Extraordinary Pedigree.

Chapter 1026 72-Hour Cleanup Operation II: Environmental Assimilation of Devil Fruit Users
Outside the Far East City, on the western side of the old city, lies a zone of ruins.

Beneath a cluster of abandoned buildings, the Horizon Wolf Pack and elite members of the Honor Guard are ready for battle. Clad in dark gray armor, each soldier is equipped with a high-energy reflective shield and a tactical integration system, before whom lies a complete list of all weapons and equipment.

The mechanical roar of the AV-9 hovercar instilled a sense of oppression in the heart.

This is a tactical vehicle designed specifically for terrorist mobile forces. It has a streamlined shape similar to an aircraft, is fully covered with heavy armor, and has a dark gray body covered with a lightweight carbon fiber shield. It is surrounded by heavy firepower equipment.

Inside the vehicle, four fully armed members of the terrorist mobile squad were quickly checking their equipment. Each was armed with a munitions-equipped rifle and a custom-made Sunset Mantis chainsaw, complete with all accessories and fully loaded magazines. The chainsaw blades had been specially hardened, sharp enough to cut through thick steel plates.

Inside the cockpit, the pilot, wearing a holographic helmet, skillfully maneuvers the hovercraft using the built-in digital navigation system, maintaining a precise hovering position at all times. The hovercraft's "neuroscillator" is also activated, ready to quickly paralyze any approaching enemy units in the upcoming battle.

The objective of this operation was clear—the leader of the "Crack Market," Wu Mei, was hiding in the core area of ​​the ruins.

This local gang has gradually built a vast underground trading network over the past few months.

The first wave of attacks in this decapitation operation was to quickly eliminate Wu Mei and its core members.

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Far East City - Governor's Mansion

Inside the command center, Xia Xiu's projection remained firmly in the center.

The virtual screen in front of him lit up quietly, and then the entire battle situation in Far East City was presented before his eyes.

The battle map projected onto the curtain is divided into three main areas, marking the target location of the Rift Market, Lady Mirror's operational area, and the Magnet Master's experimental zone. Above these battle areas, rows of digital countdown timers begin to flash, indicating the progress of operations in each area.

Xia Xiu's sharp gaze swept across the huge map as he lightly tapped the tactical screen on the side, quickly transmitting orders to all participating troops.

The data on the map flows rapidly, and attack routes are marked by virtual tactical indicators, converging into a detailed battlefield layout map.

Meanwhile, members of the Shepherd's Legion, far away, were constantly collecting enemy location data transmitted back. Through reconnaissance equipment hidden in various corners of the city, the information they captured became increasingly clear, tightly interwoven into the command line of the entire operation.

puff~
The figure of Demon King Amond appeared beside Xia Xiu, arms crossed, watching everything with great interest.

"This is the debut of the Son of the First Return, I hope he won't disappoint you, his father," the Demon King said with a smile.

Xia Xiu gazed intently at the map and calmly replied:

"Practice is the sole means of testing truth; now it is time to test the results."

……

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The crack market, the primary target.

Crack Market, an underground market shrouded in time and darkness, is always filled with smoke and noise.

The air was thick with the stench of alcohol, tobacco, rotting meat, and the pungent smell of unkempt garbage. Street stalls, dilapidated leather goods stands, and open-air black market transactions filled every corner of the market. From all directions, a cacophony of noise, vicious hawking, and occasional arguments blended into a frenzied symphony.

For most people, today is just another ordinary day; thugs are still trading here, and hooligans are still shouting.

Everything seemed the same as usual.

However, today—it's different.

Today, the crack market has undergone tremendous changes.

The engine of the AV-9 hovercar roared through the air like thunder.

The sound began as a low roar, like distant thunder, before becoming clearer and piercing through the city's layers of noise. The engine's roar, accompanied by the grating sound of metal scraping against metal, shattered the market's tranquility. As the engine roared, dust began to billow, and the vibrating air blurred everything around them.

Then came the urgent, special siren.

[Drip~ drip~ drip~]

The beam of the searchlight cleaved down from the clouds—not ordinary white light, but a cold light mixed with a pale green tactical aiming line.

The hovercar is suspended 20 meters above the Crack Market, like an eagle eye looking down at its prey.

The vehicle's silhouette was indifferent and cold, equipped with twin-mounted Vulcan cannons and an electromagnetic pulse generator. It was surrounded by frost-iron-like armor, and the huge jet streams pulled away the debris and dust on both sides. The vehicle hovered steadily without the slightest tremor.

The crew gripped the controls tightly, their gazes calm, their tension barely wavering. The pilot's finger lightly flicked the dispatcher, and beams of targets were automatically locked onto. A confirmation beep sounded inside the vehicle, and with a final confirmation, the activation button for the neural oscillator was pressed.

