Chapter 670: Helping You Achieve Liberation

"B-Class and C-Class personnel, please follow instructions and proceed to the safe houses for shelter."

The alarm stopped, and a cold yet reassuring voice came over the broadcast.

"Zone 1 personnel proceed to Corridor 26E; the remaining corridor doors will close in five minutes. Zone 2 personnel proceed to..."

Inside the main control room, Dan Ling began the broadcast, guiding the personnel inside the base to the safe houses for shelter.

As for why only members of two ranks, B and C, were mentioned, it was because A-Class individuals had dedicated guards protecting them at their sides; the moment the alarm sounded, they were escorted to safety immediately.

As for the D-Class personnel below them, to put it unpleasantly, they could be considered consumables.

Not many people cared whether they lived or died.

Of course, D-Class personnel weren't stupid either; this broadcast addressed B and C-Class personnel, but that didn't mean they had to stay put and wait for death.

Even if many D-Class personnel didn't know what the various combinations of numbers and letters represented in terms of locations, they just had to follow the B and C-Class personnel and run.

In the process of fleeing for their lives, no one would have the extra attention to notice whether the people following behind them had the qualifications to enter the safe house.

Under Dan Ling's directions, a group of people reached the safe house without any mishap.

After all, Mu Yang was alone, and guards were blocking him at every moment, so his advancing speed wasn't very fast.

The safe house was not small in area, equivalent to three basketball courts, and 10 meters high.

There were four doors total on the four sides for entry and exit, and the group entered separately through the open doors.

【14】 After over a hundred people entered, the main doors closed and locked tight.

After over a hundred people had entered, the main gate was shut and locked tight.

"Please wait and rest here; the main doors will only reopen after the intruders have been completely cleared out."

Everyone let out a breath of relief, sitting or standing inside the safe house.

There was nothing inside the safe house, just an empty expanse; the ceiling overhead held only lights.

Emitting a soft, bright light.

"This place... isn't fully sealed, is it?" Someone looked around and discovered there were no ventilation shafts at all.

Unease immediately rose; this was inside a mountain belly.

With so many people here, if it stayed sealed for a long time, they would literally suffocate to death.

Not dying at the intruders' hands, but suffocating to death inside the safe house instead — that would be too absurd.

Even so, as a safe house, even a temporary one, it was impossible for the designers not to have considered this point, but the current situation still made people worried.

However you put it, it's one's own life.

"Anyone! Is anyone there!"

Someone shouted loudly; the situation on their end was definitely known to the outside.

The voice that originally came from overhead gave no response at all.

"Could there be too many people?" At this point, someone finally started complaining — some people who shouldn't be here had followed them in.

Some D-Class personnel shrank to the side without speaking, enduring the disdainful looks.

Time passed minute by second; the long wait felt exceptionally agonizing.

Some people checked their watches; less than ten minutes had passed, yet it felt like several hours, and sweat began beading on their foreheads.

"Hey! Anyone there! Where is everyone!"

Someone ran to the already locked door beside them and pounded on it hard twice.

Feeling that the situation was a bit off.

Suddenly, a mechanical sound rang out, and on one of the smooth walls, a large arched door suddenly opened, much taller and grander than the doors they had entered through.

A full three-plus meters high.

Inside was pitch black, not a single light.

Before the crowd could react to what this door meant — whether it was letting them leave or what —

A burst of gunfire, miserable shrieks, and low roars came from the black corridor inside the door.

Very quickly, these sounds stopped.

A smell of blood wafted out.

The people in the safe house all panicked; for a moment, curses and the sound of pounding on doors rose incessantly.

How could they not understand what had happened: they had been abandoned.

For some unknown reason, someone had deliberately gathered them here, and then...

Heavy footsteps approached, and a black figure appeared at the wide-open doorway.

Three meters tall, clad in black streamlined armor, clutching a corpse in its hand, fresh blood dripping down.

That corpse was not an intruder; it was a base staff member.

And the three-meter-tall black armored figure was precisely the "Non-Human" that Dan Ling had personally led a team to research and create — the strongest weapon against the Heavenly Apex Star people.

This was a more mature "product" built upon that day's test subject.

There were no six ferocious whips on its back; replacing them was a fairly large black straight saber in its hand.

Additionally, on its smooth head, at a spot slightly above the nose on the face, there was an extra eye.

A vertical eye, "wide open" to a nearly circular degree.

Inside the eyeball, there was no sclera; beyond the pupil was a stretch of blood red, and if one observed closely, one would discover this blood red was composed of countless fine, dense blood vessels.

Additionally, at the position of the armor's chest, there was a "1" emblem.

Proving this was Weapon Number One.

A breath like a low growl emanated from Number One's head; it tossed aside the corpse in its hand and walked step by step toward the crowd in the safe house.

In its single eye were resentment, madness, and hatred!

What the assistant and Dan Ling said — that there was no way to command and control Numbers One, Two, and Three — was actually not accurate.

Using a human brain to control a Non-Human monster's body.

