Possessed by Her Mom (Second Bonus Chapter) / Kevin's Wicked Cleaver (Third Bonus Chapter)

In the mountains surrounding Seven Star Village, Kevin, wary of the Creator Jenova, lured the enemy deep into his territory and killed two of the most self-serving First Order Shinra Special Forces.

Then, Sephiroth betrayed them, Zack turned against them, and Angel and Genesis naturally followed Sephiroth, with whom they had grown up, down the same dark path.

Now, the three remaining first-order warriors under Creator Jenova have all appeared in the skies above Tokyo.

This is enough to show that he was in a hurry.

"The ugly spectacle of human struggle is truly endlessly fascinating..."

"To please the gods, please try even harder..."

Sephiroth smiled coldly, and with a wave of his hand, the sky darkened abruptly, pulling the lightning into another dimension.

At the same time, firefight broke out on the monolith with the landing Shinra Special Forces. Ordinary guns and cannons were basically no longer a threat to these monsters, and the remaining Imperial Army were thrown into chaos.

Meanwhile, cracks spread through the streets of the Abandoned Commercial District. As the black mist thickened, one Bone Horn Dragon Beast after another materialized, ready to join tonight's revelry.

At the critical moment, the entire Abandoned Commercial District was illuminated as a blimp rose from the backyard of the Seventh Heaven Bar.

Chapter 554, Section 582: Possessed by the Mother (Second Update)

"Wow! That handsome guy's civilian application technology for Honkai energy is no joke! He created this thing for us using a bunch of scrap materials. He's incredibly capable!"

Yuffie gazed at the City of Daylight, bathed in light thanks to Honkai energy extraction technology, and patted the cobbled-together yet remarkably durable airship. A smile immediately spread across her face.

"What, you've taken a fancy to her?"

Tifa put on her boxing gloves and chuckled lightly, teasing him.

"If he were still the President of ME Company, I might consider it; but if he's broke, I refuse!"

Yuffie waved her hand dismissively, and just as she was about to launch into a long speech about her views on property, the airship began to shake violently.

The girl, who was already prone to seasickness and a fear of heights, suddenly felt a churning in her stomach and almost vomited.

"Alright, do you remember what the mission is tonight?"

Barret twirled the silver-white machine gun in his hand, which had been modified by the Raiden Ryoma, and asked in a deep voice.

"Beat those sons of bitches from the Shinra Special Forces!"

A voice, sometimes gentle, sometimes clear, sometimes deep, echoed above the airship, and the four companions exchanged a smile.

As a product of the Shinra Special Forces program, Vincent also qualifies for the top tier, naturally leading to his confrontation with the leader, Angel.

Yuffie, Tifa, and Barret, whose equipment had been upgraded, were tasked with harassing another Lord-class, Genesis.

Unlike the heated atmosphere over there, Tifa and the others, who were prepared to die, actually maintained a stalemate with him.

It seems someone is deliberately letting the game slide.

In the Abandoned Commercial District, amidst the slum church Clock Tower, a figure blends seamlessly into its surroundings, slows its breathing, and fires in succession, sniping the fully formed Jenova mimicry creatures one by one.

"Tina, beautiful, another perfect score!"

On the rooftop of the Seventh Heaven Bar, Toda Hirano sincerely praised Tina through his headset and picked up a piece of chalk to update the kill count next to her name.

As a rustling sound came from Midgar Street where he was, Toda Hirano slowly stood up, feeling a mix of emotion and excitement.

"Mami, is everything ready? It's our turn."

Now married, Asami Hiraoka was much less shy. She smiled and nodded, reaching into one of the open metal boxes. Mechanical nanobots formed a gray-green fluid that quickly spread throughout her body.

Toda Hirano then completed the change of equipment, and functions such as ultra-long-range vision and autonomous target acquisition were activated one after another, with two rows of electronic "little bees" flying in all directions.

Those bastards in the tech department have updated the system again! Damn it, they should eat less fried food and practice their skills more.

Toda Hirano stroked his somewhat swollen belly, his face full of regret, yet a strange yet familiar warmth lingered in his heart.

Each of these veterans was allowed to keep some "souvenirs" in case of emergency.

He never expected that even after so many years since he left his job, his sniper-type Tactical Exoskeleton would still be receiving regular system updates, and his wife's should be doing the same.

Forget it, I'll always have to risk my life for you. Captain, I'm waiting for you.

Immediately, Toda Hirano picked up the sniper rifle, his demeanor changing to a chilling and murderous aura.

