Lowly People?

Lowly People?

Yang Bo was getting ready to slip away. Judging by how utterly insane these people were, their bombs probably weren't ordinary ones.

It wasn't that Yang Bo hadn't considered using Stealth to escape, but the outside was sealed up like an iron barrel. Who knew how many experts were out there? Besides, these people had released some kind of dangerous substance into the underground pipe network.

And there was firefighting foam everywhere...

"You, catch up after you've installed the bombs. We're going to drive out the people hiding below."

"Yes, Captain."

Yang Bo heard a set of footsteps leave and hurriedly followed. But the moment he poked his head out, he saw someone taking bombs from a row of boxes. The bombs were cylindrical, roughly ten centimeters in diameter and twenty centimeters tall.

The man carried a bomb into the room. Yang Bo was about to take the opportunity to sneak away when someone emerged from the opposite side, scaring him into quickly backing up.

A laser flashed across the doorway, followed by a thud.

"What happened?" someone shouted from outside the Control Center corridor.

"Someone was hiding here," the bomb installer answered.

Yang Bo was nearly scared to death. The next second, just as he was about to stand up, the bomb installer stopped at the doorway while dragging a box.

Yang Bo was right beside him. The next second, sparks flashed from Yang Bo's hands as he revealed his true form. The guy lowering his head to pick up a bomb was startled by the sight of a naked man...

The next second, Yang Bo grabbed the man's head with both hands. The man's entire body convulsed once, then fell silent.

Battleship Repair +8!

A stream of information entered his mind, and Yang Bo instantly understood. These people had disguised themselves as battleship maintenance personnel and infiltrated the place.

Yang Bo removed the man's helmet and discovered that he was completely dead, even his hair burned to a crisp.

After carefully inspecting the armor, he found that it was unusual. It served a function similar to Gene Warrior armor.

Gene Warrior armor was mainly defensive, like the bulletproof vests worn by police on Earth. It could withstand attacks from some small Energy Weapons.

"Good thing there's no chip." Yang Bo transformed into the man's appearance, with long golden hair. He put on the helmet and stripped off the man's clothes and armor, putting everything on himself.

These people definitely didn't have Biochips. Otherwise, it would have been easy to trace their origins.

Looking at himself in his brand-new outfit, Yang Bo did not feel afraid at all. Instead, he felt a little anticipation...

The bombs still had to be placed. When Yang Bo came out, he found that his companions were already driving out the people who had been hiding. Some Gene Warriors tried to resist, only to be blown apart by Laser Guns. These people wore armor with high defensive capabilities, but some were still killed. Those who died were immediately sprayed with some kind of liquid by their own people, and their corpses vanished.

Yang Bo followed the group to the Dome Concert venue. It was packed with people, yet utterly silent. On the central stage, Red Hair was killing people.

"Sins cannot be forgiven. I pronounce judgment: beheaded." More than a dozen people had already been thrown onto the stage by Red Hair, and Yang Bo still had no idea what was happening.

Then someone was beheaded.

There were twenty mechas throughout the concert venue. Yang Bo looked closely. Weren't these all exhibition mechas? How had these people managed to control them? And what kind of organization was this Red Earl? Who were they killing?

Then Red Hair went on another mystical rant, talking about dawn, darkness, Divine Punishment, and representatives. It seemed this organization saw itself as righteous knights, obeying the orders of some great figure and seeking to restore the glory of some empire.

Yang Bo's mind was full of thoughts of how to escape. These people had so many hostages in their hands now that the authorities did not dare act openly, but they had definitely made moves in secret.

Don't get killed by accident.

Yang Bo was incredibly anxious and tense. He was now part of an Extremist Organization, and he had long witnessed the power of the authorities. To say nothing of mechas and Air-to-Ground Fighters.

There were even things resembling Flying Swords that he had once seen on billboards.

Don't let the authorities kill me...

"Fuck, these bastards..." Yang Bo once again sensed his mecha, ready to deploy it at any time.

Just then, the ground shook twice. Red Hair laughed arrogantly. "We've installed over six hundred High-Radiation Bombs throughout the building. If you've got the guts, set them all off. By then, all those Lowly People here will be dead. Dead, every last one of them."

Yang Bo froze. Lowly People?

"Those Lowly People are a waste of resources just by being alive, burdens just by existing. They should become stinking mud and be used as fertilizer," Red Hair continued.

Only then did Yang Bo realize it. Fuck, isn't he talking about the residents?

The radiation from High-Radiation Bombs was fatal to ordinary residents. For Gene Evolvers, it depended on the dosage. Yet even with technology this advanced, there were still all kinds of rays in Starry Sky that humanity could not detect. There were even some meteorites visible to the naked eye that could not be detected at all.

High-energy particles in the universe, Cosmic Storms—humanity's most advanced battleships would still be finished by them. Humanity seemed to have conquered Starry Sky, but in truth... no one knew how many dangers lurked in the dark Starry Sky.

"Bastard." Yang Bo wanted nothing more than to shoot that scum dead. So what if I was a resident? You lapdogs of the nobility, scum.

"You, come with me." The captain pointed at Yang Bo and several others, then headed toward the central stage and made for the passage beneath it.

But before they could enter, a massive shockwave sent them flying.

Yang Bo and several companions leaped to their feet. The red-haired young man was still babbling away. Seeing this, one mecha leaped down to the entrance and violently destroyed the entire Underground Passage entrance.

The area beneath the stage was spacious, more than ten meters high. The Blue Mecha leaped inside, but the next second, it sprang backward.

Yang Bo looked at his companion who had been crushed to death and shuddered.

"Not good. There's an Ancient Martial Artist inside who's at least A-rank!" the mecha suddenly shouted.

"Haha, these declining Ancient Martial Artists can only become the lapdogs of the powerful." The red-haired young man laughed loudly. His armor glimmered with flowing light, and his entire body turned into a flash of silver as he darted inside.

"Energy Metal." Yang Bo recognized it immediately. Armor forged from Energy Metal could amplify one's own energy, but it was said to be extremely, extremely expensive.

The next second, the man flew back out, a palm print appearing on the Silver Armor over his chest.

"Pfft!" He spat out blood, which sprayed from every gap in his visor.

"Regiment Commander!" The armored people around him hurriedly rushed over to see how their Regiment Commander was doing.

"Come out! Don't you Ancient Martial Artists value righteousness? If you don't come out, I'll kill everyone! I'll give you ten seconds. All mechas, get over here and await my command!" The red-haired knight waved his longsword, pointing at the countless packed people around him—elderly people, children, and women.

Yang Bo stood behind Red Hair, watching the twenty mechas gather together. Most aimed their weapons at the stage exit, while a smaller number aimed various weapons at the people in the concert stands.

"Red Earl, do you really intend to make enemies of our Ancient Martial Arts Association?" A voice sounded from beneath the stage.

"Haha, we're from the same generation. Others might be frightened by the Ancient Martial Arts Association, but we..." The red-haired knight's eyes suddenly went blank. Then his entire head exploded in an instant, while a person clad in black armor leaped backward.

"Ah!!!" The other people in black armor only then realized what had happened. Their Regiment Commander had been shot in the neck at point-blank range with a Laser Gun by one of their own, his head blown apart. They all raised their Laser Guns.

The next second, a huge figure appeared—a Blade Mecha. Countless Laser Guns struck the mecha.