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Chapter 228 Will the Bionic Little Red Riding Hood Dream of the Electronic Big Bad Wolf? (Part 5)
Throughout the long course of evolution, primates have never been as weak as their descendants generally believe.
The truth is quite the opposite. When the weights are similar, long limbs and flexible fingers give primates more options in combat.
However, none of this was the most fatal.
Most fatally, the low disease rate resulting from eating cooked food and the increasingly developed brain, along with the intelligence derived from brain development, have led to tools becoming an extension of primates' hands and feet, which are one of the most outstanding manifestations of this intelligence.
When faced with an opponent possessing an overwhelming physical advantage—steel bones, fangs, and claws—primates and their descendants will not hesitate to use tools to turn the tide of battle.
Or rather, weapons.
boom!
Bang bang bang bang!
In the night sky, the smoke of gunpowder filled the air, and the sounds of firearms igniting were incessant.
In the brief moment of watching those silver-plated bullets fly towards what should be her vital points, the believer pondered many things, and even felt a little sentimental.
After the sadness, an inexplicable anger arises.
It was just a standard revolver with some modifications; in his eyes, it wasn't even worth a mosquito bite.
What saddened and angered him was something else entirely.
If the first shot, ignoring the precise trajectory aimed at the center of the forehead, could be seen as a warning or a test, then the subsequent shots could no longer be self-hypnotized—no matter how you explain it, it was emptying the magazine!
That's fucking enough!
He asked himself honestly if he could say he hadn't done anything to wrong this girl from head to toe, but she kept talking like a riddle the whole way, only saying half of what she meant, and always appeared out of nowhere ahead of him, leaving him trailing behind in her exhaust fumes.
He could tolerate all that before, which is normal, because he selectively forgot that he must have offended the other party in the past. Therefore, the young girl was deliberately keeping him hanging and throwing a tantrum... all of this is understandable.
But things are different now.
Amidst those silver bullets and the clanging of gunfire, he sensed a killing intent he had never felt before.
The moment she sensed that real murderous intent, Xin Nu felt it was time for her to pack her bags, storm into Salame Reinhardt, kidnap her, and go home to spend Christmas with her sister.
This is what it means to be utterly disheartened.
Post-apocalyptic events: Is catastrophe imminent?
None of his business.
He was originally a dragon born from the remains of stars after devouring the essence of the old Gaia. He had never successfully saved anyone, nor did he ever think of becoming a savior.
It was just a monster whose head happened to be covered in the skin of a primate.
Arcueid always said that she and he were inexplicably compatible, that they had a natural affinity, and speculated that they might have a deep history together.
Upon hearing this, the believer secretly rolled her eyes, thinking to herself that the bottle of celebratory champagne he opened on the night of his eighteenth birthday was her Star Inner Sea, and she even drank all the Star Essence. How could they not be close and compatible?
It's only been less than a day, and I already feel like we can't continue the conversation. What a shame.
Besides, back then, who knew that his nemesis, the legitimate representative of Old Gaia, would have such a foolish and heartless personality...
My conscience, my conscience is almost cooked to a crisp.
Once we get back, we should gather all the pieces of her story as soon as possible, give her her freedom, and quietly let bygones be bygones for this old score.
That's enough!
"That's enough..."
The silver bullet flew away, and the believer murmured in disappointment, her voice filled with the loss of a child who had lost a treasure.
Facing the hunter's gunfire, this beast, which completely overwhelmed its opponent in terms of physical strength, tore away all pretense of civilization, treating the silver bullets aimed at vital points as nothing, as if mocking the uselessness of civilization's weapons. In an instant, it wiped out the last bit of safe distance in front of the hunter, directly grasping the frail flesh and blood body in its claws.
The believer lifted the girl under the cloak off the "ground" like a small animal. His fingertips could easily feel the blood flow feedback under the carotid artery in her neck, while his tiger's mouth deliberately left a gap, giving the hunter a last chance to catch his breath.
"You should understand the principle that you must be prepared to be killed before you fire a shot, right?"
"monster……"
"Ok?"
"Go... die..."
The girl's reply was as difficult and intermittent as her breathing, barely perceptible; such a question-and-answer session could hardly be described as efficient.
The real answer to the believer was the pendant that shone around the girl's neck.
The pendant looked remarkably like a transistor containing some kind of substance, and its rapidly flashing appearance subconsciously reminded the believer of…
bomb.
boom!
The next moment, a dazzling holy light burst forth from the top of the airship.
The believer felt a bright light before her eyes, then her feet lost their footing, followed by a feeling of weightlessness as she fell.
