Delta: I have a 1-Haf Coin instant kill system!

Zhang Zhao looked at the six people who had surrounded him and shrugged.

The Dragon Slayer spun in his palm, its blade tracing an arc of light.

"Let's all come at once, I'm in a bit of a hurry."

H-1000 scoffed, "Arrogant!"

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved. His black leather jacket left a blur in the smoke as he lunged straight at Zhang Zhao's face.

The H-47 and H-800 followed closely behind, blocking Zhang Zhao's retreat from both the left and right.

The three people moved almost in sync, as if one brain was directing three bodies.

Wuming stood still, his gaze fixed on the battlefield.

Hamk and Said exchanged a glance, then looked back at Reis, who was struggling to crawl out of the ground.

The two exchanged a glance, then pressed down on each other from the left and right.

Five figures simultaneously attacked Zhang Zhao on the battlefield!

The H-1000's fist arrived first.

Zhang Zhao did not retreat; he raised his left arm and easily caught the punch.

"boom--"

Fist and palm collided, creating a shockwave that caused H-1000's pupils to shrink sharply.

He felt as if his fist had smashed into an iron wall!

Zhang Zhao remained completely still!

With a flick of his wrist, he gripped H-1000's fist and pulled it sharply towards his chest—

H-1000 was pulled so hard that he lost his balance and staggered forward half a step.

At the same time, Zhang Zhao wielded the Dragon Slayer Sword and swung it towards the opponent's head!

H-1000 hurriedly ducked, the blade grazing his scalp, narrowly avoiding the blow.

Luckily, he had no hair, otherwise this cut would have ruined his hairstyle!

And all these actions happened in the blink of an eye!

The offensive of H-47s and H-800s has also arrived.

Two short swords were drawn simultaneously, one on the left and one on the right, stabbing at Zhang Zhao's ribs and neck respectively.

At the same time, Hamk and Said pressed forward from both sides from behind.

The four attacks arrived almost simultaneously!

At that moment, the air seemed to tighten.

but--

Black mist erupted from beneath Zhang Zhao's feet, instantly engulfing his figure completely.

All four attacks missed simultaneously!

The fist slammed into the smoke, the dagger sliced ​​through the air, but neither hit anything!

The next second, a hand shrouded in black mist emerged from the smoke.

That hand precisely gripped H-47's wrist as he held the knife, and twisted it forcefully—

"Click!"

A crisp sound!

H-47 groaned as his wrist bone broke and his dagger slipped from his hand.

Zhang Zhao emerged from the smoke, caught the short sword, and tossed it with a backhand motion—

The blade shot out and precisely pierced H-800's right shoulder!

H-800's offensive abruptly halted, its body leaning back, a dark patch appearing on its black leather jacket.

Zhang Zhao's movements were almost continuous.

He dodged Saeed's claws by sidestepping, then turned and hurled the H-1000 toward Saeed.

Saeed bent down to dodge, but his attack was interrupted.

Hamk's fist followed closely behind.

Zhang Zhao merely tilted his head slightly, the force of the punch grazing his earlobe.

He looked at the figure standing in front of him and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

That's it?

A serious expression finally appeared on Hamk's face.

This guy in front of me is completely different from the one I was just talking about!

But just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded from the other side of the battlefield.

Reis had already climbed out of the dent in the armored vehicle, the blood still fresh from the corner of his mouth.

Instead of charging at Zhang Zhao, he turned sideways towards the concrete pillar where Rometheus was hiding.

Zhang Zhao caught the movement out of the corner of his eye, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

He tried to move, but the H-1000 had already pressed down on him again!

Despite losing an arm, H-47 gripped a short knife in his other hand and, without changing his expression, blocked his way again.

Hamk and Said also blocked his route at the same time.

"No!"

Reis staggered to the side of the pillar and dragged Rometheus out from behind it.

Rometheus lifted his feet off the ground and struggled twice.

Reese grinned, revealing a mouthful of gold teeth stained with blood, and turned to look in Zhang Zhao's direction.

That look in his eyes was full of provocation.

"Boss Hamk! Let's go!"

Reis spat out a mouthful of blood and dragged Rometheus away towards the outer edge of the battlefield.

Hamk did not hesitate and turned to follow.

Saeed immediately turned to the side, flipped the Crimson Claw Blade in his palm, and retreated as a backup.

H-1000 squinted at Zhang Zhao, and made a decision after a moment.

"Chase--!"

Three figures in black leather jackets turned without hesitation and chased after Reis.

The encirclement collapsed instantly.

In the heart of the battlefield, only Zhang Zhao and Wuming remained.

Zhang Zhao glanced at Wuming, who was also looking at him.

The two stared at each other from about ten meters away, the heatwave distorting the air around them.

"Aren't you going to pursue them?" Wuming spoke first.

Zhang Zhao shook his head, twirled the Dragon Slayer sword in his hand, and flicked away the blood droplets on its blade.

He stored the knife in the system space, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

"Our mission is complete!"

"Although Hamk blew up the Tower of Babel and ruined the press conference, the outcome was good!"

He paused, his gaze passing over the nameless man's shoulder, and looking in the direction where Reiss had dragged Rometheus away.

"As for Rometheus, it doesn't matter who takes him away, as long as he doesn't fall back into Hafk's hands and continue his old ways, then we've won."

Wuming looked at Zhang Zhao, wondering how much of what he said was true and how much was false.

Zhang Zhao did not give him a chance to ask any further questions.

He glanced at the black mist around him that was slowly receding.

He actually knew that in the game's backstory from his previous life, Rometheus had been taken away.

By maintaining the original course of events, he still had some control over what would happen next.

Moreover, he wasn't confident he could take care of all of them in the remaining time.

Zhang Zhao shrugged and turned his head slightly. "See you later."

As soon as the two words landed, black mist surged up from his feet, instantly enveloping him.

The next second, the mist collapsed, leaving only a ring of fine dust in its place.

Wuming stood there, looking at the empty ground.

After a few seconds of silence, he turned away and quickly chased after the direction where Reis and his group had disappeared.

......

The smoke of battle still billows outside the Tower of Babel.

The gunfire on the battlefield has become much less frequent.

Hudson was leaning against a half-collapsed low wall.

He braced himself against the wall with one hand and gripped his collar tightly with the other, his violent coughing causing him to arch his back.

The explosion of the Tower of Babel generated a large amount of dust and smoke.

Ever since that shockwave, the itch in his throat hadn't gone away.

His eyes were red from coughing, and his breathing could be clearly heard amidst the ruins.

He pulled an asthma inhaler out of his pocket, flicked the cap open with his thumb, and pressed it against his lips twice.

The hissing sound of the spray was particularly distinct between coughs.

He took two deep breaths to calm down, then leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

Hudson slowly straightened up, the tightness in his chest gradually subsiding.

He opened his eyes and glanced around.

All the bald clones he brought were killed in the battle!

No... all that's left is to chase after Reis's H-1000, H-47, and H-800.

Hudson put the asthma inhaler back in his pocket, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.

After this incident, his foundation was severely damaged.

It seems the plans to establish a space base and destroy AZ3... will have to be postponed!