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A true commander, besides having a backup plan, must also prioritize proactive planning.

Mephisto chose to strike two days after the night raid to spread fear and plunge Lungmen into panic. This hatred would be the perfect fuel for filling the Holy Grail. The entire city was Mephisto's altar; he was just one step away!

If Rhodes Island hadn't encountered Lin Lu, Lungmen, beset by internal and external troubles, would have been no match for Mephisto, because he didn't want a intact Lungmen. Rather, even Talulah only wanted to turn this obstructive city into a sea of ​​fire to ignite the Reunion Movement. Unfortunately, when Rhodes Island chose to stop the war between the infected and ordinary people, it sealed the fate of the Reunion Movement's ideals.

The Bone Raider tried to turn and charge towards Lungmen City, but it lost control and collapsed to the ground as soon as it lifted its leg. Most of its body lay sprawled on the ground, and broken bone fragments flew out like a sudden rain.

Sarkaz swordsmen and sorcerers raised their weapons to block the bone fragments, and through their tireless efforts, the Bone Raider's left and right hind legs were severely damaged! Coupled with its left foreleg being pierced by a Sarkaz piercing hand, the monster had lost its ability to move quickly. Even with its rapid regeneration, it wouldn't heal in a short time.

But that's not enough; it's not enough to increase the odds of winning to 100%.

Now, let's tear off those pesky hands of the Bone Raiders!

The trump card that has been hidden in the shadows is about to be revealed!

Activate the Field Spell Card!

The Sarkaz sniper emerged from the defensive network of Wall Maria and successfully gained control of the city's defensive equipment.

Of course, if this Sarkaz powerhouse, who can't even do basic addition and subtraction, were to actually operate the defense system on a screen, he probably wouldn't even know what to press. He might even accidentally press the self-destruct sequence just because he sees a red button, turning into a dazzling mushroom cloud over Lungmen.

No one can resist the words "Do Not Touch" displayed in front of them, along with a bright red button!

However, Lin Lu had anticipated this situation. The reason he had Alexander Swell in charge of the command center was to prevent the Guard Bureau special forces, who thought they could control the overall situation, from interfering and ruining his original arrangements.

Nobody wants to be betrayed by an idiot. Nobody wants to be.

Not afraid of god-like opponents, but afraid of pig-like teammates.

The Sarkaz sniper silently raised his enormous crossbow and attached a dragon-slaying spear.

The defensive equipment was equipped with single-shot restraint rounds, aimed at the moment when the skeletal raider attempted to stand up but lost its footing and balance. The timing was perfect; with Lin Lu's guidance and the Sarkaz sniper's experience, there was no possibility of error.

Four single-shot restraint projectiles whistled from the launch port of the defensive device, their sharp, barbed arrows piercing the joints of the skeletal raider's arms and locking it firmly in place. The skeletal raider, due to its all-out attack, had drained most of its amber-colored liquid energy, causing a sharp drop in its defenses, finally allowing the toy-like defensive device to function effectively.

The Sarkaz sniper pulled the trigger, the Dragon Slayer Crossbow whistling through the air, its Originium ignition device doubling the rate of fire. The terrifying Dragon Slayer shot off, accompanied by a deafening sonic boom, becoming a black shadow as it hurtled away into the night.

Even the Sarkaz sniper's large and sturdy body was thrown off balance by the force of the impact, and he had to use the wall for support as he got up from the ground.

"--Bang!!"

The Dragonslayer Spear struck the Bone Raider's right shoulder. Faced with the overwhelming destructive force, the monster, whose defenses had been drastically reduced, was even propelled forward by the force of the blow. The impact of the Dragonslayer Spear also triggered the restraint bullets stuck in the joints, causing them to tear back and forth. The Bone Raider's right arm was completely severed, nearly hitting the Sarkaz swordsman and Sarkaz magic swordsman who were busy grooming their feet.

Indeed, these two dedicated pioneers did not retire after their mission was accomplished. After each independently destroying the skeleton raider's legs, they also teamed up to chop off the monster's last remaining leg.

Perhaps it's the hunter's spirit that's been ignited; Azure Star isn't a good tool if he doesn't destroy all the monster's parts.

Just as the Sarkaz sniper was about to raise his second Dragon Slayer rifle... an accident occurred.

