NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

The woman stared intently into Phoenix's eyes, her sinister tone practically screaming a threat.

And what about men?

Faced with Honglian's blatant threat, the unscrupulous man, whose survival instinct was always at its peak, didn't even think twice before resolutely shaking his head violently.

"No difference."

"Absolutely the same."

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Two or three hundred meters away on the other side of the snow-covered hill, a man and a woman were secretly staging an old-fashioned drama of a domineering CEO falling in love with me in broad daylight.

Meanwhile, at the safe house, Shirayuki was focused on modifying Honglian's beloved sword—"Flower Never Lasts Ten Days".

"Is this much blood enough?"

Beside the table, Ms. Walter, who had learned that her blood could lift the NIMPH restrictions and thus bring Nikki freedom, not only didn't worry about her future safety, but instead asked curiously:

"By the way, why did you have to put my blood in Honglian's knife? Couldn't you use that kind of blood bullet? I heard the instructor say that there are such bullets."

"No."

When it comes to discussing weapons manufacturing, Shirayuki is quite easy to get talking.

There was no need for Huaerqiulei to ask any further questions; the foodie readily explained:

"The disarming bullets are more like a special alloy that fuses blood and metal together. This technology was top secret within the human alliance at the time, and I have no recollection of it."

Take a step back and say that.

I've seen the fight between Honglian and her sister. Normantechesh is a level above Honglian in terms of reaction speed, mobility, and combat skills.

As for Honglian... she could cut bullets with her sword a long time ago.

"Slice a bullet with a knife?"

After listening to Bai Xue's explanation, Hua Erqiulei's worldview was once again forcibly refreshed.

"But you also said that Honglian can't beat her sister... so what's the point of filling the knife with blood?"

"I only said she couldn't beat him, it doesn't mean she couldn't stab him in the back."

As the foodie spoke, he stroked the tip of the knife with his hand, a hint of disdain without malice appearing in his otherwise calm, dark gold eyes.

Everyone here is a commander, how can this little girl be so clueless? If it were Phoenix, she probably wouldn't even need to explain so much...

No, that's not right. That man would never ask such a question.

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"Considering that the blade structure should not be damaged and the blade strength should not be affected, I finally decided to add a metal capsule on each side of the blade tip."

After completing the modification of the melee weapon, Bai Xue gripped the hilt of the sword with her right hand and pointed to the tip with her left, saying to Hong Lian and Phoenix, who had just returned to the house:

"You only need to pierce Normantchesh's body with the tip of your knife to a depth of fourteen millimeters, and the metal capsule will burst due to the pressure, allowing the blood inside the capsule to flow into his body."

The location doesn't matter, understand?

"know."

The swordsman nodded casually, his eyes slightly glazed with intoxication, seemingly in a rather pleasant mood.

"Don't worry, I won't want to die from now on."

Chapter 268 The Battle Begins

Martial arts practitioners can be broadly divided into two types.

One type is the Chaotic School, which disregards all rules and believes that any skill that kills is a good skill. Their methods include, but are not limited to, iaido (drawing a spear with a sword), secretly administering potent poison, and running people over with dump trucks, among other astonishing maneuvers.

Another type is the sentimental school that uses martial arts as a foundation for self-cultivation.

They have many rules and high moral standards, but unfortunately, people in their faction tend to have the fatal flaw of being overly idealistic.

—The red lotus and the rose are the best examples of this today.

Bathed in the pale golden morning light, amidst the soft snowfall in the far north, two graceful figures, one in black and one in white, became the protagonists of this boundless land.

Have the housework been resolved?

When Honglian came to visit again, Normantechesh still joked with her in good-nature, just like a gossipy older sister who was very curious about her younger sister's love life.

However, no longer harboring any intention to die, Honglian abandoned her previous languid demeanor and even skipped the usual pre-battle pleasantries. In an instant, she drew her sword and slashed at Qianghua, who was a hundred meters away.

The piercing sound of metal scraping suddenly echoed across this vast, icy land.

In the blink of an eye, the snowfield, which was originally as flat as a lake, exploded into sixteen or seventeen ice crystal dust clouds, each several stories high.

