Ark Chess Player.

"The best way to deal with gunners is... to prevent them from having the opportunity to carry a gun."

Texas charged forward decisively, holding nothing back and launching her strongest attack right from the start.

Broken Bones silently watched her, then casually pressed the mechanism on the gun handle and swung it into the air, scattering a thin black mist in mid-air.

"Crack!!"

With the sound of machinery turning, the precision-engineered barrels overlapped and retracted, and three layers of folded blades popped out and connected together. The revolver instantly transformed into two slender machetes that utilized centrifugal force, their blades bearing blood-draining spikes, their ever-present crimson color seemingly symbolizing an endless hunt.

Tiny sparks ignited the flammable particles in the air, turning them into a wave of flames that swept towards Texas!

Texas hadn't expected her opponent's gun to be able to transform into a melee weapon, but her all-out attack was already irreversible. Even if it were a train coming straight at her, she had no choice but to meet it head-on without holding back; otherwise, forcibly withdrawing her power would only expose a huge opening.

The crimson sword light cleaved the incoming sparks in two, the impact and intense heat quickly coursing through Texas's body, releasing the unique scent of Originium. She instinctively held her breath, trying to minimize the amount of Originium particles she ingested.

The matter has come to this, and there is no way out.

Texas banished the last thought of retreat, and with her right hand gripping the Originium Sword in reverse, she immediately followed up, successfully cleaving through the Originium Art formed by the opponent's Transformation Slash, aiming straight for the head.

Shattered Bones stood silently in place, the gleaming gun blade slashing horizontally in front of him, a counterattack.

Texas's twin swords and gunblade clashed together, the intense heat radiating onto their faces. It illuminated the obscure, eerie runes on the Bonebreaker Whaler's mask and the hollow, dark eyes beneath the goggles.

"hiss……"

Texas gritted her teeth, immediately dismissing the option of avoiding the attack from her mind, and unleashed a second strike with precise, deadly swordsmanship, attempting to gain the upper hand and crush the attackers step by step from above.

The third, fourth, and fifth strikes—Texas's hands were bulging with veins. Every time she unleashed a powerful, drum-like strike with her twin swords, a strong tremor would be transmitted back to her arms through the force. Her heart rate had unknowingly increased to 130 beats per minute, double the ideal heart rate, like the roaring engine of a supercar.

The sparks from the clash of swords and gun blades enveloped the surrounding area. When the two swords clashed for the tenth time, Broken Bone finally took a step back. He had been forced into a direct confrontation with his opponent. During this time, no matter how hard he tried to break through or dodge, his opponent's rhythmic strikes kept him firmly rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Shattered Bones had a feeling that if he relaxed even for a moment, he would be torn apart by the wolf fangs in front of him.

Unfortunately, the disparity in weaponry between them was too great.

The fourteenth strike brought the clash between the two sides to a conclusion.

Texas's sword, unable to withstand the relentless, surging power, shattered. Her swordsmanship faltered, revealing a dangerous opening. Had she not reacted with lightning speed, managing to parry another sword to her chest in time, she might have been pierced by the musket blade in Shattered Bones' hand.

The sword's aura dissipated, and its translucent, glassy luster turned into faint particles that drifted into the air.

Texas, knocked back by the frontal impact, tumbled to the ground several times before falling to her side, momentarily losing consciousness. But she quickly opened her eyes wide and forced herself back to sleep; past experience had saved her life once again. Only the most fanatical families would train in emergency resuscitation techniques. For the Syracuse, teetering on the brink of death after more than thirty hours of continuous combat was commonplace, demonstrating their simple and honest nature.

"Uh……"

Texas clutched her chest, gasping for breath. Her heart nearly stopped beating, and she teetered on the brink of death.

Shattered Bones looked down at Texas, but he didn't give chase because he couldn't.

The gunblade vibrated uncontrollably in his hand, and it took him a lot of effort just to regain control.

Shattered Bones withstood the onslaught of the sword storm, then raised his aching arm and gazed at the worn-out gunblade.

