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## Chapter 1633: Two in One (Adding a chapter for Spring Autumn Cicada Sequence Alliance Leader)
"What in the world is this..."
Father Anderson truly hadn't expected these four mysterious people to be so powerful.
Even the blonde boy whose arm he had almost severed with a single strike earlier.
Now displayed astonishing abilities.
And the seemingly comical 'big guy' before him.
Not only could his lightning-infused fists instantly disintegrate his gun-sword.
He could also collapse the ground, control the land, and form all sorts of chaotic creations.
His strong body was also exceptionally tough.
When his blade struck it, it actually produced a metallic sound, leaving at most a shallow white mark.
Although the other party kindly explained it was a martial art called 'Iron Body'.
He still couldn't understand.
To be honest, Father Anderson was increasingly astonished as he fought.
He had already begun to suspect that if this wasn't Rome, wasn't Italy.
Relying solely on himself and the Section XIII he led, they might very well not be a match for these four people!
Where did these transcendent experts come from?
What were you doing before?!
There's a Vampire King over in London.
Instead of going to kill him, you come to the Vatican to act like thieves?
[Bang!]
A slight distraction caused Father Anderson to be sent flying by Armstrong's punch.
He rolled dozens of times on the ground before stopping dozens of meters away.
A massive blood hole appeared in his chest!
But that didn't matter, Father Anderson regenerated rapidly, recovering completely in the blink of an eye.
"Indeed, you're not a normal human either, but if this is all you have, it's impossible to keep us here."
Despite his words, Armstrong's movements didn't stop.
The first half of the sentence was spoken from his original spot, while the second half echoed from behind Anderson.
Father Anderson's pupils contracted sharply.
Who would have thought that a burly guy could possess such terrifying speed.
"This is Shave."
Following Armstrong's voice, the iron fist wrapped in golden lightning, fiercely struck towards Anderson's spine.
If this hit him.
Even he, known as a 'Regenerator', would likely be finished.
Alchemy lightning would disintegrate all flesh and blood and bone.
Just at this critical moment, a rustling sound appeared.
Pages glowing with golden light appeared out of thin air around Anderson.
At the same time, a faint blue energy barrier covered in scriptures blocked Armstrong's fist.
[Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz----]
The crackling alchemy lightning attempted to disintegrate these strange holy energy but had no effect whatsoever.
After all, Armstrong knew nothing about them.
The next second.
Father Anderson's protected body instantly turned into a flash and disappeared.
The holy energy pages floating around lost their radiance, turning into ordinary paper pages, falling onto the bronze ground at Armstrong's feet.
"Ran away?"
Armstrong was astonished, feeling that the other party wasn't someone who would retreat out of fear.
As expected, his gaze shifted.
Anderson's figure appeared not far outside the bronze court.
At the same time.
Above, more than a dozen attack helicopters marked with cross patterns had surrounded Armstrong, Guiche, Dietrich, and Aburame Naoki.
Infantry fighting vehicles could also be seen approaching on the distant road.
Meanwhile, the surviving black-clothed priests and black-robed nuns in the court were retreating outwards.
They had clearly received some order.
The Vatican saw that Section XIII couldn't take down the four, so they planned to use the army in Rome to consume their stamina.
In the blink of an eye.
Armstrong, Guiche, Dietrich, and Aburame Naoki gathered, standing back-to-back, each facing a direction of the enemy troops.
Bronze knights with drawn bows and arrows and bronze warriors tightly gripping spears stood ready on the outer perimeter.
"Don't worry, my Bronze Age can not only manufacture knights but also control the ground to form walls. It... it should be able to hold on for a while..."
Guiche's voice became less confident as he spoke, as he had also witnessed the power of modern era weapons/ammo.
"I'll go take care of those things in the sky!"
The demonized Dietrich looked coldly at the attack helicopters.
"Then I'll be responsible for dealing with the armored vehicles."
Aburame Naoki agreed, his hands in his trench coat pockets.
The dense insect swarm around him began to stir.
But just as they were about to launch their offensive first.
