Man is actually from the same ancestor as the Tanas Clan?"

"Shut up! Get out of my way!"

"Don’t touch my brother."

"To hell with you!"

Sylia instantly swung the butt of her gun, smashing it hard on Lucite.

Clang!

Lucite stood his ground, catching the blow with his chest. It was Sylia who felt a sharp pain in her palms as the hard armor reverberated back at her, numbing her hands.

"You—" Sylia angrily lifted her head, only to see Lucite firmly standing his ground, his expression grim.

"I told you."

Lucite’s figure gradually swelled, his back spines lengthening rapidly and sharply, his height increasing swiftly, and his exterior armor becoming bulkier and heavier. A layer of bone plates grew out from both sides of his face, completely covering it like a skull mask, sinister and terrifying.

With her magic power armor removed, holding a rifle, Sylia was utterly like a malnourished child in front of Lucite, holding a toothpick, trying to challenge a wall.

"Don’t touch my brother."

Lucite’s low roar, laced with infrasound waves, caused a resonation in the heart, making one feel uncomfortable all over.

Sylia squinted, her flesh rapidly growing and tearing, splattering blood swept up by the wind onto her face. She raised her hand, gently flicking away the filth, disgustedly saying,

"You disgusting Scavenger..."

Click.

She dropped her gun barrel, pulling the bolt by gravity, then turned the gun barrel around, aiming at Lucite:

"I almost forgot, you also questioned Modote with him. Since that’s the case, I guess I have to discipline both of you—"

Her face contorted violently, and she immediately pulled the trigger.

Bang!

Defensive Runes lit up behind Sylia’s head, quickly followed by a hit from a blood compression bullet, her body overturned by the heavy kinetic energy and fell in front of Lucite’s feet.

"Uh... Ah..."

Sylia convulsed in agony, incredulously turning her head to look at the shooter:

"Why... why is it... it can’t be—"

Gurgle, gurgle!

Flesh rapidly squirmed, and a copious amount of blood rained down, riddling Sylia’s body with holes on the spot. Her corpse ceased trembling and gradually dissolved under the Erosion of the Implant Gear blood, leaving behind only a pitiful skeleton.

...

A cold wind swept across the land, pushing the skull to the feet of James II. He gulped, panic flashing in his eyes for a moment, then he awkwardly chuckled, feigning calm as he looked ahead:

"Ahahaha, haha... I knew it, you’ve always been hiding something."

"First, staying in the school all the time, collecting Magic Books everywhere, but actually, it was to line your own pockets."

"Then, you deliberately walked on the ground, using the Growth-armored Vanguard to deplete most of our manpower, coupled with your constant leaking of information, guiding the Implant Gear to strike at critical moments, effectively hitting our manpower and causing us to exhaust our Magic Scrolls."

"Next, you even indulged Sylia and Kurt in quarreling with us. It’s just a pity that the recent earthquake thwarted your plan, otherwise, we would have died underground."

"Now, Sylia, who was wielding heavy weapons, was also taken out by you, and Kurt died underground too. You can now attack us without any restraint."

"Am I right?"

He feigned calm, looking toward the man whose arm had transformed into an Implant Gear firearm:

"Captain Modot."

"I heard that three years ago, Canyue precisely with the help of an inside man, breached into Baizhu Interstellar University, and coincidentally, back then so many victims, Inspectorate personnel were all wiped out—only you were unharmed."

"You are Canyue’s inside man, aren’t you?"

"All you’ve done, it’s not merely to eliminate witnesses—I and Maria, to you, must serve a greater purpose, right?"

Modot Husel lifted his head to look at him, appearing quite amused, seemingly eager for him to continue.

Lucite stepped back a few times, protecting Hobbs, and surveyed Modot coldly. His peripheral vision swept over the surroundings and noticed that woman—Maria Xuan Yin, whose expression was exceptionally calm, as if she had anticipated everything.

"Maria and I, we are among the most privileged foreign students in this school. Even Canyue wouldn’t dare to offend the national power behind us."

James II said cheerily:

"We just didn’t expect, that you too were a Growth-armored Vanguard... But that’s normal, Sovereign-tier Arcane Users are always good at lurking beside others. Let me guess—your aim, is to seize me and Maria, hold us as hostages, demand a ransom, or achieve some political aims, right?"

He looked significantly at Lucite and Hobbs:

"Since that’s the case, next, you should make a move on these two commoners."

"I’m well aware of your thoughts, no problem, I’ll fully cooperate. I’ve discussed it with Maria already, regardless of what you and your master desire, we are willing to comply with your demands, as long as you treat us kindly, our nations surely won’t shortchange you."

"Is my analysis correct, Captain Modot? Or should I say, Canyue’s elite subordinate?"

Clap, clap, clap.

Modot clapped his hands, apparently in agreement.

"It appears I was right."

"Not entirely, Your Highness."

Modot said cheerily:

"Actually, you only got one thing wrong."

James II looked puzzled, but seeing the other party had not denied his analysis, he slightly relaxed:

"May I ask, Mr. Modot, what part of my analysis was incorrect?"

"Just one thing, guess why Sylia was so fascinated with me?"

Modot chuckled:

"I am not a subordinate of Canyue."

His form swiftly collapsed and surged, his skin turning ominously dark. His originally imposing features suddenly became incredibly refined and handsome. Modot’s body transformed as if carved from marble; every inch achieved the golden ratio, exuding an overwhelming charm that drove people to madness and obsession.

His pale short hair fluttered in the wind; Modot’s black-and-red eyes narrowed slightly, his Magic Armored Suit instantly fell off, leaving only his long pants remaining. His arms crossed, revealing beautifully lined muscles, and behind him, a pale blue tattoo flowed swiftly.

His aura instantly rose to Zeta Rank, his body’s energy blazing like the sun, brilliant and scorching, formidable as an Earthbound Deity, compelling one to lower their head, kneel, and beg for mercy.

"Allow me to introduce myself, as a courtesy: My name is Mordoctor Husserl."

"This name in my homeland means ’psychologist.’ Oh, it’s unfortunate. I’m not very fond of studying."

"You can call me by my nickname—Canyue."