Ark Chess Player

Based on the information available within my field of vision, there are four enemies on the left and two more at the far right.

The subtle sounds detected by listening with both ears indicated that there were still crossbowmen hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity to strike.

The sense of smell was masked by the strong smell of blood and the stench unique to the slums, making it impossible to provide any more information, but that was enough.

Texas took a deep breath, adjusting the pressure within her body, and channeled her heightened senses into sharp, piercing pain as a warning of the enemy's potential attack. Facing an army ten times her size, Texas didn't retreat but instead advanced, launching the first attack!

"call out--"

The sharp sound of an arrow piercing the air came from the side. Texas didn't even turn her head; with a flick of her left hand, she unleashed a sword beam, miraculously intercepting the arrow mid-air. Her swordsmanship had no set moves; it was simply about using the most extreme methods to achieve her goal.

"too slow."

Texas dodged a direct slash from the Reunion infected, her steps faltering as she turned and deftly raised her sword.

The crimson lightsaber easily pierced through the enemy's standard armor, melting and burning through the iron armor, leaving a slanted trail on the infected's chest.

In an instant, an unimaginable jet of blood erupted, gushing forth like a fountain. The infected soldier's right ventricle and pulmonary artery had been severed; with the last beat of his heart, a massive wound was ripped open, draining all the blood flowing from his atria.

One fatal blow.

This is a killing technique that has nothing to do with any weapon; everything is solely for the purpose of eliminating the opponent.

Texas, her face grim, brazenly stormed into the enemy camp. This reckless act rivaled that of someone else, risking serious injury to her back. But she didn't care, because she knew it was safer for her to do it this way.

Texas's crossbowmen, temporarily unable to carry out executions, will hesitate, unable to shoot their own comrades, their aim wavering. These enemies have become her shield, and once the shield's value is exhausted... that will be the time for Texas to seek revenge on the crossbowmen.

In this operation, none of the Integrative Movement infected who were able to sneak into the Lungmen slum were cannon fodder.

Even so, they still seemed too mediocre when facing Texas, who once single-handedly challenged half of the Syracuse family.

Texas drew both swords simultaneously, blocking the attacks of three people. With a childlike, playful move, she raised her long leg, splashing up the damp mud from the slum floor. Even though the infected's masks blocked most of the mud, failing to completely blind them, they successfully distracted them.

"One, two, three, four, five, all of them are here, just what I wanted."

Texas exerted a sudden burst of strength, shaking off the three longswords she had blocked, causing the Reunion soldiers' slashes to miss their mark.

Texas hurled the Originium Sword in her left hand to the ground, the scorching blade instantly piercing nearly two inches into the floor, using it as an anchor point for the impending storm. She raised the Originium Sword in her right hand high, channeling her unwavering mental energy into the hilt—this was actually an Originium Arts trigger device.

"Sword Rain!!"

Texas brought her raised Originium sword down with tremendous force, cleaving the soldier who reacted immediately and tried to interrupt her Originium Arts in two, sword and all. At the same time, sixteen crimson sword beams condensed in mid-air!

By this time, even if the others reacted, it was too late to attack or dodge.

Sparks flew, and a torrential downpour of scorching air rushed in with the lightsaber, piercing through the armor of the Reunion Movement infected almost instantly, pinning them firmly to the ground, their flesh and blood flying everywhere.

Before the blood wave from the previous sword had subsided, the next sword pierced through and tore through the blood, creating a horrifying sight, like a meat grinder.

In the end, all sixteen Originium swords fell, and apart from Texas, no one was able to stand.

The ground was littered with corpses, and the stench of blood mingled with the intense heat of the flames, rising up as if the gates of hell had been quietly opened.

Texas was prepared. She used the Originium Sword she had initially planted on the ground to unleash scorching heat waves in all directions, shielding most of the splattered blood. A thin layer of blood accumulated on the ground, and as she stepped on it, a slightly sticky feeling permeated through the thick soles of her shoes.

"We are messengers, our job is to carry life and death."

Texas turned her gaze to the direction from which the crossbow bolts had come, picked up a semi-transparent lightsaber from the ground, and threw it directly at the source.

Precise and efficient, the blade formed by Originium Arts pierced directly through the crossbowman's chest and lungs, pinning him to the wall of a house in the slums.

They were all annihilated.

The entire process, from encountering the enemy to annihilating them, took less than five minutes.

