Chapter 793: Chapter 566: Report Complete
The pale mask…
Fleeting in the eyes of the Imperial soldiers, yet deeply etched in their hearts.
Then, chills ran through their bodies.
They swore they had never seen a Federation soldier wearing such a ghostly mask. Could it be a newly supported super soldier?
However, when that figure charged violently with a shield, they had no more time to think.
Damn it!
Trying to break through their firing line with just a body?
“Shoot!”
“Concentrate fire suppression!”
The remaining Imperial soldiers who survived the explosion quickly aimed their guns at the charging figure.
Yet the reality was unexpected for them, as that figure moved so fast, far beyond their imagination!
Such mobility already far surpassed their understanding of the human body, even more exaggerated than someone wearing exoskeleton armor!
Most of the barrage missed, with only a few bullets densely echoing in front of Mu Fan.
However, Mu Fan, who charged fiercely with heavy footsteps, was like a heavy tank on a final sprint, carrying an unmatched demeanor.
Mu Fan’s cold gaze swept the surroundings into his mind.
Fifty meters, thirty meters, fifteen meters…
Mu Fan managed to cover nearly forty meters while blocking the pulse rifle bullets with a heavy explosion-proof shield.
Then, in the opponent’s terrified eyes, he leaped forward…
Completely disappearing from their view.
Hmm?
Where is he?
“Watch the rock layers!”
After a soldier’s reminder, everyone realized they were in the stratified Fire Hills, and the enemy must have used terrain to hide in the layers.
Indeed, Mu Fan had swiftly entered the rock layers.
Moreover, upon landing, he discarded the almost-maxed explosion-proof shield.
Mu Fan’s weaponry was now reduced to two items.
A large pulse pistol holstered at his waist.
And a military manganese steel blade roughly forty centimeters long, sheathed in the leg strap.
With closed eyes, the spiritual perception, enhanced by the pale mask and Dark Breath, spread out.
Not far above him, vague outlines of soldiers began to form in his mind.
What is a Martial Arts Grandmaster?
It’s not merely physical strength breaking limits but a comprehensive breakthrough from spirit to body.
This place…
Is his battlefield.
His right hand removed the manganese steel blade from the leg, and then both hands gripped horizontally, drawing the all-black, zero-reflective saber.
His gaze indifferent and icy.
Enemy, face-to-face, no death, no rest…
These eight words set the ultimate tone for Mu Fan’s confrontation with the Imperial soldiers.
Mu Fan gently stepped out, his figure slowly disappearing into the shadows under the layer of rocks.
…
“Mu Fan’s figure has disappeared.”
…
“The radio of the recruits remained in silence.”
…
“Captain, there’s already chaos in the Imperial infiltration unit.”
Messages began compiling in the voice channel, and Sergeant Daniel remained silent, from initially mistaking Mu Fan for a deserter to suddenly realizing he was pinpointing Mechanical Spider locations, to the explosion in the Imperial soldier camp.
Daniel felt he was watching an incredibly dramatic light story, yet when the intense vibrations constantly rose from his feet, even stirring warm rock fragments across his cheeks, he was jolted awake.
All of this was indeed real!
Thinking of this, a fierce aura appeared on Daniel’s face, gritting his teeth, he said:
“Everyone take responsibility for one direction, prepare for counterattack and annihilation.”
However, at that moment, Bench, substituting Butter on observatory duty, suddenly exclaimed in the channel, “Imperial soldiers beginning to experience unexpected losses!”
Unexpected… losses?
“What’s going on!”
“Captain, I don’t know. I just saw the two soldiers I was observing suddenly fall down without any warning—no gunshots or flashes. Did anyone fire from the B5 direction?”
The remaining four all said they didn’t.
Bench widened his eyes as he watched through the optical night vision device, seeing the two Empire soldiers who had been suppressing him with fire suddenly slump and stop moving.
It’s clear they were dead.
A shadow silently emerged from behind the corpses, then disappeared back into the night.