Meanwhile, the five Valkyrie, each leading Cursed Children with combat prowess, traversed the streets and alleys, constantly clearing away the Bone Horn Dragon Beast emerging from the cracks in the ground.

Thanks to Auntie Himeko for making tactics lessons mandatory, and Principal Fu Hua; otherwise, how could we have commanded each other so seamlessly and coordinated our efforts?

Having tasted the benefits of collective strength, the Valkyrie, relying on the terrain and the characteristics of their teammates' abilities, began to continuously verify what they had learned in squad simulations and actual combat training, with remarkable results.

As midnight approached, under the illumination of rows of searchlights connected to new energy sources, the surrounding area of the megalithic monument was revealed in all its detail and without any obstruction.

Zack and Cloud managed to hold out for three hours with only a thousand men, but as a result, they were both badly wounded, and few of their Imperial Army survived.

The [Saint] stared at the surrounding black mist, which, after being repeatedly consumed, was finding it increasingly difficult to coalesce into a new "divine beast," his face contorted in a ferocious expression.

"Brothers and sisters, it is our turn to sacrifice ourselves for the Creator!"

"Faith! Sacrifice!"

Immediately, [the Saint]'s eyes bulged, his body swelled, the veins under his skin writhed like earthworms, and his white single wing extended to nearly two meters.

A moment later, the dark blue-green monster flapped its wings and charged towards the exhausted Imperial Army camp, grabbing a fragile human and tearing him apart, even snapping his Tactical Exoskeleton in the process.

As the blood flowed, a silver spring appeared on the ground nearby. The high concentration of Jenova Cells products, which had a great attraction for patients with Star Mark Syndrome, caused severely infected individuals to lose their minds.

"Faith! Sacrifice!"

Infected individuals with large Geostigma markings on their bodies ran forward, the silver-gray marks spreading out as if alive, gradually distorting their human appearance.

Some became ferocious Bone Horn Dragon Beast, while others extended wings of varying sizes, becoming deformed "angels."

At this moment, their minds were filled with fervor for the Creator, and the defenses before them were undoubtedly the final obstacle preventing them from returning to Eden.

"Slaughter the Imperial Army! Slaughter the Cursed Children! Slaughter them all! These demons!"

All life that cannot be transformed is an enemy of the Creator Jenova! And also our enemy!

The addition of hundreds of thousands of Jenova- controlled puppets turned the battlefield, which had been holding on for a while, into a completely unfavorable situation.

Despite the arduous struggle, a sharp blade of light tore through space and cleaved through the air, causing the giant stone monument to collapse abruptly, and the morale of the human forces plummeted to rock bottom.

Sephiroth, he's back! His narrow eyes gleamed with a cold, black light, and as he looked down, all the Jenova parasites felt a sense of awe and closeness.

Genesis, who had been showing signs of holding back, suddenly changed his expression, his brow furrowed, and he intensified his attack.

I'm sorry, the end of humanity has come. I will give you a eulogy...

Because, "Mother," she has arrived...

"As long as you hand over the Cursed Children and the remnants of the Imperial Army, you can board my Ark of Stars and continue living..."

Sephiroth his lips, and his mixed male and female voice clearly reached the ears of hundreds of thousands of survivors trembling in underground shelters in the Abandoned Commercial District.

"Boom!"

With her shoulder armor shattered and her Gunblade broken, the Valkyrie tore through space and kicked the long, narrow Masamune, sending Sephiroth flying.

Her left arm hung limply, clearly twisted, and her body was covered in dozens of knife wounds, with blood dripping continuously onto the ground. Her Valkyrie, was also gone.

"We haven't decided the winner yet, let's go again! Creator Jenova!"

Lei Ting's tone was cold and calm, his aura rising steadily, and the surrounding space was filled with dark ripples.

"Foolish lives..."

The will descended, and the creator, who had merged with Sephiroth, spoke coldly. With a casual gesture, waves thousands of meters high surged up on the sea near the Abandoned Commercial District, threatening to engulf everything at any moment.

Chapter 555 Kevin's Vicious Kitchen Knife (Third Update)

As the earth rumbled and the sea trembled, the survivors cast eerie glances at the figures fighting on the front lines, or looked at each other in the oppressive atmosphere, neither willing to be the first to speak.

Jill Hera stood at the gap in the monolith, and the Imperial Army and the Cursed Children, who were arriving one after another, began to gather behind him.

At the same time, more and more survivors ran out of the shelter, and their eerie gazes made Jill Hera feel like she had thorns in her back.

