Chapter 112: The Desert Cargo Fleet -4

[Zuo Feixian wants to make an active investment in me.]
[Zuo Feixian has invested 1000 N in me.]
Teacher Chen felt as if his brain had instantly crashed.
Little Liu beside him opened his mouth in an “O” shape, almost crying out, and stammered to Xu Xiuchuan, “You… actually live so long.”
“Hmph.”
“Save it for when you need to protect your life.”
Without saying more, the ordinary weapons in their hands burst with a dazzling golden radiance as they charged at the wasteland convoy members who were scattering in panic.
Shi Shuangbing, who was halfway there, was astonished to see a serpentine phantom like a pale dragon weaving through the crowd; with every twist, it plucked blurry human silhouettes out of their bodies!
“Ah, what is that!”
“A ghost! It’s an evil ghost devouring souls!”
Those from the Wasteland Convoy who had rushed forward recoiled in terror, turning and fleeing like routed soldiers.
But just as they took their first steps, suddenly an even larger phantom, laced with a violent wind, came crashing in. Anyone it touched this time — apart from a few team leaders with strong temporal reserves — had their bodies vanish outright.
“And what is that!?”
“Run for your lives! It’s a man-eating weird wind!”
Weapon shrouded in a red phantom, Luo Bin thrust his sword through the body of a man bathed in rich golden light.
“Vice Captain! Ah, didn’t the Vice Captain obtain a secret skill? Yet he was killed with a single sword strike!”
Luo Bin sneered. He pulled out his sword and quickly caught up with two others, killing each with one blow yet receiving no ordering-sequence feedback. Irritated, he roared, “Hand over a thousand cycles’ worth, and I’ll spare you!”
“Help!” Seeing the slightly stout man’s long sword swinging toward him, one person collapsed onto the withered grass, clutching his head in fear and trembling as he said, “I’ll give them to you, all of them. I’ve only got over seven hundred years’ worth—I’ll give you everything.”
“Hmph, at least you know your place. Come on, then.”
[I’ve invested 1R from Anonymous.]
[Anonymous has for me issued a super dividend of 762N.]
“Get lost. If I catch you hanging with the caravan again, the next time we meet will be your death day.”
He kicked the man hard in the thigh. The man, as if pardoned, scrambled away on both hands and feet toward the distance, until suddenly a flash of blade light cut through the air and split his body from head to torso.
Shi Shuangbing stared coldly and sheathed his black curved blade. The man, once full of confidence, now felt a surge of rage inside, and though the weapon in his hand glowed red, he had little will left to fight.
Luo Bin gave a mocking laugh and sprinted toward him, prompting Shi Shuangbing to quickly flee.
Ning Yang and the others watched in shock as the sudden outburst of slaughter unfolded behind them, a carnage that invaded the crowds like a tiger among sheep.
Dozens of meters away, the ordinary-looking young man in the standard work uniform coat advancing gave each step the impression of a divine being landing heavily on their very hearts and minds.
[Third Squad, withdraw! Let’s go, now!]
Shi Shuangbing shouted inwardly to his companions, who had been constantly raising funds within the team.
He turned to look at Zhao Qi’s cargo team, which was already half in rout, and said, pointing at the bound figures on the wagon bed, “Kill them, then follow me.”
Shi Shuangbing had no intention of confronting Luo Bin head-on.
“What!” Niuwa and the others exclaimed in shock.
Upon hearing the shout, the man wielding the long sword who had been fighting Shed Master Song’s men slashed at his opponent, forcing them back, then turned and ran over.
Facing the man carrying the blazing red long sword, Ning Yang and his subordinates trembled all over in terror and fear. At this moment, he could no longer contact Jiazi Level; the opponent was engaged in a Mental Link with his own teammate.
Suddenly, a folded beam of light shot towards him.
[Jiazi Level wants to make an active investment in me.]
“Brother, save me!” he shouted.
[Jiazi Level invested 7000N in me.]
{Leave them to you, go and fight.}
Ning Yang felt as if his entire body, from head to toe, inside and out, was suddenly ablaze.
“Hiyah!”
He pulled hard, and the ropes infused with temporal sequence that bound his hands snapped with a bang.
[I have offset 150N.]
Just as the man charging with the long sword was about to reach him, Ning Yang suddenly jumped up, let out a ferocious roar, and pounced!
The triangle on his chest unfurled, and red phantom images emerged around his fists.
“How can you…?”
“You fucking bastard, I’ve had it with you!”
[I canceled 1000N.]
Thump! In an instant, the two rolled into a heap on the ground. Ning Yang mounted him and punched at the wrist holding the blade. Caught off guard, the man screamed, piercing the night sky. Ning Yang snatched this Chrono Weapon maliciously and brought it down on his head.
[I canceled 2025N.]
“I told you to show off! I told you to screw me over!”
To be a camp leader in this world took a streak of ruthlessness, and his blade poured forth action on its own.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Like mincing meat, a series of slash strokes sluiced down the dying man until the blade came out red and cries and pleas extinguished in a heap.
[I canceled 1678.2N.]
Stepping to an upright position, bloodied face inhaling heavily, Ning Yang’s abdomen had finally been prodded by his enemy, but sufficient Chrono power had counteracted the strike.
He flickered a glance around at everyone nearby, who had long since retreated backing further away. Nobody was willing to approach their battle—two combatants wreathed in ephemeral crimson Chron; only death awaits immovitation.
Ning Yang turned and cycled his Chrono from the amulet-set wheel among his subordinates, who had followed him on this foray, inside a span of several seconds.
