Chapter 1237: Chapter 1237: Revealed In Hiding (Large Chapter, Asking for Monthly Tickets)
“This is for you.”
Roger raised his hand, pulling out an alloy sword and a transparent dicine bottle filled with black ointnt. “I couldn’t retrieve your short sword. I had soone make this for you earlier. It’s the most advanced alloy weapon from the Nolanka Group. Use it however you see fit.”
He Ao looked at his old friend in front of him and reached out to take the alloy sword and the dicine bottle. “Thanks.”
He lowered his gaze to the bottle. Inside, the black ointnt faintly emitted a milky white glow. Under He Ao’s gaze, it appeared to subtly squirm once, making the dicine seem both eerie and sacred. “Your external wound dicine has a new formula again?”
“Qiming dical College holds frequent seminars. Everyone shares their research ideas and results, pooling collective wisdom. This dicine is effective for Transcendents above C-level. I’ve also made a weaker version for regular people. It should begin mass production after clinical trials in a few months,”
Roger smiled, pulling a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. After contemplating, he tucked it back in. “You know about Qiming dical College, right? I introduced it to you last ti you woke up. Your ‘companions’ have probably shared info with you as well?”
“Hmm.”
He Ao nodded slightly but said nothing definitive. He pocketed the dicine bottle. “Thank you. I hope your dicine can save more lives.”
“Let’s hope.”
Roger nodded, shifting his gaze to the distant bombardnt outside. “Alright, your ‘friend’ sent an anonymous ssage, dragging from thousands of miles away to here. What happens next—is your ti to shine.”
“Got it.”
He Ao chuckled, gripping the alloy sword, and turned to walk toward the blazing bombardnt.
“Wait, should I stay here or head sowhere else?”
Just as Roger saw the young man’s youthful figure walking into the flas, it triggered a sudden thought. He shouted loudly.
Boom—
A deafening explosion roared amidst ferocious flas, engulfing the young man’s body.
Only his gentle voice lingered, echoing in the narrow alley. “Glorious Palace.”
Hearing this, Roger raised his head to glance at the ever-surging flas outside the alley and then turned to look back at the opened nutrient pod behind him. He sighed softly.
He raised his hand, prompting the nutrient pod to automatically close. Several chanical legs extended out from its base, clanking as the pod moved deeper into the alley with rhythmic steps.
——
The surging flas approached nearer, nearly obscuring everything outside the windows.
“Eve, transfer all my command authority to the General Staff Division.”
Lina, staring at the blazing inferno, made her decision quickly and without hesitation.
The General Staff Division and the Command Center were not in the sa location; they were deeper within the military.
This design was specifically ant to counter enemy decapitation operations.
“Transfer complete.”
The little girl in the red dress responded quickly, light flashing in her eyes.
“Eve, what’s the enemy’s combat strength like?”
Having confird the transfer of command authority, Lina finally exhaled deeply. She looked toward the little girl in the red dress and asked hurriedly.
“Judging from their speed,”
The little girl clicked open photo after photo, showing blurry figures. “The leader of the Transcendent team is likely B-level. Those following him should all be C-level Transcendents. We haven’t yet implented effective defenses. It’s estimated they’ll reach the Land Fortress at the Command Center in fifteen seconds.”
“The Automatic Defense System is mobilizing artillery for interception. Calculated survival rate is—”
She raised her hand. A bright red percentage icon jumped rapidly on her palm. In re monts, the nurator dwindled from double digits to single digits and continued to shrink.
Shells streaked across the sky, targeting the advancing squad that was closing in rapidly.
“Such a ‘luxurious’ decapitation team. They must really value .”
Lina didn’t watch the numbers in Eve’s hand. Instead, she inhaled deeply, looking at the officers and soldiers in front of her. With a bitter smile, she said, “Sorry for dragging you all into this.”
As she spoke, an ethereal figure burst forth from the flas ahead and appeared outside the windows of the Land Fortress.
Fine cracks spread across the reinforced glass window.
It all happened too quickly—so quickly that those present were ntally unprepared.
Lina stared blankly at the fractured glass amidst the roaring flas, her mind completely blank.
