Chapter 104-103- Ghost Claw
The violent stream of magical light lasted for an unknown amount of time, shattering the walls of all the rooms on the top floor. Hot metal steam mixed with a burnt smell filled the air.
Large chunks of prefabricated floor slabs, broken and twisted steel bars, the remains of the gun barrels of the caster units, and the fallen shuttles were all piled here layer upon layer. Moonlight poured down unhindered, casting a silver frost over the tragic ruins.
Under a broken concrete slab, tiny pieces of gravel tumbled down.
Bryce, the "Dead Eye," lay there, his face covered in blood and one of his electronic eyes completely extinguished. He had intended to play dead, but after hearing the approaching footsteps, he had to crawl out from under the rubble and look in the direction of the footsteps.
To his surprise, there was no second person, no federal anti-terrorist team as he had imagined. The only enemy that existed from beginning to end was the silver-haired girl.
But why is there only one person!
This shouldn’t be the case and it’s not scientific!
The moonlight outlined the girl's slender figure, like a silver doll. Bryce's gaze slowly shifted upward, and he saw several rune-shaped halos of varying diameters spinning silently above the girl's head. They seemed to possess life, emitting distinctly different colors of light.
His throat moved, and he slumped to the ground helplessly, feeling as if his entire worldview had been overturned. A mage... a top-tier mage? But how could such a top-tier mage be here? Who was she?!
He immediately searched his memory, but none of the famous world-class masters had the image of a beautiful girl with silver hair and red eyes. It was as if she appeared out of thin air!
"Ah~~" At this moment, a scream came from the side. Bryce looked over and found that it was a small leader who had also survived and jumped from the 12th floor.
Normally, they could jump down from this position because they had gliding devices. If any piglet escaped, even a cyborg with an incredible weight and like an iron man could use the gliding device to fly down and go down the stairs easily.
But in the previous battle, he missed the best opportunity to escape, and the gliding device in the warehouse had been destroyed long ago. Jumping down now, with the cyborg's gravitational acceleration, would be pure suicide.
"Who are you?" Fear completely overwhelmed the pain. Seeing the silver-haired girl approaching, Bryce said nervously, "This is the general's territory. If you dare to touch me, the general will make sure you die without a complete corpse! There is no way you can survive in the entire Rusted Bone!"
"General?" Yvette stopped a few meters away from him. "Please introduce yourself."
"Who in the border regions of Rustbone doesn't know 'The General'? He's the boss of the Ghost Hand Society, and no one dares to disobey him! Even if you're strong, you're only one person, while the General can mobilize countless people to deal with you!"
Bryce said anxiously, as if he had grabbed a lifeline: "Stop now and let me go! I can... I can help you mediate! Otherwise, you will never leave Fusijiang alive!"
"Really?" Yvette shook her head and asked calmly, "Then let me ask you, who's tougher to mess with, the generals of the Ghost Hand Society or the giant company 'Lin Tu Biology' in the New Eden United States?"
Bryce was stunned, thinking how could they be compared? First of all, you have to define the extent of the provocation. If the matter is too small, big companies will not bother to pay attention to you, but if you are really targeted by a big company... then the severity of the matter is indeed much more terrifying than being targeted by a general.
"I cut the market value of Lin Tui Biology by one third, forcing the abdicated founder 'Old Cyrus' to apologize to the public and return to power... Do you think I would dare not offend your 'General' under such circumstances?" Yvette stared at him, and then felt that it was unnecessary.
Why explain all this to someone who is about to die?
"Ask 'Old Cyrus' to apologize? What are you bragging about... Hmm?" Bryce paused. He was also from New Eden, so he was no stranger to the big news from his homeland. Gradually realizing the other party's identity, he said with a pale face, "Are you that Wu..."
Instantly, a strong feeling of powerlessness surged within him—no wonder she was so calm! Compared to the enraged unicorn-sloughed creature, what was his immediate superior, the "General"?
but……
Can I turn myself in?
Since the other party is a hero of justice, they should also respect procedural justice, right? They will allow me to voluntarily submit to a court trial, right? Wouldn't that give me another chance of survival...
With this in mind, Bryce had an idea, intending to try to persuade him from this angle. But before he could even open his mouth, this "righteous hero who should have adhered to procedural justice" scorched his brain with lightning, leaving him no chance to plead for mercy.
…
After getting rid of the supervisor here, "Dead Eye" Bryce, Yvette patrolled around this floor again and executed the remaining high-ranking human traffickers who had not escaped one by one.
Of course, there were also other human traffickers who chose to jump off the building when they saw the situation was not good. During the fall, Yvette just watched on the surface, but in fact she was kind enough to secretly help the other party speed up with wind magic.
So, the cyborgs who had originally had a chance of survival by jumping down were now completely smashed into meat paste and discus. The scene was more than just tragic.
