Gao Wu: After transforming into a soft girl, I became a calamity?

Jiang Mian stood quietly dozens of meters away from Li Huan, creating an eerie vacuum around her.

Any calamity that tries to approach her will be shredded into mincemeat by the sharp wind blades.

The surrounding "wind" has almost recovered.

Thanks to the perception brought by the wind, this chaotic curtain not only did not obscure her vision, but instead became a theater that she could control.

She had the location of the members of Squad Five, as well as the battle between the Imitation Man and Number Eight, all under her control.

Just now, she sensed Number Four's presence approaching.

I wonder how he managed to find people in this black fog, and how efficient he was.

Jiang Mian didn't care about that; once he dealt with Number Eight and the imitator, they would just come to him on their own.

but……

The captain and his team had clearly escaped the influence of the Chaos Veil, but after recovering for a while, they came back to fight.

And isn't that Sister Su firing a gun?!

them……

Jiang Mian really didn't know what to say.

She had originally wanted to see if there were any high-quality Calamities, but now it seems that all that's coming are small fry, and there isn't even a Tier 3 one yet.

As for the transport team... Jiang Mian "saw" it fairly clearly: after Xiong Yu's team got off the vehicle, they weren't swept very far.

As long as you stay put and don't wander off, your chances of being rescued are still very high.

After all, the vanguard of this calamity was attacking Squad 5, so the pressure on the rest would be relatively much less.

Moreover... although the Radiant Monument on the transport vehicle was not activated, it would subconsciously avoid the area if the calamity approached.

As long as someone notices the anomaly and activates one of the devices, this man-made fog tide can be dispelled.

Thinking of this, Jiang Mian glanced at Li Huan again.

He was surrounded by numerous low-level calamities and showed signs of fatigue, but his life was not in immediate danger.

With the captain and others drawing fire from the perimeter, they should soon be able to detect the unusual convergence of calamities here.

She turned around, not lingering any longer.

The wind around her subtly changed direction, pushing her towards another battlefield.

……

"hateful……"

Number Eight, clutching the charred burn on his right hand, disappeared back into the black mist.

Imitators are indeed troublesome.

Even with the help of equipment to make up for some of the disadvantages in direct combat, it is still extremely difficult to fight against a high-sequence calamity.

He roughly knew the capabilities that the imitator currently possessed.

Sequence 135 [Steel Bone], Sequence 98 [Wind Chaser], and... Sequence 83 [Wildfire].

Where does it get so much high-quality flesh and blood?

Could it have been devoured before it came to this base city?

Probably!

I've heard that an imitator's ability to copy can be retained for a long time as long as it's not used, until it's replaced by a more advanced ability.

"I miscalculated..."

Number 8 usually deals more with people, but this calamity is more troublesome than expected.

With its physical abilities, mental attacks, and even the ability to manipulate elements, it has so many methods that if I were to fight it head-on, I probably wouldn't last long.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough; otherwise, if he had been hit head-on by that fireball, given his fragile defense, he would probably have immediately lost most of his fighting ability.

Ahua bent down and carefully sensed it.

Damn spoiled food, it's gone into the shadows again.

The flavor of the little cake, which was faintly discernible, has now completely disappeared.

A strange sense of unease welled up inside him, followed by an overwhelming feeling of frustration.

Even without smelling the odor, its condition was clearly off.

As if controlled by something, my thoughts drifted away, and even the appearance of that little cake seemed quite cute...

What does this even mean?!

Ahua rubbed his head. How could someone like him, a calamity, possibly have any sense of aesthetics?

Aren't all those humans just food? The only difference is whether they look clean or not...

Just then, a white mist suddenly rose up around them, clearly distinguishing them from the surrounding black fog.

"Who?!"

In its perception, the white mist was not fog, but rather carried a dampness, as if it were the product of some kind of power.

Ahua couldn't detect any aura from it and couldn't determine whether the other party was of the same kind or human, so he hesitated for a moment.

Its abilities have been used up very few times... most of them were wasted on this spoiled food.

If another person of unknown strength comes along... then the little cake is really going to run away.

"Number six?"

Number Eight looked at the white mist around him and then remembered Number Six, whom he had sent away.

Isn't this a typical characteristic of [Hidden Mist] before making a move?

From the start of the operation until now, he hasn't even seen the other party once.

I thought they were trying to cheat and take advantage of loopholes in the mission, but I didn't expect them to come now.

That's true. Ever since everyone in the group took that inhibitor, we've never seen it fail.

However, he needed to determine the other party's condition, whether their body had been controlled by the inhibitor before they came.

Before he could speak, a weak female voice rang out from around them:

"Taking this long to fight a Calamity? Number Eight, are you even capable...?"

Number Eight's eye twitched. "Go ahead and try hitting me if you dare!"

And you, a mere Tier 2, have such a big mouth?

However, since she can still communicate, it means the inhibitors haven't taken effect... She's probably a true lone wolf, just a bit unsociable?

In any case, having teammates is a good thing.

With that thought in mind, he became bolder and looked around, trying to find Number Six.

The imitator on the other side was clearly hesitant and didn't dare to make any rash moves for a while.

However, all around him was a hazy, black-and-white mist, as if the sound he had just heard was merely a hallucination.

"?"

Number Eight immediately thought of a possibility.

"You're at level three?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Mian, who was hiding in the shadows, and Ahua, who was not far away, were both taken aback.

She was originally prepared to spend a few seconds separating this area from the surroundings, since she was still a little uneasy about the chaotic veil that was beyond her control.

Unexpectedly, Number Eight took the initiative to find a suitable excuse for her?

Ahua's desire to retreat intensified. This spoiled food was well-equipped and had the advantage of the environment. It was starting to feel nauseous from constantly hiding and fighting it.

Moreover, if the remaining skill uses are wasted here, it would be a huge loss.

Why not take advantage of the one more chance to use [Chase the Wind] and grab that little cake first?

Seeing it turn to leave, Number Eight suddenly panicked.

"Number Six, it's almost used up all three of its skills: [Steel Bones], [Wind Chaser], and [Wildfire]!"

The imitator clearly still had energy left, but he was exhausted and had difficulty even moving, let alone fighting.

We've been fighting for so long, isn't it all for Jiang Mian?

Calamity is quite obsessed with food; if it gets away, it will definitely go looking for it again!

What kind of situation is this?

They came here to give Jiang Mian her medicine, but now they're trying to protect her from being devoured by the calamity?!

"Oh? Is that so? But... for me, whether I have skill attempts or not makes no difference."

He was just about to ask what it meant when

But then a pitch-black hand appeared, reaching directly into the imitator's back and piercing through him.

The hand that burst out of the chest was clutching a gray calamity core!