Ark Chess Player.

The regicide frowned, immediately made a judgment, and chose to launch an attack.

If what Shattered Bones said is true, then she definitely won't have time to dodge W's attack. Rather than dodging in a mess and then being attacked by Shattered Bones, she might as well take a chance and trade one for one with Shattered Bones.

If Shattered Bones was deceiving her, then... she wouldn't lose out no matter what.

Don't assume that the Kingslayer's lack of strategic thinking means she has no brains. She simply tends to trust her instincts during battles and make decisions she won't regret.

The gun blades clanged and clashed, and the broken bones flashed with silver light, barely managing to withstand the storm's onslaught.

In a mere instant, the Bonebreaker and the Kingslayer exchanged no fewer than thirty blows, the clash of short blades against gunblades sounding like a stirring brass symphony. Their battle had been rehearsed countless times; every strike was imbued with killing intent—a clash of wills.

Shattered Bones knew his opponent's weakness lay in their flimsy defense, but he couldn't keep up with the Kingslayer's speed and couldn't penetrate their armor-piercing power. Even when he attacked with both swords simultaneously, the Kingslayer's explosive offensive was beyond his ability to withstand.

"W—what are you doing, W?!"

Shattered Bones waited in vain for W's support, and finally managed to find a sliver of space in the Kingslayer's attack, looking into the distance.

On the high platform, the Sarkaz beauty was putting on a one-woman show, repeatedly pointing her gun at the air as if possessed. She still couldn't believe the evil spirits of Babel had escaped; given the Doctor's personality, no matter how she thought about it, there was no way he would let Amiya be left alone in danger.

W knows the Doctor all too well. In the past few years, apart from worrying about Theresa, all she could think about was the Doctor—she was thinking about how to capture the evil spirit of Babel alive, pry the truth out of him, and then kill him.

Know thyself, ever-victorious.

The doctor is ruthless towards enemies, but treats his own people like a nagging old woman.

When Princess Theresa stays up all night, the Doctor will appear and take her away.

When Princess Theresa injured her hand during training, the Doctor would carry a first-aid kit to bandage her wound.

When Princess Theresa is picky about food, the Doctor silently watches, using his powerful aura to intimidate her, forcing her to "willingly" eat the bitter green peppers. Damn it, what's wrong with her not liking green peppers? There are plenty of other foods that provide nutrients. Princess Theresa is just a little picky; what's wrong with not liking green peppers, turnips, cabbage, mustard greens, celery, fennel, coriander, loofah, bitter melon, chives, lettuce, Jerusalem artichokes, etc.? She can just eat more meat!

Even if Princess Theresa gains weight, she will still be the most beautiful!

—Theresa, my Superman!

...That's why W wanted to know the truth.

Why would that male mother with a PhD do such a thing?

"It seems you won't be providing support."

The emoticon mask of the regicide shows a smug smile.

"So what? I can still beat you even without W!"

A burning fighting spirit ignited in Shattered Bones' eyes. He raised his left hand, holding the musket blade, to parry the Kingslayer's short blade, while his right hand pressed the musket's mechanism and unleashed a fierce slash, forcing the Kingslayer to dodge and retreat.

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

The Kingslayer felt a chill creeping up her spine; her instincts screamed warnings, but it was too late!

The slash unleashed by Shattered Bones' right-hand gunblade was no ordinary attack; it was a transforming slash, switching the gunblade into gun form as he swung his arm! Shattered Bones turned the muzzle, aimed at the Kingslayer's ankle, and pulled the trigger, detonating the Originium explosive at close range!

"boom!!"

The flames blotted out the sun, and the gas filled with Originium radiation overflowed, instantly turning this area into a hellish inferno.

Shattered Bones held his sword in front of him, blocking countless bursts of Originium fragments, and countless melodious sounds rang out from the blade.

The flames expanded, billowing flames swept upwards, and the scarf of shattered bones fluttered in the heat wave, faintly emitting a burnt smell.

As the explosions subsided, Broken Bones warily surveyed the area ahead. He didn't believe the Kingslayer would fall so easily. If this woman could be dealt with so easily, he wouldn't consider her his lifelong enemy, nor would he have made defeating her his goal.

Thick smoke billowed, the air thick with the smoke of gunpowder, and the raging fire seemed to never go out.

Suddenly, Broken Bones felt dizzy. The whaling mask had filtered out a lot of the thick fog, so much so that he only realized now that he had fallen into a trap!

As he suffocated, Shattered Bones lowered his shoulders, bent his knees, and straightened his back. He pointed the gun at the ground and pulled the trigger again. It looked like he was going to die with his enemy—but his next move was to turn and run, dashing out of the fog-covered area.

Shattered Bones was quite aware that this Originium Arts, which obscured vision and perception, was one of the Originium Arts of the Kingslayer.

"Alex, I never thought someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you could lie!"

