Ark Chess Player

Lin Lu dragged the demonic sword, entwined with thorns and roses, through the flames, his feet sinking into pools of black mud.

The demonic sword left a mark on the scorching ground, the scraping sound drawn out like a funeral dirge, a rite of passage for the foolish enemy.

Before him, the charred monster was still alive, but it was merely alive.

All three pairs of limbs and one pair of claws were cleaved open by Lin Lu's knife or torn apart by his left hand, creating a scene that was extremely bloody and violent, definitely not suitable for children. Even so, Lin Lu failed to kill it completely. Even though the creature was now lying on the ground in a very disheveled state, it was still alive.

"Carbon fiber, titanium alloy, Originium components, enamel layer, bone layer... plus the group of men in black who don't know how to be frugal and just throw away their junk, which actually allowed you to be successfully purified to a hardness comparable to superalloy through the chemical reactions of rising flames and constant explosions."

Lin Lu carefully observed the monster before him, speaking calmly and rhythmically, like a teacher lecturing to get the students to listen.

"Incredibly light, fast, non-magnetic, corrosion-resistant, and retains biological characteristics while containing a large amount of tarantula venom."

Lin Lu casually plunged the demonic sword into the monster's mangled body, black fluid spurting out—a deadly venom capable of killing an adult male within a minute. But Lin Lu showed no fear; his resistance to poison was extraordinary, so even being splattered with the venomous blood while tearing apart the monster was harmless.

"Even after being burned like this, it still can't be pierced."

Lin Lu frowned, raised the long blade of his sword, and kicked up a cloud of black mud.

"Even when heated to 600 degrees Celsius, you can still maintain your movements. If I hadn't torn all your legs off, you might have already run away by now, right? Mephisto, what did you eat to grow up like this? You always create these pure killing machines. It's a shame Ursus didn't hire you as a tactical advisor. If I gave you three years, you could probably evolve Terra technology by a hundred years, and the whole world would be engulfed in war."

Lin Lu stepped on the spot where the monster's head had once been, suppressing it firmly, but that was all he could do.

"Speaking of which... Auntie's Zongzi?"

Lin Lu looked at his left hand. Even surrounded by thick black fog and swirling flames, he could still see everything clearly. His brilliant golden eyes shone brightly in the fire curtain, and even with flames swirling around him, his long silver hair still flowed smoothly over his shoulders, making him as elegant and beautiful as a vengeful goddess.

In a moment of desperation, Lin Lu instinctively used his left hand to block the monster's sharp forelimbs, which were attacking like cannonballs—a natural reaction driven by muscle memory. It was this massive hole that awakened the previously restrained bodily functions Lin Lu felt; something had broken free of its limitations, leading to the current situation.

Lin Lu slowly raised his left hand, revealing a thin layer of unidentified material on his fair and translucent skin.

These gauntlets, resembling both feathers and scales, were an almost blackish-blue color, radiating a luster similar to that of minerals and metals... Indeed, they were almost identical in appearance to the monster he was currently trampling on.

The only difference is that Lin Lu was able to crush and tear it apart, while the other party couldn't even leave a scratch on his hand.

"Who is the monster, really?"

Lin Lu raised his right leg and stomped down heavily. Perhaps because of the anger in his heart, this stomp was especially heavy, almost crushing the monster's body into the floor. A wave of fire rose up, and the rooftop, weakened by the flames, sank into a large crater.

The cracks spread rapidly, at a frighteningly fast pace, much faster than Lin Lu had anticipated.

"I'm not that heavy! No, that's definitely not my fault—"

Lin Lu frowned in confusion, and then he felt a strong sense of crisis.

Within the spiritual realm, the entire world was shrouded in a bloody hue, resembling a chilling hell.

A constant buzzing sound blared in his ears, like hundreds or thousands of mosquitoes fluttering their wings, or like two sheets of sandpaper rubbing together. The rustling sound was extremely polluting, as if it wanted to grind away at his spirit. Even though he was standing in the middle of the fire, he felt a chill.

This extremely uncomfortable feeling was as if something bad was about to happen.

Even my teeth felt a dry, aching sensation.

Could it be—

Lin Lu suddenly realized something, and his first reaction was to use his spiritual domain to capture the entire Lungmen Administrative Hall in his mind as it descended vertically, focusing his search on the forty-sixth floor where Amiya and Kal'tsit were.

Fortunately, they had already left the battlefield, easing Lin Lu's worries.

Unfortunately, Lin Lu sensed an attack far exceeding the first one—an attack powerful enough to shatter all the windows of the entire administration building!

