Chapter 134: Emergency Rescue -2

“Roar~”
Clang clang clang!
In the dense, deep forest, the canopies suddenly began to sway.
“Help! Is anyone nearby?!”
Countless fine threads flickered through the forest; without possessing Moda themselves, who would notice them, mistaking them for barely visible spider silk.
Suddenly, a blinding golden radiance flashed out, slicing through the woods.
“Ah, it’s Quadrilateral!”
“Someone’s coming! Let’s hurry over.”
Hurried, frantic footsteps echoed from within the forest. A hunting team was fleeing recklessly toward the mountains, their faces originally etched with fear and despair, but upon seeing that streak of light sweeping through the woods, they instantly turned ecstatic.
After nearly half an hour of bitter lament, they had finally encountered a Moda user rushing to their aid.
“Save us, master!”
“Don’t panic, just come straight over.”
Surprisingly, it was the Captain of the Gear Fleet of Great Builder Yang!
The group was both startled and overjoyed in an instant!
They sprinted madly, because behind them in the forest, an unprecedented monstrous beast was charging forth, ramming everything in its path. Its massive form loomed in and out of the tree shadows, causing leaves to rustle violently.
“Scatter! The Maestro Shadow’s here!”
Crash!
Two large tree trunks snapped with a thunderous crack, debris flying everywhere, all carrying faint silver-white illusory light.
“Maestro Shadow.” Yang Zicang cautiously stared at the figure.
So this was a Maestro Shadow—aside from the mouse altered by the Minister, this was the first time he had seen one.
Every attack from these monsters is like a Chrono Weapon, naturally carrying considerable temporal power without depleting their life force. After all, these monsters know nothing about temporal amplification; they simply have no model for it.
But this is precisely what makes them terrifying.
“Ahh, they’re here so soon—my temporal energy is almost gone!”
The group turned around in panic. Just being near such a creature filled them with fear. If hit once, a single kick could send someone flying dozens of meters, shredding their gear to pieces, leaving no chance even to strike back.
[Dispatch.]
[Show position, ten points.]
Whoosh! Several people felt their movement speed double instantly, advancing through the main blast zone in a flash. Only a few fragments landed on them, canceling out several hours or even days of time.
“Lyu Zhi,” Yang Zicang called softly.
Lyu Zhi nodded, full of pressure, and raised his longsword against the tide of his companions.
“Aahh!” Lyu Zhi mustered his courage with a shout, preparing to charge forward—but his feet remained firmly planted.
“What are you doing?”
Lyu Zhi looked up at Yang Zicang nervously. “Zi-cang bro, I…”
Lyu Zhi wore an expression uglier than tears as he slowly lifted one foot. The monsters showed no mercy; thundering toward them, the sight of their huge, ferocious forms made Lyu Zhi so scared he nearly stabbed his own foot with the sword.
“What’s wrong again?”
“I.. I’m just charging up…” Lyu Zhi said, voice trembling with sorrow.
Yang Zicang kicked him square in the rear.
Lyu Zhi charged forward with his eyes closed, yelling loudly, which stunned the few people who were fleeing for their lives.
“What… a spirit of sacrificing oneself for a righteous cause.”
“Not even the heroes in TV shows who die a martyrs’ death looked this tragic and solemn!”
If it weren’t for the fact that this guy was brought by Yang Zicang, the others would have already given up hope.
Thump. Slap.
In less than three seconds, the golden-red radiance on Lyu Zhi’s body had dimmed to a pale gold.
“Sigh.”
Yang Zicang shook his head.
Originally, he had thought that with this kid’s physique, if he cultivated the secret techniques, he might become a promising talent in the future, and he had hoped to nurture another expert for the team.
“Help!”
Lyu Zhi shouted even louder than those before him had.
It seemed that making someone a skilled master without resorting to a training contract was simply impossible in such a short time.
The huge monster, its eyes burning with rage, charged furiously with an overwhelming force. Just as Lyu Zhi closed his eyes, forcefully suppressing his fear to brace for the monster’s decisive strike, Yang Zicang’s figure rapidly approached from behind, as swift and light as the wind.
“Brother Yang.” Lyu Zhi rushed over.
“Captain Jia.”
The few scattered people in the forest looked in awe at Yang Zicang’s advancing figure.
This Captain Jia of the major client team hadn’t even activated a model!
Relying solely on his physical steps, he rapidly overtook his knocked-out teammate and, while fixing a sharp gaze on the creature, deftly snatched the longsword from Lyu Zhi’s hand as it flew past!
