233. Akado and Klosir

Many years ago.

It was a barren wilderness, an endless expanse of gravel, where even colonies of infected creatures were rare.

A sci-fi-looking land vehicle roared past. Kalciel was sitting in the passenger seat, excitedly talking to the Blood Demon Elder beside her. It was her first time leaving Kazdel, her first time meeting this living legend from the Sarkaz legend… She had too many questions to ask.

“You traveled to Terra after leaving Kazdel? You have been studying the most cutting-edge Originium science for 34 years!”

“Yeah.” Akado adjusted the gyroscope, allowing the land vehicle to move nimbly between hills and valleys.

The little girl continued to chatter. She used to sneer at the old stories her family told her, thinking that the so-called heroes were probably just as pedantic and old-fashioned, with a stench of red wine rotting in the open air. But after seeing the legendary warrior with her own eyes, she immediately changed her attitude. Like most blood demons, she regarded Akado as an idol.

“I heard that you twisted off the head of a pure-blooded Wendigo in the royal court because of political differences.”

“After you led your team to defeat the Leitanian Mage Corps, you also executed a group of nobles who caused trouble in the military camp.”

“And, and…” But Lucille only hated herself for not listening carefully to the old men’s chatter. For a moment, she couldn’t remember what she should say and spoke incoherently.

Accardo took off his bright red top hat and put it on her face, which shut up the little girl.

“Be quiet.”

He tilted his head to listen to the hoarse and turbid wind in the wilderness.

“Oh, oh oh…” Koluchil calmed down obediently.

After a few minutes, as if she couldn’t stand the loneliness anymore, she asked cautiously, “Where are we going?”

“Iberia.”

Akado opened the drawer, took out a scrambled fifth-order Rubik’s Cube and threw it to Klushel, “Play with this if you’re bored.”

The Rubik’s Cube fell on the smooth forehead with a crisp sound.

Klushier slowly opened her eyes, and the inferior blue light emitted cracked light.

She grabbed the fifth-order Rubik’s Cube that had rolled to her shoulder. It had probably fallen from the top of the bookshelf and hit her head.

“How long have I slept?”

The AI ​​replied, “Two hours, 14 minutes, and 35 seconds. Ms. Krusier.”

Two centuries had allowed Klushier to develop the habit of fiddling with the Rubik’s Cube. Every time she restored the chaotic blocks of color to their original state, her tired and anxious mood would slowly calm down.

It was as if the man who always wore a crimson suit was still by his side.

Unconsciously, she had scrambled and restored the fifth-order Rubik’s Cube in her hand.

A holographic screen lit up at the head of the bed. [Restoration time: 20.1 seconds. Minimum time: 10.2 seconds.]

After the dazzling operation, the fine-textured magnetic Rubik’s Cube was disrupted, and each color block became translucent, emitting a faint, flickering light.

She pressed her right index finger on her left wrist and touched it lightly. A band of light floated in the air and twisted with the movement of her fingers.

[Configuring the prosthetic weapon module:]

【The mantis knife is ready. 】

【Laser sights are ready.】

【Thermal cutting knife is ready. 】

【Anesthetic smoke is ready. 】

[Micro staff and spell amplification device are ready. ]

【…】

Kolucie pulled the light band over and turned it horizontally. [Check the status of the machine:]

[Re-inspecting the heart energy supply group, metal skeleton, simulated skin implant circuit… 1206 items have been completed, verification is complete, the body is in good condition and can enter combat status at any time. ]

After a rare break, the Blood Demon felt more relaxed than ever before. She was ready to take away those things that she could possess.

I really want to see the pitiful look of Quill crying and holding its head after losing everything and failing to live up to Akado’s expectations.

She had unrealistic fantasies.

But first, we have to break into the branch of R Company.

Klushier pushed open the door, and several mechanical arms descended from the corridor and buckled the cut-resistant cloak behind her shoulders.

Several cadres of the Mozambique Gang had been waiting for a long time, and only in this absolutely secret space did they reveal their true appearance.

They are all familiar faces from Rhode Island.

“42”, Surtur, a Sarkaz, uses a greatsword called Levatin as his weapon. He has undergone multiple prosthetic modifications and is good at using ultra-high temperature Originium skills in combination with combat techniques to destroy targets.

