Ark Chess Player.

Lin Lu then realized that the connection between Lin Lu and Anemone had been severed ever since the Ark Driver erroneously transformed and reverted to data stored in the past.

Could it be due to a system version mismatch?

Lin Lu, puzzled, put the assault rifle, which had been broken in two, back on his waist. The advantage of remembering the terrain was now evident, allowing him to avoid being tripped by the treacherous terrain during his retreat.

There's another way, there's another way...

Despite being in danger, Lin Lu remained completely calm.

The more critical the situation, the calmer his mind became.

"—!"

As the data-driven spiritual realm indicated the Vengeance Mark emanating from the Butcher's head as he battled the Avengers, Lin Lu felt his mental module heating up. A strong feeling compelled him, urging him on. In his mind, the vague figure of a woman wearing an eyepatch over her right eye appeared, smiling helplessly at him with a hint of doting affection in her smile.

"Leave the rest to me, Commander."

The woman spoke slowly.

Lin Lu's eyes gradually turned black. His hands moved with mechanical precision, quickly releasing the hooks and moving the black box hanging on his back to his front. The bulky outer shell was lifted, and with a scarlet light, the weapon case revealed its truly ferocious appearance.

The small firepower platform, built based on Ironblood's technology, and the jet-black gun jokingly called the "True Griffin Jupiter Cannon," were now in Lin Lu's hands.

The gun's locking mechanisms disengaged one by one under the resonance of their minds, and the black muzzle rose, aiming at the enemy bound by the Mark of the Vengeful One. Lin Lu's finger pressed tightly against the trigger, and in that instant, the harmonious feeling of the gun and his body becoming one rose once more. It was as if the bones in his shoulders had fused with the mechanical parts of the gun, the bones locking the stock in place, and this slender body had transformed into a war fortress, even though his back looked so thin.

"I will have your AI calculate the rationale for suicide."

Lin Lu said softly, as if someone possessed his body and was using his throat to utter a disdainful laugh.

A deafening roar of cannons suddenly erupted.

Lin Lu pulled the trigger, and a violent flame erupted from the muzzle, spitting out a thick, pillar-like tongue of fire.

The shell accelerated, whistling as it left the barrel, engulfing the Butcher who was relentlessly swinging his giant axe at the Avengers. The massive muzzle pierced his body, splattering black blood everywhere. Immediately following was a violent explosion with a radius of twenty meters, the ground rising like a sun, intense flames shooting skyward! A fierce wind swept in, the flames continuing to burn fiercely; to the uninformed, it seemed as if Lungmen had finally revealed its weapon of mass destruction, its full might finally be on display.

Chapter 182 The Dragon Witch

The world seemed to quiet down.

A scorching wind howled past, ruffling Lin Lu's clothes. He calmly gazed ahead as towering waves of flame erupted from the sea of ​​fire. The small firepower platform, built using Ironblood's technology, possessed a far greater destructive power than he had imagined. It was in no way inferior to Rhodes Island's three-star nutritional package, the Little Sweetheart Energy Cannon.

"Thanks for your hard work, M4."

Lin Lu stood on the smoke-filled battlefield, the black gun in his hand gradually dissipating, along with his humanoid riding form.

In the dim light, Lin Lu seemed to feel a warm embrace.

A humanoid girl, transformed into light and shadow, embraced him, her virtual arms encircling his neck, their faces gently leaning against each other.

“Commander, I cannot stop here and enjoy this rare moment of beauty, because my goal has not yet been achieved. I will leave again and again, stepping into dangerous unknowns again and again... But please believe me, I will cross all paths back, and resolutely walk towards you and embrace you.”

"Then, please allow me to make one last request."

"……wait for me."

The girl's voice gradually faded away. Lin Lu suddenly turned around and stared at the light particles floating in the air. He reached out but could not touch them.

“M4a1…”

Lin Lu silently memorized the name.

Just then, a faint sound came from behind.

Lin Lu felt a chill run down his spine. Even after all this, he still hadn't been able to kill him?!

A chill ran down Lin Lu's spine as he slowly turned to look. In the sea of ​​fire, the Butcher had been blasted to pieces by the violent explosion; his iron mask shattered into fragments, and the black insects were burned to ashes. Large swaths of ore lay scattered on the ground, the black sludge dried by the flames and solidified into a phlegm-like substance that clung to the ore. When the fusion rate between somatic cells and Originium reaches 100%, those infected with Oripathy will become Originium sculptures, and can even be processed…

The ragged Avenger rose from the flames, swaying unsteadily, as charred remains continuously fell from his body, crashing to the ground and turning to dust.

The Avenger raised the charred blade in his hand, tilted his head slightly, and wisps of black smoke drifted out.

Beneath the tattered mask were crimson eyes filled with intense willpower.

