Chapter 933: with translation of chapter title

Number black sphere has been destroyed! All dead!

No. 14 black sphere has been destroyed! All dead!

No. 26 black sphere has been destroyed...

Inside the Command Center, furious and urgent warnings sounded one after another; the Awakened Ones responsible for monitoring the battlefield situation continuously compiled the information.

Their eyes bloodshot, as members of the Faction: Long An, they were genuinely pleased to see the black sphere shine brilliantly in its first real combat.

But as reports of continual destruction came in, everyone felt heartbroken.

The loss of the black spheres is trivial; what matters are the Awakened Ones aboard them.

Every Awakened One capable of operating and adapting to the black spheres is a one-in-a-million talent.

But at this moment, before the third rank, these elite warriors are fragile, unable to withstand a single blow.

Standing in the center of the Command Center, facing the transparent spiritual-energy screen, Chu An calmly watched the black dots disappearing from the map, his finger constantly tapping.

Each black dot represents an elite squad.

After the third-rank mutant personally took action, in less than ten seconds more than half of the black spheres were destroyed.

And the remaining black spheres were also fleeing in haste.

Unless they keep accelerating their escape, perhaps there is still a chance to flee if the enemy does not wish to pursue wholeheartedly.

But if they pause even slightly, that extremely fast red attack wave can easily shred the aircraft.

Unlike others' grief, Chu An felt nothing as he watched the black dots vanish, merely silently analyzing something.

After a while, he slowly spoke:

"Compile the destruction reports; all sides continue according to plan."

"Notify Gao Tian; we can attempt to lock on."

Ignoring casualties, there is no emotion to speak of.

In his eyes, those black dots symbolizing living lives are merely a string of test numbers.

Compared to the grief of others in the Command Center, Chu An seemed more concerned with the black spheres' performance in actual combat; it seemed the deaths of these elite warriors had already been within his expectations.

After issuing the orders, Chu An stopped looking at the screen and instead walked steadily into a Meeting Room.

tap-tap

Footsteps echoed.

With the outside sounds blocked, in the quiet Meeting Room, a somewhat stooped middle-aged person instinctively turned his head at the sound, dazedly watching Chu An walk in.

There was no extensive conversation, nor any greeting.

Looking at the middle-aged man, Chu An gave a slight nod and spoke calmly:

"Have you decided?"

"Your daughter will die soon."

Clenching his fists, the stooped middle-aged man sitting in the chair, after hearing this, gripped his fists tightly and slowly lifted his head to look at Chu An.

His voice hoarse, his face bearing a grim smile:

"Good..."

"I'll go..."

Hearing this, Chu An gave a slight nod, said nothing more, as if he had expected it, certain the other would agree.

In the quiet Meeting Room, Xuan Hai Cheng lowered his head again, slowly pulling out a somewhat creased photo from his jacket.

Looking at the photo of a girl holding a doll, smiling brightly, he couldn't help but use his rough hand to tremulously smooth out the creases on the photo.

"AnXia, fly to the left side, attack the mutant, then withdraw immediately."

"If the enemy moves against you or probes, then abandon the attack and leave at once!"

"Your Safety is the most important."

Intermittently, AnXia, wearing an earpiece, listened to Chu An's voice with some doubt.

Her mission wasn't difficult nor risky.

In Chu An's plan, she needed to, after the enemy's third-rank move, pretend to be a 'passing' mutant, then attack the monsters within the corpse tide to draw attention.

It was like pretending to be a third-rank mutant, warning the enemy not to intrude on their territory.

To avoid risk, Chu An even arranged for her to be behind the black sphere.

After a moment's hesitation, she couldn't help but ask the question on her mind:

"Chu big brother, why won't you let me throw the scroll?"

"My speed is probably faster than Ziyue's..."

Although throwing the scroll is very risky, for AnXia she could be considered to have gotten to know the Red-Clothed Mutant during this period.

The Red-Clothed Mutant might not be able to run out of the blast radius in three seconds, but she should be fine.

Both are 'Mutants'; out of shared suffering, AnXia naturally feels sympathy toward them.

Especially after hearing Xuan Ziyue's ordeal, she always felt that girl was truly pitiful.