“Chen”, Chen Huijie, a survivor of Dayan, has undergone multiple prosthetic transformations and gene editing experiments. He uses a huge gun similar to a water gun as a weapon, which can destroy high-intensity units with shock waves shaped like water streams.

“Lin Guang”, Maenna Lin Guang, a survivor of Casimir, has undergone gene editing experiments and is good at using Originium skills and swordsmanship to deal with complex combat situations. Former deputy commander of the Pilot Army, an elite Pilot, and his private mecha is missing.

The other four cadres were not here. They had already led the team to the nest of the R Company branch under Klushier’s order to conduct lurking and intelligence gathering.

234. Blood Demon Scientist

“La Fiela,” the Doctor walked into the Director’s office.

Liberi was combing his hair in front of the mirror. “Do you want to ask about the fall of the R Company branch? The news has already reported it in great detail.”

“You know that’s not what I want to ask.” Hai Si’s Lord looked coldly at this girl who used to be a little naive but was essentially smart and gentle, as if he was looking at a complete stranger.

She was very disappointed. The cute, clingy Quill in her memory had turned into this hateful person.

La Fiela put down the comb in her hand and said softly, “It seems that you are very dissatisfied with this era.”

“……” Ishamara was silent for a few seconds, “How are you going to deal with Kulushiel and her accomplices?”

A holographic screen was unfolded, and the director of the Lobotomy Corporation seemed to be bored and pushed the information to Isamara, “If they want the wing, then take it. If that is their goal, then it is acceptable. Unfortunately, the Mozambique gang is preparing to change the system of the middle and lower levels, and even stop this mobile city. So…”

“I think they are right,” Ishamara interrupted Rafiela’s narration without reading the information. “The city has been wandering on this devastated land for too long. It is time to stop. A society composed purely of oppression and monopoly is bound to curb the development of civilization.”

Her expression was a little stern. “You have made this era too distorted.”

Rafiela stopped talking. She suddenly showed a pitiful and sad expression. At this moment, the Doctor seemed to see the innocent and kind little girl again. But it was obviously just an illusion. Two hundred years had changed too many things, including Terra and Rafiela.

“I have no choice,” La Fiela quickly suppressed the emotions in her eyes and returned to being the absolutely rational director of World Wings.

The Doctor from Rhodes Island gave her a deep look and said, “I will stop you.”

“Ah.”

La Fiela watched her old friend leave, “Mostima asked you to meet at T Company tomorrow.”

“…” Ishamara closed the door.

The door edge cuts through the world.

A can of strawberries fell from the sky, and just before it hit the ground, it began to turn around and floated back to the top floor of the building.

The Sarkaz girl with a dark and shattered halo stood on the rooftop, gazing at the distant skyline, her long dark blue hair draped behind her.

Mostima took the can back into his hands, watched the last ray of sunset disappear into the night, then he opened the can, picked up a strawberry and put it into his mouth.

What is surprising is that strawberries are a fruit whose main value lies in their freshness, and their canned products are naturally cheap, but the shriveled strawberries pickled in sugar water quickly regained their freshly picked and washed fresh color at her fingertips.

“Supervisor, R Company would like to apply to you…” A messenger suddenly appeared on the rooftop.

“Reject them,” Mastema replied airily.

“Yes.” The messenger left.

The news that the R Company branch was captured by a back alley gang quickly became a hot topic in all wings and nests. The armed organization composed of back alley people and middle-level people who were despised and looked down upon by the upper echelons could actually defeat the regular army stationed in the wing. This was undoubtedly beyond imagination.

Company R, which was carrying out a large number of research projects in the branch, was undoubtedly hit hard. The company’s R&D department was almost paralyzed and a large number of researchers were trapped in it.

The nest named “Tracy” has become the territory ruled by Mozambique. Surprisingly, the head of World Wings did not make any decision on this, as if he had given up on R Company… Other companies thought the same way, and almost no one planned to send reinforcements. They only wanted to divide up R Company’s patents and scientific research results afterwards.

Mostima has no good feelings towards R Company, which conducts large-scale and blatantly inhumane human experiments.

