Ark Chess Player.

"Mission initiated, all personnel mobilize!"

Everyone: "Yes!"

While Rhodes Island executed its tactical orders in an orderly fashion, the new recruits at Lungmen were in complete disarray.

Most of the new students at Longmen lacked combat experience. Even Huang Laogou, the nominal leader, was just a dropout and a petty thug who gradually built his power through connections among delinquent students. A heartless person like Huang Laogou wouldn't care how detrimental his actions would be to Longmen; he only wanted to sell Longmen for a good price.

Don't talk about important matters with thugs; they won't understand, and they don't want to understand.

The modified long-barreled baseball launcher was filled with a large amount of igniter and Originium blocks. These audacious young people actually fired at Amiya while wearing only tactical vests and holding the cannon barrel with both hands!

They could tell who the key figure in this group of infected was, but they didn't expect that the improved baseball launcher they had been longing to use would, after spraying out Originium fragments, have its muzzle flames and Originium dust splashed onto their faces.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!"

The two college students who fired the first shot let out piercing screams, flames swirling around their hands, sending sharp, knife-like pain through them. Originium dust scattered everywhere, further aggravating their injuries as they slapped their arms in an attempt to extinguish the fire.

Most critically, in their haste, the two of them threw the scalding hot launcher to the ground. The launcher, which hadn't been designed with safety features from the initial modifications, was subjected to a secondary shock during the violent shaking. The unevaporated Originium fragments mixed with the ignition source, instantly igniting a massive fire.

Those who play with fire will get burned.

Just as the new students of Lungmen were injuring themselves by a thousand due to the godlike operation, the improved shells they fired did not stop.

Razer instinctively raised her Flash Shield to try and block, but Franka beside her let out a soft sigh and leaped high onto her shoulder.

"I'll take care of this one, and you can have the other one, Amiya."

Franka's tone was light and cheerful, as if she were doing something trivial, but her eyes were as sharp as blades. Unfortunately, eyes alone cannot cut through an enemy; only the sharp blade in her hand can truly cleave them in two.

The slender sword, spiraling and coiling like a serpent, is engraved with countless exquisite patterns. Apart from its blade being as sharp as a scorpion's sting, it looks more like an art piece than a weapon. Even the black iron scabbard is covered in patterns, exuding a faint, bewitching, and sinister aura.

Franka leaped off Razer's shoulder, and the other creature calmly absorbed the force, seemingly unfazed.

The cannonball was fast, but Franka's swordsmanship was even faster! The rapier in her hand wasn't deliberately designed with a unique shape for personal interest; it was to perfectly utilize her Originium Arts. In just two breaths, the blade rose to 2,500 degrees!

Ultimate sharpness!

The blazing white sword light met the incoming Originium block, which Franka easily sliced ​​in half.

The Originium fragments flew toward the Lungmen freshmen groups on the left and right, causing a commotion and cries of alarm.

Franka landed gracefully, her plump, shapely legs, encased in black stockings, displaying their voluptuous curves, landing perfectly.

She didn't even glance at the screaming people; they deserved it.

If you're not prepared to be killed, don't even think about killing someone.

Franka sheathed her sword, and the scorching blade cooled abruptly, releasing a large amount of mist. This was a drawback of the thermite sword—its durability was insufficient. Franka would not easily use Originium Arts unless absolutely necessary, instead relying on her unparalleled swordsmanship to unleash a storm of attacks on her enemies.

This time was an exception, because she was facing a projectile made entirely of Originium. If it were to hit Liskarm's Flash Shield, even if she successfully blocked the attack, Liskarm would suffer even more terrifying Originium contamination.

Franka will never allow such a thing to happen again.

Razer is a healthy, ordinary person.

But Franka is different; she is infected with Oripathy and has long planned to travel alone to an unknown place one day.

Before that, Franka still hoped that she could spend more time with this silly top student.

Without my help, Razer wouldn't be able to do anything, right? Hmph, sooner or later she'll be begging me not to leave.

"Fool!"

Just as Franka was feeling smug, Razer appeared beside her without her noticing and blocked a short man who had silently attacked.

A blue-green current erupted between the Vyvan horns atop Liskarm's head. Liskarm slammed its high-voltage Flash Shield down onto the arms of the short, yellow-toothed man. The impact sent him flying a considerable distance, the intense pain from the high voltage causing him to writhe in agony on the ground littered with Originium shards.

The stronger the current, the harder it is for a person to break free.

The higher the voltage, the easier it is for a person to break free.

The difference between the two is that the former can be fatal if it exceeds 50 milliamps, while the latter, with a voltage of 50 volts, can penetrate the human body, posing a great threat to the heart and causing a burning pain at the point of electric shock—but is not fatal.