"Your sword requires the infusion of spiritual energy to use, which means that this simple swordsmanship not only consumes your physical strength but also your mental energy. If my weapon weren't this Bone-Shattering Gunblade, perhaps I would be the one whose weapon was shattered and who fell to the ground." Bone-Shattering's voice sounded somewhat hoarse and steady, making it impossible to guess his age. "You were already on the verge of collapse when you swung the seventh strike. What supported you to swing seven more times?"

"……Shut up."

Texas staggered to her feet, her fingers trembling as she pulled a bag of chocolate bars from her purse and tore open the wrapper with her teeth. Like a ravenous wolf, she took a bite, replenishing her energy right in front of her enemy.

She had no intention of answering the enemy's questions; she only intended to recover quickly and then move the shattered skull to another location.

Texas's heartbeat hadn't yet calmed down, and the rapid flow of blood gave her snow-white skin an unhealthy red tinge. The bitter taste of chocolate suppressed the rusty, bloody smell, forcibly masking the burning sensation in her throat after bouts of vomiting.

"Come again."

Texas raised her hand, and even though she had been knocked away, the hilt of the Originium sword was still in her hand.

She twisted her neck, making a crisp sound, and swung it down with both hands, unleashing two more sword beams. However, this time the brilliance of the Originium swords appeared much dimmer, even the glassy luster had dissipated considerably, leaving only a faint, illusory feeling like a flame.

She moved forward, her body constantly throbbing with intense pain as a form of protest, but her burning willpower made her even more determined.

Shattered Bones shook his head, raised his right hand, and waved it behind him.

"We are not knights, this is not a turn-based game."

Behind Shattered Bones, a squad of Reunion mage strode in. Beneath their long grey robes lay irregular bulges, and the pale white masks revealed chilling eye sockets, while grey headscarves fluttered in the wind.

Casters don't possess Originium Arts trigger devices because they don't need them; they are essentially humanoid, self-propelled Originium staves. The abundant black crystals emanating from their bodies, combined with their innate Originium Arts talent, allow them to freely unleash spells at will.

One sorcerer is troublesome enough, let alone an entire squad.

With Bonecrusher in charge, Texas wouldn't be able to force her way into the mage squad even if she wanted to.

"You're right, we're not knights."

Texas crushed the last chocolate bar in her mouth, her bright eyes blazing with fighting spirit: "Exusiai! Cover me!"

"Oh ho, is it my turn to make an appearance?"

The red-haired beauty let out a melodious laugh.

A dazzling light descended from the sky, and everyone involuntarily looked up at the heavens.

At a height of about three stories, a vibrant young woman in a black and white uniform smiled brightly. Her long, stockinged legs, visible beneath her skirt and trousers, were raised high onto the roof, and an angelic halo above her head shone brightly. From the angle below, the view was quite striking.

"Hello everyone in the audience! I've reserved a property in a prime location in Hell for you, so don't worry! You can move in right now!"

Exusiai raised the Victor pistol in her hand, the playfulness in her eyes disappeared, and a chilling, murderous intent rose up.

Shattered Bones' pupils contracted, and he immediately ordered, "Those are Sarkaz! Sorcerer squads, focus fire!"

"Your opponent is me."

Texas leaped forward, instantly closing in on Shattered Bones and stopping him from switching his gunblade into firearm mode.

Without hesitation, Exusiai pulled the trigger. Each bullet left the chamber at a maximum firing rate of 0.05 seconds, forming a fan-shaped, interwoven web of bullet trajectories! With her shooting talent, including dynamic vision and spatial awareness, she could basically hit exactly where she pointed, with absolutely no chance of friendly fire.

Brass-colored cartridge cases spewed from the musket like water droplets, landing on the ground with a series of crisp sounds, still scalding hot. It was as if angels were inviting death to dance, the divine steps creating a resounding, continuous symphony on the stage.

Exusiai's first rapid-fire was to interrupt the casters' spellcasting process. Her shooting skills were superb, hitting the target every time.

