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The lion scorpion looked like it was about to be ruined, its eyes glazed over, chuckling foolishly.

The kingslayer watched her silently, clutching the white handkerchief in his hand.

"That's what you say, but haven't I noticed you?"

"Eh?"

The lion scorpion stared blankly at the kingslayer, finally realizing what she had said.

"Would you...would you like to be my friend!?"

The lion scorpion was about to cry; she was really about to cry!

The regicide pursed her lips; she didn't know anything about making friends.

In her memory, her only friend was Elmoni.

—What? You're asking what Lin Lu means to her? Is that even a question?! The regicide obviously wants to sleep with him!

"...If you want to be friends with me, I have one condition."

The Kingslayer stared directly at the Lion Scorpion, his eyes, red from weeping, now conveying unwavering conviction.

“Tell me, whether it’s vodka or anything else… I will do my best to make it happen!” The Lion Scorpion did not avoid the Kingslayer’s gaze. She overcame her timidity in interpersonal relationships and looked him in the eye.

"Don't die. At least not before I die."

The kingslayer handed the white handkerchief back, saying earnestly, "If you can do this, we'll be friends."

The Lion Scorpion stared intently at the Kingslayer. She didn't understand the profound meaning behind his words, but she nodded earnestly and grasped his outstretched hand.

"That's exactly what I wanted."

Chapter 299 Theresa, My Superman (4K)

Longmen Outer Ring Fifth District.

The regicide's thoughts returned to reality.

Before her, Amiya looked at her solemnly and said earnestly, "I'm entrusting the task of defeating the enemy cadre Shattered Bones to you, Miss Kingslayer. I know this mission is a heavy burden, but I will support you and will never let you fight alone."

"Don't worry, little bunny, I've got your back."

The Kingslayer awkwardly patted Amiya's head, quite pleased. She saw the longing in Amiya's eyes again; it seemed Amiya still saw her as a mature, stable, and exceptionally powerful older sister.

In reality, Amiya was only eyeing the Bonebreaker's gunblade.

"...Rhodes Island."

Broken Bones halted before the two armies, his voice coming through the whale-hunting mask, sounding quite hoarse and muffled.

"Hand over Misha, and I'll let you go."

"I refuse."

Amiya did not hesitate for a moment. She raised her hand, and the light of magic gathered in her palm.

If you want to fight, then fight. Who's afraid of whom?

"Then leave your lives behind!"

Broken Bones had no intention of bargaining. He wasn't a businessman and didn't understand negotiation. He was just a stubborn child, only knowing how to get what he wanted in the simplest way. He didn't consider the consequences at all, even less adept at thinking than the Kingslayer.

That's why Talulah put him in the commando team.

Just go for it, break the bones and go all out.

"Franka! Protect Misha, expand the battlefield!"

Amiya conjured Originium Arts with her hands, and invisible ripples spread out, blocking the arrows that came from afar.

As the Bone Shattered attacked, the Reunion Movement infected, who had been hiding in the shadows, all joined the fray. These were all Bone Shattered's commando soldiers.

"kill!"

"kill!!"

"--kill!!"

The roars of the Reunion Movement commando soldiers echoed through the desolate outer ring of Lungmen, their momentum soaring into the sky.

They witnessed firsthand the persecution of their infected compatriots by the people of Longmen in the Longmen slums. They were toyed with like mice by cats, slaughtered like livestock, and their lives were brutally taken by new Longmen students. Whether old or young, these people of Longmen spared no one!

Most of the new students at Longmen are young people and represent the future of Longmen.

If Lungmen's future is destined to be on the opposite side of the infected, then the city of Lungmen should not exist!

The soldiers of Reunion seemed to see their past selves reflected in their closed eyes; the suffering of the Infected seemed endless. They didn't understand why it had to be them, but they knew... they had to reclaim everything that belonged to the Infected!

The infected assault team, armed with knives, launched the first charge, while the crossbowmen hid in the shadows, waiting for their chance, and the sorcerers stood by.

"Understood. Misha is with us now. Amiya, be careful!"

Franka and Liskarm went back to defend, while Amiya and Kingslayer took over the enemy leader.

The Kingslayer silently approached from behind Shattered Bones, his carbon fiber short blade gleaming coldly as he thrust it straight into Shattered Bones' lower back.

"Clang!!"

Shattered Bones had anticipated this, having clashed with the Kingslayer countless times, constantly challenging him for years. Each time he fought his way through the desert, wiping out one pack of predators after another, he sensed his improvement and sought to seize the opportunity to defeat the Kingslayer. Meanwhile, the Kingslayer, slacking off at the Reunion base, always seemed to have an epiphany: even laziness could increase his strength, forever keeping Shattered Bones at bay.

But this time it's different.

Why, of course—

"W, get me back!"

Shattered Bones shouted loudly, while simultaneously preparing to defend against the onslaught of Originium Grenade.

The regicide would be caught off guard and injured by the explosion, and he would be able to take advantage of the situation to kill her!

Everyone thought that Broken Bones was still a clumsy, clueless kid, inflexible and unable to think. But if he were really that stupid, he would have been torn apart by cunning beasts while hunting them long ago, and wouldn't be alive now.

Since his teacher left the Reunion Movement and disappeared without a trace, Broken Bones has been surviving on his own. His obsession with defeating the Kingkiller stems from the fact that the Kingkiller was once closest to his teacher, and neither of them took him seriously!