This is war.
She could’ve stayed far behind the frontlines. Yet, she didn’t regret her decision to join the rcenary corps on this expedition.
From the mont she walked through that villa’s doors, she had steeled herself for a potential “unexpected death.”
She only felt regret—regret that she wouldn’t witness the future envisioned by that once youthful, ambitious man.
The bright red nurical percentage in Eve’s hand dropped to zero.
At that instant, an ethereal figure materialized outside the Land Fortress.
He raised the alloy sword in his hand, his gaze cutting through the flas to focus ahead.
The little girl in the red dress lifted her head to look at the figure, and the all-zero percentage trembled slightly, reforming into a 1%.
The next mont, the alloy sword collided with the sword light surging out from the fiery inferno.
Boom—
The raging flas seed to et with a hurricane, instantaneously erupting into fierce waves of fire that swept to either side. As the fire waves spread, the previously level terrain trembled violently under the collision’s impact, sending nearby armor and war vehicles flying indiscriminately.
The massive Land Fortress wobbled like a reed in water, easily lifted and pushed backward.
Within the overwhelming shockwave, Lina grabbed the chair beside her in a hurry, narrowly avoiding being flung outright.
“Ahhh!”
Shouts of panic and confusion erupted nearby. In the chaos, Lina didn’t have the bandwidth to maintain order. Her gaze remained locked on the figure that had just stood before the Land Fortress.
That figure—seed, really seed···
Once the colossal Land Fortress carved a deep trench into the ground, it finally ca to a halt.
The panicked crowd gradually regained their senses.
The nuric percentage in Eve’s hand quickly climbed, surpassing 50% in re monts.
The raging flas dispersed to the sides, revealing only an expansive wasteland, with the slender figure wielding the alloy sword standing alone at its center.
And before that slender figure stood a person clad in an unmarked combat suit, wearing a distinctive alloy mask with black-gold stripes, now visible to everyone.
He Ao glanced at the text in his field of view,
[Sacred Grace of Life]
[Eternal Source, Your rcy Alights]
[Available Ti: 01:28:37]
[Use two Exchange Stars to acquire 1.5 hours of the skill “Sacred Grace of Life”? (Stars you currently possess: 13)]
Joey’s body is rely D-level, inadequate to sustain B-level Super mory Strength should it descend. Once manifested, this body would collapse imminently.
So when He Ao redeed Joey, he hadn’t planned to involve Joey in high-intensity battles.
But the ability “Sacred Grace of Life” provided the missing piece.
Not only could it heal others, but also oneself. While its imdiate recovery rate wasn’t high, it was sufficient to treat Joey’s D-level body, preventing its collapse and sustaining He Ao’s Super mory activation.
Earlier, He Ao hadn’t directly teleported here but had slain nurous enemy soldiers intercepting him, accumulating his first wave of life energy.
He Ao withdrew his gaze and focused on the masked figure ahead, smiling lightly. “We’ve co this far, and yet you still don’t dare to reveal your true face?”
The masked figure stared at He Ao, observing him up and down. A hoarse, artificially modified voice erged. “Where does your esteed self hail from, and why involve yourself in this war?”
He raised his hand, resting his wide scimitar on the ground. Figures similarly clad in combat suits and black alloy masks erged behind him, forming a single file.
Continuing, he said,
“If you would step aside and grant us the opportunity to proceed with this battle, I’d offer you cryptocurrency worth 1 billion federal coins.”
A billion federal coins.
Every person on this battlefield felt a slight tremor hearing this.
In the Internet era, figures like billions might seem commonplace. Yet for the majority, whose weekly wages barely reached tens or hundreds of federal coins, a billion felt like astronomical wealth.
Even the masked figure’s comrades behind him raised their heads, visibly astonished at their leader’s offer.
“An enticing price,”
He Ao gripped his alloy sword, smiling. “Seems you’re really pressed for ti.”
While the conversation unfolded, the surrounding artillery barrage didn’t let up.
