Chapter 662

Chaos!

Total chaos!

The alarm bells at Base 66 rang loudly—second-highest level; the highest level would mean activating the "Fire Seed Vault."

The massive white wolf let out an earth-shaking roar within the base.

All who heard it fell to their knees.

This was the pressure of a superior being—truly not something mere resolve could withstand.

Fainting was a normal physiological response.

Various shells and bullets rained down on the Heavenly Hound, inflicting no injury.

In this special world inside the Eight Trigrams Furnace, the development of thermal weapons was limited; even if more powerful ones existed, they could not be deployed inside the base.

Do you all want to go out in a blaze of glory?

This is Base 66, after all.

The Heavenly Hound was having a blast in the base, like a joyful husky—utterly unstoppable.

Mu Yang couldn't help but curse.

Swallowing the wolf to drive away the tiger—indeed, a price must be paid!

The "White Beast" threw him into the base, and everything spiraled out of control.

All Mu Yang could do was keep moving, fight, move, fight.

Not a moment could he rest.

Now he faced not only the warriors of Black Watch, but also a squad of armed guards.

Unlike the frontline Black Watch members, the guards' primary duty was not to fight the Celestial Tip Starpeople.

Besides that, many safety and other matters were handled by the guards.

Simply put, in combat, warriors fought the Celestial Tip Starpeople; aside from them, guards handled the vast majority of situations.

The people Gu Leng brought last night were a group of guards.

Guards and warriors belonged to different systems.

Likewise, they felt no "affection" for Mu Yang—when they opened fire, there was no hesitation.

Similarly, Mu Yang showed them no mercy; his three-pronged two-edged blade swung, spraying blood that stained the blade red.

The blood on the blade had no time to fully drain away.

Tang Luo chased Mu Yang around, casually wielding that black greatsword; if someone attacked him, he'd retaliate with a single strike.

In the previous mission world, he'd used a hammer as a sword.

This time, he was actually using a sword properly.

If the sword cultivators of that world found out, they'd probably vomit three liters of blood.

Mu Yang glanced back at Tang Luo and realized this guy was like a guardian spirit—his inner fire couldn't be unleashed.

He rushed into a building, heading for the elevator's location.

Now the base was in emergency status; non-combat personnel were evacuating, and elevators and some electronic doors were fully sealed shut.

Without a word, Mu Yang chopped open the elevator door.

The elevator wasn't inside—it was below, in the depths.

Half of Base 66 lies underground, and the descent routes aren't limited to elevators.

The elevator Mu Yang chose was one of the entrances to a safe house.

There, he likely had his target to kill.

Since he'd been dumped here and things had blown up, he certainly wouldn't hold back.

Opportunity knocks but once—after chopping down Lin Hu, the rest would surely panic; if they wanted to keep fighting, it wouldn't be so easy.

Mu Yang prepared for a prolonged battle.

Before coming here, he'd thought his future life would be slaying Celestial Tip Starpeople, slaying part of the Homeland Watch, until either the enemies were dead or he was.

He hadn't expected events to unfold far faster than he imagined.

That "guardian spirit" behind him—he didn't know what it had done to him.

Now Mu Yang was strong enough to kill a Celestial Tip Starperson with a single punch.

In the chaotic base, he carved a path like a battlefield berserker—no one could match him in a single exchange.

That majestic giant wolf drew most of the fire and attention.

Even if someone wanted to "notice" Mu Yang, it would be difficult.

Though it didn't match the plan at all……well, let's just slash first and talk later.

Without hesitation, Mu Yang leapt from the elevator entrance and crashed heavily onto the elevator's top level.

Then, a gust of wind swept down from above; Mu Yang used his three-pronged two-edged blade to tear open the elevator's top level beneath his feet, avoiding being crushed by the "guardian spirit."

After charging this far, he'd only suffered minor scrapes—if he'd been crushed to death now, it would be too absurd.

Mu Yang had just stepped out of the elevator when a sound came from behind.

Tang Luo came crashing down—luckily the elevator was already at the bottom level; otherwise, it might have kept falling.

The weight of that black greatsword was no joke.

And Tang Luo……to be honest, his weight couldn't be measured.

If he really held nothing back and just came down randomly, it would be a meteor-level natural disaster.

Outside the elevator was a long corridor, currently empty; Mu Yang's footsteps stopped: "Are you a Celestial Tip Starperson?"

"Of course not—I said it already—I'm your old friend and first idol. Back then, as my die-hard fan, you chased me for 108,000 miles." Tang Luo said, "And as your number-one spoiled fan, I'm definitely here to repay you now."

"……"

Mu Yang felt something was off.

But now wasn't the time to chat.

This place was several dozen meters above ground; if it were stairs, they actually couldn't reach this floor directly.

Besides the elevator, other entrances and exits were elsewhere.

The guards chasing them from above wouldn't be able to get here in a short while.

But it wouldn't be too long—either as short as five minutes or as long as fifteen minutes—these people would come after them.

This safe house probably hid a few big shots.

I don't know if I can run into the bastard I'm looking for.

Without further nonsense, Mu Yang walked quickly down the passage and asked again: "What's your name?"