Mu Fan had initiated radio silence, so he wasn’t aware of his teammates’ discussions about him on the channel.
He was focused on what he needed to do, such as…
Slowly drawing out the manganese steel blade that had cut almost halfway through the spine, then gently wiping the blade clean on the corpse.
Then, with a cold gaze, he silently eyed the next target—a frantic Empire soldier clad in a white combat uniform, firing madly.
Walking in the shadows, in the name of the Holy Hall.
An Empire soldier, shooting wildly in terror, had just blown up the opposite observer’s cover with his rifle, slightly soothing his fear.
He wouldn’t die. Although he didn’t know why the Mechanical Spider suddenly rebelled, he had luckily escaped.
Now, there were still more than a dozen Empire infiltration soldiers, and he was sure he could get out of here.
However, just as he thought this, he suddenly felt a slight weight on his right shoulder.
Hmm?
Instinctively looking over, he caught a glimpse of a shadow gliding across his shoulder in his peripheral vision.
His body instinctively tried to dodge, but a hand from behind his left shoulder tightly pressed him down, rendering him voiceless.
Soon, the cold blade easily pierced through the neck of the combat uniform, lightly sliding across the throat, leaving a line of blood.
The left hand released its grip slightly, and the figure silently withdrew. The Empire soldier could only make a faint “huh huh” as blood surged, filling his helmet.
He never saw who killed him until the end.
Mu Fan mercilessly dispatched Empire soldiers with his saber, and the night patrol team that just launched a counterattack found, after killing four soldiers, a strange silence spreading across the Fire Hills area.
No more gunshots…
Only the distant crackling of the burning sea of flames remained.
What on earth is going on?
Whether it was ordinary privates like Bench and the tiger cat, or Daniel leading the team, they all felt a chill rising from their backs.
…
Calmly watching the mechanical expert cautiously hidden in the crevice below, Mu Fan’s eyes showed no emotion.
This was the last one, and the saber in his hand was completely stained with blood.
The mechanical expert hidden in the crevice, trying to sneak a peek outside, felt no approaching danger. He had just fled the release point of the Mechanical Spider and barely escaped danger.
Now, he was observing the situation outside.
It was a corner formed by two massive rocks, giving him an inexplicable sense of security inside.
Mu Fan stood, quietly watching below, then slowly squatted down.
“Mu Fan, he has a radio source on him. It looks like he’s related to those controlling the Mechanical Spiders,” Black “kindly” reminded, suggesting that there should be no loose ends.
After all, Mu Fan didn’t want to expose the method that could make the Mechanical Spiders lose control, and Lord Black preferred a sneaky approach.
The mechanical expert, peering intently outside, suddenly noticed a red drop appear on his helmet visor, slowly sliding down, leaving a long red trail.
Blood…?
But how could blood fall from the sky?
Perplexed, the mechanical expert looked up.
And what met his eyes was Mu Fan silently standing overhead, looking down at him, wearing a ghostly white mask with emotionless eyes.
And the dripping blood… came from a saber.
The saber pointed straight down, quietly suspended overhead, with blood not yet dried, covering the blade’s original color.
“No…”
He could only utter this one phrase.
The mechanical expert didn’t even have time to wonder why someone dressed in Federation military attire was above him.
With a detached expression, Mu Fan leapt down, and the sharp saber plunged straight into the mechanical expert’s view.
Piercing through the helmet’s visor, it penetrated directly from the forehead into the brain, finally embedding in the throat.
Leaving only the saber hilt visible outside the helmet.
The mechanical expert died with open eyes, body unable to fall due to the crevice, stiffening and cooling, staring into the dark sky.
Mu Fan flipped open the radio with his left hand, and through the static, his indifferent voice reached his teammates’ ears:
“Private Mu Fan, reporting. Total of 24 survivors eliminated. Within a three hundred-meter radius of the blast point, the enemy… has been completely cleared.”
“…Report complete.”