Come on, Keep the Show Going (Second Update) / What a Huge Melon-And So Sweet! (Third Update)

The dozen or so thugs who had come here to scavenge for scraps had stiffened their faces, then pulled out a variety of weapons, including Black Star Pistol, daggers, and baseball bats, and swarmed forward.

The dull thuds of flesh colliding and bones cracking filled the air, and when the fighting reached its climax, the screams from the crowd sounded incredibly pleasing to Kiana.

As the worst student at the St. Freya Academy, he was always scolded for his studies. Even his sparring matches were against school instructors and players of Mei's caliber. His fighting skills had become a bit rusty, and it seemed like he hadn't felt this good in a long time.

Meanwhile, scavengers also flooded into other areas, and the other two Valkyrie responsible for intercepting them each opened their wristwatches and activated the nanometals.

"Pulse Suit - Crimson!"

Wielding Oak Sword and dressed in crimson and white blade-specific assault armor, Raiden Mei charged into the crowd with a grim expression, smashing bones and ruptured tendons into these clearly malicious individuals.

"Valkyrie Chariot!"

Bronya, with the Heavy-Duty Rabbit 19C hovering beside her, directly ordered her mechanical dolls to beat these scumbags half to death, one by one.

As for the younger Seele and Ann, since their Valkyrie outfits were still under development and they were too young to witness too much bloodshed, they naturally continued to play with the protected children, staying away from the battlefield.

Of course, what the white-haired idiot didn't know was that before this school trip from the St. Freya Academy to Japan, the group of concerned parents and teachers, for everyone's safety, had already ordered the three sets of Valkyrie armor they had developed to give to the three of them for self-defense.

It's just that some show-off, wanting to enjoy his daughter's adoring gaze as soon as possible, moved up the distribution time.

In addition, the extra verbal instructions and action designs were also created by that white-haired guy with a perverse sense of humor after watching anime for many years.

On the rooftop, a white-haired boy sat on the eaves, his palms outstretched, watching with great interest the transparent spatial model that appeared before him.

The various sizes of the squares inside vaguely reveal the outline of the Cursed Children's settlement, while the red dots scurrying around like headless flies are clearly rats that have broken in.

The Space Corridor... Utilizing Space Bridge capabilities and the cover of darkness, it separates a group of little girls frolicking in the prefab houses, allowing them to enjoy their revelry in peace.

The remaining unused areas were haphazardly grouped together, becoming a large-scale rat-catching site.

According to vague recollections, this thing seemed to have appeared once on the Siberian Plain, affecting a vast area that almost encompassed a small country.

Now it's being used in this small spot behind the second megalith, which is naturally a piece of cake for Kevin.

However, what displeased him was that the garrison behind the megalith had actually activated the "Summoning" and "Bewitchment" skills, tricking a group of scavengers with criminal records into giving up their lives.

Chapter 478, Section 505: Come on, let's keep the show going (Second Update)

"Have I lured out the target? My patience is limited."

On the high wall, the special envoy dispatched by Schrodinger Company narrowed his eyes, looking down at the still desolate settlement of the Cursed Children below, his tone icy.

"Sir, I apologize for taking up your valuable time, but judging from the feedback from the scene, the situation is quite strange..."

"Everyone who entered that area lost contact in an instant, including our spies who infiltrated to add fuel to the fire; it was as if they had stepped into another world."

Hiruko Kageyasu bowed even deeper, his tone a mixture of confusion and nervousness.

As a member of the 787th Mechanized Special Forces, the transformation he underwent was like being plunged into hell; his ability to survive speaks volumes about his mental fortitude.

However, in front of this man, his almost unconscious metal limbs actually emitted a sense of fear that evoked human senses.

Sephiroth, the Second Seat of the Imperial Army, is Schrodinger Company soldier, primarily responsible for exploring ancient ruins overseas and handling special incidents. Basically, there's no mission he can't complete once he takes action.

Moreover, he is said to be a rather cold and decisive person who not only despises the lives of his own kind but also the lives of his teammates, and therefore basically keeps to himself.

This unruly personality prevented Sephiroth, originally from within Shinra, from succeeding the outsider "Thunder" as the new military leader.

Moreover, within Schrodinger Company, there are very few people who can command this ace player.

The reason why the higher-ups went to such lengths to bring this man back from overseas was partly due to the Seven Star Village crisis caused by the "Avalanche Organization," which damaged Schrodinger Company's reputation.

