"So beautiful, like a jewel." Chichu Chun murmured, holding the chanical eye under the light.
Under the astonished eyes of everyone, the girl forcibly pushed this eye into her right eye socket.
Then, Chichu Chun looked at the shabby dagger in her hand, shrugged and threw it aside, picking up the fallen 'Alice' from the ground instead. She tried swinging it twice; the balance was just right, and a happy smile spread across her face.
Titans realized what had happened, and with a loud roar, intended to charge back. Surprisingly, Chichu Chun used her remaining arm, lifted Vlad II from the ground, and trapped him in her arms, the club hovering horizontally against his fragile neck.
The massive body of Titans froze, and the crowd from the Era of the Dead beca flustered.
"The boss is in her hands!"
"Oh no, she's caught the boss!"
"We can negotiate terms, release my sister, and we can leave this stronghold!" Edward hurriedly pleaded.
"My terms are..." Chichu Chun spoke lightly, winking at the surrounding Red Glow team mbers.
"You killed so many of us, and now want to negotiate?"
"I'm not negotiating with you lot!"
With that, she swung the club in a full circle, blasting Vlad II's head and instantly depleting his health bar, eliminating the girl from the round.
"President!"
"Sis!"
"Master!!"
Titans was the first to react, roaring and charging, but before he could touch Chichu Chun's clothes, he dissolved into the air. The surrounding Era of the Dead mbers could no longer sit still, rushing forward in unison, determined to tear the girl to pieces in revenge for their president.
Chichu Chun humd a cheerful tune, calmly dodging attacks, spinning around and opening a wardrobe to choose a Gothic-style short skirt, checking its size against herself, nodding when it fit, and adding black and white tones, decorating it with dark red gems at the chest.
Her long hair cascaded down, automatically transforming into twin ponytails, skull earrings drooping down, reflecting a lethal light.
anwhile, she turned slightly, swept the baseball bat across, blasting two people's heads, and equipped herself with a treasured chanical arm—Undead Armant v1, sourced from the 'Doomsday Bunker' instance, now discontinued.
The artifact quality reached hereditary level, soul bound, not deleted with seasonal updates, the only one in the whole server.
The Undead Armant automatically took samples, adapted, and evolved for its new host, integrating countless structures, gradually connecting to the program system of the 'Exterminator 3000' chanical eye, opening usage permissions.
Slightly flexing her fingers, Chichu Chun aid at another charging figure and fired, the scorching stream of particles instantly penetrated the person's chest.
Ssss—
A long hissing sound arose as the heat discharge port on the chanical arm popped up, white steam venting out, with ring-shaped light spots appearing in irregular red, burning waste spurting, a few new incineration shells loaded.
The cross-shaped pupils shrank, focusing automatically on one person, Chichu Chun's lips curled, dozens of miniature missiles shot out, turning that person into a human pincushion.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Continuous explosions echoed, countless people twisting and wailing in the fire, burnt to ashes.
It stands to reason that a Shadow Attacker outfitting themselves with chanical prosthetics would backfire.
Affecting stealth, not to ntion easily detected by electronic devices, increasing the chances of exposure, and possibly reducing mobility, so the common understanding among Stealth Professions is that at least body parts must be original.
But Chichu Chun didn't want to follow the rules.
She realized, since there are always people in this world who don't follow rules, why couldn't she be that person?
Impact on stealth; get so optical-characteristic jewelry. Worried about electron-detection; buy the invisible-effect cold coating. Afraid of insufficient mobility, why not just blow enemies to bits from a distance?
As long as the thought doesn't falter, solutions outnumber difficulties.
Chichu Chun and her Shadow Clone stood back-to-back, the chanical arm morphing into a light machine gun, the long ammo belt dragging on the ground, crazily sweeping at the Era of the Dead mbers in the room.
Watching the people scurry in panic under the rain of bullets, the girl couldn't help but laugh out loud.
The previously reserved heavy firepower finally ca into play today, with various thermite shells, fragntation grenades, arc darts, incineration cannons, and miniature missiles bombarding as if free.
A few Red Glow team mbers were alard, with the firepower just unleashed being at least a hundred thousand Federation Shields in cost. It's hard to imagine why their deputy president, being a Shadow Attacker, had so much heavy firepower in his warehouse.
Soone barely touched Chichu Chun's back, and before they could act, a dagger flew from the shadows, piercing their neck, killing them instantly.
A few Red Glow mbers quickly coordinated, joining the battle, starting the purge of the Era of the Dead, Su Sui quickly swept through the crowd, swinging both the Great Tachi and Small Tachi consecutively, where her way passed, blood light flashed frequently.
"Brothers, grab your gear, let's fight this crazy girl!" soone shouted as they were pressed into a corner.
"Fight them! We still have so many people, even a mouthful of spit from each of us can drown them. Don't retreat, charge forward!"
"Are you all useless? Just a few people can make you run all over the place. No retreat, I'll take full command from here!" Era of the Dead's squad leader stepped up.
"Holy Professionals, push forward first, Combat Professionals right after, Stalkers flank them, Hunters cut off their retreat, Magic Professionals stop standing idle, retaliate!"
"Where are the Necropolis people? Hurry over for support, surround them from front and back!"
With the Era of the Dead united against the enemy and counter-attacking, seeing the situation about to fall back into passivity, Su Sui ca beside the red-haired girl, Chichu Chun's cannon barrel overheated at this mont, in the process of reloading the Undead Armant.
"They have too many people, the Necropolis personnel will arrive soon, at this rate, we won't last long."
"Don't worry, I'm not in such a rush without a plan." Chichu Chun said. "Look, reinforcents have already arrived."
Looking in the direction the girl pointed, many cats wearing small crowns appeared in the periter, intercepting the Necropolis reinforcents halfway.
"No, it's the King Race, the King Race has arrived, ah!"
Before one person finished shouting, his throat was slit by a Long Saber, Yan Ze took the lead, rushed into the crowd using Blood Qi Burst, tearing open the newly ford formation of the Era of the Dead with sheer force.
"King Race, this is impossible, how could they be here?"
Without Vlad II, this group of desperados was nothing but a rabble.
Upon discovering the arriving forces were actually from the King Race, the Era of the Dead people panicked instantly, confused and at a loss.
"Charge in, we can't watch the Light Chasing Garden folks stuck in a tough battle!" Yan An waved a small flag and shouted, several petite figures flew past him, dealing with anyone blocking their way.
The inspiring battle cries echoed, yet shattered the courage of the remaining Era of the Dead mbers. Under the devastating encirclent of the King Race's elite army, the desperados didn't even manage to resist, morale collapsing, paying no heed to retaliation, no matter how the command scread, they fled individually, fearing the erasure of their hard-earned data.
They had just reached an open area when the King Race figures lurking from above popped their heads out, surrounding them tightly.
Instinctively retreating, they saw Yan Ze leading a group of people in pursuit.
"Quick, quick, log out of Oasis, retain combat power!" Edward's mind turned, shouting imdiately.
"No good, they're using a blocking artifact."
Finding themselves unable to even exit the ga, a pale despair rose in these desperados' hearts; the feeling of hoisting a rock only to smash one's own foot...
They could only place their last hope on the red-haired girl walking out with a baseball bat.
"The Dark Gold Rose said personally that whoever surrenders to the Light Chasing Garden would be treated well. We surrender, let us join you, we'll do anything!"
Chichu Chun laughed:
"Surrender, my big-headed ghost. Kill."
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