A constant rustling sound filled Lin Lu's ears, which suddenly turned into a deafening roar, as if he were locked in a completely uninsulated room, with all his neighbors renovating their houses at eight o'clock in the morning! The intense noise and the discomfort of the floor, ceiling, and walls shaking were almost maddening. He couldn't help but roar, pound the walls, and stomp his feet, feeling an urge to return the noise to himself!

The scorching air exploded as a result, leaping and trembling, sparks flying everywhere, and a bitter, foul smell permeated the air.

"If it's not in the sky... it's underground, very, very deep underground."

Lin Lu suddenly realized and couldn't help but sigh. It turned out that the monster under his feet was just a decoy to attract attention.

Who could have foreseen this? Why couldn't he have foreseen it? Insufficient intelligence, the enemy's numerous pawns, the art of war involving multiple fronts, the exhaustion from fighting, and facing the arrogant and conceited Wei Yanwu… There were countless excuses and reasons to shirk responsibility. But for a commander, once he fell into the enemy's trap, once he was caught in their scheme, there was only one word—defeat.

The cracks extended in all directions, and the accumulated power, enough to make this mobile city tremble, rose from the ground.

This not only affected the Lungmen Administrative Office, but also the panicked crowds of onlookers in the outer ring area, some of whom stumbled and fell face-first into the mud, nearly knocking out their teeth. The stampedes continued, plunging the entire city into panic; Lungmen was destined to have a sleepless night.

In a sense, Mephistopheles has achieved one of his goals: he has successfully weakened Wei Yanwu's influence and control in Longmen.

The entire Lungmen Administrative Hall is now at the very center of this inconceivable concentration of power, with the building's alloy frame bearing stress far exceeding what was initially envisioned. The walls are crumbling, the emblem symbolizing Lungmen is covered in a thick layer of dust, and terrifying thuds echo continuously.

A piercing sound, far more melodious than the mournful music trailing behind a falling sword, rose all the way to the rooftop, over a hundred meters high. The entire Lungmen Administrative Hall seemed to have been twisted into a pretzel by the hands of an invisible giant. Every vulnerable spot, or rather, every part that wasn't strong enough, was crushed. Apart from the load-bearing pillars and the framework supporting the entire building, this administrative hall, a symbol of Lungmen's prestige, was shattered by unimaginable force.

Fortunately, the initial tremor shattered all the reinforced glass in the administration building. Otherwise, if these glass shards had scattered in all directions, they would have been like fragmentation grenades being detonated in crowded areas, triggering an even more terrifying chain reaction.

However, the disaster is not over yet; this is only the beginning.

Previously, under Lin Lu's control, the flames burning on the rooftop were confined to a certain area, much like a hot pot. The cooking process was left to the discretion of the ingredients, regardless of how they boiled or heated up. Even if the ingredients were completely overcooked, the broth evaporated, and the bottom of the pot was charred black, it wouldn't affect the clean tabletop.

At that moment, someone came up to him and flipped over his hot pot, sending the boiling soup and cooked ingredients swirling in the air before falling to the ground.

Burning gravel, nearly melted gantry equipment, glowing red-hot metal fragments, and black sludge flying everywhere! Objects falling from a height of nearly 150 meters, even an egg, can cause unimaginable damage, let alone incredibly hard building materials.

Battlefield debris flew through the air, accelerating as it fell from the sky. Before a Lungmen Guard officer could even react, he was struck as if by a gun, rolling over and crashing to the ground.

His shoulder was pierced through a large hole, and this was even while he was wearing protective gear!

"What are you all standing there for! Evacuate! Take the wounded with you first!" Senior Superintendent Swire of the Lungmen Guard immediately gave the order.

Swire's expression remained completely calm, even though she was so nervous that her tail was taut and her palms were sweaty. She couldn't afford to panic; if she did, everyone here would die from a misjudgment!

Those who stand at the highest point have the responsibility and obligation to become pillars, supporting the misfortune that is about to collapse.

Fortunately, Swire's earlier efforts paid off, allowing the crowds of Lungmen residents and reporters who had gathered nearby to disperse. Otherwise, not only would these civilians have been left in the affected area, but the Lungmen Guards officers wouldn't have even had a chance to evacuate!

“M, MISSY…”

A police officer from the Lungmen Guard Department let out a pitiful sob, so weak that Swire couldn't help but want to kick him.

"What are you yelling about! If you're a man, stand up straight, you idiot! Do you even deserve your badge?!"

Shi Huaiya shouted sharply, his brows revealing a heroic air, staring straight at him.

“MISSY, please, please look up.”

"What are you looking at? What's so interesting? It's just a building collapsing, what's the big deal?"