Clearly, most people probably weren't there to help; surrendering was far easier than risking their lives.

As expected, she's still the same old girl, incorrigible! The Doll-head Mature Woman chuckled coldly and secretly snapped her fingers.

In an instant, hundreds of Space Bridge Interface appeared in front of the monolith, and thousands of Gastrea, smelling the sweet aroma of food, swarmed forward and rushed into the camp of the Geostigma patients.

"Roar! Roar!"

The two surviving Stage Five Gastrea, with the strength of Emperor-class Honkai Beast, completely overwhelmed the thugs!

Feeding! Hunting! Devouring! And... infection!

Most of them possess only pure bestiality; they show no hesitation, no mercy. Who is more suitable than them to execute these infected?

"You bastard!"

Sephiroth unleashed four beams of light from his blades. With each Silver Blade, hundreds of Gastrea were blasted to pieces, and even the barely surviving Chosen of God were reduced to dust.

The Creator Jenova wanted to exterminate Gastrea and the Cursed Children precisely because they were not only unsuitable as breeding grounds for Jenova Cells, but also posed a threat of contaminating other finished products.

Now, nearly half of the humans who underwent fusion and transformation have lost the ability to cultivate Jenova Cells after being injected with Gastrea fluids.

Infecting the seedbeds cultivated by Jenova, forcing her to clean them herself? Is this what they call a kitchen knife? How vicious! But I like it, Jill Hera murmured, gazing at the chaos in the distance.

The creator, busy cleaning up the Gastrea, suddenly gave the Abandoned Commercial District behind him time to react.

"Bang!"

Jill Hera stared at the old man who was picking up stones and bending down to pile them up at the gap. She paused for a moment, then asked him in confusion, her right hand, which had been resting on the handle of her gun, still didn't relax.

"Uncle, what are you doing?"

"Ha, I'm just sitting around anyway. I've been doing this my whole life, I can't stop. This gap looks uncomfortable, so I'll build it up as high as I can. I'm going to die anyway, this is all I can do."

The old man looked up, smiled nonchalantly, and his gaze, unconcerned, bypassed Jill Hera's gun-wielding hand, instead casting a gloating look at the blood-soaked open space.

"What gods and ghosts? Don't you know what kind of people you are?!"

"Why can't you just focus on doing something peacefully? You have to get involved in this mess. You deserve to lose all your humanity in the end!"

Immediately, the aged voice became colder and more disgusted.

"Don't think I'm talking about outsiders, you are too!"

"Press your conscience! Who brought you out of your homes? Who shielded you from the brunt of your suffering? Who hunted those monsters at night so you parasites could sleep soundly?"

"Look! Look at them all! What's the difference? They're all human beings!"

"They... are just a bunch of kids!"

Mr. Matsuzaki, a kind-hearted man in the eyes of his neighbors, took the hand of one of the Cursed Children, gently rolled up his sleeve, and showed the blood-stained bandages underneath to the survivors behind him.

If... they had walked out of here just now and sought refuge with the Creator... the group felt a wave of fear wash over them.

After their blind faith subsided, under the old man's reprimand, they didn't even dare to look at the children's dirty faces, or at any of the figures willing to stand in their way.

"What kind of bullshit demons are you talking about? All I see are a group of people trying their best to protect you and this country!"

"If you really want to find a demon, it's not here, it's in your hearts, in those unclean thoughts!"

Recalling the recent events, Mr. Matsuzaki, who was always kind to others, finally couldn't suppress his anger and unleashed a torrent of abuse on these "human-skinned demons."

While most people fell silent and hesitated, a small figure was the first to rush out of his mother's arms, pick up a huge stone tablet fragment the size of his head, endure the cuts, and pile it on the gap.

"Mother, let's help Enju and the others. The people outside are so scary..."

As the little girl turned around, Enju Aihara looked at her best friend Mai, who had stepped forward first, tightened her face, and wiped away the tears from her slightly reddened eyes.

"What are you standing there for? All those Gastrea are about to die! Go back and hide, don't make things worse!"

Tendou Kisara drew his sword and tapped it against the metal wall, his tone cold and stern.

As if waking from a dream, the crowd began to tacitly obey the arrangements. However, the elderly and children left first, while most of the young and middle-aged people voluntarily stayed behind to carry ammunition and transport the wounded.

They certainly didn't want to die, but they didn't want to live like Beast either.

Humans constantly waver between God and demon, seeking solace and encouragement from various faiths. But is what's out there truly God?

"You kids, come here and take your medicine!"