Didn't you go to Teyvat to earn money to support me?

The company that the Valkyrie is comparable to cannot be a company of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council. It must be a regular army... No Valkyrie can be comparable to the troops of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council. A reinforced company of Shenliang's motherland can send out three heavy machine gun squads and two recoilless rifles or even self-propelled howitzers. Which A-level Valkyrie can deal with such firepower coverage?

So Shen Liang's combat power has actually reached the level of an A-rank Valkyrie?

But can his fighting style really be considered as having reached A-level combat power?

However, the Valkyrie rating system doesn't consider actual combat power, only combat performance. If we're talking about performance, Shen Liang has already achieved that, hasn't he?

Anna was caught in a logical paradox, staring blankly at the problem, when she saw Shen Liang not waiting for her answer, but simply standing up.

“Now that I’m already an A-rank Valkyrie, what do I have to be afraid of?” Shen Liang looked at the container sheds built for mercenaries outside the church park and said softly, “According to what Smith said about ‘above,’ there must be people here who have seen Bronya and Seele. I just need to ask them one by one.”

Shen Liang's tone was very calm, but Anna sensed something was wrong.

This approach of "I just need to ask them one by one" is clearly problematic! How are you going to ask them?

“Pandora, there’s something I don’t know if I should tell you.” Anna grabbed him, hesitant, but still gritted her teeth and said, “You’ve only just returned here and you’re already going to start killing people. You need to rest and calm yourself down. You… every time I see you, I feel like something’s not right with you.”

She had to speak up, because she couldn't bear to see this young boy, valued by the Shaniat family, become increasingly cruel and ruthless. She didn't understand why Shen Liang, who looked only fifteen or sixteen, possessed such a strong murderous aura and intent, but Anna believed that if this continued, he would eventually develop serious psychological problems.

This time, he teleported back without even eating and went straight to the front line, preparing to take action without any plan.

This impatience to solve everything with "killing" will inevitably cause a person's originally pure heart to quickly slide into the abyss.

"Nonsense, of course I'm not right. I know my own situation." Shen Liang glanced at her and said impatiently, "But do we have time to discuss psychological counseling now? If I don't go after them one by one, are you going to come to my sister?"

Anna opened her mouth.

There was really no other way. She only cared about whether Shen Liang would have any problems, but Shen Liang only cared about whether his sister would have any problems.

He can't stop.

"Rosalia, Lilia," Shen Liang said, "Follow me, but protect yourselves and don't get shot. I don't need you to protect me anymore."

The two little girls made faces at Anna, then looked at Shen Liang as he left the cover and whispered quickly.

"Sister Anna, you can't talk to your brother like that."

“My brother loses his mind whenever it comes to our issues. He’s an orphan, and orphans cherish family ties more than others, so he only has us left.”

“You think your brother is out of control, but actually he is also using violence to relieve his psychological pressure. He is more afraid than we are.”

"But this way of relieving the symptoms... in my brother's words, is like drinking poison to quench thirst."

"But it doesn't matter, no matter what kind of brother my brother becomes, he will always be Rosalia's most beloved brother!" The little girl showed an innocent and lovely smile. "So, Rosalia doesn't care."

Anna couldn't answer, and watching the three siblings' retreating figures, she felt even more worried.

Chapter 138 Numb from Killing

There was no attempt to cover it up.

Shen Liang walked along the street to the mercenary gathering place near the church. It was a parking lot near the church, now filled with shipping containers used as a mercenary base.

Shen Liang patted the barrier gate at the parking lot entrance. "Excuse me, is anyone here?"

He spoke English. Due to his lifestyle, Shen Liang was fluent in four languages: Chinese, Japanese, Siberian, and English. In the orphanage, only he and Bronya were proficient in so many languages; even a fool like Rosalia hadn't mastered Japanese.

Soon, a mercenary approached with his phone. Since the battery was dead, he used the phone's light to illuminate the path. He said impatiently, "Refugees? Get out of here! Go to the art museum in the north. We don't accept refugees here! Get out of here now, or we'll shoot!"

The accent is British.

Sure enough, Shen Liang discovered that although the mercenaries were composed of people from all over the world, it seemed that the majority of them were British mercenaries.