The Reunion Movement's caster squad was completely overwhelmed by Exusiai alone, with all of them sustaining injuries. Two other casters confidently dodged to the side, only to take the bullet to their faces, their heads pierced through with finger-sized holes, convulsing before becoming silent corpses.

Exusiai skillfully and rapidly reloaded her weapon, while simultaneously striking a cool aiming pose with her left hand aimed at Texas's back.

"You've been enhanced, get going!"

Golden light descended, and pale white-gold feathers floated in the air, gently landing on Texas's shoulder.

Texas, who was engaged in close combat with Shattered Bones, felt an incredible power surging within her. She, who had been on the verge of defeat, turned the tide of battle. The dark red sword light of her Originium swords rose to incandescent white, and with an unstoppable momentum, she bent down and stepped forward, once again unleashing a storm of sword techniques.

In just three seconds, the Originium Sword clashed with the gunblade more than a dozen times. Surging heat waves erupted one after another between the rapidly swung sword shadows, almost scorching Texas's long red and blue hair.

If Texas's swordsmanship is purely for killing, sometimes dodging and counterattacking, sometimes unleashing a storm of attacks.

The Bone-Shattering Sword Technique involves precise calculation in every movement, much like the swift swordsmanship the Iberians called the "Supreme Art." Clearly, wielding such swordsmanship requires not only excellent physical abilities but also an extremely high level of intellect.

Faced once again with the wild, unrestrained swordsmanship of the Texas Syracuse, Bonecrusher had found a way to counter it and was able to handle it with ease.

The cold-gleaming gunblade flips as it counterattacks, deflecting some of the force of each strike. The incredibly precise trajectory calculations even allow it to use the opponent's force against them, unlike last time when it simply allowed the opponent's attacks to land on the same spot on the blade.

Broken Bones knew perfectly well that even his old hunter's weapon couldn't allow the opponent to continuously accumulate potential energy within its blade. No matter how sophisticated a weapon is, it would eventually break down under sustained high-intensity use.

...Just like that person.

He had saved his life during his most difficult time, allowed him to come with him, and even taught him his supreme arts. That person was like his teacher, imparting knowledge and teaching him survival skills in Terra... Yet even his teacher eventually disappeared under the ever-increasing pressure, never to be heard from again.

A surge of anger rose in Broken Bones' heart. He didn't hate his teacher, but rather the person who had repeatedly abused his teacher's kindness and ultimately forced him to leave.

A small portion of that anger was directed at Texas, who was standing right in front of him.

Suddenly, Bonebreaker, who had been maintaining a defensive stance, launched a counterattack during a brief gap in Texas's dual-blade slashing! He exploded out of the spot like a cannonball, using his shoulder and arm to deliver a powerful shoulder strike that slammed into the girl's arms, knocking her back once again.

Texas?!

Exusiai was startled and quickly aimed her gun at Shattered Bones, preparing to pull the trigger. However, the Reunion casters, disregarding their own injuries, forcibly activated the spell. A ball of lightning tore through the air, striking Exusiai's original spot directly. The roof collapsed, and the resulting tremors crushed Exusiai's footing, causing the bullets that instinctively tried to repel Shattered Bones to miss their mark.

Shattered Bones leaped forward, his anger transforming into fuel for his gunblade, the crimson light flowing across the silver blade.

"Qiang——!!"

...Texas's body could not possibly produce a metallic clanging sound.

A black dagger bit into the gunblade, and the combined speed transformed into unparalleled power, forcefully repelling the shattered bones.

Texas swayed and looked up, only to see a reddish-brown tail appear before her, and a reassuringly soft, peach-shaped buttocks beneath her tight casual pants.

The regicide makes a dazzling entrance.

Chapter 284 The Unangel (4K)

"Amiya, Texas from Penguin Logistics has rejoined the team."

Franka pressed the communication headset, her expression grave, her other hand resting on the hilt of the thermite sword.

"We've encountered a new situation. A leader of the Reunion Movement has appeared here, along with... more Reunion soldiers. The Kingslayer is buying us time. Let me see... that Unbreakable Angel hanging on the streetlight over there, isn't that the one who determined the retreat route during the operation?"

