Era of Magic and Martial Arts

Chapter 610 - 586: Destroy It All, Humanity Isn’t Worth Saving (Double - )

At the critical moment, it was a wreck and death!

However, the missile war chariot suddenly braked in midair, almost skimming the back of the armor, changing its trajectory and drawing a bizarre arc in the sky.

Drift around the corner!!!

White Mask’s back was instantly drenched in cold sweat. In this life-and-death instant, he was almost moved to tears by the captain’s miraculous driving skills.

"Captain——"

The call stuck in his throat, unable to come out, because he was horrified to see the drifting missile war chariot crashing into the sturdy courtyard wall of the martial arts hall.

"Boom——!!!"

The bricks were easily torn and shattered like tofu, creating a huge hole.

And after breaking through the wall, the missile war chariot did not slow down, like a cannonball, bounced violently several times on the bluestone alley outside the courtyard, making a heavy "thump" sound.

Then, at an even faster speed, it crazily rolled into the depths of the dark alley, leaving only a mess of rubble and the harsh sound of metal scraping!

White Mask hung in midair, dumbfounded, his brain completely crashed: "???"

Cap...Captain?

Weren’t you always saying to either complete the mission or die trying?

So what does this mean now.....?!!

The courtyard suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Not only White Mask couldn’t accept it, but the brothers and sisters in the martial arts hall couldn’t accept it either.

Everyone felt a shared sense of anger at being betrayed and fooled.

However, the most furious was Venom, who was deceived due to briefly viewing on behalf of father.

Venom: "..."

This was the first time he felt the insidiousness and cunning of humans, and the child’s worldview was severely shattered!

Liu Xie reacted the fastest, leaping out of the courtyard wall swiftly, chasing after the clear tracks on the ground dug out by the spikes.

Zhao Zhixin and Yuan Xidi’s faces twisted beneath their masks. As they exchanged glances, they both saw towering anger and deep shame in each other’s eyes.

Did their takeaway just fly away?

They hurriedly chased after their senior sister and brushed past Feng Mu, both ashamedly saying:

"Don’t worry, junior brother, your senior brothers and sisters will not let you down, he can’t escape!"

Feng Mu’s face showed no anger, his expression still gentle.

To gain gratitude from a takeaway is not a loss, and if it brings about guilt, that’s quite a profit.

In an instant, only Hong Ya, Gong Qi, Wang Yu, and the abandoned, dumbfounded White Mask were left in the courtyard.

Hong Ya looked at Feng Mu’s calm profile, feeling a tightness in her chest, thinking:

"Junior brother must be extremely sad, his current calmness is just a forced smile."

After all, if it were her, and she had painstakingly prepared a midnight snack only for it to be wasted, she might be angry enough to cook sock porridge for the next meal for her brothers and sisters.

(Ps: The sock must be in senior brother’s mouth before making porridge.)

Hong Ya twirled her ponytail with her fingertips, wanting to comfort him but unsure how: "Junior brother..."

Feng Mu smiled, shaking his hand to toss the motionless White Mask back to Hong Ya and the others, considerately saying:

"It’s okay, good food is not afraid of being late. That takeaway is for second senior sister, third senior brother, and fourth senior brother."

Feng Mu paused, his eyebrows curving gently, and continued:

"Fifth senior brother, sixth senior brother, and junior sister should just focus on enjoying this takeaway!"

The three of them were stunned.

Clearly, junior brother was the one wronged, yet at this moment he’s comforting them. Hong Ya’s nose suddenly tingled with tears—junior brother is really too gentle, he’s really making me cry!

White Mask floated in the air without resisting, listening to these heartwarming conversations among brothers and sisters, only feeling ice-cold inside.

Tired, let it end, please hurry and eat me like a takeaway.

Really, this world is not worth it!

.....

Liu Xie, Zhao Zhixin, and Yuan Xidi donned their masks, like furious demons, racing at high speed alongside the wheels.

On the walls on both sides of the alley, you could occasionally see deep grooves and scattering sparks created by the high-speed rotating spikes.