A voice using a loudspeaker suddenly came from the distance.
"Four uninvited mysterious people, you have nowhere left to escape. Immediately cease your resistance. I, representing the Thirteenth Section of the Vatican Papal Court, guarantee your life safety!"
On the rooftop of the distant Servian Baths ruins.
Bishop Maxwell stood beside Father Anderson.
He issued the surrender declaration with a triumphant expression using the walkie-talkie in his hand.
In his opinion, although the other party possessed extraordinary power.
They were now like trapped beasts in a cage.
Around them were not only the Italian army stationed in Rome.
But also the one hundred and eighteen Caratocabanuye Knights he had brought from the Vatican.
No matter how strong they were?
If it weren't for wanting to know their origin, he would have ordered them bombed already!
On the other side.
Armstrong, Guiche, Dietrich, and Aburame Naoki exchanged glances.
"Looks like we don't have to worry for now."
Armstrong chuckled optimistically, "The other side clearly wants to capture us alive too..."
"But how do we get away?"
Guiche scanned the surrounding situation worriedly, "Even if a transport plane came in this situation, it would be useless."
"We can try going underground. Aren't you an earth magic user? You should be able to create a tunnel, right?"
Aburame Naoki thought of Earth Release ninjas, who often did this.
Guiche awkwardly rubbed his nose, "Uh, sorry, my magic power isn't much left."
He seemed to have messed up again, sigh...
"Where's the captain?"
Aburame Naoki looked at Armstrong, alchemy should also be able to create tunnels.
"If there's really no other way, we can try."
Armstrong nodded, then said:
"But it probably won't last for too long. My mental power is far less in volume than my stamina."
At this moment, the amplifier mounted on the armored vehicles and helicopters, once again broadcast Bishop Maxwell's urging voice.
"Final warning, if you do not surrender in five minutes, our side..."
[Boom! Boom! Boom!]
But before he could finish speaking, three fireballs exploded in the air above.
Immediately after, three attack helicopters fell one after another.
This caused Bishop Maxwell, Anderson, and others to look up.
They instantly saw a large strategic transport aircraft, estimated to be over fifty meters long, appearing out of thin air in the moonlight.
This was the Star Realm Army's 'Milky Way', using phantom technology.
After all, its volume was large enough.
The internal space could completely accommodate the core equipment of the Illusion Tower.
The key was the height at which it was descending, which seemed unimaginable to everyone.
It seemed to be only a few hundred meters from the ground and was still steadily descending.
And during this process, it was using the two aircraft cannons below.
Taking down attack helicopters one after another with unimaginable precision.
And even taking out a few infantry fighting vehicles along the way!
As for the rockets fired by their attack helicopters.
They were all blocked by a faint green energy barrier that appeared around the transport plane!
How could they even fight like this?
Bishop Maxwell watched, dumbfounded, beginning to doubt if he was in a dream.
A moment later.
This 'Milky Way' strategic transport aircraft, while maintaining a low-altitude slow circle at a height of one hundred meters, suppressed the surrounding enemy troops with firepower.
At the same time, it air-dropped a blue metal box downwards, which landed right next to Armstrong and the other three.
When they opened the box lid, they found a long tube used to hold scrolls inside.
The words 'Flying Thunder God Array' were written on the surface.
Aburame Naoki's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked it up and poured the scroll out from inside.
Meanwhile.
Armstrong, Guiche, and Dietrich tacitly blocked the incoming bullets for him.
The bronze knights and bronze warriors on the outer perimeter charged into the surrounding military formation and began the slaughter.
A few seconds later, the scroll unrolled.
As Aburame Naoki injected chakra, the Flying Thunder God Array immediately lit up.
[Swish swish swish swish----]
In the blink of an eye, the figures of the six people disappeared.
When they reappeared, they were already inside the spacious transport plane cabin.
This made them breathe a sigh of relief.
"Report to the Command Center, 'Milky Way 101' has picked up the 'Greedy Wolf Star Squad', requesting return."
"Command Center received, 'Milky Way 101', return immediately!"