Franka looked up at Exusiai, who had been forced to fall from the high-rise building after losing her footing, but luckily managed to grab onto a telephone pole and escape unharmed.

"...Assemble all squads and wait for me."

Amiya's tone was calm and composed, without the slightest hesitation, which was reassuring.

Franka breathed a slight sigh of relief. She looked up, thinking about how to rescue Exusiai from the streetlight.

"Let me do it."

Texas sighed as she walked to the telephone pole.

After calculating the landing point, Texas took a few steps and jumped up.

Exusiai vaguely sensed what Texas was about to do and quickly shouted, "Wait, Texas, I can get down by myself! I can! Don't—kick me!"

Before Exusiai could finish speaking, Texas turned around and delivered a swift spinning kick, knocking her off the platform.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"

Exusiai fell towards Texas, like an angel from mythology falling to earth.

Texas extended his hand to her, as dashing as a prince in a fairy tale.

Everything felt so natural, just like a scene from a romance novel.

—However, the next moment, Texas grabbed Exusiai by the collar of her uniform and lifted her into the air. Exusiai's clothes were pulled high, causing her top to be torn up, revealing her flat and graceful abdomen and her fair skin exposed to the air.

One second it's an incredibly romantic comedy, the next it's a traitorous pet owner pinning down the back of the neck of their wayward master.

"Exusiai, did you secretly set another flag for me?"

Texas's gaze was fierce, revealing just how bad her mood was.

Countless missions nearly failed because Exusiai uttered a few classic lines that caused the mission to backfire.

"Hehehe, you know, I recently bought a lot of books, right? There are some quotes in them that I think are very suitable for you..." Exusiai tried to break free from Texas's grasp, but after struggling several times to no avail, she immediately confessed.

Texas looked at Exusiai, who was curled up in a tiny ball and apologizing incessantly, and sighed helplessly before letting go of her.

Even with the blessing of angels, the possibility of toxic milk cannot be ruled out.

"My friend, what you're saying is quite rude!"

Texas ignored the sulking Exusiai beside her and turned her gaze to the battlefield between the Reunion leader and the former leader—a place she was not yet capable of venturing into. Having suffered two consecutive defeats, the pride Texas had kept hidden had indeed been dealt a significant blow.

"Kingslayer, why are you stopping me?"

The black and red figures collided back and forth, each collision sparking from the metallic clang of metal.

"Have you really betrayed me!?"

Looking at the familiar person in front of him, Broken Bones showed no intention of holding back, unleashing his supreme technique to its fullest extent.

He knew his opponent's strength; if he didn't take it seriously, he would inevitably be the one defeated after thirty moves.

"Mephisto says you were recruited by Rhodes Island and personally slaughtered hundreds of Reunion brothers..." Shattered Bones laughed, his laughter coming through the whaler mask, sounding rather dull and hoarse. "Only newcomers would believe such nonsense. They don't know that you were one of the original founders of Reunion. If our teacher hadn't passed the leadership of Reunion to Talulah, then the new leader should have been you!"

The battle between the Bonebreaker and the Kingslayer intensified, rendering all techniques meaningless. Only instinct and split-second reactions remained. The key was to anticipate the opponent's sword strikes, parry and counter, dodge to the side, and launch an attack in the shortest possible time.

"Whoever wants to be the leader of the Integration Movement can do it; I don't care, and it doesn't matter to me."

"What I truly care about, I will not give up to anyone."

"No one can restrain me."

"King Killer said coldly, her speed suddenly increasing, the carbon fiber straight blade transforming into a streak of cold light as it pierced through the air."

Bonebreaker was forced to divert his attention to parry, causing an opening to appear in his consistently high-speed slashes. At that moment, the Kingslayer, facing the pressure of the incoming blade, managed to catch it with her bare hands in a brief moment, firmly locking Bonebreaker's weapon in her palm. Ripples spread across her red and white gloves, and the sharp blade felt intensely hot between the Kingslayer's fingers; it was as if she were holding two raging fireballs, ready to explode at any moment.