Ark Chess Player.

Misha asked, puzzled. She didn't understand and couldn't comprehend it.

Amiya gave a bitter smile; she didn't know either, because she was also infected.

—As the victim, it is impossible and impossible for them to understand the feelings of the perpetrator.

"If we were to explain it theoretically, there would be many ways to put it. But reality is often more complex. I can hear the voices in other people's hearts, but I can't easily change a person's mind. But I know that the Reunion Movement's approach is absolutely unworkable."

In the distance, the sound of homemade Originium fragments fired by an illegally modified object rang out again. Liskarm, guarding Amiya's right side, narrowed his eyes, quickly drew his gun, and fired bullets enhanced with Liskarm Originium Arts, knocking the bombs down out of thin air. He then raised his shield to block the flying fragments and sparks.

Even while running, the struggle never ceased.

Amiya instinctively shielded Misha with her body, and after realizing the danger had passed, she patted Misha on the back and continued running forward.

"Where was I...?"

Misha cautioned, "You said that the Reunion Movement's approach won't work."

"Um……"

Amiya clenched her fist, raised it, and then suddenly released it, using magic to intercept a crossbow bolt that was flying from a rather insidious location in the distance. She clenched her fist again, and a black beam of light shattered the bolt completely.

More and more enemies approached, and even Razer, who was right next to her, gradually became too busy to pay attention to them.

"The Reunion Movement advocates that Infected people should be proud of their identity, actively acquire and use their own power, seize justice in the world by the simplest means, and solve everything with violence," Amiya sighed. "If everything could be solved with violence, that would be great. In the confrontation between violence, whoever is more powerful will have more say."

"But... violence is only part of the revolution, but it is by no means the revolution itself."

Misha listened quietly and drew her own conclusion.

Both Rhodes Island and Reunion Movement are... far too idealistic.

Chapter 282 Texas (4K)

Her long, dark blue hair swayed in the wind, and her furry ears, a trait characteristic of the Lupo tribe, twitched occasionally, revealing her impatience and anxiety.

Texas was dressed in Penguin Logistics' signature uniform, black and white, with a red stand-up collar spanning her extremely thin waist. Her long, beautiful legs, encased in black stockings, boldly stepped onto the nearly dead Reunion Movement infected.

She wasn't in a good mood. Originally, this mission had nothing to do with her, and she could have used her precious time on other things... But she just couldn't resist Exusiai's cheerful request. The other woman was like a wind-up toy, and she wouldn't stop talking until Texas came to help.

Although Texas didn't think Exusiai would get hurt on this mission, she became increasingly agitated and decided to come anyway.

A sense of unease lingered in Texas's mind, making her increasingly impatient.

Rhodes Island...so slow.

Texas took a box of chocolate bars from her purse, and a hint of relief appeared on her stunningly beautiful face. Although she used to hold cigarettes between her fingers, she had become more interested in new alternatives during the process of quitting smoking.

If nicotine can numb the nerves, then sugar is essential for relieving a tense brain.

"Tsk, finally... I just opened the package, what a waste."

Texas deftly emptied a chocolate bar from its packaging, but she keenly sensed approaching footsteps. A rather rapid, heavy, and irregular series of footsteps, along with the clanging of weapons, created a jarring symphony.

The Infected from the Reunion Movement quickly surrounded Texas, raising their weapons and breathing heavily beneath their pale masks.

Beneath Texas's feet lay the remains of defeated Reunion Movement infected.

Everyone was curled up in pain, looking like they still had a breath left.

"Hey, you masked man over there."

Texas kicked the Reunion soldier under her feet away and casually threw the chocolate bar on the ground.

"Come at me all at once, I'm in a hurry, so I won't hold back."

Texas became slightly serious, gripping the hilt of the Originium Transmitter sword with both hands, and a crimson sword aura rose from the device's output port. The blade of the Originium sword became scorching hot in the high temperature, faintly revealing a translucent, glass-like luster, yet it also resembled firelight confined within a frame.

The Reunion Movement team members were already furious when they saw their comrade being kicked aside, let alone the fact that the other party had the audacity to provoke them. This only added fuel to the fire and ignited the anger in everyone's hearts.

However, even if Texas didn't say anything, they would still choose to attack as a group.

They are infected individuals who rebel against an unjust world; they are not knights, so why should they be so concerned with manners?

"Humph."

Texas's eyes shone like electric lights. Though usually taciturn, her fighting style was surprisingly ruthless and unpredictable. Like a high-performance machine, she would never stop until the mission was complete.

Based on the information available within my field of vision, there are four enemies on the left and two more at the far right.

The subtle sounds detected by listening with both ears indicated that there were still crossbowmen hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The sense of smell was masked by the strong smell of blood and the stench unique to the slums, making it impossible to provide any more information, but that was enough.

Texas took a deep breath, adjusting the pressure within her body, and channeled her heightened senses into sharp, piercing pain as a warning of the enemy's potential attack. Facing an army ten times her size, Texas didn't retreat but instead advanced, launching the first attack!