Although the fusion was successful, the newly born No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3, in the chaos, harbored great hostility toward the surrounding staff.

Mad hatred!

It is nearly impossible to make them obey orders.

A chilling killing intent surged forward.

No. 1 was about to raise the black iron straight blade in its hand and launch a massacre.

At that moment, another door opened on the opposite wall.

No. 1 immediately stopped moving, turned around, and looked toward it.

A sense of danger suddenly arose, like a thorn in the back, causing it to temporarily abandon its current prey.

After a while, Mu Yang walked out from there, frowning as he observed the scene inside the safe house.

A few minutes earlier, the doors of various passages had been continuously closing, plotting a route for Mu Yang.

Guiding him to this place.

"I've seen this thing before," Mu Yang said, looking at No. 1, "so that's why I sensed some 'movement' here?"

Being able to arrive here naturally involved Mu Yang's own cooperation—sensing the anomaly and coming actively; otherwise, he could have broken out with his three-pronged two-edged blade.

No. 1's single eye stared fixedly at Mu Yang, its eyeball twitching as it rolled.

That appearance made Mu Yang somewhat displeased; he touched the scar on his forehead.

Speaking of which, how this scar came to be is unclear even to himself.

It existed before he could remember—could it have been brought out from his mother's womb?

"Captain..."

Unexpectedly, No. 1 did not attack immediately; it growled low, emitting indistinct sounds.

Several brains tangled together, with blurred and fragmented memories.

This gave No. 1 a certain self-awareness; this self made it hate everyone around it, and also allowed it to recognize Mu Yang.

However, this so-called "recognition" merely meant "I know this person before me."

It did not attack, not because of past ties, but more because it sensed a threat from the "Captain."

The title "Captain" meant nothing to No. 1.

It was merely a code name, no different from "A" or "B," and did not represent any relationship between them.

This creature before it, called "Captain," was very dangerous.

This is No. 1's true thought at this moment.

Reminiscing, the human side appearing? Nonexistent.

Even, it vaguely regarded this as a tactic—feigning weakness to lure the enemy, then suddenly bursting forth to kill!

The "combat wisdom" Dan Ling wanted—Nos. 1, 2, and 3 actually already possessed it.

It's just that they had a bit too much hatred.

"Oh oh oh!"

Already seated in the vehicle, Dan Ling, watching the screen, let out a sound like an old hen: "No. 1, poor thing, recognized Mu Yang. Hahaha, facing his former comrade, what choice will Mu Yang make? Will he show mercy and be beaten to death by it?"

"Quick, quick—where are No. 2 and No. 3? Why haven't they arrived yet? I can't wait any longer!"

Dan Ling shouted at the assistant beside him.

The poor assistant, while driving, also had to guide No. 2 and No. 3 toward the safe house, flustered and overwhelmed.

If this were on a busy street, a traffic accident would surely have already occurred.

"Did this monster recognize Mu Yang?"

"Will they team up?"

Dan Ling could shout and cheer at the spectacle, while the others inside the safe house dared not even breathe.

Their inner drama was intense.

At this moment, they collectively stood by Mu Yang's side, hoping he would win.

At least Mu Yang is a person—perhaps they could talk; No. 1 is a monster, a killing weapon, and certainly would not communicate with them.

"Captain?" Mu Yang looked at No. 1, "Although I don't know who you are, being transformed into this form must be painful—I'll come to free you."

As soon as he spoke, he appeared beside No. 1, swinging his three-pronged two-edged blade.

Not to mention the base staff huddled in the corner—even No. 1 had not reacted yet.

The black blade flashed past.

No. 1's arm gripping the black straight blade was directly severed—after all, the armor differed somewhat from that of the Celestial Tip Starpeople, making full seamless coverage impossible.

At some joints, gaps remained.

Such gaps were hard to exploit and could basically be ignored.

Unless, one encountered Mu Yang as he is now.

No. 1 lost its right arm and dropped its weapon; what was originally thought to be an evenly matched battle immediately turned into a one-sided rout.

Within less than a minute, No. 1 was pierced through the brain and heart by Mu Yang.

Two vital points severely damaged, No. 1 soon succumbed to death.

Mu Yang stood beside the corpse, lowered his head to glance—after the fierce battle, the cracks on his three-pronged two-edged blade had multiplied, looking as if they might shatter at any moment.

Yet Mu Yang's own aura showed no sign of decline.

His injuries seemed to have no effect whatsoever.

"Hahahaha!" Dan Ling in the vehicle laughed hysterically at the result, "Good, good."

He didn't even know what exactly he was happy about.

The base staff inside the safe house, meanwhile, had varied expressions.

Whatever happened to those former comrades-in-arms? Doesn't Mu Yang have even a shred of hesitation, any inner struggle or difficult choice?

Without a word he went up and cut them down, not the slightest hesitation.

Everyone instantly felt that Mu Yang's victory wasn't exactly a good thing.

With someone this ruthless — his former comrades-in-arms transformed into enemies, and he struck them down so cleanly — how could he possibly spare them?