In sooth seconds, the previous bait-fish would devour its self-styled fisherman; now-at-all deter decamped snow-flee Icebound (Snowdual Ice)<Shuang Bing variant translation placed simple for flow
“Just get up and running—the bottom fell’d— ain’t got on the fight.”
There fleeing maraud-feeling keen cause of Snow of Chill in jiu ment-shoot. Guen-chaster like motion gave violent jerk harness. Pulled besides; guait back/them-ruled hit stray path-of-escape in following underhand no nearer!
Luo Bin, who was chasing him, had already shifted his target elsewhere, attacking anyone with a large amount of golden hues he encountered.
Yang Zicang noticed the red glow on him from afar and, seeing his intent to flee, would not let him have his way. With a motion of his body, he darted through the panicked crowd like a martial arts master.
Swoosh!
White Shadow Thought-Dragon rushed toward that person, piercing through six or seven figures.
“It’s really a Mind-Eater!”
Shi Shuangbing swung his blade to strike, but the edge slid directly through the body of the White Shadow Thought-Dragon.
“Ahhh!”
Its target wasn’t him at all. Within seconds, several companions nearby had their mind bodies snatched by this Mind-Eater, torn to shreds, and transformed into energy that merged into its own form.
Compared to when it first arrived in the human world, White Shadow Thought-Dragon’s devouring speed was now increasingly faster.
The monster turned around, its massive head opening its huge maw, aiming at Shi Shuangbing’s own head.
The beast beneath him was already dead. Trembling, he climbed up from the ground and looked at the youth walking toward him like the Grim Reaper just a few steps away.
“You… who the hell are you!”
“I’m the Man of the Sixtieth Cycle.”
Shi Shuangbing’s head went blank.
The Man of the Sixtieth Cycle—the new engine crafting master who had still been in the Worry-Free Cargo Zone that afternoon—how could he be here!
Seeing that the monster hadn’t devoured him instantly, Shi Shuangbing’s despairing heart stirred a glimmer of hope.
“Why are you here?”
His gaze fell upon the noisy edge, where Shed Master Song and his group were holding back the frantic Horse Bandit Cargo Fleet members trying to flee in collapse.
Their escape routes were cut off on both sides, forcing them to scatter in the other two directions—truly a rout, as the saying goes.
Shi Shuangbing said with parched lips, “Are you here for this settlement? Is that shed master your friend?”
Had he known this quadrilateral shed master had such a friend, he would never have chosen this place as a target.
Yang Zicang chuckled lightly: “No, I don’t know him.”
“How can that be? Then why did you come running?”
“Shed Master Ning asked me to pick him up, so here I am.”
Shed Master Ning… It took Shi Shuangbing several moments to recall who that was.
He was utterly stunned.
Could it be Zhao Qi, that small fry who took the bait?
Then he felt as if ants were crawling all over his skin, and instinctively turned his gaze to where Zhao Qi’s cargo team had been—but they had already scattered in panic. Meanwhile, Ning Yang, who had freed himself from his bonds, and several others were furiously pursuing the fleeing Horse Bandit Cargo Fleet members.
Was it all… just because of these small fry?!
For these worthless, good-for-nothing wretches?!
At this moment, Shi Shuangbing wished he could tear Zhao Qi limb from limb. That bastard had clearly been told early on that they were coming to hunt down the quadrilateral model today. And him? Simply because he’d stumbled upon some broken-down well on the road, he had brought down a massive disaster on them all!
“Zhao Qi!”
Shi Shuangbing was furious, but at this moment he had no chance to even find trouble with Zhao Qi because the man was already dead.
[Quick, someone invest 3,500 in me, hurry and invest, just 3,500, just 3,500 years!]
Despite a sorrowful expression, Shi Shuangbing frantically used the opportunity to plead with his acquaintances in his mind, hoping only to scrape together enough time-sequence to vanish immediately.
With Shed Master Song’s several dozen men, Shed Master Ning and his crew who had invested high time-sequence, and before him this group with their two powerful psychic-type Nightmares and several other high time-sequence combatants, Horse Bandit Cargo Fleet was finished.
The mental transmissions were bustling, but not a single person invested even one second of time-sequence for him.
“Finished asking? Now it’s my turn.”
“Wh-what do you want to ask?”
“Who is your leader, where is your headquarters, and do you have any special abilities, or Nightmares?”
The terrifying monster coiled around Shi Shuangbing like a python, causing his body to stiffen, forcing him not to move recklessly.
“O-our leader calls himself the Great Master of the Horse Bandits, our headquarters is at…”
The model on his chest flashed, his arm suddenly raised, the long sword bringing a flash of blade light across a few steps to slash at Yang Zicang.
“So you’ve learned a secret technique too.”
Yang Zicang instantly returned all time-sequence to Mori, and the White Shadow Thought-Dragon bit down on its psychic body with one swift go, wrenching it up and yanking it out.
The blade glow grazed the young man’s right side and struck the ground, exploding a circle of dust, which made some onlooking bandits deeply regretful.
“We almost hit that devil,” the crowd thought in despair, then quickened their pace toward the edge of the battlefield.
Shi Shuangbing’s Psycho-spiritual Body was suspended in the mouth of the White Shadow Thought-Dragon.
{What a terrifying person…}
{I won’t make it out alive.}
“Where is your headquarters?”
{At, the Wasteland Wagon…}
The words of the Psycho-spiritual Body became increasingly incoherent.
YangZicang looked into the distance; the man who had been staring at him with a iron hammer in hand had already fled swiftly on a beast. Seeing the White Shadow Thought-Dragon emerge, he knew he had encountered a monster he could not defeat.
“Boss, it’s a quadrilateral entity of Psycho-spiritual Body abilities!”