Chapter 216: Sai Gao Ni Hai Tie Ya Zi Da!

"Fake... Fake Knight?!"

"Fake Knight is real!"

"Why is it Fake Knight?"

All manner of consciousness converged into votive energy, flowing toward him; Feng Xue felt this endless stream of votive energy, his lips twitching slightly—he too had wanted to summon Ultraman, but given the current votive environment in Japan, how many people still believed in light, anyway?

As for those tainted votive energies, Feng Xue had other uses for them.

The assimilated troops already within range had been injected with more than standard doses of stimulants; they didn't care about Fake Knight—they only knew to unleash their bullets at the white figure.

Shhh!

A black shadow flickered; each bullet was deflected by the Spirit-Bearing Technique. Bullets relying solely on kinetic force lost their friend-or-foe recognition the moment they left the barrel—in an instant, the front-line assimilated troops collapsed in a wave.

"Close combat!"

Following the AI's judgment, soldiers whose intelligence barely surpassed that of a gorilla surged forward in a frenzy.

Feng Xue felt only excitement; with a thought, his belt flared with light. Stimulated by Liu Yunxi's demonic power, the Spirit-Attunement Spell triggered faster than ever before—though it still couldn't leave his body, at this very moment, Feng Xue's fingers were the seal!

Tap, tap, tap!

Like the nimble, graceful acupoint-striking of a wuxia film, Feng Xue, clad entirely in moon-white armor etched with turbid black patterns, darted through the swarm of exoskeleton armor; each finger-tap froze a soldier in place. Within a few breaths, he had circled once—and around him, over forty men stood rigid and motionless.

Their bodies became like wooden stakes, forming walls of flesh that made it extremely difficult for outer-line soldiers to break through.

The soldiers injected with overdoses didn't care if they were hitting comrades; in their frantic surges, one exoskeleton after another crashed to the ground—only then did a colorless fluid, mixed with blood, meat pulp, and bone fragments, slowly seep from the seams of the full-coverage armor.

"What technique is this?" The Giant He Xing observers, gathering enemy data, exchanged glances; finally, someone responded:

"Report: According to exoskeleton feedback, at the moment of impact, the internal system endures approximately twenty tons of mass. Our exoskeletons can barely withstand this force—but the pilots inside clearly cannot!"

"So, kinetic weapons are nearly useless against this enemy, and any close contact imposes dozens of tons of weight?" The third-transcended Giant He Xing's face darkened. Even if this enemy had no other abilities, merely these two tactics meant only combat specialists above the third transcendence could stand against him.

"For now, yes—but the heavy-pressure effect lasts only an instant. Since no two exoskeletons have simultaneously endured the pressure, we cannot determine whether the spell's duration is short, or whether the enemy can only target one at a time."

The analyst continuously reviewed data streamed from different exoskeletons, his dozen eyes nearly tangled from overwork.

But the third-transcended Giant He Xing remained unmoved, stating directly:

"Deploy autonomous machine units. Disable the assimilated troops' friend-or-foe recognition. Use them as shields, then initiate saturation fire!"

"Understood!" Though aware the consequences of broadcasting this tactic globally would be severe, the operator, given the enemy's demonstrated technological level, offered no hesitation and executed the order immediately.

The assimilated troops had no human rights—they were merely humanoid skeletons supporting the exoskeletons. If their skeletal strength was insufficient, replacing them with stronger ones was only logical.

"Has the combat strategy changed? Can these dog-like things alter tactics while offline? Could it not just be pre-programmed? Oh, I get it!"

Practicing his footwork against these dog-like enemies, Feng Xue keenly noticed the assimilated troops' behavior had shifted—from frantic, mindless charges to encirclement. With a thought, he immediately changed his fighting style.

From the gaps in the white-scaled armor, the black portions swelled instantly; the pattern reversed from black lines outlining white armor to white lines outlining black armor. The turbid black shell emitted no reflection, as if ready to swallow everything whole—and even more horrifying, the armor's surface continuously dripped thick, viscous black fluid.

"What is this thing?" As dusk faded into full darkness, Feng Xue's transformation resembled an evil entity shedding its disguise, radiating a chilling, soul-shaking aura.

Even knowing he was a human fighting aliens, viewers found it hard to offer him positive support.

But it didn't matter—the special nature of votive energy was that even negative emotions were power.

In Japan, already saturated with tainted votive energy, this negative perception became the perfect harmonizer, preventing Feng Xue from being immediately exposed to pure malice and pressure.

Complex emotions balanced the positive and negative, and Feng Xue released more and more Water-Tainted Thunder.

A substance resembling muddy water flowed and spread across the ground, like a quagmire, like a swamp—even the mindless exoskeletons lost mobility upon contact.

The autonomous machine units arrived just in time; rockets of various models rained down from all directions.

Seeing this, Feng Xue's face beneath the mask curled into a horrifying grin—and a mad command, one that shook Liu Yunxi and Mo Ying to their cores, unfolded.

The Spirit-Bearing Technique activated, but moving large targets like missiles and rocket launchers required more time than kinetic bullets—impossible to complete instantly meant most firepower would still land.

Explosions erupted in succession; the muddy fluid churned like a pond thrown into a minefield.

Viscous fluid and building debris were blasted skyward, yet an untimely drizzle fell, extinguishing flames and dust.

The rain vanished in an instant—anyone with basic common sense could tell this rain was unnatural.

But at this moment, no one had the bandwidth to ponder it—for from within the doused flames and smoke, the man was laughing.

"Hahahahahaha! The Moon God's power is perfect—ageless, immortal, hyper-regeneration—Sai Gao Ni Hai Tie Ya Zi Da!"

The man stood atop the flattened street, amidst the filthy sludge, his body covered in char and wounds, shrapnel embedded in muscle and armor—and he laughed.

His burned skin peeled away, revealing smooth new flesh; damaged limbs regrew rapidly, healed completely; blood hadn't even dripped before returning to his body—and even the black armor rebuilt itself at speed.

"Healing ability combined with immortality? Perfect! I love this feeling!"

As for Feng Xue's thoughts, Liu Yunxi could only sigh—

"Yes, you love it—I nearly died of fright! And it hurts a lot!"

(End of Chapter)