Even if he were stupid, he'd understand that this white-haired man was actually here to help him.

It was just the way of helping that made Mu Yang feel stifled.

He felt like a donkey, with the other man waving a whip behind him, laughing while lashing, and even driving while doing so.

Whipping—true whipping!

So infuriating!

"Tang Luo, dharma name Xuanzang, Fighting Victory Buddha of the Great Thunder Sound Temple, the greatest literary figure in the Mountain and Sea Realm, author of 'My Little Sister Can't Possibly Be This Cute,' also known as 'My Little Sister Can Be Cute or Not, What's It Got to Do With You?!'."

Tang Luo said, "How about it? Doesn't it ring like thunder in your ears, shake your tiger body, and almost make you recall something?"

Mu Yang stopped, turned his head, and looked at Tang Luo.

"Remembered?" Tang Luo looked a little surprised; his name indeed had boundless deterrent power.

"No." Mu Yang shook his head. "Whether it's Tang Luo or the dharma name Xuanzang, I have no impression whatsoever."

"Huh? Then what about the Fighting Victory Buddha?"

"I've heard of it, but it's unrelated to you. As for the book behind it..." Mu Yang said, "I don't know why, but after hearing it, I feel an urge to tear up the book and chase down the author."

"... Looks like the injury is severe, even the brain is hurt." Tang Luo looked at Mu Yang with a sympathetic expression.

"A perfectly fine Erlang Shen, how did he become a mentally challenged child?"

"..."

At this moment, Mu Yang felt how important his own strength was.

The safe house's door was very sturdy, with guards outside, but these obviously couldn't stop Mu Yang.

The three-pronged two-edged blade flashed with cold light; the door shattered and collapsed.

Inside the safe house, several people stood up, staring at Mu Yang.

Despite being in the situation of man as knife and cutting board, I as fish and meat, these people still maintained their proper decorum and dignity.

No wonder they're big shots who can enter the safe house.

There were four people in total. Mu Yang's gaze swept over them and lingered on one.

Zhao Chengfu, hidden in the Homestead Watch, a huge bookworm.

Some inhumane projects and experiments were all initiated by him.

A seventy-year-old old man.

"Mu Yang! Don't ruin yourself!" Zhao Chengfu shouted angrily.

Mu Yang said nothing, raised his blade and slashed; Zhao Chengfu reacted quickly—so fast it didn't seem like someone of his advanced age.

A gun appeared in his hand, aimed at Mu Yang, and he pulled the trigger.

Gunfire rang out; the bullet was split by the three-pronged two-edged blade, turning into stray shots that nearly hit the other three.

"You!"

Mu Yang's face grew colder; if it were his former self, this shot might still have had some effect.

Zhao Chengfu, a seventy-year-old old man, at this moment his reaction speed was actually faster than that of an average frontline warrior.

This was certainly not the result of Zhao Chengfu's training.

Enhancement!

This guy underwent "Enhancement"; the strength he now displays was built upon the corpses of countless warriors and ordinary people, a mountain of corpses and sea of blood from a group of innocents!

This person deserves to die!

The three-pronged two-edged blade hovered above Zhao Chengfu's head; the violent killing intent left him without the courage to fire a second shot, and he directly collapsed to the ground.

After all, he's a fake strongman born of enhancement; Zhao Chengfu is not a true warrior.

If they really fought, he wouldn't be a match for Mu Yang in a single exchange.

The reason he didn't die was because Tang Luo blocked Mu Yang's blade.

Mu Yang looked at Tang Luo, showing a questioning expression.

"You just know how to fight and kill, too hot-headed; don't act rashly. We actually have other solutions." Tang Luo said.

Tang Luo basically understood why Mu Yang betrayed.

"Acting rashly?"

Mu Yang felt Tang Luo was more suited to that word; he had already prepared to call it quits, so who exactly threw him into the base?

"What are you looking at? Of course I can act rashly, because I'm strong enough—are you? Without me, you'd already be dead."

Tang Luo stood with hands on hips, righteous and confident.

It made sense enough to leave Mu Yang speechless.

"Look, these three people—shouldn't they be good guys?" Tang Luo, trying to persuade Mu Yang, pointed to the others.

Mu Yang didn't respond.

Gu Leng didn't reveal these three, but Mu Yang couldn't guarantee they weren't bad people either.

He no longer trusted that group of high-ranking officials from Homeguard Watch.

Only the three-pointed, double-edged blade in his hand was worthy of trust!

"Give it a try; either way you lose nothing. Come on, whoever you are, speak the truth and you can die a cleaner death." Tang Luo said to Zhao Chengfu.

Let internal strife break out within Homeguard Watch!

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Chengfu still tried to play dumb.

"Old Yang, take off his shoes, drive a few toothpicks into his toenails, then make him kick the wall good and hard." Tang Luo ordered Mu Yang.

Young man, think I can't deal with you without using Soul Severing?

Words can have a painful effect.

Just hearing Tang Luo say that made Zhao Chengfu feel a sharp pang in his toes.

"You damn Heavenly Pivot Star person!" he roared, wanting to make one last struggle.

Mu Yang pressed him onto the table, starting with the fingers.