Bishop Maxwell below watched the transport plane calmly ascend, grinding his teeth.
Father Anderson also had a solemn gaze.
"What in the world is going on?"
"Didn't they say the satellites were unusable? Why can they use large transport planes!"
"And what are our air force doing? Why can such a large airplane appear directly inside Rome City!"
Bishop Maxwell roared incessantly, furious.
However, his attitude clearly treated Italy and Rome as subordinates of the Vatican.
Of course, in this world, that was indeed a predetermined fact.
"We're in big trouble."
Father Anderson murmured softly, then turned and walked towards Vatican City.
The appearance of the 'Milky Way' transport plane made him realize that there was a massive power organization behind those four.
It should be the same group that previously occupied Northern Ireland.
But now, communications between nations have been cut off.
Each nation is almost an isolated island, making it very difficult to contact each other.
What should they do?
South America.
Brazil.
Rio de Janeiro.
This place was the capital thirty-four years ago, in 1960.
Montana Max, in order to secretly control the high-ranking officials, made this place the lair of 'The Last Battalion'.
After completely controlling the nation, he had them change the capital again.
Every day, he would take some time to gaze at the statue of Jesus with outstretched arms, overlooking the entire city.
In his heart, he mocked the city protected by the other party, which was filled with blood-sucking monsters.
So where exactly are you holy?
Aren't all these monsters created by you?
In the underground war room.
Major Montana, dressed in a white suit, looked at the large map of Ireland Island before him.
Without turning his head, he asked Doctor Menggele behind him.
"Has Schrödinger not returned yet?"
Doctor Menggele smiled, "No, he probably ran off to play somewhere again."
"No, something happened to him!"
Major Montana suddenly turned his head, startling Doctor Menggele.
"Although Schrödinger is mischievous, he absolutely obeys my orders. Even if he goes out to play, he will tell me first!"
"But with his ability, how could something happen to him?"
Doctor Menggele said thoughtfully:
"Theoretically, unless he wants to die himself, no one can keep him or kill him..."
Major Montana, however, answered irrelevantly: "Has Solin also been out of contact for a long time?"
"Yes, but now that communications between nations are cut off, it's normal that we can't contact him, right?"
Doctor Menggele said, puzzled.
"Both happening at the same time is not normal!"
The glasses on Major Montana's face reflected light.
"Pass down the order, evacuate from here immediately. Except for important equipment, ignore the rest!"
"Huh?"
Doctor Menggele was stunned.
Meanwhile, Captain Bellwood, who was nearby, silently left to pack his things.
Three hours later.
A team of eight ninjas, infiltrating from different directions, entered this massive underground city.
After all, it was the lair that 'Millennium' had operated for decades.
However, they searched secretly for a long time but couldn't find the few people from Solin's memory.
But there were indeed many vampire soldiers with scarlet eyes here.
However, this mission's priority was to capture Doctor Menggele alive.
Secondly, to capture the pure-blood werewolf Bellwood alive.
Thirdly, the leader Montana Max.
So these vampire soldiers were not their target.
It wasn't until the ninjas discovered the empty war room that they realized something was wrong.
"We've been discovered!"
"Retreat!"
Although they didn't know how the other party had anticipated their arrival.
Jōnin Han, who was leading the team, still decided to leave immediately.
However.
Violent explosions suddenly began to occur in the underground passages and the core war room.
[Boom! Boom! Boom!]
The surging flame, like furious fire dragons, devoured every unsuspecting vampire soldier along the passages.
These were baits deliberately left behind as cannon fodder.
"Earth Release: Earth Wall!"
"Earth Release: Earth Wall!"
The ninjas caught in it hurriedly formed hand seals to establish layered defense for themselves.
In an instant, the fierce sea of fire, accompanied by collapsing rock blocks, submerged the ninjas one by one...
A few minutes later, all commotion ceased.
But the people in the city had long been alarmed, thinking a severe earthquake had occurred, and rushed out of their houses into the streets.
They were then appeased by the arriving police officers, who stated that the military was conducting an experiment in the suburbs.