They also had a test bout; obviously, her actual combat power far exceeds that of the Red-Clothed Mutant.

Even in Chu An's evaluation, whether Xuan Ziyue counts as third rank is a question.

The Red-Clothed Mutant triggered by fragments is more like a transition point between the peak of Second Level and third rank; aside from possessing psychic attacks, its physical strength in all aspects falls short of third rank.

"It's fine; I've already arranged it. There will be no risk."

On the other end of the line, Chu An's unusually gentle tone soothed her, dispelling AnXia's doubts.

But in those icy eyes, no emotion could be seen.

With the high-speed charge, AnXia soon rushed to the edge of the corpse tide.

Thanks to carrying the unique aura of the Mutant, the corpse tide merely instinctively hissed at the white intruder.

In the center of the zombie tide, Number 2 hovering in midair casually blew up a black sphere, listening to the screams before the explosion, the originally irritable mood eased considerably.

These annoying bugs really think that with this thing they can stop me.

Looking disdainfully at the fireball falling in midair, he subconsciously licked his lips, his tongue hissing like a forked tongue.

Just a moment later, he frowned, sensing doubtfully the far side of the zombie tide.

A white blur was speeding toward the other end of the zombie tide, looking like it might be a mutant?

He carefully sensed over, his doubts growing stronger.

One three Fourth Rank mutant?

Moving at high speed, with the distance considerable, he couldn't clearly see the opponent's appearance, only vaguely sensing in his perception that the opponent carried a mutant's feeling.

Looking at this, it seems to be a rather special humanoid mutant?

His brows slightly relaxed, Number 2 Alien Species seemed to think of something, a smile appearing on his face.

Just right, his summoned zombie tide lacked high-rank mutants; a suddenly passing three Fourth Rank happened to be usable for him.

But just as he was about to send a thought wave to the opponent, a subtle strange feeling suddenly arose in his heart.

His whole body tensed.

From the powerful perception of a three Fourth Rank intermediate, instinctively he burst outward with mental power.

For some reason, under this strange feeling enveloping him, he felt that something was spying on him.

It was as if something was aiming at him.

Whoosh

Mental power spread out like flowing water; after two seconds, his gaze was doubtful, unable to discern the source at all.

What is locking onto me...

Moreover, this feeling is growing stronger!

Irritated and uneasy, under the continuous locking-on feeling, Number 2 Alien Species' face showed a hint of solemnity; as someone extremely rich in combat experience, he would never lightly overlook any danger.

With each passing second, the intensifying locking-on feeling even gave him a faint sense of death!

Without hesitation, finding mental power scouting ineffective, he simply sped around the perimeter of the zombie tide.

Find it!

That feeling is right nearby!

In the growing unease, he couldn't be bothered with that three Fourth Rank white blur, intending only to first find out who was locking onto him before anything else.

What is it? Is it this group of bugs' trump card?

Whoosh

Feeling the tearing sound overhead, Gao Tian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, carefully crawling in the midst of the zombies.

His body equipped with several disguise props, his whole body bolstered by Wen Ya's mental power barrier, lying in the middle of the zombies, even if stepped on by a pile of rotting, pus-oozing zombies, he dared not make the slightest move.

His gaze solemn, his heart pounding.

A faint purplish spiritual energy kept flickering in his vision.

He hadn't expected the opponent's perception to be so strong.

In just four seconds, the opponent followed the locking-on feeling all the way to his vicinity.

Just moments ago, if not for his extremely quick reaction instantly terminating the Death-Strike skill, the alien species flying overhead past his head might have instantly spotted him.

This is troublesome...

He secretly sighed, Gao Tian also considered that these high-ranking beings have extremely keen perception of danger.

But he really hadn't expected that, without even triggering the cripple effect, the opponent would frantically search for his traces as if facing a mortal enemy.

His whole body tensed, the inch-by-inch sweeping mental power almost about to sweep over him.

Like a thorn in the back, the intense sense of danger was about to erupt in the next second.

Damn it, staying here any longer, the opponent might be able to discover him.

Just as Gao Tian hesitated whether to flee, the alien species originally hovering near him suddenly accelerated and directly left the airspace.