The girl with white hair and red eyes is serious about revenge

In the gloomy basement, children wearing newsboy caps gathered around the only fireplace in the room, silent.

Some of them were wrapped in bandages, some were covered in blood, and some looked dying, their faces illuminated by the firelight from the fireplace, extremely pale.

"We have no hope at all..." A tiny voice came from a corner, "We have no hope at all..."

The depressed mood spread like a tide, and no one spoke. After the federal soldiers wiped them out, they could no longer form a complete information network, and now they didn't even know what each other's previous situation was.

At this moment, the door of the basement opened, Jessica walked in, pulled off her hood, and everyone's eyes immediately focused on her face.

They all looked at the co-founder of [Newsboy], and a little hope briefly ignited in their eyes.

“The federal soldiers didn’t search for us further, but it’s only a matter of time before we’re discovered,” Jessica whispered. “We can’t escape.”

The sad mood spread in the basement again. Several newsboys took off their hats and wanted to throw them away, but they just held the brims of their hats stupidly.

"But we still have a chance to fight to the death," Jessica said again.

"Jessica, I trust you, but I don't think we can fight those monsters," a newsboy stood up, his abdomen wrapped in bandages, "You didn't see those Blackwater soldiers, our companion shot him in the chest with a .50 caliber pistol, but he just kept moving forward as if nothing had happened..."

"Guerrilla tactics are useless. The federals' information network is much more advanced than ours. I even think they were... letting us go before..." Another low voice came.

"We are now left with no way out..." Sad sighs came one after another.

Jessica didn't say anything. Her eyes silently swept across the basement. Looking at the pale and bloodless faces, she suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

Yes...most of these people are young people and teenagers, full of passion, that's why they can fight for so long in such a high-pressure environment.

But passion is the most illusory thing in this world. One second you have the ambition to change the world, and the next second it starts to rain. When you retreat back under the eaves in embarrassment, holding your head, you realize that your blood has already run cold.

Jessica couldn't ask everyone to have a strong will. They were ambitious young people, but not desperate ones. Many people in the organization had decent social status, and some even had vested interests from well-off families. They participated in underground organizations like "Newsboys" essentially just for their ideals.

Ideals are extinguished in the face of reality.

"..."

At this time, a slightly fat figure stood up from the corner. He hesitated for a moment, then murmured in a low voice:

"Jessica... do you want to have a plan? I... I support you..."

Jessica turned her head and was surprised to find that it was Yu - the boy who participated in the [competition] with her.

He shot Kemp in the cold during the competition, which Jessica could never forgive him for. Jessica had imagined how she would treat him if she found Yu. She was so dark that she decided to punish him cruelly and make him pay for Kemp's life.

But in that rainy alley, Jessica didn't shoot in the end, but gave him a newsboy's business card.

But Jessica didn't expect that Yu actually joined the Newsboys, and she had never known about this.

"Rain...?" Jessica murmured.

She looked at the boy who still had traces of obesity. The boy looked away evasively and whispered:

"Anyway... we're all going to die anyway... why not... do something more..."

His voice was very soft, but it seemed to have some kind of magic, causing those silent people to have indescribable expressions on their faces.

Jessica suddenly felt that the fireplace in the room was much brighter. She took a deep breath and said:

"Everyone, the Dila fleet has been confirmed to be alive. They sent me a letter that included a possibility... the possibility of turning the situation around..."

Jessica said as she took out a small pendant from her chest - there was a red stone hanging on it, with some mechanical devices wrapped around it.

When she held the red stone in her hand, she suddenly felt warm in her heart:

"Remember the Ice Storm I mentioned before? The Dila Fleet's plan to detonate it failed, and now we will have a chance to detonate it."

"The Dila fleet failed, can we succeed?" a newsboy murmured in a low voice.

"But it's at least worth a try," Jessica said with a firm look. "Are you willing to end it like this? Hiding in the basement, waiting for those guys working for Laplace to break in?"

The basement fell into a brief silence again. After a long while, a voice whispered:

"[The College Building] has been surrounded. We will be shot if we try to get close to it."

"I know," Jessica lowered her head, "So, this is a voluntary action. Those who want to gain a future for themselves can follow me. As for the others... I respect your choice..."

After Jessica finished speaking, she held her breath and looked at everyone in the room.

She was waiting for someone to raise their hand.

......

"boom--"

The Scarlet Spear struck Zu Chumen's head for the sixth time, but the giant monster seemed to feel no pain at all and continued to rampage through the woods.

Not far away, the arm cannon on Harry Smith's steam armor was spinning rapidly, spewing out red flames:

"Give me a sigh!"

The red light rain tore open the flesh on Zu Chumen's body, but the flesh kept growing. Most of the coalition soldiers stayed here to help resist the giant beast. Their number was now less than half - either they were torn apart by Zu Chumen's claws or pierced by the black thorns in the shadows.

At some point, the shadows of the entire forest seemed to come alive, and as Zu Chumen roared, darkness surged violently, as if a dark river was flowing from below the dimension, affecting everything in the woods.

Zu Chumen seemed to be immortal. Every time Harry peeled off his flesh and blood, shadows would form new flesh and blood.

It didn't have much fighting power, and as long as Harry kept his distance, its claws couldn't even cause an effective attack.

But Harry just couldn't kill him, which made his anger grow even more - this monster that killed his master was actually immortal, it was actually immortal!

This is intolerable! It is absolutely intolerable! The ambitious person who uses the power of the devil is escaping death in an absurd way, escaping the judgment he deserves.

This is absolutely not allowed!

"...You will pay the price!"

