Famous Sword. Lightning Pellet and Superman Gloves

Chapter 50: Famous Sword. Lightning Pellet and Superman Gloves

As night deepened, beside the garbage mountain in Sector Thirteen, This garbage mountain, formed from the accumulation of countless wastes from the underhive over nearly ten thousand years, grows taller and expands daily, becoming more chaotic and disordered by the hour.

In the dimly lit underhive, this garbage mountain, at a glance, resembles a twisted deity sprawling in the darkness, ferociously eroding everything around it.

Shadowy figures flit among the dark garbage heaps, accompanied by occasional roars and eerie low murmurs.

This place is not only the central dumping ground for the entire Hive City but also the mandatory passage connecting the underhive to the hive outskirts and the deep underhive.

Residents from the outside, from the land shrouded in radioactive light, and mutants from the darkness of the deep underhive, all appear here from time to time.

That Eager Thief actually arranged to meet Zhou Yun here, Zhou Yun thought as he navigated through the dark garbage mountain.

He cautiously felt the Pocket Tornado hanging at his waist and the pale gold short sword on his other side, his gloved hand covered by orange-yellow fabric.

Additionally, he wore a Psykana Cap on his head, and in the dark areas, eighteen Catreal Pattern M36 Lasguns were being controlled by his Telekinesis.

With these items, he felt a little more at ease.

These lasguns were standard issue for the Cadian Shock Troops, which Zhou Yun had dug out from a warehouse in Old Sector Eight.

At the time, he could barely control twelve at once. As his use of Telekinesis became more proficient, the number he could control increased to eighteen.

Furthermore, he was becoming increasingly skilled with the superpower of Instant Movement. He used to be able to teleport only within a range of about seven to eight meters, but now his teleportation distance exceeded fifteen meters.

In addition, he had Voiceprint Candy and Body Clay for concealing his identity and infiltration, and Air Gun Potion for surprise attacks.

His main deficiency was a lack of close-combat weapons.

In this galaxy, there were quite a few beings immune to ranged attacks; only close combat could inflict damage.

Zhou Yun reached to the other side of his waist, where a short sword, only the length of his forearm, was sheathed.

Famous Sword. Lightning Pellet, an item that cost two hundred thousand.

It had significant drawbacks but its effect was heaven-defying.

This weapon was among the cheapest of the conceptual-level items.

Its effect was that as long as it had power, the user would gain extraordinary swordsmanship and would absolutely never lose in a close-combat weapon duel.

The drawback was that its power was consumed very quickly. According to Zhou Yun's tests, the more intense the battle, the faster the weapon's power drained.

Moreover, its effect was limited to not losing in close combat.

If the opponent used a machine gun to spray bullets, this weapon had limited ability to block them.

Or, in the case of psychic attacks, this weapon was also powerless.

And the sword itself could not inflict damage; it could only maintain a state of an unbreakable draw.

However, in any close-combat weapon duel, even against a Great Daemon of Khorne, Famous Sword. Lightning Pellet could force a draw.

It was a weapon with many flaws but also a very high ceiling.

Finally, there was one more item whose ceiling was not as high as Famous Sword. Lightning Pellet, but its output was stable.

Zhou Yun looked at the dark red gloves on his hands.

[Item Name: Superman Gloves]

[Origin: 22nd Century Earth - Future Department Store]

[Production Date: 261.M3]

[Function: Appears as ordinary gloves. When worn, grants strength far beyond that of a normal person. A single hand can stop a hundred-ton vehicle traveling at high speed, but the force is difficult to control.]

[Price: 95,0000]

Ninety-five thousand, incredibly expensive.

But the improvement it brought was also quite significant.

With a maximum punch capable of sending a hundred-ton truck flying, even against Space Marines, he was not inferior in terms of pure strength.

The drawback was the difficulty in controlling the force; with the gloves on, it was almost impossible to use weapons or pick up small objects.

Suddenly, Zhou Yun saw a fleeting flash of intense heat in the darkness.

It was the light from a heat cutter.

Zhou Yun's eyes flickered slightly. He bypassed a not-so-tall garbage mound and moved towards the location of the fiery light.

From a distance, he saw the hooded figure.

The Eager Thief who called himself "Orleans Roasted Chicken Wings."

He was short, even shorter than Rag, but he carried a flame cutter that reached his shoulder.

The howling cold wind from the hive outskirts whistled through the garbage mountains, sweeping over him.

His cloak fluttered with the wind, further accentuating his thin frame beneath it.

Zhou Yun, from a short distance, estimated that the Eager Thief's figure was at most around 1.4 meters tall.

In the underhive, he was considered underdeveloped, Or rather, was the Eager Thief not actually that old?

Having lived in the lower hive for so long, Zhou Yun had long since learned not to judge by appearances.

Perhaps a ten-year-old child could already be a skilled pickpocket.

The Eager Thief seemed to have spotted Zhou Yun as well. He turned his head, his eyes hidden beneath his hood seeming to fixate on Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun couldn't tell if it was his imagination, But he always felt that the darkness around the Eager Thief was somehow thinner, As if he were emitting a faint, almost imperceptible light.

He's glowing, that's a serious mutation, Zhou Yun thought silently.

He even considered remotely firing a laser to snipe him.

Disabling him by taking off a leg or two first seemed like a better option.

But Zhou Yun worried it would alert his precognitive abilities.

Although Zhou Yun could resist precognition to a certain extent, directly attacking the other party would still be detected.

And besides...

The Eager Thief was silently staring at him.

Zhou Yun lowered his head, confirming that Lena and the Ark Gang members were in position.

He walked towards the Eager Thief at an unhurried pace.

"I'm here."

Zhou Yun looked at the Eager Thief standing directly opposite him.

"What exactly do you want to talk about? Who are you? And who is behind you?"

Facing Zhou Yun's barrage of questions, the hooded Eager Thief merely took a small step towards Zhou Yun.

Then, she reached up and removed her hood, revealing hair as golden as a haystack under the summer sun.

Her slightly dry golden hair was braided into a thick plait down her back, reaching her waist.

Her face bore a scattering of light freckles. She was reasonably pretty, but nowhere near as beautiful as Lena, only possessing a simple, pleasant appearance.

Above the faint freckles, her eyes were a deep blue, almost black, as clear and watery as a lost fawn's, gazing at Zhou Yun with a purity rarely seen in the underhive.

Judging by her appearance alone, she seemed to be just a teenage girl.

But Zhou Yun could sense that within the girl's slender, plain body, there seemed to be some grander will contained.

She gave Zhou Yun an extremely standard Aquila Salute.

"My name is meaningless,"

She said, her voice clear and young, like the sky after a summer rain, sending a tremor through him.

"Who I am is not important; the key is that individual."

"I am merely a vessel for His will."