Meanwhile.
Deep within the Santa Teresa Environmental Protection Area, a large area of ground was noticeably sunken.
Above, broken trees and animal carcasses killed by the vibrations were everywhere.
Just then.
Suddenly, several disheveled figures burst out from within the earth and stone.
They were the ninjas who had come to carry out the mission.
However, their numbers had decreased to six people.
But before they could catch their breath.
Intense scorching hot bullets shot out from the jungles in all directions.
Red tracer rounds drew a crisscrossing network in the air.
Four attack helicopters also flew in from the air, continuously firing 'Hydra' aerial rockets, providing firepower saturation against them.
And outside the encirclement formed by the vampire soldiers.
Led by Bellwood, Leaper, Alhambra, and other members of the Werewolf Unit, they had also taken their positions, standing ready.
They were just waiting for the bombardment to end before going in to capture the survivors.
"Hey, hey, hey, will anyone really survive doing this?"
Alhambra shuffled the playing cards in his hands, laughing playfully.
"Who knows, but since the Major said Solin and Schrödinger had something happen to them in their hands, there should be a few powerful characters~"
Leaper replied casually, holding the rifle in his arms.
At this moment, an afterimage quickly flew out from the explosion's fire.
The originally lazy Leaper's gaze instantly became sharp.
He pulled the trigger and fired without even aiming.
Han, covered in steam and wearing red armor, although severely injured, still keenly perceived the trajectory and turned sideways to dodge the bullet.
But just as he was about to leap onto a treetop to escape.
The bullet actually made a large arc in the air and shot through his right thigh from behind.
"What?!"
Han was greatly astonished.
This caused his movements to pause.
Immediately after, a dozen playing cards flew through the air, quickly embedding themselves all over his body.
The scarlet armor couldn't provide any defense whatsoever.
[Bang!]
Han fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
[Thump thump thump thump...]
The gunshots stopped, and footsteps sounded.
Bellwood walked up and looked down at Han's appearance.
But he still didn't say a word, his scarlet eyes cold and emotionless.
End of Chapter
"What in the world is this..."
Father Anderson truly hadn't expected these four mysterious people to be so powerful.
Even the blonde boy whose arm he had almost severed with a single strike earlier.
Now displayed astonishing abilities.
And the seemingly comical 'big guy' before him.
Not only could his lightning-infused fists instantly disintegrate his gun-sword.
He could also collapse the ground, control the land, and form all sorts of chaotic creations.
His strong body was also exceptionally tough.
When his blade struck it, it actually produced a metallic sound, leaving at most a shallow white mark.
Although the other party kindly explained it was a martial art called 'Iron Body'.
He still couldn't understand.
To be honest, Father Anderson was increasingly astonished as he fought.
He had already begun to suspect that if this wasn't Rome, wasn't Italy.
Relying solely on himself and the Section XIII he led, they might very well not be a match for these four people!
Where did these transcendent experts come from?
What were you doing before?!
There's a Vampire King over in London.
Instead of going to kill him, you come to the Vatican to act like thieves?
[Bang!]
A slight distraction caused Father Anderson to be sent flying by Armstrong's punch.
He rolled dozens of times on the ground before stopping dozens of meters away.
A massive blood hole appeared in his chest!
But that didn't matter, Father Anderson regenerated rapidly, recovering completely in the blink of an eye.
"Indeed, you're not a normal human either, but if this is all you have, it's impossible to keep us here."
Despite his words, Armstrong's movements didn't stop.
The first half of the sentence was spoken from his original spot, while the second half echoed from behind Anderson.
Father Anderson's pupils contracted sharply.
Who would have thought that a burly guy could possess such terrifying speed.
"This is Shave."
Following Armstrong's voice, the iron fist wrapped in golden lightning, fiercely struck towards Anderson's spine.
If this hit him.
Even he, known as a 'Regenerator', would likely be finished.
Alchemy lightning would disintegrate all flesh and blood and bone.
Just at this critical moment, a rustling sound appeared.