Texas stepped out of the pool of blood, sheathing the two Originium Arts triggers that served as sword hilts. She moved toward a slightly cleaner area, but before she could clean the blood off her body, a strong sense of danger drove her to immediately turn and look at the northwest sky.

Even when surrounded by enemies, Texas had never felt such trepidation.

She squinted. Two black objects were flying in a parabola from high in the distance, getting closer and closer.

"Source Stone Explosives!?"

Texas's eyes widened, her pupils reflecting the unique black sheen of Originium.

Without the slightest hesitation, Texas turned and ran, almost becoming a shadow as she sped away.

"Boom!!"

Just as Texas turned and dove towards the cover around the corner, the deafening roar of the massive explosion sent shockwaves soaring into the sky, making her feel as if her eardrums were about to burst. The blast wave sent the corpses on the ground flying high into the air, and the scorching wind howled, even evaporating the pools of blood.

Texas knew perfectly well that the most terrifying aspect of Originium explosives wasn't the thousands of degrees of heat generated during the explosion, but rather the Originium fragments that scattered in all directions. These were the truly deadly poisons; once they broke through the skin and embedded themselves in the flesh, even if one miraculously survived, they would be nothing more than a dying man.

"Boom—Boom—Boom!!"

Explosions rang out one after another. Texas, ignoring her clothes which were soaked with blood and mud, crawled forward in a disheveled state, heading towards the corner.

The most important thing right now is to get out of the area of ​​concentrated fire as soon as possible. Texas thought to herself, these lunatics, it's one thing to use knives and arrows in Lungmen, but to use such contraband! It seems that the intelligence Penguin Logistics obtained a few days ago was not false. The strength of the Reunion Movement... far exceeds the Lungmen people's expectations.

When the explosions finally subsided, Texas struggled to her feet, leaning cautiously against the building wall to catch her breath. She quickly checked her body for any scratches from Originium fragments. If she had been hit by one, removing it and applying ointment quickly could prevent infection. Ignoring it, however, would inevitably lead to her demise.

Fortunately, Texas was unharmed except for a slight pain from the fall when she tactically dove over the ground. Her extensive combat experience allowed her to immediately identify the incoming shells as Originium explosives; had she been even a second later, she might have been reduced to a charred corpse amidst the billowing smoke.

"Cough...cough cough."

Texas walked halfway around the house, deducing the enemy's location from the parabolic trajectory.

"I've found... you."

The rising smoke and dust worsened the already appalling conditions of the slums. Amidst the thick smoke, a thin figure wearing a whaler's mask stood. He wore a tight-fitting leather stealth suit, black stockings concealing the Originium crystals on his skin, and a loose hood covering his head, making it impossible to discern his race or physical characteristics. Like a whaler from an Iberian picture book, he exuded a strong aura of the deep sea.

"...It seems I don't need to ask any more questions."

Texas's gaze first lingered on the other man's shoulder insignia, which bore the emblem of the Reunion Movement, before shifting to the peculiar weapon in his hand.

This is a rather retro-styled firearm, with a revolving barrel and an oversized caliber. It's clear that it's loaded with Originium blocks filled with impurities, not ordinary bullets. The most unique feature of this weapon is that the Originium blocks don't need to be polished; any block of a similar size can be directly inserted. It's then enhanced with Originium Arts by the weapon system and fired upon a target.

This means that in certain environments, such as in radiation zones filled with Originium, it's equivalent to having unlimited ammunition. As long as the gunner's mental strength is sufficient, it's like a high-burst firing point that can be moved at any time, unleashing even more terrifying power in urban warfare.

"Are you the leader of the Reunion Movement?"

Texas flicked her hands, and the two lightsabers instantly glowed with a crimson light.

"..."

The other person slowly turned their head, and even through the mask, their cold and arrogant sharp eyes stared straight at them.

Even Texas, who had witnessed the near collapse of Syracuse, involuntarily took a step back, overwhelmed by the surging momentum. She gritted her teeth, refusing to yield, and took a step forward. Patches of wine-red hues peeked from her deep blue hair, spreading continuously. This unique coat color, even in Syracuse, was only found in a once-glorious, now-fallen family.

What kind of malevolence is this?

Why does such a small body contain such terrifying ferocity?

Texas felt as if she were not facing a human being, but rather staring directly at some monster tainted with an indescribable aura.

"Bonebreaker! She's the one who stopped three entire squads of us here!"

Infected members of the Reunion Movement arrived from the rear, and some of them recognized Texas.

It's just that Texas didn't go all out at the beginning, and a few people escaped.