One of the single-shot restraint rounds deviated and failed to be fully embedded in the skeleton raider's left arm joint. The loose restraint round was broken off by the skeleton raider's frantic struggle.

Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall, let alone a monster that unleashes terrifying power when facing death.

The Bone Raider raised its left arm high, pulling out another single-shot restraint bullet along with it, and swung it violently, dragging its long arm along the way!

"Boom!!"

The earthquake was felt throughout the Lungmen slums and the city proper, sending up clouds of dust.

In the gray fog, the Bone Raider raised his left arm, his five blade-like fingers gripping the Sarkaz Demon Swordsman tightly!

The moment he realized the Bone Raider had broken free of its restraints and was swinging its long arm, the elder brother, the Demon Swordsman, pushed the Swordsman aside at the last second, completely forgetting the fact that they had both already perished.

Whether it was him or the swordsman, they no longer exist in this world. It was all because of a special military flag, because of one person's unwavering devotion for three years, because of an Originium Arts awakening… But some things will never change. As the commander of a legendary unit, as the captain of the Borderless Army's defense squad, protecting my members is my responsibility!

"Big brother?"

The sentry paused, the waving flag nearly slipping from his grasp.

"The life force that will never dissipate will transform the flower of hope and the bonds between people into power, blooming in tomorrow."

—The song of hope begins, but it is switched to Hiroyuki Sawano's channel in the next second.

The white steam plumes resembled the thick smoke billowing from a train whistle, and a white figure rose rapidly into the air!

The 3D Maneuver Gear was operating at full power, with the Originium Core continuously providing energy, and the bellows system hummed loudly. Two telescopic cables crisscrossed the main shaft, the hooks constantly piercing the skeleton raider's body! Arno didn't circle around the monster's massive body, but instead used the hooks to continuously close the distance, avoiding the awkward situation of the cables getting entangled.

Arno leaped ten meters into the air, then slammed his feet against the bone ring, splitting his greatsword into two longswords.

One in black, one in white, he wielded two completely different blades in both hands, leaving a trail of afterimages as he rushed downwards.

Arno didn't possess Lin Lu's computational abilities to calculate values ​​instantly. However, his combat experience allowed him to find the enemy's weakness in the shortest amount of time. The black and white yin-yang symbol rolled towards the skeletal raider's outstretched arm at a thirty-degree angle to the horizontal axis!

Like a meat grinder, the weapon spun and advanced in a spiraling slash from the Bone Raider's shoulder, moving with fluid grace, tearing up pieces of bone and severing all the amber-colored tendons. Just as Arno was about to reach the end of the Bone Raider's arm, he pulled the trigger three times in quick succession, releasing all the power accumulated by the Crimson Queen Device, which transformed into a crimson streak that swept across the Bone Raider's palm.

"Sa——"

All five fingers, like long blades, were severed, and the Sarkaz swordsman, nearly crushed by the grip, plummeted downwards. Arno, in mid-air, stretched out his long legs, grabbed his waist, and pulled him upwards in a zigzag trajectory. The pose was quite comical, resembling a high-speed, three-point attack in a defensive technique. But Arno, spinning wildly, had no choice. Maintaining his upright posture, he flipped over and fired the grappling hook at the Bone Raider once more.

Unfortunately, the buildings directly opposite the Bone Raiders had all turned to ashes, leaving no place to land.

If they continue flying like this, the sliver of hope they've managed to snatch back will probably be ground into mincemeat.

"Give it back to you."

Arno dodged the Bone Raider's attack, tossed the Sarkaz Swordsman to the Swordsman, and staggered to the ground.

He had to land; the Captain Levi's spinning top had nearly pushed the 3D Maneuver Gear to its limits, almost causing an overload. He had to behave himself until the Originium core cooled down, otherwise it might self-destruct while flying. Dying in a crash like that was too shameful, so I refused.

The Sarkaz swordsman and the Sarkaz bladesman watched him silently, exchanged a glance, and performed the salute of an army without borders.

They raised their right hands and gave Arno a thumbs-up, a sign of their admiration.

Arno was stunned. This was the first time he had received praise while fighting alongside his so-called comrades, which made him feel a little uncomfortable... but the feeling wasn't bad.

