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Knives clashed.
clang!clang!clang!
The most extreme destructive power was displayed without reservation.
In the blink of an eye, countless airtight strikes were blocked and collided with each other.
To ordinary people, this decisive battle was nothing more than bursts of thunder in the sky, with lightning illuminating the gaps in the dark clouds again and again—as if lightning-wielding gods were traversing the heavens and earth, spewing out thunder and lightning.
For the inhuman monsters—the pseudo-Herrscher and the Queen of Lightning—every swing of the sword is an explosion of authority.
The mere radiation of energy, along with the extremely high and low temperatures of the air currents, was cutting through the clouds in the sky, and the huge craters in the clouds were being filled by even more clouds.
This is merely a slight fluctuation of energy transmitted from the battle on the ground.
Like throwing a punch or slapping someone, the resulting breeze will rustle the leaves in front of you.
In the clash of swords and the fiery sparks, the marks that should only be left by masters in rare circumstances have become the norm, and exquisite moves are used and clashed one after another.
I have no intention of communicating further.
He also doesn't believe he can communicate with Raiden Mei anymore.
Yae Sakura has truly come into contact with this will—a will that will absolutely not allow Jiang Cheng to die, and that will not care what it takes.
Perhaps it was because of the clash between swords, or perhaps it was simply because the emotions were too intense. It was like a spring that had been suppressed for countless years, and when its structure was almost crushed, it exerted all its strength to rebound and launch a final counterattack.
She is beyond persuasion.
This point has been firmly established, like a law of the world.
The fox spirit in front of me, from this era, has probably fallen for a human scholar, just like in the stories I read as a child. When she was injured after stepping into a trap, she was carefully cared for by a human... This story of redemption is just like those romantic tales.
This is such a wonderful thing...
It's amazing to see such a wonderful thing right after you come out.
At any time, Yae Sakura couldn't help but applaud.
but…
but…
"I'm sorry, I also have someone I'm looking forward to."
"I apologize for my previous rudeness. You are not an impolite young lady."
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I bought a book from a popular author, a specialist in playing Otto characters. It's very well-written, a pure love harem story. I hope to benefit from the author's popularity. The book is titled "Honkai Impact: Starting with Five Hundred Years of Lessons."
Chapter 16 Bronya's Spying
"Mother, a violent Honkai energy reaction just occurred at Chiba Academy, reaching its peak intensity of around 700. I wonder what happened to Raiden Mei..."
At the highest point of Changkong City, the towering building that once belonged to the Raiden family business and symbolized supremacy is now being trampled underfoot by a seemingly young silver-haired girl.
As an outsider, he stands atop the pride of the Raiden family, his right hand controlling the communication channel, communicating with others through countless layers of encrypted information channels.
"Only at its peak did it reach 700, barely halfway to the birth of a Herrscher. Most of the time, it was only in the range of 100-200, and the spread was not even enough to cover the school, not even touching the teaching buildings... Isn't this the negative emotion generated after being suppressed?"
"Bronya, speed up their suppression! Dignity, face, hope, emotions... whatever it is, crush it to the core!" The voice coming from the audio transmission seemed excessively urgent.
"Yes……"
The silver-haired girl—Bronya, the legendary mercenary from Siberia, the Silver Wolf—nodded without hesitation, responding with the precision of a sharp officer or weapon, "Bronya will remind them."
"They have already destroyed all of Raiden Mei's social and psychological well-being; all that's left is to further torture her physically."
Those silver-gray eyes, brimming with an air of utter indifference, remained completely unchanged from beginning to end.
Machines... even the most sophisticated machines will give the slightest feedback in response to external reactions.
The only exception was that seemingly naive and young girl, whose posture never wavered at all from the very beginning of the communication.
Artificial intelligence?
Do not……
Because after the communication ended, the weapon did not actively return to its sheath or storage room to polish and wax itself, preparing for the next time it was unsheathed.
She took a step forward and walked to the window, looking down at the bustling Changkong City from hundreds of meters above.
In the reflection of light and shadow on the transparent glass, those silver eyes seemed to tremble slightly.
call……
For the first time, Bronya's breathing was audible.
The commercial district beneath my feet is just a few streets that together house tens of thousands of people, while in the distant residential areas, a staggering 470,000 people live there. Six figures of lives are squeezed into this tiny space.
If so many people roared together and stood hand in hand to block each other, perhaps even the roar of a tank firing a shell could be blocked for a moment.
But tanks have long been replaced, and their value and destructive power are not even 73% of that of the lowest-end mechs.
If everyone were ordinary people, it would take about seven thousand people to replace one of the lowest-end mechs.
—In a way that exhausts all power and ammunition.
Therefore, Bronya's gaze did not linger on the bustling scene beneath her feet, nor on the streets that she had been completely isolated from as a mercenary, and that she could only witness once a week in the orphanage, a scene that even her weekly shopping trips would not have allowed her to see.
The silver gaze fixed precisely on the distant, faintly visible dark clouds, a cloud formation that covered the surrounding area for thousands of meters and was reported in the news as a sudden downpour.
Visibility was extremely poor; even from an outsider's perspective, it was impossible to see anything clearly. Beyond fifty meters, everything was a blur of white. The raindrops were so dense that they seemed to shatter upon impact in the air, leaving only a shower of water droplets on the ground. The sky was pitch black, with occasional flashes of lightning striking the ground directly.
The elevated bridges, whose edges are faintly visible, are about to be closed. White foam is floating on the vehicles, the ground, and the bridges. Even if the traffic on the bridge wants to rush out as quickly as possible, it has to slow down and stop.