On the other hand, although the Gastrea suffered heavy losses, half of the twelve zodiac signs in Stage Five are still missing and their exact locations remain unknown.

Furthermore, with the ancient ruins recently discovered in the South Pacific Region, and with interests at stake, how can we allow others to sleep soundly on our own turf? Solving the Gastrea problem has become extremely urgent.

Therefore, once Sephiroth, who had been a formidable figure outside, returned, he gradually took over the work of Thunder, the former leader of the Imperial Army, which was clearly a power grab.

However, due to his aloofness and coldness, he did not get along well with his colleagues; while Lei Ting had served for several years and, if not deeply entrenched, had certainly made great contributions.

To gain legitimacy, one must have tangible achievements to convince others.

Therefore, the higher-ups planned for them to have Sephiroth, whom they had carefully nurtured, gain reputation with a certain dangerous figure.

Based on the information currently available, that person is very likely to have a significant connection with this group of Cursed Children.

As long as we make a little noise, we can catch this big fish and, incidentally, clear away the attention that has been gathering in this area.

However, to everyone's surprise, the scavengers who were first sent to cause trouble disappeared without a trace, as if an invisible beast's mouth had opened in the Ruins below.

"Another world?"

Sephiroth gazed down at the deep darkness below, his expression indifferent. His left hand rose slightly, and his three-meter-long Masamune Nodachi rang out with a resounding melody.

"If I remember correctly, Hojo told you to wait for that person to appear before making your move."

Just as Hiruko Kageyasu was in a bit of a dilemma, a faint chuckle came from behind them. Lufus Shinra, dressed in an elegant suit, came upstairs with a glass of red wine.

"It's a good knife, remember to hold it steady..."

Lufus glanced at the gleaming Masamune Nodachi, his soft murmur carrying a hidden meaning.

As the second-generation heir of Schrodinger Company, he has always disliked things that are too far beyond his control, and he also dislikes people who have no desire for this world.

Sephiroth happened to fit both criteria; he didn't know where those Old Man got their confidence that they could wield this bloodthirsty blade.

Anyway, he felt that such a weapon was better off never existing; using it was too mentally taxing and too dangerous.

But right now, I'm powerless and my voice carries little weight. Even if I expressed my concerns, who would be willing to listen?

You never feel pain until the knife cuts you; aren't people like that?

After briefly restraining Sephiroth, Lufus looked down at the still stagnant settlement of the Cursed Children, a fleeting, almost imperceptible pity flashing across his face.

"Just wait. If the person who infiltrated the scavengers doesn't receive further instructions within half an hour, they will take action on their own."

"Moreover, based on our several probing attempts, once the number of hostile creatures towards the Cursed Children in this camp reaches a certain level, or if the damage they cause reaches a certain scale, they will definitely come."

Sephiroth had no interest in talking to Lufus. After receiving his answer, he stood there like a statue, waiting with his eyes closed.

At the same time, on the eaves, Kevin tossed a mint to Rentaro Satomi, who was climbing up, and the two nodded to each other.

"Enju and I have finished cleaning up here, a total of 43..."

"You're not dead, are you?"

"As you requested, they're all still alive, but a few are particularly annoying and will need to be fed from now on..."

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief and smiled broadly.

"Thank goodness, these are all valuable materials. I have many research topics that need the help of these lovely volunteers..."

"Topic?"

Rentaro Satomi somewhat confused. Did angels also enjoy conducting experiments?

Kevin nodded excitedly, counting on his fingers.

"Of course! For example, which part of a human does Gastrea like to bite the most..."

"How are the muscle spasms and nerve stimulation caused by lightning of different powers classified into different gradients...?"

"If we were to establish a spatial coordinate system within the human heart, Micro Wormhole Transport, could we precisely deliver objects like steel needles into it...?"

"What about Cthulhu's whispers? Do they still exist? What are their effects on people's minds, and how do they manifest specifically...?"

"How can a human face grow tentacles like those of Cthulhu Creatures...?"

Although Rentaro Satomi didn't fully understand the boy's strange ideas, he inexplicably felt a chill creeping from his tailbone to the top of his head.

"In short, I have a very strong thirst for knowledge..."

Kevin spoke earnestly with a smile, but the illusory image of Abyss Flower in his eyes began to stir.

He knew that his inexplicable sadistic tendencies were abnormal, most likely an amplified desire for the Flower of Calamity, but playing around with it occasionally to relax was fine.