The mercenaries of R Company often cannot capture qualified experimental subjects in their own company, so they find all kinds of excuses to run to other companies’ companies to capture them. The senior executives at all levels are notoriously shameless and can always come up with incredible tricks in places that others can hardly imagine, causing even T Company, with which they have a cooperative relationship, to criticize them.

The Mozambique Gang, after all, are those old friends, and they are indeed likely to hold down a nest.

With a look of nostalgia in her eyes, Sakota returned to the office building in the evening breeze.

Koluchil, if your goal is just to seize control of World Wings and even the entire city, that would be fine.

No matter what kind of power struggle it is, perhaps the situation will not reach the worst point.

I really hope you won’t snoop into things that definitely don’t belong to you…La Fiela’s bottom line cannot be tolerated by anyone.

*

Nest “Teressi”.

After many years, Klushier returned to the territory that once belonged to her.

She initially joined World Wings at the invitation of La Fiela and founded the former R Company, which researched militarized weapons.

As some things happened that were not pleasant to both parties, the former R Company collapsed and its assets and patents were confiscated.

The owners of the new R company are selected from the upper elites of the new generation, who implement utilitarianism and exploit and plunder the residents of the nest.

Now, the blood demons, which are few and far between in the world, have returned to her kingdom.

On the streets, countless secret doors that had been implanted in the network in the past were reopened, and the highest authority in this area was handed over in just three minutes.

235. Begging for Divine Wisdom

Lobotomy Corporation, Research and Development Department.

The “containment runaway incident” that Ishamara had been paying attention to actually happened.

The behemoth of burning wind and hot earth broke through the safety valve, burned and killed an entire suppression team, and then rushed out of the containment area, causing irreversible high-temperature erosion to the entire building’s structural structure.

He had not left his cell for a long time. He had been able to break out of containment many times in the past two centuries, and each time he came out, he found the world had become extremely unfamiliar. The humans who had obstructed him were becoming stranger and stronger.

The canine creature made of flames stood in a space made of unknown metal. Every so often, a fog machine sprayed solid nitrogen at it, which it hated. The authority of the giant beast was drastically weakened by this strange place. The low temperature and humidity were gradually exhausting its spirit.

The behemoth did not look like this before, but after being captured and contained by the Lobotomy Corporation many times, it was injured and killed by the woman who inherited the blood of Khorne.

His plan to regain his freedom will fail this time.

The suppression team that blocked the way was killed, but a white-haired girl was already standing in front of the last safety valve.

Ishamara looked at him dimly, “You can go back.”

The beast, which had been imprisoned to the point of losing its mind, rushed towards her angrily.

The sound of a tsunami raged through the office building.

It was not until a long, long time later that the cracked building collapsed and the supervisor dragged the dying beast to a new shelter.

……

Just as Kulusir promised.

After taking over the “Tresses”, the Mozambique gang cancelled a large number of policies that exploited the middle class and even the back-alley people, reorganized the corporate system, gave up a considerable part of the economic benefits in exchange for sufficient jobs… replaced advanced machines with backward manpower, and leased the obsolete parts to middle-level factories and basic enterprises.

It seems like everything is going well.

Kal’tsit took off her cloak and met with Kol’thir for the last time. “This city’s deformed mission may end in your hands, but definitely not today, not now… No matter what you plan to do, Terra and the land we live in will not change because of it. Only humans can change history.”

The leader of the Mozambique gang said goodbye to her, “Doctor Kelsey, will I have a chance to see you again in the future?”

The other party did not answer, but turned and left.

“After all, you are the one running after the crown…” Kluchil forced an ugly smile, “Then let’s say goodbye forever.”

Her eyes grew darker.

Kal’tsit is probably going to go to the quill.

That girl took over the Demon King’s crown and became the last king of the Sarkaz.

It’s really amazing… A girl who betrayed her heritage and her ideals is actually qualified to inherit the entire legacy of the blood demon.

Koluchil didn’t say anything more. She just remained silent about the parting, immersed in memories and jealousy.

Upon learning of Kal’tsit’s departure, the gang leaders expressed different opinions.

But after all, no one followed suit and suggested leaving.