Suddenly, the air in the city seemed to freeze for a few seconds, and almost everyone felt suffocated at that moment. This was followed by a piercing sound of electricity, and almost every living thing in the market within a fifty-meter radius lost consciousness and fell heavily to the ground.

This is an irreversible purge operation.

Immediately afterwards, five members of the terrorist mobile squad, clad in high-strength combat armor, leaped out of the side hatch of the airship and landed on the ground.

Their armor gleamed silver in the sunlight, the reinforced skeletons of their limbs emitting a soft metallic clanging, and each piece of armor was covered with a thin neural sensory network, ready to face the impending battle.

"The mobile terrorist squad is ready. We are now beginning the operation to remove the target!"

The tactical commander's voice came through the holographic headset, concise and clear.

The five men quickly formed a tactical line, lining up in a combat formation with their guns pointed forward.

Each person is armed with the latest type of explosive synergy rifle, with a long barrel, black and gray body, and a kinetic energy reloading mechanism, each bullet capable of instantly penetrating the target's armor.

As the members of the Terrorist Mobile Squad swiftly traversed the ruins of the Rift Market, the sound of metal rubbing against steel echoed in the air, signaling the inevitability of battle.

click-

That was the sound of the Twilight Mantis chainsaw blades suddenly springing out from its arms.

A soft humming sound rang out, the blade gleamed, steel and heat intertwined, and the blade spun rapidly, drawing power from the surrounding air.

The chainsaw emitted a deep rumble, like the roar of a giant beast, and the sound of the blade tearing through the air was even more piercing, carrying the aura of death.

The hunt begins!

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out in the market.

Eleven hovercrafts instantly flew over the market, and the fire support system was immediately activated.

A massive flash of light illuminated a corner of the market as Vulcan cannons began firing wildly, heavy ammunition piercing through all obstacles and destroying any targets in their path. Electromagnetic pulse transmitters also activated, a chain reaction spreading through the air.

At this moment, the members of the terrorist mobile squad finally launched their attack.

The rifles fired with muffled bursts of bullets, each bullet piercing the air and striking the defenders' vitals with pinpoint accuracy. No one could survive the advance of the Terrorist Mobile Squad; they moved like mowing grass, calm and decisive, wasting almost no bullets.

Just then, the chainsaw finally swung down, the blade instantly making contact with an enemy's shoulder. The cutting sound echoed throughout the market, blood splattered, and the enemy was completely torn apart before he could even react.

The other team members also acted without hesitation. In the instant that blood and flesh splattered, the enemy's resistance was almost futile.

The hovercraft provided continuous fire support from above, with machine guns strafe and flames and smoke mingling together. Enemy corpses fell like scraps of paper in the wind, offering no chance of resistance against these well-equipped Horizon Forces. The entire market instantly transformed into a battlefield, the fighting becoming bloody and swift.

The offensive of the terrorist mobile squad was like a hurricane, annihilating the enemy with overwhelming force. Every step they took shattered the old order of the market, bringing new bloodshed and fear.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood.

Before the rioters' stunned expressions could turn into terror, the members of the five-person mobile terrorist squad had already arrived like messengers of death.

The angels of death, the Lord of the Horizon, began to reap the heads of these rebels.

To the enemy, the wolf pack soldiers were all tall, each standing two meters tall with bulging muscles, like steel giants, clad in deadly armor, their limbs taut, their steps steady and swift.

The blades on their arms, like demonic fangs, tore through the air with a low rumble, their metallic sheen gleaming in the dark market.

Wherever they went, the enemy was like a squashed chick, torn to pieces before they could even react.

The sound of screams of agony filled the air instantly.

The entire market had practically become a slaughterhouse.

The rioters desperately pulled out their staffs and brandished their machetes in an attempt to resist, but their chaotic resistance was as fragile as a paper wall in the face of the terrorist mobile squad on the horizon.

A thug tried to summon mages to unleash a barrage of fireballs to fight the demons, but before he could finish, a chainsaw slashed his neck from the side, spurting blood like a fountain and instantly throwing him aside.

Another thug was about to retaliate when he was swiftly tackled by a team member, who swept a chainsaw across him, cleaving him in two.

Without the slightest hesitation or leniency, the soldiers of the terrorist mobile squad crushed all obstacles under their feet, leaving corpses scattered like broken sandbags wherever they went.

As the battle progressed, the once bustling market transformed into a deathly silent slaughterhouse.

Soon after, several minor leaders finally realized the danger and tried to mobilize their forces to fight back, but the advance of the terrorist mobile squad was as swift as a storm. Within just half an hour, many minor leaders of the reactionary forces had been eliminated.

However, just as the terrorist mobile squads were sweeping through the market like a tidal wave, suddenly, a powerful aura erupted from the depths of the market.

Deep within the market, a man wearing a luxurious leather jacket and a metal mask slowly emerged.