Pages glowing with golden light appeared out of thin air around Anderson.
At the same time, a faint blue energy barrier covered in scriptures blocked Armstrong's fist.
[Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz----]
The crackling alchemy lightning attempted to disintegrate these strange holy energy but had no effect whatsoever.
After all, Armstrong knew nothing about them.
The next second.
Father Anderson's protected body instantly turned into a flash and disappeared.
The holy energy pages floating around lost their radiance, turning into ordinary paper pages, falling onto the bronze ground at Armstrong's feet.
"Ran away?"
Armstrong was astonished, feeling that the other party wasn't someone who would retreat out of fear.
As expected, his gaze shifted.
Anderson's figure appeared not far outside the bronze court.
At the same time.
Above, more than a dozen attack helicopters marked with cross patterns had surrounded Armstrong, Guiche, Dietrich, and Aburame Naoki.
Infantry fighting vehicles could also be seen approaching on the distant road.
Meanwhile, the surviving black-clothed priests and black-robed nuns in the court were retreating outwards.
They had clearly received some order.
The Vatican saw that Section XIII couldn't take down the four, so they planned to use the army in Rome to consume their stamina.
In the blink of an eye.
Armstrong, Guiche, Dietrich, and Aburame Naoki gathered, standing back-to-back, each facing a direction of the enemy troops.
Bronze knights with drawn bows and arrows and bronze warriors tightly gripping spears stood ready on the outer perimeter.
"Don't worry, my Bronze Age can not only manufacture knights but also control the ground to form walls. It... it should be able to hold on for a while..."
Guiche's voice became less confident as he spoke, as he had also witnessed the power of modern era weapons/ammo.
"I'll go take care of those things in the sky!"
The demonized Dietrich looked coldly at the attack helicopters.
"Then I'll be responsible for dealing with the armored vehicles."
Aburame Naoki agreed, his hands in his trench coat pockets.
The dense insect swarm around him began to stir.
But just as they were about to launch their offensive first.
A voice using a loudspeaker suddenly came from the distance.
"Four uninvited mysterious people, you have nowhere left to escape. Immediately cease your resistance. I, representing the Thirteenth Section of the Vatican Papal Court, guarantee your life safety!"
On the rooftop of the distant Servian Baths ruins.
Bishop Maxwell stood beside Father Anderson.
He issued the surrender declaration with a triumphant expression using the walkie-talkie in his hand.
In his opinion, although the other party possessed extraordinary power.
They were now like trapped beasts in a cage.
Around them were not only the Italian army stationed in Rome.
But also the one hundred and eighteen Caratocabanuye Knights he had brought from the Vatican.
No matter how strong they were?
If it weren't for wanting to know their origin, he would have ordered them bombed already!
On the other side.
Armstrong, Guiche, Dietrich, and Aburame Naoki exchanged glances.
"Looks like we don't have to worry for now."
Armstrong chuckled optimistically, "The other side clearly wants to capture us alive too..."
"But how do we get away?"
Guiche scanned the surrounding situation worriedly, "Even if a transport plane came in this situation, it would be useless."
"We can try going underground. Aren't you an earth magic user? You should be able to create a tunnel, right?"
Aburame Naoki thought of Earth Release ninjas, who often did this.
Guiche awkwardly rubbed his nose, "Uh, sorry, my magic power isn't much left."
He seemed to have messed up again, sigh...
"Where's the captain?"
Aburame Naoki looked at Armstrong, alchemy should also be able to create tunnels.
"If there's really no other way, we can try."
Armstrong nodded, then said:
"But it probably won't last for too long. My mental power is far less in volume than my stamina."
At this moment, the amplifier mounted on the armored vehicles and helicopters, once again broadcast Bishop Maxwell's urging voice.
"Final warning, if you do not surrender in five minutes, our side..."
[Boom! Boom! Boom!]
But before he could finish speaking, three fireballs exploded in the air above.
Immediately after, three attack helicopters fell one after another.
This caused Bishop Maxwell, Anderson, and others to look up.