"call out--"

The sharp sound of an arrow piercing the air came from the side. Texas didn't even turn her head; with a flick of her left hand, she unleashed a sword beam, miraculously intercepting the arrow mid-air. Her swordsmanship had no set moves; it was simply about using the most extreme methods to achieve her goal.

"too slow."

Texas dodged a direct slash from the Reunion infected, her steps faltering as she turned and deftly raised her sword.

The crimson lightsaber easily pierced through the enemy's standard armor, melting and burning through the iron armor, leaving a slanted trail on the infected's chest.

In an instant, an unimaginable jet of blood erupted, gushing forth like a fountain. The infected soldier's right ventricle and pulmonary artery had been severed; with the last beat of his heart, a massive wound was ripped open, draining all the blood flowing from his atria.

A fatal blow.

This is a killing technique that has nothing to do with any weapon; everything is solely for the purpose of eliminating the opponent.

Texas, her face grim, brazenly stormed into the enemy camp. This reckless act rivaled that of someone else, risking serious injury to her back. But she didn't care, because she knew it was safer for her to do it this way.

Texas's crossbowmen, temporarily unable to carry out executions, will hesitate, unable to shoot their own comrades, their aim wavering. These enemies have become her shield, and once the shield's value is exhausted... that will be the time for Texas to seek revenge on the crossbowmen.

In this operation, none of the Integrative Movement infected who were able to sneak into the Lungmen slum were cannon fodder.

Even so, they still seemed too mediocre when facing Texas, who once single-handedly challenged half of the Syracuse family.

Texas drew both swords simultaneously, blocking the attacks of three people. With a childlike, playful move, she raised her long leg, splashing up the damp mud from the slum floor. Even though the infected's masks blocked most of the mud, failing to completely blind them, they successfully distracted them.

"One, two, three, four, five, all of them are here, just what I wanted."

Texas exerted a sudden burst of strength, shaking off the three longswords she had blocked, causing the Reunion soldiers' slashes to miss their mark.

Texas hurled the Originium Sword in her left hand to the ground, the scorching blade instantly piercing nearly two inches into the floor, using it as an anchor point for the impending storm. She raised the Originium Sword in her right hand high, channeling her unwavering mental energy into the hilt—this was actually an Originium Arts trigger device.

"Sword Rain!!"

Texas brought her raised Originium sword down with tremendous force, cleaving the soldier who reacted immediately and tried to interrupt her Originium Arts in two, sword and all. At the same time, sixteen crimson sword beams condensed in mid-air!

By this time, even if the others reacted, it was too late to attack or dodge.

Sparks flew, and a torrential downpour of scorching air rushed in with the lightsaber, piercing through the armor of the Reunion Movement infected almost instantly, pinning them firmly to the ground, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Before the blood wave from the previous sword had subsided, the next sword pierced through and tore through the blood, creating a horrifying sight, like a meat grinder.

In the end, all sixteen Originium swords fell, and apart from Texas, no one was able to stand.

The ground was littered with corpses, and the stench of blood mingled with the intense heat of the flames, rising up as if the gates of hell had been quietly opened.

Texas was prepared. She used the Originium Sword she had initially planted on the ground to unleash scorching heat waves in all directions, shielding most of the splattered blood. A thin layer of blood accumulated on the ground, and as she stepped on it, a slightly sticky feeling permeated through the thick soles of her shoes.

"We are messengers, our job is to carry life and death."

Texas turned her gaze to the direction from which the crossbow bolts had come, picked up a semi-transparent lightsaber from the ground, and threw it directly at the source.

Precise and efficient, the blade formed by Originium Arts pierced directly through the crossbowman's chest and lungs, pinning him to the wall of a house in the slums.

They were all annihilated.

The entire process, from encountering the enemy to annihilating them, took less than five minutes.

Texas stepped out of the pool of blood, sheathing the two Originium Arts triggers that served as sword hilts. She moved toward a slightly cleaner area, but before she could clean the blood off her body, a strong sense of danger drove her to immediately turn and look at the northwest sky.

Even when surrounded by enemies, Texas had never felt such trepidation.

She squinted. Two black objects were flying in a parabola from high in the distance, getting closer and closer.

"Source Stone Explosives!?"

Texas's eyes widened, her pupils reflecting the unique black sheen of Originium.

Without the slightest hesitation, Texas turned and ran, almost becoming a shadow as she sped away.

"Boom!"

Just as Texas turned and dove towards the cover around the corner, the deafening roar of the massive explosion sent shockwaves soaring into the sky, making her feel as if her eardrums were about to burst. The blast wave sent the corpses on the ground flying high into the air, and the scorching wind howled, even evaporating the pools of blood.

