Chapter 180 Unfounded Associations

Siberia, Buryat Oblast.

In the deeply infected zone, Base No. 3 was in complete disarray, reduced to ruins by relentless artillery fire.

Carlos, armed with two machine guns he pulled from his notebook, indiscriminately destroyed everything around him—those things really didn't look like machine guns at all; you wouldn't be exaggerating to describe them as giant siege weapons.

The modified bullets struck an off-road vehicle outside a repair shop, causing the entire vehicle to explode. Extremely hot white flames swept across the area instantly, and the resulting shockwave expanded violently, carrying with it a large number of sharp steel fragments.

The shockwave from the explosion swept across the entire block, releasing a dense mass of flammable material that seemed intent on burning and devouring everything in its path.

The moment the gale swept across the battlefield, Carlos stood up, braced himself against a collapsed beam, and leaped over it.

The violent explosion turned the entire repair shop into a scorching inferno. He walked across the burning earth like a god of war, machine gun in hand. A rocket whizzed past his left shoulder and struck a falling support panel from the dome. It exploded mid-fall, turning into a cloud of shimmering silver debris.

Carlos had no idea whether the two people on the other side had encountered him at other nodes before they arrived, but under this kind of firepower that was almost enough to annihilate a city, let alone his operatives, even if that idiot Sergio revived on the spot and used the butterfly effect, he would probably have a hard time withstanding it.

He stopped what he was doing and stared intently ahead. In the inner world behind him, Merlink had already hidden himself away and was scribbling something on a drawing board at top speed—they were all hoping to get two obedient corpses after such a wave of completely suppressive firepower.

Then they can quickly take the 'Destiny Rules' fragment away, try to contact He Yu and the others, and hold out until the mission ends.

But something was wrong now. Carlos stared intently at the chaos, gripping his machine gun tightly. He was certain that all the bullets had hit their targets. Pandora and Anru had been engulfed along with the pile of corpses and rubble. But the explosion was huge, and the blast wave created smoke and fire everywhere, severely obstructing visibility.

But soon, he saw it.

The girl climbed out of the enormous crater created by the shooting, her body still wreathed in white flames, still wearing that exquisite Western-style gown, a popular style for Eoubs parties.

She stood with her arms outstretched like a ruler, unconcerned about the waves of gunfire, staring at Carlos, and then gave a smile.

He found himself very impressed by that smile, which was exactly the same as his mother He Yu's. No wonder he was such a little devil who followed him around all the time; he was a master at copying others—they both liked to put on an act as if they were entitled to kill everything and get everything.

That's absolutely infuriating.

Then, he saw an even more outrageous and illogical scene—all the firearms, whether special guns or conventional bullets, rose up in front of that man and then dissipated like smoke—damn, it was quite unique at first glance—and a different kind of light suddenly flowed across the entire battlefield.

"Is this some kind of cheat code?" Carlos couldn't help but blurt out a curse.

“Indiscriminate cancellation rule.” Within the domain, Merlink spoke after a few seconds of silence.

"Really? Eoubs has this kind of shameless trait? That's something out of a science fiction movie!"

“Some people in the research department did conduct experiments on this technique before, and I didn’t know they had figured it out. It seems to be working on An Rushi—”

"I really thank you for noticing this sooner."

Across from them, Anru peeked out from behind Pandora, picked up a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it at her feet. The grenade instantly burst into flames between the two of them, then dissipated almost simultaneously, leaving behind smoke that momentarily obscured their faces.

Pandora stood amidst the smoke and fire, smiling as she watched her somewhat bewildered opponents.

How much longer?

Five minutes.

"Your mother draws so slowly, and you dare to call yourself a 'soul painter'?"

"Here's a pen, you draw it?"

Normally, fifty seconds would be enough, but right now the opponent's essence doesn't belong to this space at all. Merlink has to have 'Silent Poem' re-analyze the two of them before he can start making a judgment, otherwise it will be completely useless.

Given that his words were well-founded... or rather, Merlink's words were usually quite reasonable, Carlos tacitly agreed, realizing that he had to bite the bullet and stop him.

This was by no means a place to keep quiet, but there was only a depressing silence on the battlefield. Everyone understood the question: Is there any other way now?

No.

Carlos sighed and actually closed the notebook—of course, he had torn out a few pages he couldn't bear to throw away beforehand, and then he actually grabbed it and threw it forcefully at Pandora and the guy behind her who was maintaining an indiscriminate neutralizing force field.

At the same time, he raised his hand and fired a shot.

Before the other party could even speak, the special Noble Phantasm known as the Tampering Notebook was already in front of them, and then it suddenly exploded with a bang.

This is no joke. The extreme energy generated by the self-destruction of a forbidden object is enough to make the earth tremble for all the surviving operatives in the infected zone of Siberia.

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