It’s a strange invasion, is it okay for me to fight back?

Chapter 633 Heroic Narrative

Bang bang bang bang bang——

Gunfire erupted!

The hunters who arrived all raised their guns and aimed at the poet. One of the hunters, as nimble as a swallow, quickly climbed to a high position using the nearby buildings as cover, and then pounced straight at the poet's feet!

Caught off guard by this attack, the poet had no choice but to abandon his assault on Ling Feiran. His body nimbly flipped back several times like a monkey before he suddenly leaped up, landing on the handrail of the eleventh-floor corridor of the inpatient ward—

The handrail was no more than ten centimeters wide, yet he stood extremely steadily when he placed his foot on it. This extraordinary balance came from another card within him: the juggler.

The hunter who had just pounced on the poet failed. He nimbly spun around, hanging upside down on the wire with one foot, and shot out a sticky thread that quickly stuck to the poet's ankle!
The hunter let go of his foot, and his body plummeted!

The poet's feet suddenly sank, and he was pulled down from the building!

At the height of eleven stories, a fall would be fatal or result in serious injury.

As the hunter plummeted, he retrieved the sticky threads, quickly closing the distance between himself and the poet. Meanwhile, the poet gripped a long nail and stabbed it into the building's exterior wall. The nail scraped a long mark on the sixth-floor exterior wall, slowing his descent.

As he landed on the fifth floor, just as he was about to take the opportunity to jump into the inner corridor, bullets rained down on him!
Bang bang bang bang!
The intense gunfire caused the patients in the building to scream in terror, forgetting to continue singing.

The poet was shot in various parts of his body, his wrists lost their strength, and he fell to the ground floor in an instant!
All the hunters swarmed in!

"Don't let him escape!" Pei Xianjue shouted, his gaze towards the poet almost spitting fire.

The poet, enduring the pain, propped himself up on one side. His disheveled hair and the bloodstains on his body completely destroyed his former elegance, leaving him only in a sorry state.

He smirked, his smile twisted into a sinister grin. "Nobody here. You asked for this."

"Everyone be careful!" shouted the hunter closest to the poet.

A sudden tremor came from the ground!

Boom!
It was as if a giant drum was buried underground, its sound reverberating and forcing everyone to take a few steps back.

Boom!Boom!Boom!
The drumbeats grew increasingly rapid!

Pei Xianjue's heart leaped into her throat. Standing dozens of meters away from the combat area, she shouted, "Retreat! Watch out for enemy skills! Long-range snipers, prepare!"

The poet exchanged for the recovery injection, forcefully injected it into his injured leg, and grinned maliciously: "Here's a heroic epic for you—Rise! Unyielding spirits!"

Boom boom boom boom!!!

The drumbeats became extremely rapid, and the surrounding scenery began to change. This place, which should have been the activity area downstairs in the inpatient department, seemed to overlap with the image of another space. The hunters saw many towering pillars like giant trees, with charred tentacles intertwined and embers scattered everywhere.

From the ashes appeared a man dressed in black with black hair.

The man was two meters tall, wielding a giant sword. A third of his face was covered in black spots, and his pair of dark blue eyes were like those of a death god descending to earth, exuding a chilling aura!

The man suddenly raised his sword and slashed horizontally!

The sword energy swept outwards in all directions!

The speed was too fast, and none of the hunters had time to dodge. Several team members with defensive cards instinctively stepped forward and used their bodies to block the sword energy!

One of the team members had thick armor growing from his fists like shields. He held two shields in front of the team and felt a huge force crashing into him! His entire body was sent flying, and the shields cracked in two!

He felt a sharp pain in his chest and looked down to find a knife wound on his chest.

Without the shield to block most of the damage, he would probably be decapitated by now.

The close-range attackers fell one after another, but the ranged attackers continued their advance!
But all attacks, including the bullets, passed right through the man, like touching a phantom, causing no damage whatsoever. Pei Xianjue watched from afar, her face deathly pale. Her teammates couldn't harm the enemy, while they could easily injure them—how could they possibly fight like this?!

If physical attacks don't work, can we try other attack methods?

Is the sound okay?
This strange man also seems to have been summoned by the music. So, can using the loudest speakers at maximum volume interfere with him?
Pei Xianjue's mind raced, considering every possibility.

Huangfu Miaomiao was also anxious and couldn't help but stick her head out of the car, shouting to Pei Xianjue, "Quickly tell them to find a place to hide! Let's get out of here quickly! This is a summoning skill, it has a time limit, don't try to fight it head-on! As long as we can get through twenty seconds, we'll be safe! There are still fifteen seconds left!"

As soon as Huangfu Miaomiao finished speaking, without Pei Xianjue giving any orders, the team members who heard her immediately sought cover.

The poet heard it too, frowned and looked over, saw a familiar face, and was taken aback, "...Shooting Star?"

Huangfu Miaomiao noticed the poet's gaze and quickly withdrew her head.

Pei Xianjue and her bodyguards retreated to the car, and the driver turned around and drove out of the hospital ward.

Huangfu Miaomiao clutched her head, muttering nervously, "Oh no, oh no, oh no, I think he saw me..."

Pei Xianjue asked, "Who is he?"

"I don't know! I don't know him!" Huangfu Miaomiao was terrified. "But the way he looked at me just now... it was like he knew me. No way, no way, he won't come after me and kill me, will he?"

Pei Xianjue had no time to comfort Huangfu Miaomiao and continued to direct the battle through the walkie-talkie: "Report the situation on the ground and the number of casualties!"

"The phantom of the heroic spirit has dissipated on its own. Currently, two are seriously injured and seven are slightly injured—Damn it, the target has been lost! General, the alien has escaped!"

Pei Xianjue gritted her teeth in hatred: "Go after them!!!"

……

The poet lacks offensive skills and has only ever played a support role in the team. Therefore, after releasing the Heroic Epic skill, he immediately took the opportunity to escape.

The wounds on his body were mostly healed and not yet fatal, but the card bard had the ability to find hidden routes that others couldn't, so the bard escaped with ease.

He staggered through the rain, entered the abandoned factory, found the sewage pipe, and bent down to enter without hesitation.

The pipes were empty, only the sound of his footsteps and panting echoed.

As long as you follow this pipe out, you can leave the quarantine area and reach the riverbank, where he has prepared a steel wire in advance.

The steel cable was suspended over the surface of the Molan River, extending all the way into Mogu. Once he reached Mogu, he could completely shake off the pursuers behind him.

However, recalling the battle just now, he couldn't help but feel frustrated.

If his skills hadn't been exposed and had a time limit, he could have easily wiped out all the hunters on the scene.

It's not surprising that Meteor, with its all-seeing eye, could see the countdown timer for skills.

The poet stopped, his face darkening, and opened the virtual screen to reply to the drunkard who had previously messaged him:

[The meteor didn't take good care of its body, causing my meticulously rehearsed performance to end prematurely...]

The temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees, and the air was unusually cold.

Sensing danger acutely, the poet abruptly turned and retreated, shouting, "Who is it?!"

From the darkness deep within the pipe, a woman's face slowly emerged, appearing and disappearing like a vengeful ghost.

(End of this chapter)