Chapter 358: Yang Yixie: I'm Greedy

Fang Zhiyan watched Ying Duo's movements and, on a whim, said, "Could you also make a paraglider?"

Ying Duo merely fell silent for a second, then answered with action.

On the nearby open ground, he pulled several metal plates from his backpack; energy lines stitched them together in midair, and after thirty seconds, four roughly formed paragliders landed on the ground.

Ying Duo didn't even turn his head.

"Just a casual thing."

Having said that, he continued to focus on dismantling the cannon; compared to this thing in front of him, those were as easy to assemble as building blocks.

Fang Zhiyan's smile deepened: "Looks like we've gained another pair of hands."

Lu Mu had originally been kept for use during retreat, but now they could leave much more leisurely.

In the distance, the city lights blazed, neon intersecting; yet between those lights he could see countless moving specks—the forces of the Church and the Supervision Bureau, converging toward their position.

"Five minutes," Fang Zhiyan whispered.

His tentacles slowly unfurled behind him; at the edge of the cliff, the light of that giant cannon grew brighter and brighter.

An azure column of light nearly pierced the horizon, dyeing the entire cliff an eerie blue.

Ying Duo stood beside the gun emplacement, his Ying Guang Lu–tinged hair flying wildly in the wind, his golden eyes reflecting the ever‑brightening light; the gold and azure light wove together in his gaze.

The Church's vanguard arrived sooner than expected.

The first to arrive were not a large force but a lightly equipped rapid‑response squad; a dozen silhouettes streaked across the night sky, using wing packs and short‑distance flight runes, like moths drawn to the flames as they swooped toward the cliff.

The leader landed without even slowing, bracing one hand on the ground to shed momentum while the other hand had already drawn the rune‑etched longsword at his waist.

"Target confirmed! That cannon is charging!"

His gaze swept the cliff, quickly locking onto several figures.

"Priority: eliminate the gunner!"

As soon as the words left his mouth, a dozen figures dispersed and fanned out to flank Ying Duo.

Then they slammed into a wall.

A silvery‑white tentacle lashed from the side, moving so fast it left only an afterimage in the night sky.

The three at the very front had no time to react before the tentacle swept them at the waist, hurling them sideways to crash into a pile of rubble dozens of meters away, never to rise again.

Fang Zhiyan stepped out of the shadows, his white hair and red pupils especially striking in the azure light.

"Interrupting someone's experiment is quite rude," he said, his voice gentle yet laden with pressure.

The Church's vanguard captain's pupils constricted.

"Scatter! Don't cluster—"

He couldn't finish his sentence.

Because Bai Mu Yun moved.

He didn't charge the enemy; instead he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next second, the vanguard members' vision began to warp.

The cliff turned into three.

The giant cannon became five.

"Illusion! Guard your minds against interference!"

Some screamed; others frantically swung their swords at nearby phantoms.

Someone accidentally collided with a comrade, and the two fell together, rolling into a heap.

But the most terrifying thing was not the illusion.

The most terrifying were the things hidden in the illusion's shadows.

Lu Mu had vanished.

Or rather, he had merged into the shadows.

Pitch‑black ravens silently slipped from the shadows and lunged at the vanguard members bewildered by the illusion.

One member had just raised his sword when a raven pecked his wrist, sending the blade flying; immediately afterward, shadow pierced his chest.

Another member had just steadied himself when the shadow beneath his feet surged up and swallowed him whole.

Lu Mu's figure emerged from the shadows, brushed nonexistent dust from his hands, and gave a wry look at the corpses of the vanguard strewn across the ground.

"Is that all?"

Bai Mu Yun glanced at him.

"Cut the chatter, watch the rear."

Lu Mu turned back and saw yet more figures rushing from afar—this batch faster and more formidable.

At that moment Ying Duo also lifted his head, glancing at the distant red dots drawing nearer.

Those are all fresh‑blood experience, huh.

He tapped a few keys on the virtual keyboard, and a row of gold‑grade firearms materialized before him, clearly machine guns by appearance.

Six of them.

Ying Duo glanced at them expressionlessly, then kept tapping; energy lines flowed from his fingertips into each machine gun, etching the most basic auto‑targeting rune.

It needn't be complex—just lock on and fire.

Besides, teammates provide damage immunity.

The six machine guns started up in unison, barrels swiveling to aim at the approaching red dots in the distance.

Those people had just poked their heads out—

"Rat‑tat‑tat‑tat‑tat‑tat‑tat——!!!"

Six tongues of flame erupted simultaneously, weaving a dense fire‑net across the night sky.

The Church members rushing in at high speed never expected such firepower the moment they appeared; the few at the very front had their faces sprayed with bullets, their body‑guard runes flickering a few times before being shattered outright.

"Take cover!"

Someone shouted.

But it was useless.

Because the machine‑gun bullets poured out like they didn't cost a thing, in a frenzy.

Each machine gun spewed bullets at a rate of several hundred rounds per minute; six together amounted to a fire density of several thousand rounds per minute.

They were forced to disperse—some tried to flank from the side, others attempted to counter with ranged attacks, but the machine guns' automatic target‑acquisition systems were terrifyingly precise.

Fang Zhiyan found a moment to glance back.

That line of machine guns was spraying wildly; the muzzle flame baked the surrounding air into distortion, almost locking onto every moving target nearby except Ying Duo.

It didn't affect them much…

Yeah, it's the poor little girl of the Lei Zhao family who suffers.

Lu Mu crouched in the shadows, watching the machine guns spew wildly, and said, "How much more does this kid have left to pull out?"

No one could answer him.

Because Ying Duo himself didn't know.

He only knew that the 21 minutes weren't up yet, so he used everything he could.

Anyway, not using it would be wasteful; he'd mix in as much experience as possible.

【Disassembly progress: 47%...... 53%...... 61%......】

The countdown in the upper‑right corner of the view kept ticking.

【Remaining charge time: 03:47】

The distant fire suppression continued; the barrels of the six machine guns had begun to glow red, yet they still sprayed wildly.

The Church's troops were pressed down so they could barely lift their heads; when someone occasionally tried to charge, they were forced back by a hail of incoming bullets.

Fang Zhiyan stood at the front, his tentacles gently swaying, casually deflecting the occasional stray ranged attacks.

Bai Mu Yun occasionally raised a hand to cast an additional illusion, making those people even more chaotic.

Lu Mu roamed within the shadows, occasionally emerging from a blind spot to knock down one or two who tried to flank.

Ying Duo was simply focused on dismantling the cannon in his hands, his golden eyes reflecting the constantly flickering Rune data.