Arno only now realized that the two figures before him were actually remnants of souls, their physical bodies long since perished. But even if he had known beforehand, what difference would it make? He would still have done it anyway, because he had made a promise to someone.

Having chosen to join the Army Without Borders, he can no longer act as he did in the past, relying solely on his own opinions and caring only for himself. Even if others don't understand him, don't approve of him, or fear him... so what? It's just a trivial matter that he can laugh off.

Arno looked up at the gradually enlarging figure in the distance and couldn't help but smile.

"Teacher, was this also part of your plan?"

Chapter 331 The Survival Rules of Dragon Gate (4K)

The Sarkaz sniper breathed a sigh of relief.

I never expected to make a mistake with him, which almost implicated my comrade.

Everyone else is doing well, so why am I the one who's messing up?

Is this defensive toy any good?

The Sarkaz sniper silently grumbled, hoisting his Dragonslayer rifle and aiming it at the Bone Raider, but a strange sense of unease crept over him. It was like a discordant note in a choir, someone deliberately disrupting the performance.

The Sarkaz sniper instinctively lowered his crossbow, glanced around, and straightened his back.

At this very moment, rows of defensive devices were aimed directly at him, their dark launch ports resembling black holes.

Crimson flames rose from the cave entrance, continuously gathering Originium energy, causing the cannon barrel to heat up.

The next moment, a deafening roar resounded through the sky, and fireworks soared high into the heavens.

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The Wall of Mary defense network, command center.

"You brat, you dare to play me? You're asking for it!"

"I'm furious," Zhao Zhenglei, the captain of the White Tiger Squad of the Lungmen Special Forces, roared. He rubbed his cheek, which was bleeding from the shattered visor, took off his helmet and placed it on the table, then took a deep breath. After a moment of preparation, he puffed out his cheeks and spat blood mixed with broken teeth onto Alexander Swell, then swaggered into the chair in the command room.

Zhao Zhenglei looked down at the brat who dared to defy him, thinking, "He's got a death wish." Just an idle senior superintendent, yet he dares to act like a bully. Zhao Zhenglei had initially been kind enough to give Swell a chance, but this brat was ungrateful. Just as he was about to take control of the city's security equipment… he dared to attack! Didn't he even consider who these people were under?!

Without military orders, how dare a mere senior police superintendent act so important?

Zhao Zhenglei crossed his legs, a mocking look on his face.

"Now you know who's in charge, right?"

"..."

Alexander Swell lay in a pool of blood, the blood seeping from his Guard Bureau overcoat from the inside out.

The three special forces members of the White Tiger Squad surrounded him, one of whom was holding a single-handed gun with smoke still rising from the muzzle.

When Zhao Zhenglei asked Swell if he had any military orders, Swell immediately sensed that something was wrong.

He first used his skillful acting to pretend to agree to the other party's request, but at the most critical moment, Swell punched Zhao Zhenglei in the face, regaining control of the city's defensive facilities.

If Swell hadn't intervened in time, those four restraint bullets wouldn't have hit the Bone Raiders.

However, Swail's struggle came to an end.

The secret of Lungmen Guard Bureau: When facing the enemy, I am meek and submissive; when facing allies, I strike with full force!

Even though they suffered repeated defeats against other forces, the White Tiger Squad was, after all, a special forces unit, trained in rigorous tactics. When Commander Zhao Zhenglei was attacked, these special forces members showed no mercy, engaging Swell in a direct firefight. Swell initially managed to hold his own, until one of the officers drew his Ashina sword, raised his gun, and fired below Zhao's chest.

Swell, instantly incapacitated by gunfire, experienced a surge of adrenaline, causing his brain to race. Everything around him slowed down, his senses became heightened, and information flooded his mind from all directions.

For years, Sverdlov had lived in an extremely oppressive environment, constantly on guard against the machinations of his grandfather, Alexander Sodan, and his half-brother, Alexander Anlondor. To survive, Sverdlov had devised countless methods and learned numerous ways to save himself. At this moment, a voice echoed in Sverdlov's mind—the voice of the person he trusted most.

A figure appeared in front of Swell. The figure was unfamiliar, but there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity about it.