His eyes gleamed with a cold light, and every inch of his skin seemed to tremble slightly.

This is the leader of the Rift Market—Wu Mei, codenamed Line Emperor.

“These guys are Horizon’s lackeys. Damn it, someone leaked the news. That usurper named Abraham is finally planning to make his move against us…”

The Thread Emperor spoke in a low voice, raising his hands as long threads, like demonic tentacles, extended from his body, spinning faster and faster.

Those hair-thin lines rose from the ground, rapidly weaving into an impenetrable net that surrounded the Terrorist Mobile Squad, as if to devour everything within it. The Line King waved his hands casually, and several steel wire-like lines, like living things, instantly surged towards the Terrorist Mobile Squad from all directions, determined to bind them into a tight knot.

Despite their large size and superior equipment, the soldiers of the Terrorist Mobile Squad found themselves struggling against this agile and deadly attack.

The rifles fired instantly, but the lines swiftly dodged every bullet, coiling around the target like serpents. The lines precisely surrounded the members of the terrorist mobile squad, suppressing their movements.

The team members wielded their Twilight Mantis chainsaws, but each time the blades touched the lines, a piercing screeching sound was produced. The lines, however, never broke; they simply continued to retaliate, pulling the warriors deeper into the battlefield.

In just a brief moment, the Terrorist Mobile Squad was suppressed by the Line Emperor's ability.

At that moment, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.

From the other side of the market, members of three mobile terrorist squads quickly assembled, roaring like beasts, ready to break through the Emperor's control in one fell swoop.

The first terrorist mobile squad, consisting of five elite melee members wielding chainsaws on their arms, the sharp blades and activated engines emitting a low roar, charged suddenly towards the enemy's position.

Following closely behind, the second team stood at a distance, carrying heavy grenades and rifles on their backs, and began to suppress the enemy from a distance with overwhelming firepower.

The third team was responsible for the outer perimeter encirclement; the hidden alleys and narrow passages in the surrounding market became their best hiding places.

The three mobile terrorist squads quickly surrounded the enemy's position, and their precise tactical coordination intensified the tension in the air.

Faced with the precise assault of the terrorist mobile squad, Line King's eyes shone with fanaticism and defiance. He stood still, then suddenly swung his arms, sending out several steel wire-like lines that shot out like giant snakes, swiftly piercing the air and clashing head-on with the terrorist mobile squad's chainsaw blades.

Hiss--

The knife clashed with the wire, sparks flying everywhere.

Each line carried immense power, quickly entangled the members of the terrorist mobile squad, suppressed their weapons, and restricted their movements.

The Emperor suddenly roared, his voice tearing through the air like thunder, filled with boundless rage.

"I am the source of power! You lackeys of the horizon are no match for me!"

He waved his arms again, and more lines spread out from his body like a vortex, stirring up everything around him and forcing the members of the Terrorist Mobile Squad to retreat.

The Emperor's eyes gleamed with fanaticism, a cold smile playing on his lips, his voice filled with sarcasm and contempt:

"You know nothing about the power of the fruit!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Emperor slammed his hands down on the ground.

【Rule Fragments & Environmental Assimilation】

The once-solid ground began to tremble, emitting a deep rumble. Cracks in the ground rapidly expanded, lines quickly penetrating the earth like tentacles from the deep sea, swiftly engulfing the surrounding buildings and land.

Then, the lines surged up like giant waves, tearing apart the surrounding buildings. The once solid stone walls, abandoned stalls, and even the ground itself began to soften, woven entirely from white lines, creating a vast ocean of lines.

"A desolate white line—"

The whisper of the Line Emperor echoed in the air, like the call of a sea god, carrying an irresistible power.

The white lines seemed to possess a life of their own, rapidly coiling around and tearing apart everything in their path, destroying all obstacles. Buildings were completely swallowed up by them, turning into a merciless white vortex.

This power comes from the "dead light":

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Within seconds, the battlefield where the terrorist mobile squad was located was completely rewritten. The original ground, ruins, and streets were instantly replaced by this giant wave of lines. The entire market was no longer a simple battlefield, but had become an ocean composed of white lines, a vast ocean filled with an inescapable sense of oppression.

The violent tremors made the members of the terrorist mobile squad unsteady on their feet. The once solid ground instantly became soft and powerless, and everyone was floating in a torrent of lines.

Those lines surged wildly toward the members of the terrorist mobile squad, isolating them from the rest of the battlefield.

"Damn it!" a member of the terrorist mobile squad shouted.

The chainsaw blade makes a screeching sound when it strikes the line, but the line remains undamaged and instead wraps around the blade even more tightly, securing it firmly.

Another team member aimed his bullet-assisted rifle at a rapidly spinning line, but the line, like a living thing, quickly evaded the bullet's trajectory and pulled his weapon away at an astonishing speed, directly into the white wave of lines.