The visual effects are so stunning that they rival the epic battles in fantasy movies.

"This...they really used mass-produced, modified melee Niki???"

Several hundred meters away, at a higher elevation.

Anise, who witnessed all of this, couldn't help but mutter to herself, her face as ugly as if she had found half a cockroach corpse with teeth marks in the lining of a hamburger.

"Ugh—! We're all Niki, can't they at least tone it down a little? Making such a fuss makes us look like a bunch of grunts! You agree, Lapi."

Lhabi: "..."

As the ultimate trump card for the Pure Land of Bliss, Lapi didn't know how to answer her friend's question, so she could only helplessly glance at the ground and change the subject, saying:

“Commander, I still think you shouldn’t stay here. Fighting heretics is far too dangerous. If they suddenly make you their primary target, we have no chance of guaranteeing your safety.”

The adjutant's implication was simply that "it's not too late to retreat now."

Phoenix's unintentional reply plunged Nikki and the others into a deep sense of powerlessness and guilt.

"It's okay, it's all the same anyway."

A simple sentence, without even a subject, can fully express the various near-death experiences someone has gone through along the way.

Yes, they're all the same.

From their first encounter and the fierce battle against the Roaring Roar, to their struggle against the Death Tyrant during the retreat to the far north, whether it was Lapi, Anis, or Marian and Mihara, they never truly ensured the commander's relative safety, no matter how hard they tried.

Sometimes, the commander even has to risk his life to turn the tide.

"Ok?"

Sensing the somewhat somber atmosphere, one of the instigators turned to the side and looked behind him.

Seeing his subordinates either pursing their lips in silence or bowing their heads with lowered eyes, Phoenix quickly realized that these women might have misinterpreted his meaning.

"I want to say that with Huaerqiulei in the team, it's the same no matter where we go."

The unscrupulous man lived up to his reputation, immediately shifting the blame onto his cheap student.

"She was known as an unlucky person during her training at MMR High School. A few days ago, she reportedly accidentally blew up a power plant. She seems to be the kind of person who brings trouble wherever she goes."

"Eh?"

The protagonist, Huaerqiulei, was initially taken aback when the instructor suddenly redirected her firepower, then muttered resentfully:

"What? The instructors aren't much better off than me. Every mission they go on either involves encountering special Lechers, pilgrims, or heretics..."

suddenly!

Before Walter could finish speaking, Dorothy and Isabel's alarm came through the squadron's communication channel.

"Commander, at 27 degrees south of west and 45 degrees north of west, a large number of Lechers has been detected, estimated to be around 1,000, with the closest distance being about 6 kilometers."

"Commander, a large number of Lechers have been detected in the east-northeast, due east, and east-southeast directions. The formation is too dispersed to visually estimate the number. The closest distance is approximately six kilometers."

Beneath the clouds, Dorothy and Isabel, who were in charge of reconnaissance, hovered in the air, their faces shrouded in gloom.

As I said before, the snowfield is too vast. Although there are still ups and downs, there is a lack of cover for concealment. Once fire is opened in this terrain, both sides will become moving targets for the other.

"Proceed with Plan Five. Dorothy will rendezvous with the squadron and operate alongside Snow White, ready to intercept Rose at any time. Isabel will assist the squadron in air superiority."

As a seasoned counter-attack master who is constantly besieged by Lecher, Phoenix remained completely unfazed after learning of Lecher's movements.

He continued to issue orders methodically:

"Lorf carries Walchure on her back, and Labi informs Red Lotus that we will prepare to launch the Sky Ring in one minute."

The lieutenant's plan may sound crazy at first glance, but if you think about it carefully, you will find that this seemingly suicidal behavior is actually an excellent solution.

Rudmila explicitly stated that the diameter of the celestial rings was 826 meters and the average depth was 157 meters.

After further modifications by the human alliance, Sky Ring still stands nearly forty meters tall. Given its scale, it's no exaggeration to say that the internal structure of Sky Ring Fortress is comparable to a miniature steel city.

And what Niki and Phoenix excel at most is urban warfare.

"All personnel, prepare."