Night World Players

Chapter 17: Xiltina, You Are Like a Delicious Red Bean Paste Bread
At the junction of the inner city and the port area, Hiltina pulled out a rapier from the heart of an Iron Cross, and the gray body in front of her fell down with a bang, bringing up a string of inky black blood.

Intensive gunfire rang out behind Hiltina. It was some kind of drum-type automatic rifle that was still in the trial stage in this era and had never been truly popularized.

After the Iron Cross's physical fitness was enhanced, his shooting skills were very accurate, and the timing of his shooting was extremely tricky. It happened that Hiltina turned sideways to deal with the Iron Cross who was rushing head-on, and she had no time to take care of other things around her. According to common sense, she would definitely die.

But Hiltina still reacted. A bright silver light flashed in her eyes, and the rapier in her hand was also covered with a layer of silver-white light.

All the movements of the Iron Cross infected people in front of her, the trajectory of the flying bullets, the flow of the strong wind, the noisy noise... everything around Hiltina turned into slow motion. The only thing that remained unchanged was the silver sword in her hand.

This is the effect after she activated the Night Blade. Hiltina's Night Blade can give the concept of "weapon" to anything and completely control it. Even a weak child holding a branch can be as lethal as a skilled soldier wielding a sword.

And Hiltina is a swordsman who has been tempered a thousand times. This rapier named Shining Morning Star has accompanied her through countless battles in the night world... Therefore, when she activated the Night Blade, the experience of swinging the sword thousands of times was sublimated to a whole new realm.

She entered a special flow state. The intersecting trajectories of dozens of bullets, the flaws in the enemy's movements, the weak points in the encirclement formed by the Iron Crosses... everything turned into a complex stream of information that poured into Hiltina's mind. She analyzed and judged it in an instant, and then became clear and traceable.

To use the words from Last's previous life's martial arts novels, it is the so-called "the sword's heart is clear, and man and sword are one."

Ding ding ding ding, a series of crisp sounds, and the swift strikes flashed in a flash, intercepting all the incoming bullets.

At the same time, Rast beside her also opened fire, and the full metal jacket bullet swirled out.

The bullet did not land on the chest or head of the gunman Iron Cross. The steel diaphragm protecting the vital parts prevented them from being killed in one shot. It was also meaningless to shoot against an automatic rifle with a single-action revolver. Last was aiming at the wrist of the Iron Cross holding the gun.

In the flash of gunfire, the automatic rifle that had been entangled with the two men for a long time fell out of their hands and was then submerged by the Iron Cross that was trampled from behind.

Last fired continuously at both sides, and the bullets accurately hit the gas pipes on both sides of the street. The flying sparks ignited the leaking gas, and the hot flames swept across the entire street, temporarily hindering the progress of the Iron Crosses.

But they still couldn't stop, because in addition to the direction they came from, there were Iron Crosses in all directions, forced to come under the temptation of Rast's blood and the evil god sculpture.

If we switch to a bird's-eye view, the group of Iron Crosses in the Deep Blue Harbor at this moment is like a raging wave, while Rast and Hiltina are dying people who have no time to return to the shore before the tide rises and can only be chased by the tide.

The two ran towards the port area that was vaguely visible in the distance. This was the last section of the journey, but they could only walk.

The big red horse was gone too. When it was jumping to avoid the trap set by the Iron Cross on the ground, it was hit in the left leg by a stray bullet in mid-air. The only thing Last could do was to shoot the big red horse in the head before it was submerged by the Iron Cross.

"Everyone dies."

This was what Rast was mumbling to himself at the time, and Hiltina didn't know whether it included themselves.

……

Ten minutes later, Rast and Hiltina appeared in the port area, covered in blood.

Unlike the residential areas with mostly houses and homes and a very high population density, the population in the port area is much sparsely populated, with munitions warehouses and steam factories scattered throughout.

Luster looked at his watch and stopped: "Let's take a break." Boom -

As soon as Rast finished speaking, there was a thunderous sound.

Hiltina looked up subconsciously and saw that the sky, which had been sunny not long ago, was now covered with dark clouds.

A few seconds later, heavy rain poured down, highlighting the capricious climate in coastal areas.

Last leaned down, propped up his knees in the rain and gasped for air. "The Iron Cross mainly relies on smell to track us, but the heavy rain will wash away the traces of blood. They won't be able to find us in a short time."

The pale silver light in Hiltina's eyes disappeared in a flash, and her pupils returned to their original light brown color.

These Iron Crosses, who can use firearms and even set traps in advance, are much more difficult to deal with than the zombies in the movies.

The physical consumption of this escape was secondary. In order to block bullets, Hiltina had to activate the Night Blade throughout the entire process and entered the state that Last called "Sword Master Mode".

This state consumed a lot of mental energy. After continuous use, her spirit was on the verge of exhaustion. At this moment, her tense nerves relaxed, and fatigue and sleepiness suddenly came over her like a tide.

However, it was during this moment of trance and relaxation that an extreme violent impulse suddenly surged in Hiltina's heart.

She looked at Rast in front of her and felt that he was like a neat and clean rag doll, which made her want to tear it into pieces.

In her mind, she even imagined the doll Rast's limbs torn into pieces, with the cloth strips and mechanical gears used as stuffing scattered all over the floor... Only a handsome head was left hanging on the broken body, and she twisted the head with her hands and rotated it 360 degrees counterclockwise. This was a beautiful scene.

Hiltina was startled, the Night Blade and Chariot Sequence Long Stage were automatically activated, a pale silver flame ignited in her pupils, the pendants in her arms bloomed with dazzling brilliance, and gorgeous emblems appeared.

After a long time, Hiltina barely suppressed the inexplicable violent impulse in her heart, and the silver fire in her eyes slowly went out.

On her right arm, a dark cross pattern gradually faded under the heavy rain and finally disappeared from her fair skin.

Hiltina forced herself to look away from Last, who held a great attraction for her, fearing that if she looked at him a few more times, the impulse to twist his head off would turn into action.

"Laster, I feel like you are a beautiful rag doll, and I am a naughty kid who wants to tear the toy to pieces."

"It's normal." Last didn't look up. "Although the wound is not infected, the lead box cannot completely seal the sculpture. A little bit of contamination still leaked out, which has subtly affected you."

"But it seems that your Sequence Elder rank is high enough, and your spirit is strong enough. In the absence of direct wound exposure, the outbreak of the Iron Cross Plague can be temporarily suppressed."

His voice remained calm in the rain: "By the way, Miss Hiltina, you look like a delicious and tempting red bean paste bread in my eyes..."

“It makes you want to chew the white skin and feel the sweet red bean paste filling bursting in your mouth.”

(End of this chapter)