Computers accumulate junk files and need cleaning up, let alone a world as vast as this.

"Wait, over there! How many of you escaped!"

Rentaro Satomi glanced at the miniature space model and pointed to the red dot escaping through the gap as a reminder.

Kevin glanced up at a spot on the monolith with a nonchalant air and couldn't help but smile.

"Their skills and equipment weren't up to par, I did it on purpose..."

"I thought I wouldn't be able to catch those scumbags inside the monolith, but I didn't expect them to actually come and bait the way..."

"Come on, the show's getting exciting, don't stop!"

Chapter 479, Section 506: This melon is huge, this melon is sweet! (Third update)

"Captain, what do we do? This place is too strange! Not only have we not seen a single Cursed Children, but we can't get any sound out of the place!"

"Why don't we run away?"

On the Ruins of the coast, seven or eight people gathered together, looking at the dark surroundings with expressions of fear. Some even made a timid suggestion.

"Run? You don't want to live! That scourge is right on the giant stone monument. If we retreat before completing the mission, we'll all die!"

"Never mind! If we can't find the Cursed Children, we'll find some upwind areas and nearby water sources, and detonate all the pre-prepared Osmium Dust Bomb."

"This stuff is harmless to humans, but the Cursed Children with the Gastrea virus can't stand it!"

The middle-aged man, who had some prestige, hardened his heart and directly ordered his team to start working on site. As dozens of Osmium Dust Bomb were detonated one after another, the invisible metal particles spread with the wind.

Several more were thrown into the shallow coastal waters, exploding into clouds of sand and spray.

As the shockwave from the explosion spread, everyone breathed in the salty, damp air, and a few rustling sounds gradually came from around them.

"Found them! Where are these little rascals?!"

The middle-aged leader's expression turned ferocious with excitement. He immediately ordered his team to surround the rubble, dig through the Ruins, and capture their prey.

However, when they excitedly pushed aside a piece of cement and surrounded the reef, they saw seven or eight pairs of dark red lights shimmering within it.

"Puff!"

With a swing of its two-meter-long segmented limbs, the middle-aged man took a few steps in terror, and his upper body fell straight to the ground.

Weren't we supposed to be capturing those cursed Cursed Children? How did we end up attracting the Gastrea?

Moreover, I couldn't even sense how they appeared...

"Monster! Run!"

Seeing their captain being torn to pieces on the spot, a centipede-like Gastrea, seven or eight meters long, opened its body and lunged fiercely at them. The remaining few people frantically turned and fled for their lives.

However, how could an ordinary person keep up with Gastrea? After only two or three breaths, only one person in the group was still running for his life.

When the silhouette of a figure appeared around the corner ahead, the survivor was overjoyed and secretly raised his dagger, preparing to stab the figure as he passed by.

As long as this person sacrifices himself, I can continue to escape. Don't worry, I'll thank you! So, die!

However, the wicked refugee had only taken two steps forward when a scarlet light flashed, and a large amount of blood sprayed out. His body, which had been vertically split in two, continued to run for seven or eight steps before finally falling into the dust.

"Squeak!"

At that moment, the centipede-shaped Gastrea rushed over, and just as it was about to collide with the figure, it spread its tentacles and flanked the figure from both sides.

"Laugh!"

The crimson scythe swept across the air, instantly slicing off half of the centipede-shaped Gastrea's head. Its tentacles snapped off upon contact with the emerging red and black energy shield.

"Roll!"

A cold, low shout from a woman echoed, and as she made a grasping motion in the air with her left hand, a blood-red chain materialized, binding the centipede before flinging it over a giant stone monument tens of meters high.

As expected, only a few Stage Four and Stage Five Gastrea retained some semblance of sanity; Stage Three and below infected were nothing more than Honkai Beast.

Without the constraints of higher-level Gastrea, appetite and evolution are everything to them.

Meanwhile, the centipede-shaped Gastrea, which had been thrown dozens of meters into the air, smelled the scent of its prey as it fell. Excitedly, it adjusted its body and pounced.

"Scum!"

With a cold snort, a flash of arc-shaped blade light appeared, and the giant centipede was pinned to the boulder, screaming and struggling incessantly. The Osmium metal prevented the monster from healing itself, causing its newly formed limbs to twist and collapse, and its entire body gradually turned into a lump of black, dead flesh.

This place is filled with such intense hostility. Osmium metal? You have polluted our pure land! Then die!