Meteor Fall Master in the 'Starry Abyss'
Chapter 81 - 065. Temporary Agreement

Chapter 81: 065. Temporary Agreement

Boom!

Gunpowder gases burst from her feet in an instant, propelling her body backward ten meters in a blink. It was a narrow escape from the Infant Eater’s second claw strike.

"With that kind of strength—if I get hit three times, I’m done for."

Shaken, Nimotin’s body, armed with firearms, her left arm’s prosthetic rifle, and the siege cannon implanted in her legs, fired at the weak spots of the Infant Eater under the assistance of her plug-ins.

Bang, bang, boom—Boom!

The bullets, just like raindrops hitting the asphalt, shattered in despair against the combat armor of that explosive ordnance disposal technician. Even the siege cannon, capable of destroying a small car, failed to have the intended effect.

"You should be grateful for your country."

The Infant Eater said casually:

"Without the plug-ins it provided, you would’ve died long ago."

Nimotin did a somersault to land, narrowly dodging Zhu Baiya’s three continuous gunshots. Taking advantage of the moment he reloaded, she suddenly exploded with Qi Energy, kicking him away with force.

As she stood her ground again, the words of the Infant Eater slowly reached her ears, and Nimotin shrugged with a cold laugh:

"Heh, a Transcendent like you can’t possibly be cultivated in the Outer World."

Bang!

The Infant Eater, devoid of the etiquette and dignity of the elite, immediately launched a sneak attack while she was speaking, with biological electric arcs shining in his hands.

"Zhu Baiya, what are you spacing out for?" The Infant Eater glanced at Zhu Baiya, who was passively watching: "Get the stuff on the van, the infants are enough."

"Yes!" Zhu Baiya, having been kicked by Nimotin, had nearly lost half his life. As an Alpha Stage Transcendent, he was no match for an elite warrior like Nimotin. With the Infant Eater’s instruction, he immediately fled the battlefield.

Confronted with the Infant Eater’s biochemical electric arcs, Nimotin’s face changed.

This kind of high-voltage shock was the nemesis of Assassins like her.

Human body signals rely on electrical transmission, so being hit by electricity results in spasms, paralysis, and weakness in all muscles.

Even if the special attributes of Qi Energy allow resistance to reduce damage, it won’t lead to instant death by electrocution. But an Assassin is not a Martial Artist, who, at worst, would twitch a bit and continue to beat up their foe. May even get more pumped up after being stimulated by electrotherapy.

For Assassins focusing on dexterity and strength, if they get touched, their agility and high mobility will be instantly nullified, and they can only wait to be slaughtered helplessly.

Moreover, she was facing the Infant Eater, a Beta Rank Biochemist who could disable with one hit, paralyze with two, and send to hell with three.

"He hasn’t even used his other methods, and just his physical strength is already this powerful..."

Nimotin became cautious.

Biochemists and Mechanics, though they focus on intellect and mental power, could modify themselves into biochemical monsters or electronic modified humans, which is indeed a practical school of thought.

However, practitioners of these two ’king of occupations’ generally look down on others, and it’s rare to hear of any who perform self-modifications.

Let alone... to this extent.

Drip—!

The Infant Eater had injected himself with another drug, and his robe immediately strained against the swollen muscles. He tilted his head and launched a punch abruptly.

The greater the strength, the faster the explosion of speed!

You must not get grazed!

[Nomadic Tribe Military—Overclock]

Slits opened on the sides of Nimotin’s neck and temples, rapidly ejecting blue coolant. Intelligent chips predicted various action paths and impact positions for the swings of the Infant Eater.

"How can your body, built up on biochemical potions, compare to my thoroughly tempered flesh!"

She flicked her blade skillfully, lodging it between the Infant Eater’s neck and shoulder, and instantly burst with Qi Energy. Her body soared, stepping on the Infant Eater’s knee, and in mid-air, she twisted half a turn using gravity to drive the other recurve blade hard into the gap in his shoulder blade armor.

Hissss!

Blood splattered!

The shoulder blade of the Infant Eater was pierced by the blade, and his body sank, kneeling to the ground.

