My Avatar is Becoming the Ultimate BOSS Chapter 452 - 274: Storm Rising—The Surprise Attack on New L

"The prison is under attack, and the White Crow Brigade has already arrived," You Ruirui said, looking up from her phone, speaking rapidly.

"Oh, the Brigade’s actions are really quick. I thought they’d co later or not at all," Urushibara Ryuri raised an eyebrow.

"White Crow Brigade..."

Gu Qiye furrowed her brows. The faces of the twelve villains from the auction suddenly flashed through her mind.

"We must reach the prison as fast as possible," You Ruirui said, "The situation there is not ideal, and if we don’t arrive in ti, the warden will likely die."

After speaking, she looked up from her phone, gazing in the direction of the Hokkaido Superpower Prison.

Despite being several kiloters away, they could still hear the earthquake-like rumblings constantly emanating from the direction of "New Leaf Village" at the Hokkaido Superpower Prison.

Looking far into the distance, the sky over there was rising with a tornado composed of grey-white paper pages.

"The fastest speed, got it." Gu Qiye half-kneeled on the ground, quickly opened the suitcase, took out a mask with a lightning symbol, hesitated for a mont, and put it on.

Pressing the button beside his ear, the mask instantly conford to his head, with a thin tal film extending backward, covering the back of his head.

At the mont he lifted his head, the elongated eye sockets lit up, displaying a deep and frantic red.

"Then I’ll run straight over there," Gu Qiye’s voice suddenly beca hoarse and deep after being processed by the voice changer.

"The new mask isn’t bad, but a bit too dark," Urushibara Ryuri joked, "Rember, you’re ’Black Flash’ now, don’t mistakenly announce yourself as ’Blue Arc’ later."

"No difference," Gu Qiye said softly, "I am Gu Qiye, and just Gu Qiye."

"You might think about taking with you; I can create ice surfaces and slide on them, but I’m not as fast as you," You Ruirui said, reaching out towards him. After thinking for a mont, she changed to grabbing his arm.

"Iceland sister, if you want the big hero to carry you, just say it," Urushibara Ryuri teased.

"That’s an objective judgnt," You Ruirui emphasized.

Gu Qiye looked at her outstretched hand, bent slightly, and lifted her in a princess carry position. "This is safer."

You Ruirui was slightly stunned. Before she could raise any objections, black arcs of electricity burst from Gu Qiye’s body, and then transford into deep blue electric light—a more stable form, preventing harm to the person being carried.

Urushibara Ryuri suddenly stood to Gu Qiye’s right side, reaching to touch his and You Ruirui’s shoulders, "This should do. As long as you keep within a three-kiloter range from , I can bring you back at any ti."

Gu Qiye suddenly felt a subtle tingling sensation on his body, so he glanced at his right hand, where an unfamiliar diamond-shaped mark had appeared on his wrist, faintly emitting a blue glow.

You Ruirui also glanced at her wrist, "This is the activation condition of her ability."

Gu Qiye had no ti to ask for details. In the blink of an eye, his figure transford into a bundle of frantic electric light racing away.

A deafening roar suddenly resounded in the mountains, stirring the grass, trees, birds, and beasts in the forest. It seed that the slumbering mountains awoke at this mont.

Urushibara Ryuri watched the dazzling electric light, mostly blue with so black, vanish into the distance, curling her lips slightly.

"Brother, what will you do this ti?"

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Five minutes earlier, at the Hokkaido Superpower Prison, "New Leaf Village," located in the valley of Hokkaido.

The warden "Julius" stood at the entrance of the prison, hands clasped and holding a cane. He silently raised his head, his deeply sunken eyes looking toward the sky.

As if waiting for sothing.

A mont later, he lowered his head, his face shrouded in the shadow of his military cap.

Julius took a deep breath and closed his eyelids. Suddenly, the veins bulged on his aged forehead, yet his aged but still handso and upright posture stood motionless like a statue.

Julius found it hard not to be angry. This was the most absurd thing he had ever experienced. He was once praised as the "King of War," a Catastrophe-level Superpower User, seasoned in battle, leading his country to win countless battles.

After that, he was recruited by the Salvation Society, beginning to handle nurous tricky events for them.

He understood that the Salvation Society was the strongest organization in the world, and undoubtedly, he should be with the strongest people, which is why he beca a mber of the Salvation Society.

Starting from a few years ago, he was assigned to guard this prison nad "New Leaf Village," treating it as a retirent life. During this ti, due to his reputation, no one dared to harbor any ill intentions towards this prison.

But recently, word suddenly ca from the Salvation Society, informing him that a group of bandits nad "White Crow Brigade" had set their sights on this place, intending to break a criminal out of this prison.

Utterly arrogant and laughable.

The Salvation Society claid the White Crow Brigade was behind the destruction of the Whale Terrarium, repeatedly emphasizing that they were not simple and said they would send one or two people as reinforcents to New Leaf Village.

However, Julius only felt that those people they ntioned were all scum among scum, a group of arrogant individuals who hadn’t even touched the threshold of Catastrophe-level, only knowing how to seize opportunities—how could they be on par with him, the King of War honed from countless at-grinder-like battlefields?

Even though he was old now and hadn’t been on the battlefield for a long ti, he would definitely not be defeated by a bunch of bandits.