Under the robust firepower of the Nolanka Group’s ground rcenary corps, the ambushing forces on both sides had been entirely suppressed. The aerial cha units were swiftly breaking through, about to surpass the obstruction forces’ firepower network.
“I take it you’re not willing to step aside.”
The masked figure looked at He Ao and raised his hand. “Then please, die.”
Six figures in combat suits charged forward, encircling He Ao from all directions.
He Ao observed their coordinated movents, his brow subtly furrowing.
These attackers were six in total, all C-level.
In most places within the Federation, C-level already signified a local ruler or self-made tyrant.
Even the captain of Nolanka Group’s second rcenary corps was rely C-level.
Because advancing to C-level was far more complex and resource-intensive than lower-tier promotions, most C-levels operated solo.
Groups capable of amassing nurous C-level Transcendents, consistently training them into formation combat, typically pointed to one answer: Military forces.
And those forces were likely backed by well-paying, resource-rich super rcenary corps or City Defense Army units.
He Ao watched the incoming Transcendents tightening their encirclent and took a step forward.
His figure seed to flicker, disappearing instantly from his original position.
The encircling squad swung and missed, and He Ao reappeared beside the leftmost masked figure.
Crack—
A cold flash of sword light lashed forth. The masked figure’s body trembled. Before any reaction, his form was cleaved into halves, spilling across the desolate ground.
Dead silence gripped the battlefield montarily. The other five C-levels stared dumbfounded at the scene.
C-levels could be killed, but they’d never seen one slain so effortlessly.
In re seconds, one of their comrades lay dead, defenseless.
Still reeling, they saw He Ao’s movents hadn’t stopped. He raised his alloy sword, striking decisively at another figure.
Bang—
Right then, He Ao swiftly swung back, deflecting with a crisp clang that echoed through the space.
The black alloy-masked leader appeared out of nowhere behind He Ao, bringing his massive scimitar down to block He Ao’s alloy sword.
Amidst this violent clash, He Ao trembled, retreating several steps to widen the gap.
The masked figure also visibly staggered, shifting half a step back as his boots sank into the concrete. Glancing at the corpse on the ground, he looked up at He Ao, his voice trembling slightly. “I will kill you.”
He Ao watched him calmly, his alloy sword covered by Divine Sense.
Monts ago, the masked figure had seemingly “teleported” in front of him.
This wasn’t like He Ao’s movent technique-based “flash step,” which was essentially “intuitive deception” and could be tracked by adept combatants with ample experience.
Instead, the masked leader’s skill resembled genuine “teleportation.”
Such capability suggested either supre mastery of martial arts and movent techniques or the use of a unique “ability.”
Evidently, the masked figure’s strategy relied on six C-levels briefly occupying He Ao before seizing the mont to “teleport” close and strike, aiming to injure him critically.
But he hadn’t anticipated He Ao evading six enemies, countering, and killing one—a delay cost him the advantage.
He Ao quietly assessed the masked figure, lifting his alloy sword.
In an instant, the remaining five C-level attackers, undeterred by their comrade’s death, charged boldly toward He Ao.
Using his peripheral vision, He Ao tracked the movents of the five, while keeping his core focus locked on the masked leader.
He saw the leader raising his hand, a phantom-like, red cloth-like holographic projection shimring briefly before vanishing along with his body.
This anomalous ability seed akin to… Magic?
Without a second thought about the incoming attackers, He Ao sidestepped backward and turned to slash behind him.
Clang—
His sword struck firmly against the massive scimitar’s curved edge.
“Hmm?”
The masked leader’s movents froze montarily, his gaze behind the mask betraying a flash of surprise.
Watching him, He Ao smirked faintly. “Miracle Magic?”
At those words, the leader hesitated briefly. He Ao seized the montary lapse, clenching his fist and landing a punch squarely on the leader’s masked face.
Crack—
A crisp sound echoed as intricate cracks spread across the black alloy mask.
The masked figure instantly recoiled.
But the damage to his mask was beyond repair.
As he retreated, the fragnts of his mask scattered.
Revealing the resolute, cold face beneath.
“So, I guessed correctly.”
He Ao evaluated the face calmly, smiling. “General Dick.”
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