Abnormal crossing

Chapter 195 The Curtain Falls (Part Two)

The sudden appearance of the young man caused a brief pause in the atmosphere.

Not to mention Myron Dort, who was still roaring on the high platform.

Even Joe Cowen, sitting in the audience, was completely bewildered. He first stared blankly at Ophelia, who was dressed in a sailor's uniform, and then at the person who appeared next to Myron Dort.
Gu Wei.

That's right.

This young man, dressed in a princess gown and appearing out of nowhere, was none other than Gu Wei!

Standing at 1.76 meters tall, Gu Wei wasn't particularly tall for a man, but dressed as a woman, he appeared quite tall and elegant—the high heels added a few centimeters to his height, and the well-tailored dress, along with his makeup and accessories, made him look quite sophisticated. If Gu Wei's mischievous friends from before his transmigration saw this, they might very well change his name to Gu Wei the next day.
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Then, Qiao Kewen scratched his hair a couple of times, turned to Jin, and asked, "Ms. Jin, what exactly is going on? Why is Ophelia here? And what about Mr. Gu Wei?"

"It's just an advanced version of mimicry technology, or rather, a small branch of it," Jin shrugged casually upon hearing this, and said, "This technology originated from a unique senior cross-dressing master among the six major figures. Anyway, you know what I mean—I'll explain the background of having Gu Wei dress up like this later. Right now, it's more important to deal with the immediate matter."

Done.

Jin looked up at Myron Dort on the platform.

At this moment.

As the black orb of light was ejected, the true mastermind seemed to suffer a backlash from some unknown force, and a large amount of his skin began to liquefy.

Thick, yellow liquid seeped from his pores, sliding down his body and onto the ground. Tears streamed down his left eye socket, his nose slumped and crooked, and his fingers, like wax heated by high temperatures, stretched out and dripped, hitting the floor with a chilling "thud."

"Heh heh." A hoarse, labored sound escaped his throat, as if his vocal cords had dissolved: "Why... I've already given so much... I'm not reconciled."

He then braced himself, extended his left hand (which was still vaguely recognizable), took out a device from his body, and quickly started pressing buttons.

After a while.

boom--

Another violent tremor came from the floor of the main hall.

However, this tremor did not cause damage to the building as it had before; instead, it was more like...
The roar produced by the starting of a powerful engine.

A glimmer of hope appeared in Myron Dort's eyes.

However, this glimmer of hope lasted less than a few seconds before being abruptly replaced by panic—the ground suddenly stopped shaking.

at the same time.

A bleating sound suddenly rang out from somewhere, even echoing slightly in the hall: "Jin, a special signal has been detected—it should be that this guy is preparing to activate the palace's hidden warp engine. I have forcibly disconnected it."

"impossible!"

Upon hearing Meimei's words, Myron Dort's body, which had been limp as mud, trembled violently. A hoarse roar burst from his torn throat, mixed with the sound of splattering viscous fluid: "How could you possibly intercept our relay signal?! Where is Gasik? Where is Gasik?!" "Gasik?" Meimei in the void took over the conversation: "Although I'm not entirely sure, if you're talking about that so-called Chief of the Persians who tried to attack the Khan in a Dawn B5 series mech, he was captured alive by Kai in less than thirty seconds and is now singing 'Tears Behind Bars' in a small dark room."

Myron Dort's roar caught in his throat: "...?"

“It seems you’ve run out of tricks, Myron Dort,” Jin’s gaze lingered for a moment on the royal family members who had turned to statues on the other side. “You’ve schemed and plotted, even using your own accomplices and children as tools. I don’t know whether to say you’re blinded by greed or that the brainwashing ability of the organization behind you is too strong.”

"You know shit!"

Before Jin could finish speaking, Myron Dort's half-melted head suddenly jerked upwards, his single eyeball bulging from its socket, its bloodshot pupil staring intently at Jin: "This is for the supreme cause! For the ultimate evolution! I spent one hundred and seventeen years!! One hundred and seventeen years!!!!"

With each word he roared, more flesh and blood tore from his jaw: "You damned insects, what right do you have! What right do you have!!"

As he spoke, Myron Dort dug his five fingers deep into the ground like hooks, dragging his liquefied body forward half a meter.

The rotting flesh left sticky trails on the floor, and the torn tendons sprang out from the joints like springs, spraying dark red blood droplets in the air.

But Myron Dort seemed oblivious to the pain, his eyes fixed on the large black orb above his head, struggling to reach out and grasp it.

However, a distance of less than a meter was an insurmountable barrier for Myron Dort at that moment.

“He’s beyond saving,” Jin shook her head upon seeing this and said to Milo, “The area that power involves is not something an ordinary person can control, let alone being backfired on by information—Milo, tell Meimei to start clearing the area. It’s time for the tragedy of Boska to come to an end.”

Milo nodded and issued several commands using his captain's authority.

After a few seconds.

The sky above Boska suddenly twisted, and the clouds scattered and fled amidst violent energy fluctuations, from which the streamlined hull of the Pulling Pulling slowly emerged.

While it wasn't quite as exaggerated as blotting out the sky, the ship's hull, gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, still exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Beneath the ship, numerous tactical hatches opened simultaneously, unleashing a dense swarm of miniature drones that, like migrating flocks of mechanical birds, obscured half the sky as they began flying toward the remnants of the mechanical legions controlled by Myron Dort.

Blinding signal beams lit up across the surface of Boska, ancient defense towers switched to dark green indicators one after another, the protective shield of the energy hub changed from scarlet to azure, and the charging sound of the railgun array abruptly stopped—control of all critical facilities was changing hands at an alarming rate.

Near a certain railway track.

Kai piloted the [Flowing Light], which had been fully repaired by Jin, hovering silently above a battlefield. The deep purple wings of the Flowing Light mech blotted out the sky, and a large number of wreckage lay scattered beneath him.

Broken armor plates, twisted gun barrels, and an energy core still sparking.
If Gu Wei were present at this moment, he would have discovered that almost all of these remains came from—

Superior Mech!

Note: The follow-up examination results are not very optimistic, but it's not entirely without improvement either. I plan to take the medication for a while longer and see how it goes. I really don't want to have surgery.

(End of this chapter)