To Swail's surprise, this man knew him intimately, as if he had lived inside Swail's brain, effortlessly accessing the knowledge stored within it. Using his abilities, he helped Swail analyze the most effective way to save his life.

"Longmen Survival Rules"

Chapter Nine, Section Twenty-Four, Firearms.

When shot by a gun, if the bullet penetrates the body armor, the outcome depends on whether the bullet penetrates the body along with the person, determining whether the person falls face-first or back-first.

This is a small detail, but it could determine whether Swail would die from excessive blood loss.

The figure pointed to the spot where Swell was standing, his back to the command center's large screen. When he was shot, Swell didn't hear the sound of the bullet piercing his body and shattering the screen, thus concluding that the bullet was still lodged in his body.

The bullet is now like a stopper; the bullet itself blocks the wound and stops most of the bleeding, but any pressure or impact at the wound site will cause it to shift.

Landing on your back not only prevents bullets from escaping but also reduces blood loss due to gravity. Even if the effect isn't significant, receiving even a little help in such a life-threatening situation greatly increases the chances of survival.

Therefore, there is only one answer.

Now, immediately, backwards.

As if a powerful will to survive had materialized, a humanoid figure pressed down on Swell's cheek, pushing him backward without warning. In that brief instant, his mind was engaged in a dramatic exchange, each side analyzing the rules of survival.

Swail has temporarily avoided dying from excessive bleeding, but the real test is fast approaching.

The kinetic energy of the bullet lodged in his body also remained between his internal organs, causing significant damage. This not only further shortened his survival time but also transmitted excruciating pain to his brain.

Swell needed to find something to calm himself down, or he would die of shock from terror. But he was just an ordinary person with limited talent, not some legendary warrior, and in terms of martial arts, even ten of him couldn't defeat Chen Huijie. He would feel pain, he would feel fear, like being trapped in a swamp, the more he struggled, the easier it was for him to sink.

"..."

Surprisingly, Swail lay on the ground, his body remarkably relaxed. He didn't writhe in agony, nor did he misjudge the bullet as it lodged in his internal organs; he was even able to think.

Because Swail discovered that he had actually found something that could calm him down.

Or rather, the moment he was shot, the very thing that allowed him to calmly analyze the situation had already appeared.

The figure in front of Swell gradually became clearer. Thinking carefully, who else could it be but that person?

The shadowy figure dissipated, revealing white hair, blue eyes, a slender figure, and a faint smile on his lips, exuding an air of scholarly refinement.

"The Survival Rules of Lungmen, author Alexander Swell." Lin Lu in Swell's mind spoke, whether mocking or sighing, it was unclear. Lin Lu said softly, "You, who can write something like this, why don't you just obediently accept this idiot's proposal and let him do it? Isn't surviving more important to you?"

Swell stared straight up.

His tightly clenched right hand loosened its grip in a spasm, and a bloodstained ring slipped from his limp hand to the ground with a crisp sound. After rolling a few times, the ring fell to its side.

"If it's not done well, it will be confiscated."

That's Swail's answer.

"Hey, you, pick it up."

Zhao Zhenglei waved and called out to one of the team members.

The other person obediently squatted down to pick it up, and as they were leaving, Swell reached out and grabbed their ankle. But Swell's hand had very little strength, and after being stomped on twice, they immediately lost their ability to struggle.

Zhao Zhenglei sat high in his chair, accepting the ring handed to him by his subordinate. He glanced at the bloodstains on it, then tossed it to the ground with disgust, stomping on it. He scoffed, "Ha, I thought it was something valuable. You're going to risk your life for something like this? But it doesn't matter, I'll be the one eliminating that thing next. I'll put your death reports in the hands of the Infected in the Reunion Movement; maybe your relatives will even get certificates of merit bought wholesale from stationery stores by the Guard Bureau. No need to thank me, you deserve it."

Zhao Zhenglei sneered, kicking the mud-stained ring away, which bounced off and hit Swell in the face.

Swell stared at the ring Zhao Zhenglei had trampled on the ground. His reason told him he couldn't move rashly; any movement at this moment would be pointless. Not only would it cause internal bleeding, but any impulsive actions or words could provoke the other party's murderous intent.

Because of the outburst of anger, the mind races, identifying factors that are advantageous to oneself.