I am a hero of the former civilization.

Eight-sided blade.

The air whistled, and cracks in the ground shot forward at breakneck speed, cutting through bullets, cleaving through walls of fire, and then evenly slicing people and vehicles in two.

Boom boom boom!

Cars burst into flames, while the pilots, encased in thick armor, stared wide-eyed, quickly scanning several screens.

"What about people?!"

He had just released the weapon safety when the two miniature missile launchers on his shoulder lost their targets, and only the monitor captured a lone figure.

The white-haired woman was the primary target.

Firepower coverage mode, all missiles fired!

The pilot moved his thumb toward the red button, and with a piercing metallic tearing sound, he suddenly found himself unable to do anything, as a hole was torn in the fifty-centimeter-thick alloy steel plate.

The white-haired woman peered half her body through the hole, her almost perfect face just inches away. She gently pressed her right hand against hers, her crimson eyes devoid of any emotion.

"I'm curious, where did you get this combat mech from?"

......

Padofelis turned around and saw the sky stained red by flames, along with the sounds of intense gunfire and explosions.

That's more like it. It was too quiet before, which made me very anxious.

Quietness is a rare sight on Dusk Street. Those big shots can't sleep until they're locked in a fierce battle every day, so how could they suddenly become good kids?

"I'm really lucky. Judging from the sounds, they're fighting on the muddy street, so no one will notice me."

Pado took a few breaths, then looked at the grain in the cart and was at a loss again. It was so heavy, how was she going to get it into the warehouse? But if she left it at the door, she was afraid someone would pick it up and then falsely accuse the sanatorium of stealing.

I'll go all the way and move in, okay?

The girl walked around the entrance of the sanatorium furtively, feeling that the dark, pointed-roofed building with its small courtyard looked like a haunted house at night.

As one of the most mysterious and off-limits locations on Twilight Street, she instinctively felt a little guilty. Seeing that no one was around, she skillfully unlocked the door and gently pulled it open.

They dropped me off at the door and ran!

Pado made up her mind, quietly pushed open the door, covered the area with a plastic sheet, then quickly turned around and ran away, but her raised right leg lingered.

A man stood in the shadows by the doorway. He was wearing a white T-shirt and gray jeans and looked like a passerby. He wore a mask that covered most of his face, and although you couldn't see his face, he was by no means ferocious or terrifying.

But with just that one glance, Padofelis trembled all over, her hair stood on end like a bristle, and she stood rooted to the spot, not daring to move an inch.

It was a sense of oppression from a natural enemy, several times stronger than the feeling Ryan gave her, as if if she took another step, her head would turn into a rotten watermelon.

“There’s nothing to steal from the sanatorium,” the man said, leaning against the wall. His voice wasn’t exactly aggressive.

Am I lucky or unlucky?

Pado was a little confused. Her smooth arrival at the sanatorium was a sign of incredible luck, but encountering this infuriating person on her way out seemed rather unlucky.

"Uh, I'm here to deliver something, not to steal anything. It's full of rice and cured meat," the girl answered honestly, then remained silent for a long time. She suddenly felt uneasy about this strange man.

The distant gunshots and explosions had completely subsided, and the orphanage was eerily quiet. Just as Padofelis was about to make her escape,

"You're telling the truth. Those extra boxes in the warehouse last month were delivered by you, weren't they?"

"You knew already?"

"Hmph, do you think I'm blind, or stupid!?"

"No, no, I wouldn't dare." Pado quickly shook her head and licked her lips. "So I'm doing a good deed, please let me go. If you don't want me, I'll take you away right away."

“Stay, otherwise that nagging woman will start complaining about not having enough food again. But why do that?”

In the shadows, the pair of pale green eyes beneath the mask were sharp; at least, Pado dared not look directly into them. She thought for a moment, then scratched her head.

"Perhaps I feel that doing this makes sense."

“What is meaning?”

"Well, I can't really explain it, but I'll be happy if I do it."

"Like killing and fighting?"

Is there any connection between these two?

Pado felt like she had encountered a lunatic in the middle of the night, and a very scary one at that, so she had no choice but to nod reluctantly.

"I haven't read much, but I think the meaning of things is different for everyone."

After speaking, she stared at him nervously, unsure if her answer was satisfactory. The man fell silent again.

She only waved gently when Padofelis could no longer hold on.

"get out."

"okay."

Pado had been waiting for these words for a long time. She rushed out of the sanatorium like a gust of wind, wishing she had two more legs.

The man stared at her retreating figure until it disappeared, then looked at the black smoke in the distance and twitched his nose.

"Strange, it smells familiar."

Chapter 224 I'm a Righteous Thief!

Dusk? What is that? I've never heard Padofelis mention it.

Just as Pado was fleeing for her life, Ryan was standing in the middle of a pile of wreckage, with the pilot's corpse at his feet and the mech's head blown off.

Using a mental attack, he obtained an important piece of information.

Tonight's operation was organized by 'Twilight', who offered a high bounty on Padofelis and mobilized nearly a hundred people.