Chopping the grass does not remove the roots, but the spring breeze blows and regenerates.

“Bonebreaker, our sorcerer is on his way, let me go first! I want to avenge my brothers!!” someone volunteered, but he always stood behind Bonebreaker and would not act without permission.

“That’s a wolf from Syracuse’s past; you can’t kill her.”

Shattered Bones shook his head and took a step forward.

"let me."

Chapter 283 Exusiai, Cover Me (4K)

"...Is this what you call interesting, Exusiai?"

Texas sighed silently, and she raised her Originium Sword, but this time she did not rush forward rashly.

With each step Broken Bones took, a heavy sense of oppression swept over Texas. She felt as if a wild beast was hiding inside the opponent's thin body, trying to penetrate this frail skin and pounce on him.

Texas's knowledge of firearms mainly comes from her friend Exusiai.

For the Sarkaz people, who were born in the Lateran region, any type of firearm was like a puzzle toy in their hands. This firearm civilization, unearthed from ancient ruins, seemed to be exclusive to the Lateran people, a blessing, a gift from God. Ordinary people, or even people of other races, would not be able to master firearms without an unwavering will.

Texas skillfully observed the skeletal creature's walking pattern and manner of movement; at least she was certain that it was not a Lateran.

Lateranos cannot wear hats or hoods because of the racial aura that floats above their heads. To use Exusiai's personal experience as an analogy, this feeling is like being drunk—dizzy and lightheaded, even the ability to think is melted away.

"The best way to deal with gunners is... to prevent them from having the opportunity to carry a gun."

Texas charged forward decisively, holding nothing back and launching her strongest attack right from the start.

Broken Bones silently watched her, then casually pressed the mechanism on the gun handle and swung it into the air, scattering a thin black mist in mid-air.

"Crack!!"

With the sound of machinery turning, the precision-engineered barrels overlapped and retracted, and three layers of folded blades popped out and connected together. The revolver instantly transformed into two slender machetes that utilized centrifugal force, their blades bearing blood-draining spikes, their ever-present crimson color seemingly symbolizing an endless hunt.

Tiny sparks ignited the flammable particles in the air, turning them into a wave of flames that swept towards Texas!

Texas hadn't expected her opponent's gun to be able to transform into a melee weapon, but her all-out attack was already irreversible. Even if it were a train coming straight at her, she had no choice but to meet it head-on without holding back; otherwise, forcibly withdrawing her power would only expose a huge opening.

The crimson sword light cleaved the incoming sparks in two, the impact and intense heat quickly coursing through Texas's body, releasing the unique scent of Originium. She instinctively held her breath, trying to minimize the amount of Originium particles she ingested.

There is no turning back now.

Texas banished the last thought of retreat, and with her right hand gripping the Originium Sword in reverse, she immediately followed up, successfully cleaving through the Originium Art formed by the opponent's Transformation Slash, aiming straight for the head.

Shattered Bones stood silently in place, the gleaming gun blade slashing horizontally in front of him, a counterattack.

Texas's twin swords and gunblade clashed together, the intense heat radiating onto their faces. It illuminated the obscure, eerie runes on the Bonebreaker Whaler's mask and the hollow, dark eyes beneath the goggles.

"hiss……"

Texas gritted her teeth, immediately dismissing the option of avoiding the attack from her mind, and unleashed a second strike with precise, deadly swordsmanship, attempting to gain the upper hand and crush the attackers step by step from above.

The third, fourth, and fifth strikes—Texas's hands were bulging with veins. Every time she unleashed a powerful, drum-like strike with her twin swords, a strong tremor would be transmitted back to her arms through the force. Her heart rate had unknowingly increased to 130 beats per minute, double the ideal heart rate, like the roaring engine of a supercar.

The sparks from the clash of swords and gun blades enveloped the surrounding area. When the two swords clashed for the tenth time, Broken Bone finally took a step back. He had been forced into a direct confrontation with his opponent. During this time, no matter how hard he tried to break through or dodge, his opponent's rhythmic strikes kept him firmly rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Shattered Bones had a feeling that if he relaxed even for a moment, he would be torn apart by the wolf fangs in front of him.

Unfortunately, the disparity in weaponry between them was too great.

The fourteenth strike brought the clash between the two sides to a conclusion.

Texas's sword, unable to withstand the relentless, surging power, shattered. Her swordsmanship faltered, revealing a dangerous opening. Had she not reacted with lightning speed, managing to parry another sword to her chest in time, she might have been pierced by the musket blade in Shattered Bones' hand.