Razer turned to Franka and roared, "We're fighting! You're letting your guard down so easily? Are you out of your mind?!"

She was indeed angry because Franka was wearing high heels and jumped on her shoulder, which hurt terribly!

"I just trust our top student to protect me!" Franka subconsciously took a step back to keep her distance from Liskarm, so as not to get the Originium dust on her body onto Liskarm. She gave a thumbs up. "This is proof of my trust in you, sis, you're a savior!"

"...What are you saying?"

"After hearing that Rhodes Island ships were coming to Lungmen, I specifically watched a program about Lungmen and discovered a path to wealth through entrepreneurship. Razer, I think we can form a two-person stand-up comedy duo. My name is Fuqian, and you can change your name to Lei Degang. Let's create a new-age 'beautiful girl villain' trio—capable in formal settings, skilled in the kitchen, capable of slaying wild beasts, scaling city walls, driving nice cars, and buying new houses. We can outmaneuver mistresses and beat up thugs!"

Franka turned and stomped the muscular man, who was attacking from behind with a short axe, to the ground. Her iron-like high heels pressed his head firmly into the ground; she didn't even need to draw her sword. No, if she had, it might not have been as simple as just crushing his head and drawing blood.

"To save Blacksteel International from its decline, come and become my idol!"

Franka opened her arms wide, waiting for Razer's applause.

Razer watched her silently, rolled its eyes, and turned to leave.

"Neuropathy."

"Don't go, Lei Degang! I'm serious, we'll definitely have people coming to our lecture series, you have to believe me!"

—Just as Hei Gang was putting on his act.

Amiya easily crushed the incoming projectiles from another direction in mid-air. Dark arcs of electricity, far more violent than ever before, brutally tore through the air, shredding the incoming Originium blocks into countless fragments.

Amiya instinctively wanted to retaliate against the rubble, to give them a tenfold return.

If she were to unleash a magical attack on these rubble fragments, she would undoubtedly inflict severe injuries on all the university students within the area. More importantly... these Originium fragments embedded in their bodies would become a route of transmission for Oripathy, afflicting them with a fatal curse.

Amiya finally swung her arm and slammed the debris to the ground, but the anger rising in her eyes did not subside in the slightest.

Reason and emotion restrained another insane option from her mind; if she did, Rhodes Island would be seen by Lungmen as the second Reunion. Amiya could choose to stand up for the Infected in the slums, but she couldn't forget her original intentions.

Rhodes Island chose to fight in order to create a society where infected and non-infected can coexist peacefully.

Pure violence cannot change the world, and an integration movement without a program of action is destined to be short-lived.

After several days of arduous combat, Amiya's abilities had improved far beyond just command. Facing the relentless onslaught of Reunion soldiers, she needed complete control of the situation, absolutely preventing the enemy from taking advantage of the chaos to attack her vital rear defenses. This forced Amiya to excessively deplete her physical and mental reserves. A fourteen-year-old girl accomplished what most people couldn't; only she herself knew the price she had to pay.

Whether it was handling unexpected situations on the spot, gaining insights into combat techniques, or feeling the resentment that welled up when the Ghost Leader broke through the defensive line—these experiences allowed Amiya to grow rapidly. On the battlefield, she learned a great deal. For example, how to quickly and effectively deprive someone of their ability to act without causing them pain. What to sacrifice in order to protect something.

Amiya raised her right hand, having learned a spell on the front lines of the Fallen Hoof State that could transform the emotions of those around her into Originium Arts energy.

This is why she was able to maintain her strength even after a brutal battle; even after the battle ended, her mental energy was not greatly depleted. It was as if the battlefield was the perfect stage for her, where her power could be perfectly unleashed, transforming into an unstoppable war machine.

The black beam of light condensed into a sphere in Amiya's hand, and irregular totems rose out of thin air, radiating a bone-chilling cold.

Old Huang was scared.

A pathetic, indecent sound gurgled from his throat. He had never seen anything like this before; it went far beyond a street brawl.

The infected girl standing proudly before him was like a deity wielding immense power. Arcs of high-energy magic continuously erupted from her dark, rhomboid totem, instantly felling those who hadn't laid down their weapons. Even from a hundred meters away, she could subdue other fleeing individuals on the spot; no one could escape her grasp.

Finally, everything settled down.

From the moment Amiya decided to send Rhodes Island operators into battle until the battle ended, less than three minutes had passed.

Chapter 241 Sowing Discord (4K)

With their rich combat experience, Rhodes Island operators faced off against a group of traitors armed for money, and the outcome was predictable.

"Support team operators, prepare portable fire extinguishers. This is a slum; once a fire starts, it will be impossible to suppress." Amiya quickly analyzed the battlefield situation and issued command orders: "Move quickly and conduct a simple isolation of the Originium fragment infection area to prevent secondary contamination."