Whoosh! The moment he approached, Yang Zicang spun like a top beneath the monster’s bucket-thick, scale-covered claws, and his golden longsword slashed onto the creature’s thigh.
[I neutralized 1500N!]
The monster’s thigh snapped, red blood splattering in the dim light, yet it merely flew past the young man’s shoulders and armpits as its trajectory was altered.
“Is this monster that long-lived?” A few people exclaimed in amazement.
Yang Zicang sighed to himself. Using his two-thousand-year sequential attack to cut off its leg alone had offset fifteen hundred years—this Prodigy-level monster was shrouded in at least ten thousand years of sequential energy.
“Roar!”
The monster let out a miserable howl, yet it remained imposing, charging at Lyu Zhi, who had thought himself safe, knocking him flying before crashing heavily onto a large tree trunk. It then turned back and glared at Yang Zicang with a crazed fury.
“Ah! Why did it have to come after me again?”
Bang! The just-risen hulking figure was sent flying once more like a rag doll, a sight that made one’s heart race.
Lyu Zhi tumbled through the forest, branches lashing ceaselessly against his body.
“Take your time,” Yang Zicang said from afar, “I suffered a lot of this kind of punishment before figuring out my footwork.”
With that, he twisted his body, evading the Prodigy-level domain master’s charge like a leaf dancing in the wind.
“What? Boss Jiazi, did you really train like that?”
Lyu Zhi spat out a mouthful of mud, grimacing as he watched Yang Zicang’s ghostly movement technique.
[Zhang Ao wants to invest in me.]
Lyu Zhi considered this sudden unsolicited investment and chose to accept it.
[Zhang Ao invested 100N into me.]
{Bro, is your place still hiring?}
Lyu Zhi immediately became wary: “What do you mean by that?”
{Brother, with a skillset as rough as yours managing to get into a top-tier transport squad, I think I should be able to too. And I eat very little.}
“Get lost.”
……
“This captain guy is really impressive.”
A few people fleeing amidst the forest watched as the young man dodged left and right, each swing of his sword accompanied by a resonant ring. He constantly exploited his surroundings and the monster’s weakness—its massive size made turning difficult—and as he darted around, he gradually crippled its limbs.
With a great thud, the monster finally collapsed to the ground.
“C-captain, you actually defeated a Scene-level monster in an A-Class Scene Zone so easily!”
The group gathered around. Su Fang’s dirt-smudged face was filled with shock, and the others beside her weren’t much better—their expressions splattered with admiration.
Having someone of this caliber in the team significantly boosted everyone’s survival rate.
The Scene monster wasn’t dead yet, but it no longer posed a threat to anyone.
“It looks so bulky.”
“It aged quite a bit all of a sudden.”
In the transitional zones between B-Class and A-Class and above, there is no need to kill every living monster. You only need to eliminate the one that possesses special elemental aura within that Scene—this creature is called the Scene Lord.
Especially in large-area A-level rifts like this one, clearing out all creatures inside is simply impossible within half a month.
But once you kill the scene master of each vignette realm, whether those energies are claimed as stolen or controlled power, they return to that small vignette space, fully stabilizing the twilight zone.
“Killing it—how many timestreams would that yield?”
The few of them whispered greedily among themselves.
“Senior Jiazi played it like that, must have drained a chunk of its lifespan.”
“If it had been a one-shot kill, the timestreams earned would probably be even more.”
On the ground, as the monstrous beast wailed, the echoes of roars from the mountain forests intensified, as if summoned from afar.
Yang Zicang, having failed to reach Mori, turned to the group and said:
“The monsters here have all gone mad—they’re charging towards us. Everyone, get out quickly.”
“Alright, let’s move fast. A stampede of beasts is terrifying; no one can stop it.”
Lyu Zhi limped over, and Yang Zicang signaled for him to deliver the final blow to the scene master.
Plop! The long sword plunged into its heart, and the glorious blood of the monster surged forth.
[I offset 2300 N.]
[I gained 1750 timestreams.]
“Captain Jia, aren’t you leaving?” one woman in the team asked.
“We’re faster. We’ll stay behind to cover the retreat—you all go first.”
Once the others had left, Lyu Zhi, as ecstatic as a child getting New Year’s money, turned excitedly to Yang Zicang:
“Bro, Brother Yang, getting 1,700 Ordinal-years all at once—stabilizing a Grade-A alternating zone could probably earn us ten to twenty thousand.”
Yang Zicang smiled: “Too bad there aren’t that many quadrilateral models for you to synch with alternating zones.”
In the city, Grade-A alternating zones almost never appear naturally.