After confirming that there were no more living creatures on the top floor, Yvette walked to where the staircase had once been. Concrete slabs and metal fences blocked the passage. With a flick of her hand, the heavy barrier was blown away by the strong wind, raising a cloud of dust.
Below, Cromwell was standing on the stairs, looking at her nervously and blankly.
Due to the fierceness of the battle and the huge aftermath, he didn't even have the ability to take a look. From beginning to end, he stayed on the two lower floors until the movement upstairs subsided.
So he had no idea what was happening up there. He just felt like it had turned into a huge battlefield, and there was nothing he could do except worry about Miss Wuming.
After seeing Miss Wuming appear safely, he breathed a sigh of relief, but was also very shocked. He didn't expect that she could really defeat "Dead Eye" Bryce and "Black Sword" O'Cassi.
Maybe it's one versus two, or even more!
After all, human traffickers don't play fair, they will definitely come together.
"Can you wait a moment so I can go up and take a look?" Cromwell asked, excited and curious.
Because a huge cement slab blocked the entrance to the stairwell, he had no idea what the top floor looked like. He could only see from the balcony that gravel was constantly rolling down, and the noise was so loud that it seemed as if more than a dozen households were renovating at the same time.
As an undercover reporter, even if the undercover operation was unsuccessful, the reporter side of me is still there.
He planned to film the scene with the implanted intelligent brain in his body. When he wrote the manuscript later, he would try to restore the battle process for the readers, so that everyone could feel the strength of Miss Wuming and the sense of security standing behind her.
"Okay." Yvette had no objection.
Cromwell expressed his gratitude, then patted the dust off his clothes and walked upstairs, but after only taking two steps, he retreated with a puzzled expression and looked at the 12F sign in the stairwell again to confirm that he was not in the wrong place.
But... what about the attic? Where did the attic go?
How come the rooftop is right there?
…
Ten minutes later, Cromwell, shocked and speechless, came down from the "rooftop".
Although he had already imagined some intense battle scenes up there while waiting, he was still silent for a long time when he saw the real scene. He didn't know how to describe it in words - an entire floor was demolished! A 12-story building was directly reduced to 11 floors! Miss Wuming, are you a mage or a bulldozer? This is too outrageous!
Since the description in words is too pale, he decided to just post pictures and videos, and let the readers imagine what happened.
Then, he nodded slightly to Miss Wuming who was waiting in the stairwell, and the two began to walk downstairs, intending to meet up with Donnell, Reese and others below, leave here together, and go to the Border Bureau for help.
But after walking for a while on the dusty and gravel steps, Cromwell suddenly felt a bone-chilling sensation coming from all directions.
The next second, the scene in front of him began to distort and fluctuate violently!
The grayish-white concrete wall, once covered in stains, suddenly began to wriggle and bulge, as if harboring countless parasites. He rubbed his eyes and continued to look, only to see bloodshot eyeballs, inexplicably squeezing out of the wall, densely packed, layer upon layer! Their gazes, filled with endless resentment, converged in unison, staring at the two people descending the stairs!
Cold sweat instantly soaked his back. Cromwell was horrified and didn't know what was going on.
He subconsciously glanced downwards and saw countless translucent, vapor-like hands emerging from the dim shadows surrounding the steps where Miss Wuming stood. Silently, they emerged from the surface of the stairs, the edges of the walls, and even from the void beneath their feet, clawing at Miss Wuming's ankles, which were clasped by her boots.
Cromwell struggled and opened his mouth hard, wanting to shout and remind Miss Wuming to be careful with her feet, but the sound was stuck in his throat and could not come out.
Not only that, he was also shocked to find that even his use of the spell had become unsmooth. He tried hard to use the Water Wave Flame, but the rune ring took shape as slowly as a turtle.
How could this happen? Was it a ghost? Or was this just a nightmare?
Cromwell was lost in thought, and then he saw those transparent ghost claws wrapped around Miss Wuming's boots like spider silk, pulling and dragging her towards the shadow below, as if to drag her into the endless dark abyss.
It's over... Cromwell thought in despair. He had never seen such a strange thing before. For a moment he lost the ability to think. He could only watch Miss Wuming sink deeper and deeper, unable to help.
but……
Maintaining this desperate mood, after a while, he gradually felt strange again.
Because he found that Miss Wuming did not hesitate at all as she went down the stairs.
Her boots lifted and dropped with ease. Countless transparent arms, entangled in them, strained in vain before the sheer force, then twisted and deformed, like ants trying in vain to shake a tree.
What does this mean? Cromwell wondered blankly.
Then, suddenly, he saw Miss Wuming seemed to have finally noticed something. She stopped, raised her hand, and snapped her fingers lightly, sending a large amount of lightning and fire towards a corner in the shadows.
Then, accompanied by a silent but angry scream, the scene in front of him began to crack like shattered glass.
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(End of this chapter)
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