Nimotin landed, the blade that had stabbed into the flesh twisted and bent.

"Hm?"

Nimotin was surprised.

Even with her beautiful strike, solely relying on gravity, she shouldn’t have been able to penetrate the armor and hit flesh.

And at that moment, for no reason, her body seemed to become ten times heavier.

"...Ah?"

The Infant Eater looked on with interest at the figure slowly emerging from the darkness, and the voice was again ambiguous in gender:

"So the little squirrel isn’t hiding anymore? A wise small creature should know to sit back and profit from the fisherman’s gain,"

The yellow-black windbreaker was whipped up by the fierce wind, with a low hood and a breath mask concealing his face, yet Nimotin immediately recognized his true identity after scanning his physical characteristics:

"Scavenger? No—Li Aozi?"

She was a bit confused, looking once at the Infant Eater with a playful demeanor and then again at Li Aozi.

"You—are you not together?"

"Li Aozi?"

The Infant Eater tilted his head slightly, thoughtfully stroking his chin:

"That name does sound unpleasant, but your operation just now wasn’t bad—increasing her gravitational acceleration the moment she fell and then withdrawing it in time, or else she would have been killed by my claw before hitting the ground."

Nimotin’s brain was having trouble keeping up, continuously using military-grade plugins had brought a heavy load to her neural system, and her ability to think was steadily declining:

"You..."

What’s going on?

Isn’t he an Imperial Natizen of the Red Arrow Empire?

This Beta Rank Biochemist, isn’t he part of his group?

Why would he help me?

Overclocking had caused Nimotin’s brain to overload in a physical sense, making her thoughts extremely rigid. Just then, Li Aozi suddenly took off his mask, revealing a handsome face:

"I have some dirt on Frost Plated that I don’t want falling into the hands of the Empire, just hold him off for 10 minutes."

"Scandal—why should I believe you?"

Nimotin instinctively retorted, then paused.

Isn’t that why I’ve been chasing him for so long, because as an Imperial spy, he holds Frost Plated’s secret intelligence?

For some reason, Li Aozi now wanted to take down the Infant Eater, proactively proposing cooperation—intelligence in exchange for combat capability. She thought about it and it seemed not to affect the situation at all.

The Four Nations had always been limiting the high-rank combat power from the Outer World, especially individual powerhouses, who could easily become uncontrollable forces, causing disruptions to strategies.

Moreover, a Beta Rank Biochemist wouldn’t possibly be native to the Outer World, who knows what extraordinary knowledge stored in his brain could be of help to the Republic—it was not without value...

It was just 10 minutes after all, and as an Alpha Stage Assassin, Nimotin had already tagged Li Aozi’s scent.

That way, he could never escape her tracking range.

"Run then, run all you want."

Nimotin scoffed.

Li Aozi threw a syringe of ’Zunisidine’ towards her, she glimpsed at him unexpectedly, this drug was a panacea for Qi Strength Cultivators of the ’Destroyer’ series, it could save lives at a critical moment, and even the Four Nations controlled it tightly.

"I’ll come to support you after 10 minutes," Li Aozi said as he turned and ran off. "Don’t die before then."

It seemed he was quite sincere—Nimotin made up her mind.

After all, there was no loss, that syringe of Zunisidine was not cheap; it was good to keep for saving her own life.

As for the Infant Eater—deal with him first and think later.

Bang!

Nimotin suddenly burst into action, raising her blade and charging at the Infant Eater.

"Foolish."

The Infant Eater contemptuously spit out a taunt:

"Reliance on external objects only makes you foolish and weak."

Crackle crack—

Blue biological electrical arcs blossomed in the palm of the Infant Eater’s hand, forcing Nimotin to retreat instantaneously.

His face armor opened its mouth, sticking out a forked tongue similar to that of a reptile.

"You’ve lost, agent. Not because you’re weaker than me. But because..."

The Infant Eater continued indifferently as two cylindrical projectiles shot out from behind him.

"...I am a scientist."

Hiss—

The projectiles hit the ground and immediately burst, regardless of the fierce wind. The dark green smoke quickly spread over the entire field, and under the cover of the poison fog, steel corroded, and flesh withered.