Inside the massive airship, accompanied by the sound of the dome shattering, a shrill female voice screamed.
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Today is a lucky day.
That's what the old nun at the church said.
December 15, 6198 in the San Salz calendar, near the end of the year.
Jeanne Alençon got up very early that day, for no other reason than to go to work.
Located on the southern slopes of the continent, Sares is protected from the northern winds and snow by several natural mountain ranges, creating a miraculous fertile land where ancestors were able to settle and survive to this day.
Jeanne lived on a small street called "Fishing Cat" in the town of Salez. The three-and-a-half-story townhouse, including the attic, belonged to a lady who ran an independent jewelry shop. This generous landlady was kind to Jeanne, and at least Jeanne had never run into financial difficulties when it came to paying the monthly rent—provided that another tenant shared the burden.
"Pandora, I'm heading out."
As Jeanne walked past her roommate's bedroom, she knocked on the door as usual, and after receiving no response as expected, she shrugged and went downstairs.
Her roommate was a very introverted girl, timid and hesitant in front of others, and a bit clumsy in doing things. Her gullible and easily fooled nature made her feel that if she wasn't careful, she could be easily deceived by a bad man with a few sweet words, which made her really worried.
As for having an irregular sleep schedule, that's understandable.
Pandora works at a flower shop in the next block. The shop's night shift ends very late, often closing after midnight. The other employees are all shrewd and calculating, and they always assign the tough night shifts to this introverted girl when scheduling shifts.
Jeanne was initially furious when she heard about it and planned to take Pandora to confront them several times, but she was pulled back each time.
The reason for giving up was also the helpless reality for Jeanne—this girl had no special talents and was not good at socializing. It was already difficult enough for her to find a relatively quiet job and settle down in the city of Sales.
Who isn't...
Jeanne took out her phone and glanced at it. Seeing that her phone bill for the month was already empty, she twitched her lips in a very unladylike way before reluctantly paying the bill.
The communications in the city of Sares are monopolized by the Sares Holy Faith Chamber of Commerce. These personal communication terminals are small, portable, fast, convenient, and reasonably priced, making them affordable for the general public.
The only thing that hurts is the monthly phone bill...
At least in the first month of the second month after purchasing the item, Jeanne herself had a deep doubt that she might have been scammed...
However, humans are creatures who find it hard to give up convenience once they are attached to it, which is why products like sacred texts are still popular in Sarres to this day.
Unlike Pandora, Jeanne's work is slightly more reliable.
She is a flight attendant.
To be precise, he was a crew member on the airship that was being used to pick up passengers in the city of Sares.
Jeanne still remembers the ridiculously high threshold for Holy Light adaptability and faith assessment during the initial recruitment process.
Indeed, in Sares, any position that is close to the various systems operated by the government requires candidates to pass an assessment of Holy Light aptitude and faith before they can have the opportunity to take on the role, in order to possess the corresponding abilities.
It's no wonder that Pandora cherished her job at the flower shop in the alley so much.
After leaving Cat Street, have breakfast, take public transportation to the outer wall of Sares, proceed to the entrance of the designated airport, show your identification, and take the elevator to the top of the wall...
In the staff changing room, Jeanne changed into the Chamber of Commerce's black and white flight attendant uniform, locked her personal clothes in a locker with her number, looked at herself in the mirror, and sighed.
Those noblemen of the Holy Wall Knights are so cold and aloof, they're practically heartless.
Or is it because of their unwavering faith and vow to dedicate themselves to God that they are so inhumane?
Looking at the blonde, blue-eyed, long-legged girl in the mirror, Jeanne recalled the dignified knights she always encountered on her way to work, passing by the Holy Wall, and couldn't help but fall into a brief period of self-doubt and despair.
If she hadn't posted her photos on Shengxin's social media platform with captions like, "Starting today, I'm taking care of my appearance. I'm a little insecure, and I envy those pretty girls who have knights chasing after them~", all she would have received were harsh replies like, "You green tea bitch, you Versailles bitch, go to hell!" instead of "Sister has a good foundation, be more confident"... and other such extreme responses... she would have almost thought she was an unwanted ugly duckling.
Ha, you bitch, I may not understand the men of the Knights, but can't I see what you're thinking? Give up, you can't beat me in terms of beauty.
Jeanne, don't be discouraged, keep going! After all, you pass by the Holy Wall every time you go to and from get off work. If you seize the opportunity to win over a young knight from a minor noble family, you can leave the workforce decades early and live the life of a wealthy wife, free from worries about food and clothing.
Even the old nuns at the diocese seminary said today was her lucky day, so she couldn't afford to slack off and waste it.