The Kingslayer, who had already closed in on Shattered Bones, was startled by his suicidal aura as she unleashed her thrust, her very instincts telling her to retreat. Shattered Bones had indeed intended to do so; his first trigger pull was a blank, without channeling any Originium Arts. But Shattered Bones was prepared to immediately press the trigger a second time if attacked—this time it wouldn't be a blank; one of them would inevitably fall.

"...completely unharmed?"

As the fog dissipated, Broken Bones stared in disbelief at the king-slayer before him.

"You think you're the only one with backup? These days, who doesn't know how to call in reinforcements! Consider this a reprieve for your life, so hurry up and thank Sister Killer."

The regicide smacked her lips, secretly feeling a little relieved.

It was mainly Amiya's timely casting of magic that conjured up black barriers, helping her block most of the Originium fragments. This gave the Kingslayer a chance to catch his breath, adjust his condition, and unleash Originium Arts to counterattack.

Amiya not only acted from the perspective of a commander, but she also fought personally while observing the entire battle situation.

The Infected from the Reunion Commando Unit attacked from all directions, lurking and observing, tailing Rhodes Island. They planned to wait until the Mephisto Squad's Infected had gradually worn down the Rhodes Island operators before launching a final assault.

Having survived six suicide attacks by Mephisto's squad of infected, Rhodes Island is currently in a state of extreme exhaustion. Even with a shift-based, interactive response, the pressure on the medical operators has not lessened; they have been constantly busy, holding the line.

“Amiya! I can’t guarantee the safety of the evacuation route! If they destroy the buildings to block the entrance, we’ll be in danger!” Razer said anxiously. She knew that there were explosives planted in the load-bearing pillars as a backup, but if the entrance was blocked, they would be trapping themselves.

Amiya pressed her earpiece and calmly said, "Reconnaissance team, immediately scout other routes! The more covert, the better!"

"Miss Razer, hang in there a little longer!"

"receive."

Razer's center of gravity shifted to the right, her injured left arm struggling to withstand the recoil of the gun, making it impossible to maintain accuracy even when forced to use it. Therefore, she focused all her energy on holding the shield, becoming as sluggish as she was.

"Razer, can the defenses hold?"

Franka's voice echoed in Razer's ears; the two of them shared a private communication channel.

Franka had a legitimate reason for pestering Liskarm to open this communication channel; she claimed she had a terminal illness that would kill her if she didn't speak. If you don't want to see me harass the other operators, then you'll just have to put up with this.

Razer says, "I don't believe you for a second."

However, Franka kept her word, and after receiving numerous complaints from Rhodes Island operators, Razer had no choice but to comply with Franka's demands.

If you think about it carefully, given Franka's quick wit and ability to adapt her speech to different people, coupled with her beauty, pleasant voice, and the aura of a caring older sister, how could anyone dislike chatting with her? These operators were all acting at Franka's behest. However, the socially awkward Liskarm was completely unaware of Franka's scheme and was thus manipulated by her.

"I'm fine here! Franka, don't get distracted, watch out for the enemy's flank attack!" Razer felt both relieved and resentful about Franka's special concern for her after her injury. She wasn't some delicate flower that didn't need excessive pampering. In comparison, she would have preferred Franka to focus on her own task.

"Okay, okay... Ugh, this is never going to end."

Franka keenly sensed Razer's emotional shift, silently attributing his bad mood to the Reunion Movement's fault. Since he made a mistake, he was a bad kid. And bad kids should be severely punished!

Ultimate sharpness!

The intricately patterned thermite sword blazed with a blinding white flame, its 2,500-degree heat easily breaching the defenses of the Reunion Movement's lightly armored soldiers. Franka leaped into the enemy ranks, her swift assault slicing through any enemies blocking her path. She knew all too well that the more she executed, the safer the wounded Liskarm would be.

Offense is the best defense.

"...I knew it! This is what suits you best."

Razer murmured softly, glancing at Franka's graceful figure as she fought her way across the battlefield, her eyes filled with longing.

She couldn't be as powerful as Franka; she could only do what she could and hold off any enemies at the eastern entrance.

Bluish-white lightning converged, and Razer raised its head, its red eyes radiating intense will.

"Lightning Storm!!"

Chapter 300 Mental Outburst (4K)

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"Medical team! There are wounded here. Be careful when moving them!"

"Get out of the way! Are you out of your mind?! Let me hold them off, you get out of here!"

"I can't hold on any longer! Someone, someone come to my aid!"

"Rock, hurry and go help at the northwest entrance!"

...It was noisy and chaotic; everyone's voices were mixed together, making it impossible to tell who was who.

The downsides of continuous combat are not just physical exhaustion; the ever-accumulating mental stress is like a slow death.

Every member of the Rhodes Island squad fought with their full strength, as if squeezing out every last drop of their physical potential, just to survive. Even so, they felt the battle had no end in sight. If it weren't for Amiya's remarkably precise and effective command, in their current state, it would have been impossible for them to have escaped without casualties.

This was perhaps the best of luck amidst misfortune, and their last source of emotional support.

If someone were to be killed at this moment, then the tense spirits of everyone would break down completely.