They instantly saw a large strategic transport aircraft, estimated to be over fifty meters long, appearing out of thin air in the moonlight.
This was the Star Realm Army's 'Milky Way', using phantom technology.
After all, its volume was large enough.
The internal space could completely accommodate the core equipment of the Illusion Tower.
The key was the height at which it was descending, which seemed unimaginable to everyone.
It seemed to be only a few hundred meters from the ground and was still steadily descending.
And during this process, it was using the two aircraft cannons below.
Taking down attack helicopters one after another with unimaginable precision.
And even taking out a few infantry fighting vehicles along the way!
As for the rockets fired by their attack helicopters.
They were all blocked by a faint green energy barrier that appeared around the transport plane!
How could they even fight like this?
Bishop Maxwell watched, dumbfounded, beginning to doubt if he was in a dream.
A moment later.
This 'Milky Way' strategic transport aircraft, while maintaining a low-altitude slow circle at a height of one hundred meters, suppressed the surrounding enemy troops with firepower.
At the same time, it air-dropped a blue metal box downwards, which landed right next to Armstrong and the other three.
When they opened the box lid, they found a long tube used to hold scrolls inside.
The words 'Flying Thunder God Array' were written on the surface.
Aburame Naoki's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked it up and poured the scroll out from inside.
Meanwhile.
Armstrong, Guiche, and Dietrich tacitly blocked the incoming bullets for him.
The bronze knights and bronze warriors on the outer perimeter charged into the surrounding military formation and began the slaughter.
A few seconds later, the scroll unrolled.
As Aburame Naoki injected chakra, the Flying Thunder God Array immediately lit up.
[Swish swish swish swish----]
In the blink of an eye, the figures of the six people disappeared.
When they reappeared, they were already inside the spacious transport plane cabin.
This made them breathe a sigh of relief.
"Report to the Command Center, 'Milky Way 101' has picked up the 'Greedy Wolf Star Squad', requesting return."
"Command Center received, 'Milky Way 101', return immediately!"
Bishop Maxwell below watched the transport plane calmly ascend, grinding his teeth.
Father Anderson also had a solemn gaze.
"What in the world is going on?"
"Didn't they say the satellites were unusable? Why can they use large transport planes!"
"And what are our air force doing? Why can such a large airplane appear directly inside Rome City!"
Bishop Maxwell roared incessantly, furious.
However, his attitude clearly treated Italy and Rome as subordinates of the Vatican.
Of course, in this world, that was indeed a predetermined fact.
"We're in big trouble."
Father Anderson murmured softly, then turned and walked towards Vatican City.
The appearance of the 'Milky Way' transport plane made him realize that there was a massive power organization behind those four.
It should be the same group that previously occupied Northern Ireland.
But now, communications between nations have been cut off.
Each nation is almost an isolated island, making it very difficult to contact each other.
What should they do?
South America.
Brazil.
Rio de Janeiro.
This place was the capital thirty-four years ago, in 1960.
Montana Max, in order to secretly control the high-ranking officials, made this place the lair of 'The Last Battalion'.
After completely controlling the nation, he had them change the capital again.
Every day, he would take some time to gaze at the statue of Jesus with outstretched arms, overlooking the entire city.
In his heart, he mocked the city protected by the other party, which was filled with blood-sucking monsters.
So where exactly are you holy?
Aren't all these monsters created by you?
In the underground war room.
Major Montana, dressed in a white suit, looked at the large map of Ireland Island before him.
Without turning his head, he asked Doctor Menggele behind him.
"Has Schrödinger not returned yet?"
Doctor Menggele smiled, "No, he probably ran off to play somewhere again."
"No, something happened to him!"
Major Montana suddenly turned his head, startling Doctor Menggele.
"Although Schrödinger is mischievous, he absolutely obeys my orders. Even if he goes out to play, he will tell me first!"
"But with his ability, how could something happen to him?"
Doctor Menggele said thoughtfully:
"Theoretically, unless he wants to die himself, no one can keep him or kill him..."
Major Montana, however, answered irrelevantly: "Has Solin also been out of contact for a long time?"