Ah.

The British man's spittle didn't anger Shen Liang. He took out a photo of Bronya and Seele, held it up to the light of his phone, and said calmly, "I'm here to find my sister. Have you seen these two little girls?"

However, the British did not look at the photo. Instead, they stared at Shen Liang, first showing amazement, and then revealing a wicked smile.

In his eyes, who couldn't distinguish the differences between Asian faces, Shen Liang was clearly a typical black-haired beauty who only appeared in anime works, with exquisite and flawless features. He didn't even notice the two lolis behind her who helplessly covered their faces.

He frivolously planned to tease Shen Liang, even considering whether to knock him unconscious and take him away right now. After all, it was wartime, and the disappearance of a refugee might not be traced back to him. Once he got tired of playing with him, he could just shoot him...

Then he caught a glimpse of Shen Liang's photo.

His expression changed drastically. "Siberians!"

The evil thought vanished instantly, and he howled as he tried to pull the submachine gun on his back towards him, but Shen Liang had already grabbed his neck.

"you know?"

"Bhixh!" the Englishman roared, about to fire, but Shen Liang grabbed him by the neck, pulled him out from behind the boom pole, and slammed him to the ground. He lunged forward, face down, then hunched over, trembling and whimpering, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

Shen Liang shook his hand and threw away the thyroid cartilage that had been pulled from his throat; it was a biological tissue commonly known as the "Adam's apple".

He reached out and pulled down the trembling lifting lever. Thanks to the muscle memory passed down through generations of martial arts practitioners, he swung his spear in a beautiful flourish, easily slicing it open behind his back. The sharp metal blade cleanly and decisively severed the neck of the convulsing Englishman, rupturing the artery cleanly, and blood spurted more than a meter high.

His dying roar drew out a large number of people!

Someone carrying a gun rushed straight towards the main gate. Shen Liang spun the four-meter-long boom, finding the length somewhat awkward, so he chopped off a meter, then casually tossed the remaining section away. He didn't even bother to glance at the man; the flying boom pierced the attacker's chest like a giant arrow from a crossbow! The immense impact slammed him against the shipping container behind him!

The martial arts passed down through all schools of martial arts, combined with the physique of a being with the bloodline of the Sea God.

Shen Liang savored the feeling of his body after its transformation.

Someone rushed directly in front of Shen Liang, but before he could even draw his pistol, Shen Liang leaped up faster than him, swooping down like a mantis hunting its prey, delivering a powerful high-flying whip kick to his shoulder! But an unexpected event occurred; he hadn't expected his strength to have reached a level that the human body couldn't withstand. This blow crushed his shoulder!

The collapse was literal; the man knelt down, and even the concrete surface was crushed, creating huge cracks. Blood gushed from his eyes, nostrils, and even ears.

He had already died from the excessive intracranial pressure when he was kicked by Shen Liang. His neck and brain were twisted out of shape, his shoulder blades were completely shattered, and even his sternum was broken by the enormous impact. His body knelt at the gate, and after the dust settled, he looked like a distorted human sculpture.

Someone on top of the container started firing AKs!

But how could a bullet possibly hit a prepared superhuman?

The Valkyrie's speed made her impossible to aim at; the shooter's naked eye couldn't even track the three's movements. Rosalia nimbly leaped onto the roof, her knife silently slicing across the shooter's neck. Lilia, meanwhile, infiltrated near the containers where most of the mercenaries hadn't yet left, biting open a grenade and blasting their machine gun emplacement to smithereens!

Shen Liang didn't use firearms; he was assessing his own strength, concluding that his physical body alone was sufficient to withstand modern weaponry. To avoid being hit by stray bullets, he moved through the shadows, eliminating the mercenaries one by one.

Kill them slowly, then leave a few alive for questioning.

Shen Liang picked up a rifle with a bayonet strapped to it for close combat. He reached out and snapped off the barrel, gripping the bayonet in his hand. Then, a crazed mercenary charged at him, firing wildly. Shen Liang deftly dodged the bullets with a backflip, plunged the bayonet into the mercenary's throat, and then slashed it horizontally.

"Short-range weapons are not suitable for me."