This is a bit too much. Even if someone is curious about the 'boss', why would they spend so much money?

'This person must be a big shot hiding behind Twilight Street, because this pilot is also a Fusion Warrior.'

He glanced at the corpse at his feet. The person was not much stronger than a normal person, but Ryan also found clues. It was a semi-failed product of a large number of modification surgeries.

With varying degrees of strength, classes naturally emerge. The strongest are undoubtedly high-level fusion warriors like Sakura and Kevin, while those like the Sword of Punishment are also elites. However, just like a pyramid, failures always make up the majority.

Their strength hasn't improved much; they're the kind of people who wouldn't even qualify to face the Heralds of Binding. They can only rely on their physical abilities, which are several times stronger than normal people, to pilot mechs, which is a kind of waste utilization.

This combination has become the mainstream within the Fire Moth, because even the weakest fusion warrior has much stronger reaction speed, overload resistance, and spatial recognition ability than ordinary people.

"The problem is that this person is a native of Twilight Street and has not been registered with the Fire Moth. Has the information about the modification surgery already spread?"

Ryan pondered for a moment. As a scientist who had participated in the entire Fusion Warrior project, he knew that the core technology was not difficult. Anyone who was not afraid of death could try it. In theory, everyone had a chance of success. Moreover, the super-mutant factors themselves varied in difficulty.

If it's a high-ranking Honkai Beast, the mortality rate is as high as 99.999%, but if it's just an Advance-class Honkai Beast, it's much better.

Interesting. It seems the Fire-Chasing Moths had indeed laid out their plans in Twilight Street long ago. That makes sense, given their intelligence capabilities, it's impossible for them to be completely unaware of the anomalies here.

Of course, whether this arrangement was routine or intentional on his part, Ryan was very interested in finding out, at the very least—

He touched his face with his hand, looking at the white-haired, red-eyed face reflected in the cracked electronic eye.

When the device is disassembled by hand, its external features are already transmitted back, and the person behind it must have received them.

"I don't believe you're not curious about this face."

......

Just as he expected, the highly recognizable face had appeared on a tablet computer.

With white hair and red eyes, she resembled a beautiful fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl. Placing her on a street in the twilight would only arouse the desires of villains, instantly conjuring up countless inappropriate images for children.

But in some people's eyes, this face is already terrifying. They are also fantasizing, only their fantasies have expanded to outer space and the end of the world.

"How could this be? This great creation was clearly defeated and fell into the hands of foolish warriors."

The slightly aged voice, which had always been confident and deep, now sounded somewhat unsteady, as if its worldview had been completely overturned.

The pseudo-lawmen are their highest achievement, proof that they have touched the 'realm of God' with a human body. Logically speaking, these artificial apostles should only carry out the will of God.

But what's going on now? Has He been turned?

Are God's apostles able to switch sides, or even be controlled by humans?

"The defeat is questionable. We didn't find the body of the pseudo-Herrscher, or even any trace of his existence. All that's left are the ruins caused by lightning." IX's calm reply provided evidence for this hypothesis.

If his survival cannot be proven, then his death cannot be proven, and therefore his existence is theoretically valid.

“He might still be alive. We need to confirm this with the Herrscher, since we know nothing about the Honkai. But I’m more curious about why he was in Twilight Street?” The voice symbol for “I” lit up.

"It is indeed strange, but not that strange."

"How to say?"

"Don't you think it's too much of a coincidence? Dr. Ryan was going to Twilight Street, but now he's stuck on the peninsula, seemingly not in a hurry at all. And upon closer inspection of the transmitted images, I suddenly feel that something looks familiar, and I'm reminded of someone."

"Who?"

"In Major Coleman's report, the man who flattened the neon palace."

As soon as the words were spoken, all ten tombstones fell silent, and the voice symbols disappeared, clearly indicating that they had all entered a state of deep thought.

The black monster disappeared, but its fighting prowess and weapons left a deep impression, and its black skin looked strangely familiar.

A long, black weapon... Could it be Shadow? That supreme crystallizer, the pseudo-Herrscher, has actually betrayed us?

"Then everything makes sense. No wonder he wasn't in a hurry; it turns out he had a powerful ally out of our sight."

"Yes, it's clear he trusts this helper a lot, just like a Herrscher."

Alicia and the others had been monitoring them for a while, and they were also searching for Sakura's whereabouts. After several encounters, they all knew that Ryan liked to call his friends, and since none of them were from Twilight Street, it only proved one thing:

He still has a trump card, which allows him to do anything without hesitation.

The logical chain is gradually being perfected, and the credibility has reached 80%. Now it's time to talk about how to deal with it.

“IX, I will send you the coordinates. You will then communicate with the Holy Apostle. This involves the pseudo-Herrscher, which is beyond our reach.”

The tombstone remained silent for a long time before the voice symbol finally lit up, and the electronic synthesized voice carried a hint of curiosity and relief.

"thank you for your trust."

......

The wall tiles were carefully removed, and a petite figure sneaked in.