"Yes, but now that communications between nations are cut off, it's normal that we can't contact him, right?"
Doctor Menggele said, puzzled.
"Both happening at the same time is not normal!"
The glasses on Major Montana's face reflected light.
"Pass down the order, evacuate from here immediately. Except for important equipment, ignore the rest!"
"Huh?"
Doctor Menggele was stunned.
Meanwhile, Captain Bellwood, who was nearby, silently left to pack his things.
Three hours later.
A team of eight ninjas, infiltrating from different directions, entered this massive underground city.
After all, it was the lair that 'Millennium' had operated for decades.
However, they searched secretly for a long time but couldn't find the few people from Solin's memory.
But there were indeed many vampire soldiers with scarlet eyes here.
However, this mission's priority was to capture Doctor Menggele alive.
Secondly, to capture the pure-blood werewolf Bellwood alive.
Thirdly, the leader Montana Max.
So these vampire soldiers were not their target.
It wasn't until the ninjas discovered the empty war room that they realized something was wrong.
"We've been discovered!"
"Retreat!"
Although they didn't know how the other party had anticipated their arrival.
Jōnin Han, who was leading the team, still decided to leave immediately.
However.
Violent explosions suddenly began to occur in the underground passages and the core war room.
[Boom! Boom! Boom!]
The surging flame, like furious fire dragons, devoured every unsuspecting vampire soldier along the passages.
These were baits deliberately left behind as cannon fodder.
"Earth Release: Earth Wall!"
"Earth Release: Earth Wall!"
The ninjas caught in it hurriedly formed hand seals to establish layered defense for themselves.
In an instant, the fierce sea of fire, accompanied by collapsing rock blocks, submerged the ninjas one by one...
A few minutes later, all commotion ceased.
But the people in the city had long been alarmed, thinking a severe earthquake had occurred, and rushed out of their houses into the streets.
They were then appeased by the arriving police officers, who stated that the military was conducting an experiment in the suburbs.
Meanwhile.
Deep within the Santa Teresa Environmental Protection Area, a large area of ground was noticeably sunken.
Above, broken trees and animal carcasses killed by the vibrations were everywhere.
Just then.
Suddenly, several disheveled figures burst out from within the earth and stone.
They were the ninjas who had come to carry out the mission.
However, their numbers had decreased to six people.
But before they could catch their breath.
Intense scorching hot bullets shot out from the jungles in all directions.
Red tracer rounds drew a crisscrossing network in the air.
Four attack helicopters also flew in from the air, continuously firing 'Hydra' aerial rockets, providing firepower saturation against them.
And outside the encirclement formed by the vampire soldiers.
Led by Bellwood, Leaper, Alhambra, and other members of the Werewolf Unit, they had also taken their positions, standing ready.
They were just waiting for the bombardment to end before going in to capture the survivors.
"Hey, hey, hey, will anyone really survive doing this?"
Alhambra shuffled the playing cards in his hands, laughing playfully.
"Who knows, but since the Major said Solin and Schrödinger had something happen to them in their hands, there should be a few powerful characters~"
Leaper replied casually, holding the rifle in his arms.
At this moment, an afterimage quickly flew out from the explosion's fire.
The originally lazy Leaper's gaze instantly became sharp.
He pulled the trigger and fired without even aiming.
Han, covered in steam and wearing red armor, although severely injured, still keenly perceived the trajectory and turned sideways to dodge the bullet.
But just as he was about to leap onto a treetop to escape.
The bullet actually made a large arc in the air and shot through his right thigh from behind.
"What?!"
Han was greatly astonished.
This caused his movements to pause.
Immediately after, a dozen playing cards flew through the air, quickly embedding themselves all over his body.
The scarlet armor couldn't provide any defense whatsoever.
[Bang!]
Han fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
[Thump thump thump thump...]
The gunshots stopped, and footsteps sounded.
Bellwood walked up and looked down at Han's appearance.
But he still didn't say a word, his scarlet eyes cold and emotionless.
End of Chapter