Shen Liang discovered that close-range weapons like daggers or bayonets were not suitable for prolonged killing. Shen Liang could reach them with a simple reach, and it might even be more convenient.

If you really want to play close combat... maybe mid-range melee weapons are more effective.

"We're under attack! We need backup!"

Amidst the brutal slaughter by three young boys and girls that defied all human logic, a mercenary clutches a walkie-talkie and screams desperately!

"We're in Block 26! We've been infiltrated by Siberian agents! No, not agents at all, Terminators! Terminators in human skin! Yes, they're disguised as children, really pretty children... What am I saying? How the hell am I supposed to know what I'm saying! I can't understand why the enemy looks like this! Call those Valkyries... They're monsters just like them!"

Then the conversation abruptly stopped.

“You know the Valkyrie? Looks like you’re a high-ranking officer here.” Shen Liang sat on the armory in front of him, took the walkie-talkie from the trembling mercenary’s hand, put it aside, and then looked at the white man who had been pointed a gun at his temple by Rosalia. “Hello, where are Bronya Zaychek and Seele Voller, who were once hunted by you? They look like this.”

"Why are you doing this! Who are you! Monsters... Oh my god!"

Before he even finished speaking, Shen Liang already knew what he wanted to say, and sighed.

Almost everyone in the container camp had been killed; the man with the walkie-talkie was one of the last remaining. His comrades, friends, and the men who had fought alongside him in the mercenary army were all here. Shen Liang had his two sisters pile the bodies together. Heads and severed limbs were haphazardly placed on the machine gun emplacement, the rising campfire reflected in the desperate, terrified eyes of the dead.

The three children were covered in blood, all of it other people's blood. In the mercenaries' eyes, these children, with their angelic, innocent appearances and ruthless methods, were the most quintessential monsters, demons.

"I need to take a shower later." Shen Liang looked at Rosalia and frowned. "Both of you need to."

"Brother, would you like a back rub? Rosalia has learned a new massage technique! I guarantee it will make you feel incredibly comfortable!"

"You want me to wash your hair for you, right? Can't you wash it yourself like Lilia did? Lilia's hair is about the same length as yours."

"Isn't it only natural for a brother to wash his sister's hair? Rosalia has been scrubbing her brother's back for so many years! So many years!"

"Lilia wants to too..."

The conversation was as intimate and affectionate as that between an ordinary brother and sister, but the hellish scene around them and the strange, abnormal, and even magical reality made the mercenary tremble. He even felt like he was having a bizarre nightmare.

Shen Liang turned to look at him.

“Your subordinate, Major Smith, says you once arrested my sister. I know you don’t know much about them, but I need to know more about you so I can find them.”

Shen Liang said calmly.

“You can pretend to be a tough guy, but I’ve traveled all the way from a peaceful country to Aisha, and time is of the essence. So I will use the most ruthless means possible to shorten my time. Your mercenaries in Aisha are said to number only a little over three hundred, and more than a hundred have already died at my hands. So it’s clear that those Valkyries can’t save you.”

The mercenary's pupils contracted.

Chapter 139 I will make all the Valkyries pay with their lives for my sister

"You are... Valkyries!" The mercenary finally realized who the enemy was, and he cried out, "The supernatural side does not allow attacks on ordinary people, it's a covenant!"

"I'm a man, not a Valkyrie. The covenant has no effect on me," Shen Liang said calmly. "Besides, the covenant only prohibits violence against ordinary people. Are you ordinary people?"

“You are a pack of lawless war hyenas. You are following orders from behind the scenes to invade a peaceful sovereign nation. You even dare to harm the citizens of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council.”

“I am Chinese. The first thing you did when you saw me was to shoot me because you saw a picture of my sister, and my sister is Siberian. We both come from the most powerful country in the world. If you still dare to act like this, I think you are not much different from terrorists.”

"I don't know what the conventions of the supernatural side are, but I know that killing some terrorists who dare to target citizens of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council certainly does not violate the Geneva Conventions."

"so."

Shen Liang, expressionless, pried open his mouth with a knife. "Answer my question. I am a writer, not a prison warden. I do not enjoy torturing people. Don't always force me to hurt you."