Finally, at the end of a dead-end alley filled with clutter, they caught up with the missile war chariot.

"Stop right there!"

Yuan Xidi roared in anger, the eyes beneath the Hyena mask turned red, and his fists, like heavy hammers, aimed with mountain-splitting force at the spinning spherical object!

Zhao Zhixin moved like a phantom to the side, his fingers like hooks, gripping tightly into the gaps of the alloy net and tearing with force.

Liu Xie sprung up, his toes lightly tapping the wall for leverage, delivering a fierce whip kick like a battle axe to the top of the sphere.

"Clang! Clang! Crack! Boom——!!!"

The three’s deadly combined attack was completed in an instant!

The deafening sound of metal twisting, tearing, and shattering echoed through the narrow alley!

The rapidly spinning "flesh bomb needle vehicle" stopped its rotation, its sturdy exoskeleton armor disassembled violently, shattering instantly!

Countless sharp nails, shattered alloy plates, twisted metal frames, and broken pipelines exploded outward, punching dense holes into the walls.

The dust had yet to settle, but the three figures suddenly froze.

Empty?

The interior of the broken exoskeleton was completely empty, without the expected bloody mess or shattered bones, not even a piece of dead skin.

Only a few broken hydraulic tubes hung down, swaying powerlessly like veins drained of blood.

"Zzz...zzzz..."

A harsh electric noise suddenly crackled, and the broken speaker spewed out a mechanical announcement intermittently:

"Warning! Cust...od...mode..."

"Has..."

"Term...inated..."

The last electronic voice distorted sharply, resembling a mocking cold laugh, echoing in the dead-end alley.

Liu Xie, Zhao Zhixin, and Yuan Xidi remained silent, their hearts filled with guilt towards their junior apprentice brother.

The diversion...was it a golden cicada shedding its shell?!!

In the end, we failed to honor our junior brother’s intentions, what could we possibly do to make it up to him...

....

In another dark, narrow alley.

The baby-faced man lowered his head, moving silently along the wall.

The exoskeleton armor had long been removed from his body, leaving only the inner combat suit, soaked with sweat and clinging stickily to his skin.

He suddenly turned around, looking back in the direction of the martial hall, his eyes ridden with bloodshot lines, filled with intense killing intent.

"The mission failed!"

This despairing realization was sharper than a nail clipper, inching and torturing his nerves, leaving him without the slightest joy of escape.

"Heh..."

The baby-faced man tried hard to suppress the chilling sound in his throat, like a mix of sobbing and laughter.

After a moment, he took out his phone, the cold light from the screen reflecting on his ghastly pale face, his originally androgynous features now twisted beyond recognition, resembling a wicked ghost.

He opened the message editing screen, his fingers flying over the virtual keyboard, inputting the final intelligence—Feng Mu’s danger, the martial hall’s madness, the team’s annihilation... word by word.

His thumb hovered over the send key, trembling slightly.

This press would mean sealing the mission with the stamp of "failure."

"Ding."

The baby-faced man shuddered, as if that sound had drained all his strength, and he leaned hunchbacked against the cold wall.

Almost immediately, the phone vibrated, and a string of encrypted unknown numbers popped up on the screen.

It was the officer’s call back!

The baby-faced man stared without blinking at that string of numbers, his throat dry.

Even when hovering at the edge of life and death, he had not felt this kind of fear; now he was drenched in sweat, his eyes stinging painfully.

He knew that once he pressed the answer key, the officer’s cold voice would flow through the earpiece, questioning him about the mission’s failure, the team’s complete loss, and why he was the one still alive.

"The mission failed... the team members are all dead..."

The baby-faced man muttered to himself, forcing a manic laugh out of his throat,

"I should be a dead man too..."

A fierce glint surged in his eyes, his fingers closing rapidly, about to crush the phone to pieces.

He could no longer return to the White Mask; from now on, he was destined to be a brand new... dead man!

"Snap."

A finger as withered as an old tree root gently rested on his wrist.

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