One car after another slowly made their way forward. The horns of the cars ahead blared incessantly, like a boiling kettle, and the red light of countless brake lights pierced through the rain, as if the road was blocked.
What those people rushing home and those rushing off the overpass couldn't see was that the collapse had already cut the traffic at the front in half.
In a mere third of a second, a vision that could already be described as completely beyond human limits keenly captured that moment of silver light. The sudden explosion, shrouded in layers of dark clouds, was so bright that even darkness could not contain it, making the thunder seem like silver.
A silvery-white dragon snake meandered and twisted in the black curtain that covered the sky and earth. The world was shrouded in darkness, and the power to shake the celestial phenomena was manifested there.
Lawyer...
Even the most advanced mechs are like ants when they participate.
The efficiency with which they kill ordinary people...
—Uncountable.
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The sharp blade that cleaved through the rain fell to the ground, signifying the end of the inhuman battle.
The bright red bloodstains were gradually washed away by the falling raindrops, and the bright red foam eventually returned to silvery white, leaving only a last trace pointing in the distance.
In a low, ordinary room, the boy who should not have been a mangled, twisted mess lying on the floor was now back to normal. At least his face, which was not covered by the blanket, had returned to its former state. Only the part of the blanket that symbolized his right hand had sagged downwards.
Thoughts that had fallen into silence are returning.
His sluggish body also recovered.
The boy suddenly stood up, covering his face with one hand. Through the gaps between his fingers, he revealed bloodshot, eerie eyes that seemed to be flowing. They were no longer a pure gradient color, but were mixed with an increasingly deep pink.
Almost losing its iris, it was as if the outer shell imprisoning the cherry blossoms had broken down, causing some flowing substances to seep out.
"call"
"what"
"call"
He gasped for breath, as if he had just risen from the sea that covered his entire body, and was eager to expel the seawater from his lungs.
At that very moment, as his body trembled uncontrollably, causing the blankets to slip down, a warm, damp towel was suddenly placed over the boy's forehead.
In the instant I subconsciously looked up, a beautiful girl came into view by the window where raindrops were pattering.
Her long, smooth, deep purple hair was somewhat disheveled and mixed with dust. Her beautiful face appeared pale, and her purplish-red pupils were filled with worry.
However, none of these can compare to that beauty—poetic and picturesque, shimmering in the lightning flashing from who-knows-where, those sorrowful brows, those lightly bitten thin lips, and the worry reflected in their eyes at this very moment.
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!!!
—Raiden Mei!
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Chapter 17 Mei: I've already killed Yae-san.
The worry buried deep in those beautiful, slightly dim, yet reflective eyes that belonged only to the girl was slightly relieved when they reflected the boy's struggling figure as he stood up. However, the price was that Jiang Cheng's face turned very ugly—those delicate, exquisite fingertips that should have been wielding swords and turning pages of books, so delicate that they could be insured, were now soaking in scalding water.
The visibly rough towel was wrung out, and the water that had just been extracted was recycled back into the simple basin. The singer, once hailed as the embodiment of an era, now didn't even have time to tidy her messy hair.
She doesn't seem like the kind of girl who should be taking care of others at all.
No matter how you look at it, she should be the one being served.
At this moment, they are doing odd jobs that even people with a little money would not do unless they are so poor that they have to live in a slum.
On her pale, pitiful face, even her usually elegant eyelashes inevitably showed signs of drooping fatigue.
The faint blackness covering her eyelids was further proof that she hadn't had a proper rest, adding a touch of decadent gloom to her poetic face.
Raiden Mei...
How long exactly did they take care of me?
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"Are you awake? How are you feeling? The matter with Yae Sakura is over... Is there anything else you need?"
The girl's concern was delivered at just the right time.
Along with that worried look in his eyes.
They don't even care about themselves, yet they're paying attention to someone who just got out of bed.
"Don't worry too much. It's already a miracle that I'm still alive given my health. I'm grateful to have lived one more day. Besides, I don't feel any pain at all now, and I feel just as good as I did a month ago."
He twisted his body and pulled back a corner of the thick white blanket, showing and observing his own body—his entire body was wrapped in thick white bandages, including the gaps between his fingers, not even his fingernails were exposed. At first glance, it was even impossible to tell where his chest was or where his waist was, except for the part of his right hand, which was pure air.
The twisting body paused briefly.
His breathing suddenly became heavy.
The truth that his right hand was useless had never been so clearly revealed.
The world turned pale in an instant, and the awkwardness in my sleep and the reason why I hesitated to cover my head when I first woke up were clearly revealed.
I……
He has already transformed into Nero.
No matter how I try to comfort myself, I'm already grateful to be alive. Before I truly realize I'm alive, I still can't suppress the intense feeling of loss—the feeling that my right hand is now empty.
People are always more aware of what they have lost.
This 2 spirit VnIII2 filth is mixed with a little bit of everyone's the same.
Seeing this, the girl's already worried expression became even more worried, and her teeth, biting her lip, looked like they were about to break her bright red lips.
"Feel sorry……"
"I'm sorry."
Jiang Cheng finally withdrew his gaze, and for the first time, his eyes, which were no longer hardened by pain, drooped slightly—as a transmigrator, he was expressing his apology to the character he once played in the game, "This time I was arrogant and careless. Knowing more doesn't necessarily mean I can turn what I know into power. If it weren't for you, I would probably be dead here."