Swire's voice stopped abruptly, as if a tape recorder had stopped playing halfway through, and the words he was about to say were forcibly shoved back down.

red.

It was a vivid, almost blood-red color.

Flames, flames beyond description, descended from the sky.

"All personnel take cover—!! Heavy-duty officers, prepare for an emergency air disaster and protect every teammate! The rest of you, find cover, and act quickly!!"

Swire almost roared the order out. After a brief moment of surprise, she quickly reacted and transmitted the command through a throat-vibration microphone like a tiger's roar. The drone, equipped with a loudspeaker, then accurately relayed the instructions.

Swire handled the situation promptly and effectively, both in terms of his response and his countermeasures, but that was all.

She wasn't some legendary figure; she was just a high-ranking police superintendent in Lungmen. It was virtually impossible for her to single-handedly stop this disaster. She knew, she understood, that even if the officers found cover in time, what could possibly stop the flames?

Fire has brought both convenience and destruction since ancient times.

"Ah..."

Swire did not believe in God.

She never believed in the existence of God.

She believed in her own efforts and in her own judgment.

But it was clear that no matter how fierce the chain hammer in her hand was, it could not shield her subordinates from the torrential rain full of flames.

Now, for a fleeting moment, just a fleeting moment.

A thought crossed Swire's mind—if there truly is a god worshipped by the Laterano people, could he extend a helping hand to protect Lungmen? Whatever the cost, whatever it may take…

"God."

Swire couldn't help but cover her mouth and shout out.

She witnessed a miracle; she saw the flames falling from the sky abruptly halted in mid-air, as if God had reached out and caught the sea of ​​fire. Even though a few flames still managed to escape from the invisible net and fall, compared to the terrifying scene that seemed to have caused the entire sky to collapse, it was already a form of salvation.

"Everyone evacuate 500 meters from the administration building. Repeat, evacuate immediately!!"

Swire immediately said that this was her judgment and her intuition.

She stood on the high platform, letting everyone leave first. Before she left herself, she couldn't help but look up one last time.

The flames that fell to the vicinity of the 30th floor of the administration building surrounded the deformed and twisted structure like a sea of ​​clouds, with orange-red flames surging continuously and unimaginable high temperatures roaring like thunder.

Swire was being too naive. If this cloud of disaster descended, both the heavily armed police officer and she would instantly be reduced to charred remains. Perhaps, while her vocal cords were still functioning, she could still amplify her cries through the drone throughout Lungmen.

What kind of nightmare would that be?

Shi Huaiya ran forward with all her might, overwhelmed with the joy of surviving the ordeal.

If there really is a god in this world, then she would definitely rush over and kiss him, offering her her kiss.

On the high platform of the Lungmen Administrative Hall, Lin Lu, unaware that he had been promised a kiss by a beautiful blonde girl with blue eyes, slowly collapsed to the ground.

Chapter 202 I'll be waiting for you to return in Chaldea

"I treat you as a Master? What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Stop worrying about me, go worry about the other Servants. You like them more anyway, don't you?"

"Master, get up and go defeat the enemy! What are you trying to do by staying at home all this time? Are you short-handed? Hah! Aren't I enough for you?!"

"Hmm? A wish made to the Holy Grail? Then, the extinction of humanity... Just kidding, just kidding, don't take it seriously. After all, you're still human... Never mind, I didn't say anything. Stop it, or I'll strangle you. Seriously... Why should I even answer your call?"

"Enough already! Cursed witches aren't so easy to tease; you'll be burned alive with me! Seriously, take one more step and I'll burn you to death! You—you actually came closer! So, you want to be burned alive? Very well, very well, I'll grant your wish then. Hmm, you'll definitely regret it then. But if this still can't stop your determination… then I'll make you accompany me to the ends of hell!"

The proud girl with silver hair and golden eyes can never honestly express her inner thoughts.

No matter the time, she would always gaze at someone with eyes full of complex emotions.

He didn't seem particularly special, nor was he her type of handsome man; in fact, he was rather ordinary... Well, upon closer inspection, he was quite good-looking, the kind that grows on you, but he didn't fit the description of a handsome man at all!

Although he looked quite handsome when he dressed up properly during the Shinjuku Singularity.

I still can't forget how cute Master looked in a lady's evening gown... No, none of that counts, it doesn't!

Hmph, always acting like a pushover, just like that boring saintess, overly righteous and utterly foolish.

Even so, she still hoped to stay by this person's side—don't misunderstand, she just wanted to see if such a good person would one day be used, deceived, and betrayed like she had been...and die unjustly on the execution ground, suffering humiliation until death.