Amiya had planned everything meticulously, but she still overlooked one crucial detail.

The real suffering is not only for those who fight, but also for those who are powerless to change the situation.

Misha clutched her chest; she was with the wounded, placed in the center of the protective perimeter.

The Reunion Movement's attacks never ceased, and Misha listened with fear and confusion throughout.

She had no idea what was so special about her that attracted people from all sides to search for her. Whether it was the Lungmen Guard, the Lungmen freshmen, or the Reunion Movement... they were all trying to abduct her by force.

Misha watched helplessly as Rhodes Island operators were critically wounded while protecting her, and she could do nothing about it. This feeling of weakness, this overwhelming guilt, almost crushed her.

"Um, I can help bandage the wound..."

Misha spoke up, saying she wanted to help those who were protecting her.

Misha deeply understands the meaning of the saying, "He who does not work shall not eat."

"Get out of my way! Don't get in my way, it's none of your business!"

Billy, the blond-haired, brown-eyed, and irritable guard operator, roared, startling Misha so much that she stumbled back several steps and fell flat on her backside on the dirty ground.

Rhodes Island's operators are generally of good quality, but each person's ability to withstand pressure varies. Therefore, the personnel department assigns a star rating only after assessing the operator's overall information. From one star to six stars, the evaluation tests not only the operator's Originium Arts adaptability, battlefield mobility, physical endurance, combat skills, tactical planning, and physical strength, but more importantly, their character and potential. An operator's strength determines how far they can go in Terra, but their character determines how much responsibility they can shoulder.

Billy was classified as a one-star operator by Rhodes Island's personnel department. As a member of the Plover race, his physical endurance is quite good. Unfortunately, Billy is too stingy and has a questionable temperament, making him unsuitable for greatness.

During the long battle, Billy was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He looked at Misha as if she were a jinx. If he could, he would have carried Misha out right now and dumped her on the Reunion Movement.

"Why are you yelling so loudly! If you have a problem with that, go find Amiya!"

Medic Natalie slapped Billy on the spot on the wound on his thigh. The penetrating wound caused by the arrow could not be healed by medicine alone. After this operation, Billy would need to stay in bed for two months to recover.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

Billy instinctively propped himself up, but Natalie slapped him twice across the face, sending him flying back down.

Natalie wouldn't tolerate such a rude guy who tries to shift the blame for his incompetence onto others; that's the worst kind of behavior.

"You're Misha, right?"

Natalie helped Misha up, brushed the dust off her clothes, and said with a faint smile, "Don't take what he said to heart. This guy's mentally unstable. Gavial will treat him when he gets here. Gavial is particularly skilled in this kind of surgery; she can handle it in no time. We're short-staffed right now. If you have experience bandaging wounds, could you be my assistant temporarily?"

Misha looked up at the mature woman in front of her, who appeared to be around thirty years old. The white coat of the field medic was stained with dust and blood, and the pockets were filled with medical supplies. She had naturally curly green hair, and her gentle brown eyes gave off a sense of friendliness. With just a few words, she calmed the frightened Misha down.

"Ok!"

Misha nodded vigorously.

Of course she knows how to use bandages.

She... has bandaged herself countless times.

The battle intensified, and the number of wounded on Rhodes Island steadily increased. People kept coming in for treatment, while others, after bandaging their wounds and stopping the bleeding, immediately rushed back to the battlefield. Everyone's face was incredibly grave. The wounded soldiers' gazes gradually fell on Misha. Some were curious about how this little girl was so adept at treating the wounded. Others gave her a cold shoulder, believing she was putting on a show. After all, in their eyes, the reason this mission was so difficult was precisely because Amiya was determined to protect this wild girl at all costs.

Why not just hand it over to the Guard Bureau?

We've reached our limit! If this continues, my body will soon be completely ruined!

Misha wasn't afraid of those gazes; she was more frightened than anyone else present, but she didn't want to be manipulated like this. She wanted to do what she could, not for any particular person, but for herself.

"Amiya, the reconnaissance team has planned the...escape route!"

Franka's voice came through the communication headset; she was breathing heavily and trying to regulate her breathing.

She got carried away with her attacks and accidentally charged too far forward, nearly breaking through the Reunion Movement's encirclement. Under everyone's watchful eyes, Franka frantically ran back, a bunch of infected soldiers chasing after her, infuriating Liskarm to the point of vomiting blood and almost causing a total wipeout.

Franka is undoubtedly the queen of trains on Rhodes Island.

“Amiya, we’re moving to the rear now to try and rendezvous with the medics from Rhodes Island who are on their way,” Razer added to Franka. “Our wounded need to get off the battlefield as soon as possible. I suggest I stay behind to detonate the explosives while you all leave.”

"It is 'we' who came to cover the rear, thank you."

Franka exhaled a heavy breath, her chest heaving violently; she had nearly suffocated from gasping for air.

Razer glanced at her, but Franka showed no sign of backing down, making it clear that there was no room for negotiation.

"Okay, execute immediately."