Lin Lu slowly placed his hand on the class card box, gently inhaled, and kept his breathing steady.

It's important to understand that the Avenger's Mark deals 600% of the damage of a normal attack from an M4a1 assault rifle, and inflicts 100% splash damage on enemies within its target area. In other words, the Avenger withstood Lin Lu's true Jupiter Cannon and even had the strength to issue a declaration of war.

The data-driven Spirit Realm still cannot ascertain the Avengers' individual attributes, nor can it gain an intelligence advantage tactically, but there is one thing Lin Lu is certain of.

The opponent was not affected by Mephisto's herding spell. Both his superb swordsmanship and his sharp mind that could quickly assess the situation and change tactics showed that he was quite quick-witted and had his own opinions and judgments.

Without any attribute boosts, the Avengers withstood the bombardment of the Jupiter Cannon with their own strength...

WDNMD, this is the real monster!

"Shaha...Shaha..."

Heavy breathing came from beneath the Avenger's mask, rugged yet tinged with a hint of joy.

The Avenger stared at Lin Lu, his indistinct words seemingly conveying something, his crimson eyes gleaming.

Mad babbling continued, an indistinguishable mix of hatred and other emotions, which intensified until it manifested as a fierce Originium Arts attack. The Avenger stood amidst the sea of ​​fire, slowly raising his blade. He channeled the surging flames into his katana, drawing upon the surrounding heat to create a blazing white inferno.

With a fierce and sharp blade, his combat instincts kicked in, and his surging fighting spirit shielded him from all pain; in the eyes of the Avenger, there was only Lin Lu.

"So you're the one calling yourself the Avenger?"

Lin Lu raised an eyebrow, then pulled a card from the class card box and pointed it directly at Red Blade Bro.

"This card will do the trick against you."

Lin Lu tossed the class card into the central card slot of the Ark Driver, placed his hands on the side handles, and pushed it forward with a crossover motion.

"Guard"

The Ark Driver emitted a clear sound, and the sniper icon on the central core was transformed into the Guardian class symbol, shimmering with bright light.

However, another anomaly occurred.

Lin Lu had originally planned to transform into the Sarkaz warrior Flamebringer to show his opponent what a real Red Blade Bro was! But the Ark Driver seemed to have imported past data again. The Guardian class emblem was now tinged with flames, black flames coiling around the Ark Driver.

The dragon-shaped flame totem leaped high, then descended amidst the turmoil, engulfing Lin Lü in flames.

"Avenger"

Burning, burning, everything is burning and collapsing.

The smell of burning flesh and blood, the horrifying screams, and the excruciating pain in the internal organs with every breath.

Lin Lu felt as if he were in a sea of ​​fire. He heard countless cheers, insults, and applause.

Both hands and heart were covered with a cold touch, and even the flames seemed to have lost their warmth.

Deceived, betrayed, and exploited, all the resentment, regret, and anger filled Lin Lu's chest to the brim.

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!!"

A distorted smile appeared on Lin Lu's face, and his laughter grew even more hearty, as melodious as silver bells.

This flame is both a graveyard and a cradle.

"Servant"

Hellish flames painted the sky with strange phenomena; the dark clouds lingering in the night sky took on a somber orange-red hue, as if lightning were dancing among them. Crimson clouds should appear at sunrise or sunset, but now, in the dead of night, those unaware of the danger might mistake them for ominous clouds, filled with terror. It seemed as if something terrible was about to happen, causing a chilling unease and an involuntary sense of dread. The people of Yan believed this: unusual celestial phenomena must indicate something beyond the laws of nature.

Beneath the rosy clouds, on the desolate plain.

Lin Lu's figure appeared in the firelight, and the flames surrounding him quietly condensed into an unclean flag. The flagpole was three meters high, and the two-and-a-half-meter-wide flag fluttered in the wind, displaying the emblem of the Dragon Witch.

Lin Lu extended his left hand, black thorns wrapped around the hilt of the sword, and he grasped the evil-looking demonic sword in his hand, swiftly unleashing a sharp blade of light.

The blazing katana and longsword intertwined, their flames maintaining a constant balance, neither giving way to the other.

"Let me show you what I hate and what I resent!"

Lin Lu let out a wild, arrogant laugh. The biting heat ruffled his long, silver-gray hair, and his sinister golden eyes reflected the avenger's figure. His jet-black armor radiated a chilling, fiery aura, and his chain-bound black cloak fluttered in the wind like the tip of a flame.

The cobalt blue patterns on the Ark Driver glowed red, and a clear mechanical female voice announced the arrival of the Spirit Origin.

"Joan of Arc Alter".

Chapter 183 Roar! My Wrath!

Mania, riot, catharsis, pleasure.