"W?"

The regicide frowned, immediately made a judgment, and chose to launch an attack.

If what Shattered Bones said is true, then she definitely won't have time to dodge W's attack. Rather than dodging in a mess and then being attacked by Shattered Bones, she might as well take a chance and trade one for one with Shattered Bones.

If Shattered Bones was deceiving her, then... she wouldn't lose out no matter what.

Don't assume that the Kingslayer's lack of strategic thinking means she has no brains. She simply tends to trust her instincts during battles and make decisions she won't regret.

The gun blades clanged and clashed, and the broken bones flashed with silver light, barely managing to withstand the storm's onslaught.

In a mere instant, the Bonebreaker and the Kingslayer exchanged no fewer than thirty blows, the clash of short blades against gunblades sounding like a stirring brass symphony. Their battle had been rehearsed countless times; every strike was imbued with killing intent—a clash of wills.

Shattered Bones knew his opponent's weakness lay in their flimsy defense, but he couldn't keep up with the Kingslayer's speed and couldn't penetrate their armor-piercing power. Even when he attacked with both swords simultaneously, the Kingslayer's explosive offensive was beyond his ability to withstand.

"W—what are you doing, W?!"

Shattered Bones waited in vain for W's support, and finally managed to find a sliver of space in the Kingslayer's attack, looking into the distance.

On the high platform, the Sarkaz beauty was putting on a one-woman show, repeatedly pointing her gun at the air as if possessed. She still couldn't believe the evil spirits of Babel had escaped; given the Doctor's personality, no matter how she thought about it, there was no way he would let Amiya be left alone in danger.

W knows the Doctor all too well. In the past few years, apart from worrying about Theresa, all she could think about was the Doctor—she was thinking about how to capture the evil spirit of Babel alive, pry the truth out of him, and then kill him.

Know thyself, ever-victorious.

The doctor is ruthless towards enemies, but treats his own people like a nagging old woman.

When Princess Theresa stays up all night, the Doctor will appear and take her away.

When Princess Theresa injured her hand during training, the Doctor would carry a first-aid kit to bandage her wound.

When Princess Theresa is picky about food, the Doctor silently watches, using his powerful aura to intimidate her, forcing her to "willingly" eat the bitter green peppers. Damn it, what's wrong with her not liking green peppers? There are plenty of other foods that provide nutrients. Princess Theresa is just a little picky; what's wrong with not liking green peppers, turnips, cabbage, mustard greens, celery, fennel, coriander, loofah, bitter melon, chives, lettuce, Jerusalem artichokes, etc.? She can just eat more meat!

Even if Princess Theresa gains weight, she will still be the most beautiful!

—Theresa, my Superman!

...That's why W wanted to know the truth.

Why would that male mother with a PhD do such a thing?

"It seems you won't be providing support."

The emoticon mask of the regicide shows a smug smile.

"So what? I can still beat you even without W!"

A burning fighting spirit ignited in Shattered Bones' eyes. He raised his left hand, holding the musket blade, to parry the Kingslayer's short blade, while his right hand pressed the musket's mechanism and unleashed a fierce slash, forcing the Kingslayer to dodge and retreat.

"Are you fucking crazy?!"

The Kingslayer felt a chill creeping up her spine; her instincts screamed warnings, but it was too late!

The slash unleashed by Shattered Bones' right-hand gunblade was no ordinary attack; it was a transforming slash, switching the gunblade into gun form as he swung his arm! Shattered Bones turned the muzzle, aimed at the Kingslayer's ankle, and pulled the trigger, detonating the Originium explosive at close range!

"boom!!"

The flames blotted out the sun, and the gas filled with Originium radiation overflowed, instantly turning this area into a hellish inferno.

Shattered Bones held his sword in front of him, blocking countless bursts of Originium fragments, and countless melodious sounds rang out from the blade.

The flames expanded, billowing flames swept upwards, and the scarf of shattered bones fluttered in the heat wave, faintly emitting a burnt smell.

As the explosions subsided, Broken Bones warily surveyed the area ahead. He didn't believe the Kingslayer would fall so easily. If this woman could be dealt with so easily, he wouldn't consider her his lifelong enemy, nor would he have made defeating her his goal.

Thick smoke billowed, the air thick with the smoke of gunpowder, and the raging fire seemed to never go out.

Suddenly, Broken Bones felt dizzy. The whaling mask had filtered out a lot of the thick fog, so much so that he only realized now that he had fallen into a trap!

As he suffocated, Shattered Bones lowered his shoulders, bent his knees, and straightened his back. He pointed the gun at the ground and pulled the trigger again. It looked like he was going to die with his enemy—but his next move was to turn and run, dashing out of the fog-covered area.

Shattered Bones was quite aware that this Originium Arts, which obscured vision and perception, was one of the Originium Arts of the Kingslayer.

"Alex, I never thought someone with thick eyebrows and big eyes like you could lie!"

The Kingslayer, who had already closed in on Shattered Bones, was startled by his suicidal aura as she unleashed her thrust, her very instincts telling her to retreat. Shattered Bones had indeed intended to do so; his first trigger pull was a blank, without channeling any Originium Arts. But Shattered Bones was prepared to immediately press the trigger a second time if attacked—this time it wouldn't be a blank; one of them would inevitably fall.

"...completely unharmed?"

As the fog dissipated, Broken Bones stared in disbelief at the king-slayer before him.