"The medical team is treating the two seriously injured people who played with fire and set themselves on fire. Don't let them die. We won't take the blame for this."

"Reconnaissance teams, spread out, stay concealed, and gather intelligence on the enemy group."

The little boy next to Amiya was stunned. He covered his ears, seemingly still unable to process the battle that had taken place just minutes earlier.

This is the end?

The boy blinked, somewhat incredulous.

"You're finished! You're finished!"

Huang Laogou pointed at Amiya and roared, "You infected people actually dared to kill people! You're all dead! Lungmen will not let you get away with this! Death penalty! Death penalty! Just wait to die! This is my victory, this is the victory of Lungmen's rebirth!"

Everyone looked down at him from their elevated position.

Franka pointed to the old yellow dog lying on the ground and asked, "Can I silence him?"

"I have no objection," Razer seconded.

"Ahhh, ahhh! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!" Old Huang groaned on the ground, wailing like a defeated dog.

"If apologies were enough, what would be the point of having the Guard Bureau?"

Franka wiped the rapier with a blank expression; she didn't seem to be joking.

"Alas, alas—!!"

Old Huang let out an indescribable shriek. He had never felt such fear, as if death was about to befall him at any moment.

"That's enough, stop it."

Amiya stopped Franka from drawing her sword; she could sense that Franka was truly intent on killing.

...And wasn't she the same way?

“He’s probably the mastermind behind this. He’s still useful.” Amiya sighed deeply and placed her hand on her communication headset. “Rock, you’re in charge of keeping an eye on the enemy’s mastermind. Don’t let him escape. If necessary, cripple his hands and feet.”

Huang Laogou, who dared not utter a sound, was taken away by the heavy-armored operator Rock. It was clear that Amiya's last words had intimidated him and made him behave instantly.

"Medical team, return to your unit. Support team, follow after you've dealt with the traces. The rest of you, follow me." Amiya, clutching her head which was throbbing from the mental outburst, calmly gave the order and quickly headed in the direction the boy was pointing.

Are you still able to walk?

Amiya asked the little boy.

The boy clenched a handkerchief in one hand and held a teddy bear amulet in the other, nodding vigorously.

When Amiya and the others arrived at the place the boy had indicated...

Amiya suddenly raised her left hand, signaling everyone to stop.

A strong stench of blood wafted from afar, and everything in sight was crimson.

The slums were stained red with blood; what was once called human beings had become a jumbled mess of flesh.

An indescribable chill permeated the surroundings, and the bright sunshine made it feel as if one were in an ice cellar.

Amiya instinctively covered the boy's eyes, held her breath, and gazed into the distance where a Sarkaz stood above the pool of blood.

Sharp, Originium-like horns stood on either side of his head, a long, dark gray robe covered every inch of his skin, and a gray mask concealed his eyes. His steady breathing came through the dust mask, and the man stood proudly upright. Compared to the generally robust Sarkaz men, he appeared somewhat small, only about 1.5 meters tall.

The grey-robed Sarkaz man, his right hand gloved with black gloves, clutched a tattered military flag, while beneath his dark military boots lay a dying Fuente man.

The armor that the Fengti man was so proud of was now dented and embedded in his flesh. He never dreamed that his armor would become a prison for his entire life. He wanted to howl in pain, but all his strength was exhausted, and he could only lie on the ground, letting out faint gasps.

The unidentified Sarkaz seemed to sense someone approaching and instinctively turned his head.

“…Amiya.”

He called out Amiya's name softly, his voice low and hoarse through the dust mask.

Amiya felt a chill run down her spine. She didn't know when she had met such a person, but she had no recollection of it at all.

The Sarkaz gazed silently at Amiya, their eyes filled with longing beneath the gray visor.

He nodded slightly, raised the military flag, and strode away like a lost traveler.

"Wait a moment!"

Amiya cried out, raising her hand as the radiance of magic prepared to solidify.

"Who are you? Did you kill all these people? Answer me!" Amiya demanded.

"..."

The gray-robed man silently shook his head and walked away.

Amiya narrowed her eyes, her Originium Arts coalescing into a sphere. With a single thought, she could pierce her opponent's unsuspecting back. But in the end, she lowered her hand, because she sensed not even a trace of killing intent from her opponent.

A person caught in the midst of killing cannot possibly be without a trace of malice...

Amiya felt only sadness in him, a sadness that spread like a tide.

"Sister Ansuo!"

The boy hiding behind Amiya ignored those who had hurt them and, suppressing his fear, searched for the purple-haired girl, Katus. Finally, he found the badly injured rope against the wall of the familiar house, along with the other three children.

The boy secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He had been genuinely afraid that he would discover his sister had turned into pieces, just like the puddles of minced meat on the ground...