For a brighter tomorrow, the tall, blonde girl mustered her confidence, adjusted her natural and gentle smile in front of the mirror, and walked out of the staff break room full of fighting spirit...
Ten hours later, when a passenger who had been curled up on the floor of the airship's terminal due to feeling unwell suddenly stood up, his entire body suddenly swelled up, and flesh and hair visibly grew rapidly, eventually transforming into a grotesque shape that resembled both a human and a dog, revealing his foul-smelling, blood-stained fangs to Jeanne, who had come to visit him, who was standing close at hand...
The dome shattered, a flash of holy light appeared and then vanished, followed by a biting cold wind.
In her dying moments, Jeanne's replay of memories suddenly revealed that she seemed to have a talent for soprano singing as a child...
A young knight with flowing hair descended from the sky, crushing the mutated beast under his feet into dust. His azure sword flashed like the dawn breaking through an endless night, and smoke and grievances filled the air, along with the mournful cries of humans and beasts.
"Hiss... Beautiful lady, may you please stop your melodious singing?"
The woman who landed on the third floor of the airship hall felt her ears ringing from the girl in front of her, and noticed that her left hand was empty, with only a few traces of blood left under her fingernails.
Driven by a primal urge, he discreetly wiped away the traces of blood from his tongue and lips, savoring it carefully.
Hmm, the taste is right, but the person has already left. What a pity.
The next moment, the believer held the True World sword and looked around. She saw a group of strange creatures, half-human and half-dog, feasting on the food, their cries of pain filling the air. A few more creatures, oblivious to the danger, circled around, seemingly planning to make a buffet of him and the long-legged girl in front of them.
Seeing this, the long-legged lady was terrified.
"Don't panic, ma'am, I'm here, these beasts can't hurt you."
With the aim of making a complete show of it, befriending a local to blend into the city, and also with a little bit of consideration for her own ears, the believer raised her demonic sword high, swallowing all the holy light that dissipated when the dome exploded into the empty sword.
The next moment, the holy blade, like a tidal wave, surged towards the man-eating evil, and the azure holy light, like the rising sun, illuminated the night sky and swept away all the demons and monsters in the place.
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Chapter 229 Will the Bionic Little Red Riding Hood Dream of the Electronic Big Bad Wolf? (Part 6)
Initially, it was just a conjecture, but now it has been put into practice.
When she woke up and Arcueid asked her to avoid using her other realm powers as much as possible under the pretext of "conveying his instructions," the believer pondered how she should handle various sudden violent or non-violent incidents within the territory of Sares City.
Habit is a very lazy friend; once you get used to solving problems in a convenient way, your enthusiasm for learning new knowledge diminishes.
How can one face various potential challenges after returning to a state of "having nothing" for the first time in a long time?
During the day, sitting on a clearing by the river in the woods, the believer chose the temporary solution of "physical ascension to sainthood," using her iron fists to blast open a piece of the sky.
Although it may seem absurd, it is a fact that can be put into practice. The reason is simple: even if he abandons all his realm powers, his physical body still possesses strength beyond common sense.
Just moments before, the Holy Light Bomb, which appeared as an "external object," gave him a new inspiration.
An inspiration that left him somewhat amused and bewildered.
What? Isn't this just going back to square one?
Thinking back, the predicament I initially found myself in was that I knew almost nothing except for the Blue Demon Bullet.
Just do the same thing you did to break through the impasse back then. Wouldn't that solve everything?
Clearly, you've already acquired a weapon that suits you perfectly, haven't you?
The demonic sword in his hand, named "True World," has lost its essence and is just as hungry as he was when he was imprisoned in the lake.
If you don't have it, just go and steal it.
I've known that for a long time.
Inside the airship's main hall, a cold, pale silver holy light emanated from the azure demonic sword, the sword's power becoming an extension of the swordsman's perception.
As she wielded the sword of the real world to tear apart her prey, the believer felt a smooth and exhilarating sensation, like a rolling knife slicing through butter.
The essence of Holy Light is the most direct and pure manifestation of the yang energy that constitutes the two poles of the Tree of Life. In other words, no energy realm can be monopolized by a certain faction. The same yang energy is called Holy Light by pan-religious religions in the West, while in the Far East it is called something else, such as Righteousness. What remains unchanged is its essence. As the representative of the yang energy realm, the Holy Light realm is undoubtedly naturally opposed to the Shadow realm, and the two wax and wane.
Just like now, the believer experienced the exhilarating feeling of the Holy Light warriors using the "Holy Slash" when in doubt, in a situation she had never imagined.