After another burst of red light cannon fire, Harry stomped his feet into the ground and grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

6) Under the Tower of Babel (Part 6)

Zu Chumen seemed to sense a strong aura of danger. Its humanity had almost completely disappeared, but the red lines of the Hafurgard tribe were still flowing on its body, and it had a strong sense of crisis.

It roared, tore apart several soldiers in front of it with its claws, and then rushed towards Harry.

This was the moment Harry had been waiting for. As the hilt of the sword twisted, the surrounding destructive factors quickly poured into his steam armor, outlining a red light between the contours.

This ancient machine from E-Tran was now operating at full power, converting the destructive factor into pure strong factor energy, which was gathered in the scabbard at the waist.

During the time when Zu Chumen rushed towards him, Harry took a deep breath and entered a flow state.

It seemed as if rain was falling from the sky, a rain from Hirst, and in that rain, Harry himself lost everything.

His father, Chadwick Smith, a businessman who devoted his entire life to his business, left him forever in that rain.

The father spent his entire life trying to get better treatment for his workers. On the one hand, he became a beneficiary of the times, but on the other hand, he suffered from the shackles that the times had put on him. After all, he was a part of the game and could not break free.

But he still opened the umbrella, at least to cover the people around him.

When Harry was young, he often quarreled with his father. At that time, he did not understand the heaviness of the rain of time. He just felt that a true hero should not fear anything, and all compromises were just excuses cowards made for themselves.

He joined the gendarmerie and trained hard. From then on, he rarely went home and rarely saw his father.

Until the rain that enveloped Hillster, the two were separated forever.

The moment the rain fell, Harry suddenly realized that the man holding the umbrella had left.

The rain, which he was so used to, felt so cold and heavy at that moment that Harry's blood suddenly ran colder.

Then another umbrella opened over his head.

Achilles, the silent [Steam Policeman], Harry regarded him as his second father.

The Federals took both of his fathers.

When Harry put on the steam armor for the first time, he failed to successfully draw the sword. The adsorption force created by the strong factor was too strong. Even with the help of the armor exoskeleton, it required the [Steam Gendarmerie] to burst out all its strength in an instant.

But now, Harry felt that he could do it:

"Glory, shine upon me (I-Tran)!"

Harry roared, and poured all his strength into his arms, then suddenly drew out the knight's sword that had been fully charged.

"bass------"

Red thunder erupted and spread out like a roaring dragon. The long sword, dyed almost white-hot by the red light, roared and tore through the air, and the furious thunder splashed in all directions.

This is the maximum power of the [Sword of Judgment], the power that can cut through everything!

“Squeak——————”

Harry rushed forward, his steam armor roaring and spewing out streams of steam, accelerating him to the extreme.

In the woods, two figures quickly approached each other and then intersected.

At that moment, the red light tore through the outline of the jungle and exploded -

"boom------"

Harry swung the Sword of Judgment with all his strength, embedding the red light deeply into Zu Chumen's shoulder, and the black monster let out a mournful cry.

Before it could make any move, Harry swung the blade horizontally, and then, with great force, he tore -

"Sizzle!"

The entire part of Zu Chumen from his shoulder to his arm was torn apart and fell to the ground, splashing a pool of black blood.

Harry did not stop his movements. As the mechanical rhythm of the armor changed rapidly, he swung the Sword of Judgment vigorously, slashing continuously before the red light dissipated.

The knight's sword left deep melt marks on the black monster's body, and piece after piece of black tissue was cut and splashed, accompanied by Zu Chumen's howling.

Harry's eyes behind the mask had turned red. This was a battle of revenge, the apprentice avenged his master, the knight avenged his king, and the son avenged his father.

Finally, when Harry swung the Sword of Judgment for the last time, Zu Chumen's head flew out.

The huge twisted head fell to the ground and rolled a few times, with electric sparks spurting out from the broken end.

Then, Zu Chumen's body fell to the ground with a loud bang, spurting out several streams of black blood, and the red lines all over his body slowly dissipated.

“…Ha…haah…”

Harry half-knelt on the ground, the Sword of Judgment, which had lost its red glow, stuck into the ground, and his face was reflected on the silver-white surface.

His mask unfolded, revealing his face covered with beads of sweat. He greedily breathed in the forest air.

"...did it...did it..."

He achieved revenge. He was no longer the useless child, no longer the waste who could only hide far away when his master was in trouble.

He was the last [Steam Policeman], and he did it.

"call..."

Harry took a few deep breaths, then stood up with the help of the Sword of Judgment and scanned the battlefield in front of him.

Almost all the soldiers died, most of them died in the surging shadows manipulated by Zu Chumen, without even a chance to resist.

"Damn monster..."

Harry raised his arm and destroyed Zu Chumen's head with his arm cannon, then took the Sword of Judgment back to the bridge.

He turned around and prepared to go to support Pest and Vasily.

At this moment, a whisper with a hint of laughter came from under his feet:

"Thank you for freeing me."

......

"I saw Yelena."

On the small field at the edge of the forest, Pace piloted the Frontier and quickly locked onto the target flying in the air:

"Yelina, report the situation."

"They are not numerous, but their firepower is strong. I saw several [Silent Ones]."

"Roger that, they'll be silenced soon," Pace said, pulling a few levers in the cabin, "prepare for the raid."

The long mechanical arm stretched out, and the [Frontier] took out a mechanical spear from behind, aiming at the defense line near the factor energy observation station.

The mechanical structure of the muzzle unfolded neatly, with red electric arcs flowing through it, gradually converging into a dazzling red light.

After quickly aiming, Pace decisively pulled the trigger——

"boom------"