Lin Lu holds a sword in his left hand and a flag in his right, making him capable of both offense and defense.

Even so, Lin Lu realized he had underestimated the Avenger. Even with his A-rank Strength and Agility, he still couldn't gain the upper hand. Rather, it was as if the opponent was a madman; the more injuries he sustained, the more ferocious his aggression became.

"This is really... persistent!"

The demonic sword and katana left black and white trails in the air, the blazing white flames and the chilling black flames constantly intertwining. The black armor was slashed open by the Avenger, the chain-bound cloak was torn apart, and Lin Lu roared as he pierced the Avenger's shoulder with the flag in his right hand, pushing it deep backward.

Blood spurted from Lin Lu and the Avenger's wounds simultaneously, instantly turning into plumes of blood mist that steamed on the scorching battlefield.

The battlefield where the two fought was devoid of life; even the weeds growing in the cracks of the rocks had been burned to ashes by the destructive shockwaves. The constantly erupting flames scorched the surrounding area into a deathly wasteland, the smell of burning filling the nostrils and the taste of rust filling the mouth.

Lin Lu couldn't even spare the attention to think about the state of the defenses, nor could he give instructions on the killer's next target.

The Spirit Realm operates at overclocked speed, updating data in milliseconds; otherwise, it cannot keep up with the opponent's actions.

Lin Lu had to admit that the Avenger was truly a rare swordsman in the world.

As their injuries worsened, Lin Lu, whose durability was only C, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, while Red Blade Bro became stronger and stronger with each battle.

The unique Originium Arts allowed the Avenger to exchange his life for power. Immersed in swordsmanship and death battles, he cared nothing for his own life.

The Avenger's heart is filled with nothing but swordsmanship and victory. He nourishes himself with the blood of the strong, sustenance from triumphs in battle, and strength from the lives of his adversaries. He joined the Reunion Movement for only one reason: he needed a war, a war that could fulfill his desires.

The day when all things come to an end will be the day of the ruler.

Those who are engulfed in flames and consumed by lust, and who attempt to extinguish their anger, will inevitably be consumed by the fire.

The Avenger suddenly tilted his head back, and the blood-stained blade ignited the blazing white flames with a red glow. The katana whistled as it swung up, and the sound of armor shattering was clear and loud.

Enraged, he wielded a heavy blade.

Lin Lu had no choice but to retreat, placing the black flag in front of him and breathing heavily.

Large splatter of blood stained the scorched ground with a new color, but the bloodstains quickly evaporated under the high temperature, turning into a faint red mist.

Lin Lucan's golden eyes betrayed his exhaustion; he was wounded, a gruesome gash on his abdomen. His black armor shattered, his purple evening gown torn, exposing large patches of his snow-white skin. Murky blood stained his pristine white skin, a poignant sight.

The Avenger was also badly injured; his muscles and shoulder blades were pierced by the sharp spearhead of the flag.

His blood soaked the white chessboard, staining the Dragon Witch's emblem with a blood-red plating.

The two were nearly ten meters apart, and this was the first time they had taken a break to catch their breath during the ten minutes of intense fighting.

The sound of burning flames echoed continuously, neither side showing any sign of extinguishing their fire. Black and red flames divided the ground into two distinct areas. The flames burned, and the air crackled with explosions, the infernos devouring the thin air, neither side showing any intention of yielding.

Lin Lu slowly straightened his back, holding the Banner of Curses in front of him, his dark golden eyes staring straight ahead.

Jeanne Alter, Lin Lu has no memory of the past, but he can sense Jeanne Alter's rage, a rage that wishes to ignite the sky and the earth. It is a rage that fuels his anger towards those who claim to be righteous and those who have no doubt about it, and it drives him to act against them.

Clearly, Jeanne Alter is different from the Rhodes Island operators, and even different from M4a1.

Rules that don't belong to this world are presented once again.

The cursed banner held by Joan of Arc, who descended to earth as the Dragon Witch.

In the name of the Avengers, they magically transform and burn the resentment around them.

The opponent's wickedness, corruption, and self-righteousness will be thoroughly exposed.

"All evil has gathered here; the time for revenge has come!"

Lin Lu shouted loudly, his twisted malice almost enveloping his entire body in a sinister purple aura.

This is a battlefield, and the resentment of the Reunion Movement has become nourishment for Lin Lu.

Although his injuries could not be healed, at least he had the strength to strike again.

Even so, the Avenger showed no intention of stopping the war. He calmly waited for Lin Lu to transform his evil thoughts into a blazing magic.

The Avengers had only one thought.

Defeat a powerful enemy, or be defeated by a powerful enemy.

The raging fire surged up again, and Lin Lu raised the banner of curses, laughing wildly.

"Come on, roar in hell."

"For the joy of birth, for the hatred of birth, for the despair of birth."