Julius was so certain in his heart that he rejected the reinforcents sent by the Salvation Society with an almost furious and resolute attitude. During these days, he stood silently at the entrance of the prison with a cane, waiting for those presumptuous ants to arrive.

Speaking of which, the Salvation Society had also warned Julius to be wary of a person called "Black Cocoon." If that person appeared on the scene, he must not be taken lightly, as he might be related to "restricted ability user 1002."

Restricted ability user? That green-horned kid? Every ti Julius thought of how the Salvation Society had him in that confinent room two months ago, playing house, punishnt gas with a twelve-year-old child, and even playing the red and black face with a man in a lab coat, he couldn’t help but want to laugh.

Julius felt mocked. Because he had witnessed a real restricted ability user.

In the Verdun battle more than a hundred years ago, he was defeated by a forr restricted ability user, a boy known as the "black-haired demon" on the battlefield. Julius didn’t even manage to see the boy’s face clearly before he was buried under wind and sand, rescued by soldiers many days later.

That was Julius’s only defeat.

He accepted the loss willingly, without complaint. He even considered it his honor, because from the start he was certain: if soone could defeat him, that person must be the most unique existence in the world, like Jesus, like God.

And that restricted ability user was just like that.

Julius’s thoughts wandered endlessly.

But at that mont, deafening alarm bells spread throughout the prison, like the buzzing of giant bees.

Blinding and dangerous red warning lights swept in from all directions, rging into curtains of light that floated over the iron-gray buildings of the prison, past Julius’s head.

Julius suddenly opened his eyes, lifted his head, squinting at the sky dyed red by the alarm lights.

A huge paper dragon was descending from the sky, made entirely of stacks of gray-white paper pages, vivid and lifelike. The pages forming its backbone swayed in the wind, like rising and falling tides.

And at this mont, four figures stood on the back of the dragon: a girl in a school uniform, a young man wearing a hoodie, a girl in a reddish-brown kimono, and a woman in a red dress.

The hundred or so soldiers behind them were first stunned, then shouted, "Fire—!"

Deafening gunfire erupted in unison, a barrage of ammunition intercepting the paper dragon descending from the sky.

The paper-dragon folded its massive wings, protecting the four figures, as if wrapping itself into a snow-white cocoon, descending straight down.

The resulting gusts of wind eased the impact of the bullets, and the hard paper shell showed not a single crack, as impenetrable as steel.

In no ti, the dragon reached the ground, causing a deep pit, then slowly opened its wings from the center of countless cracks.

Under the scorching midday sun, the four mbers of the White Crow Brigade once again revealed themselves from the dragon’s back.

Xia Pingzhou lifted his eyes, silently gazing at the panel that popped up before him.

[Main Quest 1 (Fourth Phase) Updated: Help the White Crow Brigade "Prison Break"]

[Rewards: 1 Attribute Point, 2 Skill Points, 1 Split Point.]

The Bloodline smirked provocatively, flicked her golden long hair, and stepped down from the crouching paper dragon, her pupils suddenly rising high, just like a dragon.

Imdiately, boiling blood suddenly seeped between her fingertips. The dragon blood was black, forming a black giant wing behind her.

As her red dress fluttered, a dark color suddenly appeared deep in her eyes. The hint of red at the corners of her eyes made her look extrely aggressive.

Yanmo Lin unsheathed her sword, the blade sweeping through a bright arc in the air. Her gray-white school uniform skirt swayed in the wind as she casually ripped off the floating tie.

"All retreat; these aren’t enemies you can handle..." Julius commanded the approaching army in Japanese, his words firm and powerful.

His face was solemn and shadowy, gaze fixed on the four of the White Crow Brigade, lingering on the Bloodline and Jack the Ripper. Heart murmuring: "Different from the intelligence, the strength of these four is clearly not Quasi-Calamity level..."

Thinking about this, Julius laughed. His laugh was savage and excited, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes deeply curling upward.

anwhile, thousands upon thousands of crow flocks suddenly descended from another angle of the cliff, like a black storm, carrying sharp screeching that could make people scream and scratch.

The whole prison shivered and trembled in this sudden chaos. The well-trained soldiers lifted their rifles, aid at the dense crow flocks, firing like they were hitting the clouds in the sky.

But they didn’t know the actual target, just shooting constantly under the drive of fear. Gunshots couldn’t even cover the deafening cawing of the crows, much less the thunderous sound as they flapped their wings.

Soon, as dense as a black cloud, the crows finally landed on the ground.

Faced with a black tsunami, soldiers were knocked to the ground. In such an environnt, firing would only cause friendly fire, but using guns to swat away the crows was futile.

It was as if plumting into a dark bog, where a monster suddenly surged from below, dragging them down, pulling them deeper into the abyss-like swamp.

"Quite capable indeed..." Without turning his head, Julius praised, removing his military hat to reveal his head of white hair.

The whole world trembled. Alarm sounds, soldiers’ wails, the crows’ frenzied cries intertwined, chaotic like a symphony praising doomsday, all in New Leaf Village were players in this sa tune.

But the old man still stood like a rock against the crashing waves, unmoved, facing the four of the White Crow Brigade head-on.

The next mont, he discarded the cane he held with both hands, and the ground began to tremor violently.