Texas knew perfectly well that the most terrifying aspect of Originium explosives wasn't the thousands of degrees of heat generated during the explosion, but rather the Originium fragments that scattered in all directions. These were the truly deadly poisons; once they broke through the skin and embedded themselves in the flesh, even if one miraculously survived, they would be nothing more than a dying man.

"Boom—Boom—Boom!!"

Explosions rang out one after another. Texas, ignoring her clothes which were soaked with blood and mud, crawled forward in a disheveled state, heading towards the corner.

The most important thing right now is to get out of the area of ​​concentrated fire as soon as possible. Texas thought to herself, these lunatics, it's one thing to use knives and arrows in Lungmen, but to use such contraband! It seems that the intelligence Penguin Logistics obtained a few days ago was not false. The strength of the Reunion Movement... far exceeds the Lungmen people's expectations.

When the explosions finally subsided, Texas struggled to her feet, leaning cautiously against the building wall to catch her breath. She quickly checked her body for any scratches from Originium fragments. If she had been hit by one, removing it and applying ointment quickly could prevent infection. Ignoring it, however, would inevitably lead to her demise.

Fortunately, Texas was unharmed except for a slight pain from the fall when she tactically dove over the ground. Her extensive combat experience allowed her to immediately identify the incoming shells as Originium explosives; had she been even a second later, she might have been reduced to a charred corpse amidst the billowing smoke.

"Cough...cough cough."

Texas walked halfway around the house, deducing the enemy's location from the parabolic trajectory.

"I've found... you."

The rising smoke and dust worsened the already appalling conditions of the slums. Amidst the thick smoke, a thin figure wearing a whaler's mask stood. He wore a tight-fitting leather stealth suit, black stockings concealing the Originium crystals on his skin, and a loose hood covering his head, making it impossible to discern his race or physical characteristics. Like a whaler from an Iberian picture book, he exuded a strong aura of the deep sea.

"...It seems I don't need to ask any more questions."

Texas's gaze first lingered on the other man's shoulder insignia, which bore the emblem of the Reunion Movement, before shifting to the peculiar weapon in his hand.

This is a rather retro-styled firearm, with a revolving barrel and an oversized caliber. It's clear that it's loaded with Originium blocks filled with impurities, not ordinary bullets. The most unique feature of this weapon is that the Originium blocks don't need to be polished; any block of a similar size can be directly inserted. It's then enhanced with Originium Arts by the weapon system and fired upon a target.

This means that in certain environments, such as in radiation zones filled with Originium, it's equivalent to having unlimited ammunition. As long as the gunner's mental strength is sufficient, it's like a high-burst firing point that can be moved at any time, unleashing even more terrifying power in urban warfare.

"Are you the leader of the Reunion Movement?"

Texas flicked her hands, and the two lightsabers instantly glowed with a crimson light.

"..."

The other person slowly turned their head, and even through the mask, their cold and arrogant sharp eyes stared straight at them.

Even Texas, who had witnessed the near collapse of Syracuse, involuntarily took a step back, overwhelmed by the surging momentum. She gritted her teeth, refusing to yield, and took a step forward. Patches of wine-red hues peeked from her deep blue hair, spreading continuously. This unique coat color, even in Syracuse, was only found in a once-glorious, now-fallen family.

What kind of malevolence is this?

Why does such a small body contain such terrifying ferocity?

Texas felt as if she were not facing a human being, but rather staring directly at some monster tainted with an indescribable aura.

"Bonebreaker! She's the one who stopped three entire squads of us here!"

Infected members of the Reunion Movement arrived from the rear, and some of them recognized Texas.

It's just that Texas didn't go all out at the beginning, and a few people escaped.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

“Bonebreaker, our sorcerer is on his way, let me go first! I want to avenge my brothers!!” someone volunteered, but he always stood behind Bonebreaker and would not act without permission.

“That’s a wolf from Syracuse’s past; you can’t kill her.”

Shattered Bones shook his head and took a step forward.

"let me."

Chapter 283 Exusiai, Cover Me (4K)

"...Is this what you call interesting, Exusiai?"

Texas sighed silently, and she raised her Originium Sword, but this time she did not rush forward rashly.

With each step Broken Bones took, a heavy sense of oppression swept over Texas. She felt as if a wild beast was hiding inside the opponent's thin body, trying to penetrate this frail skin and pounce on him.

Texas's knowledge of firearms mainly comes from her friend Exusiai.

For the Sarkaz people, who were born in the Lateran region, any type of firearm was like a puzzle toy in their hands. This firearm civilization, unearthed from ancient ruins, seemed to be exclusive to the Lateran people, a blessing, a gift from God. Ordinary people, or even people of other races, would not be able to master firearms without an unwavering will.

Texas skillfully observed the skeletal creature's walking pattern and manner of movement; at least she was certain that it was not a Lateran.

Lateranos cannot wear hats or hoods because of the racial aura that floats above their heads. To use Exusiai's personal experience as an analogy, this feeling is like being drunk—dizzy and lightheaded, even the ability to think is melted away.