Youjiro

Chapter 47: Youjiro

"Stop him!"

Someone roared.

The roarer was struck by lightning and scattered into snowflakes.

"Kill him!"

An officer bellowed.

The officer saw his guards approached by Qin Xia's shadow the next second. The shadow dodged the rifle in the guard's hand, thrust the muzzle through the guard's neck, and as if pulling the trigger with his mind, shot the officer behind the guard.

Someone was brushed past by the shadow. As he lowered his head to check if his body was still intact, he suddenly found his body was fine, but the safety on the grenades at his waist was gone. Then, he died in the explosion along with those around him.

No one could stop the shadow's raid and approach.

The battle seemed to be very intense.

However, Qin Xia didn't even use the weapons he had placed behind him, hidden under the invisibility cloak he had taken from the person in charge.

Neither the ones in his backpack nor the heavy machine guns and beam cannons he carried on both sides of his back.

Because he wanted to take these things back for those who were not as powerful as him to use.

But he was unarmed.

With just his powerful physique and psychic power, Qin Xia could cause this astonishing destruction, from when he killed everyone in the manor to now, when he was about to break out.

Psychic power is strong, very terrifying.

The physical quality of an Astartes, a superhuman warrior, is also terrifying.

Until this futile encirclement reached the point where everyone realized they could not stop that shadow at all. If that shadow wished, he could kill everyone present, but doing so would waste a very, very long time.

Qin Xia had no intention of killing everyone. He had learned a little experience in breaking out when being surrounded by fighting so many people.

These people were not strong enough, nor were they sufficient for him to verify his thoughts—if he encountered the personal guard of a true Nuceria slave owner noble, instead of the rabble army around the position of the lower-class nobles like the head of the arena, he could definitely withdraw just as smoothly.

But experience must be accumulated, and things must be done little by little.

Everyone needs to grow and learn.

And Qin Xia had only one specialty, which was not scientific research, nor psychic power, but delving and learning.

He was particularly skilled at it.

Far away outside the manor, more people had learned about what was happening here, and they began to mobilize troops towards this direction.

And before these people arrived and joined the encirclement, Qin Xia had already killed all enemies who dared to set up obstacles in his path during this hardcore evacuation.

A natural phenomenon that ordinary Nucerians couldn't see at all—snow, began to fall from the sky in small amounts, landing in an environment where the temperature dropped sharply.

Qin Xia entered the wind and snow, and his figure was gradually covered by the wind and snow.

An anti-gravity flying vehicle, similar to a helicopter, was parked in the wilderness.

The flying vehicle projected an invisibility field around itself. Beyond a circular area twenty meters away, anyone looking here could not see anything.

Except for Qin Xia's psychic vision.

When Qin Xia arrived and penetrated the water-like invisibility field, he saw this anti-gravity flying vehicle and a person leaning against it.

That person was Tal's guard.

Qin Xia had seen this guy before.

This guy had cable-like iron hair on his head, and it was obvious that he had been implanted with the Butcher's Nails.

If Angron had also been implanted with the Butcher's Nails, he would have grown the same "hair."

But this person showed no signs of madness or anger. He leaned quietly against the flying vehicle. Seeing Qin Xia approach, he opened his eyelids and asked lightly, "All done?"

"Killed them all," Qin Xia said, tilting his head, his eyes filled with disdain. "Elon was likely your main target, but I discovered this manor belonged to the head of the Desia Arena, so I killed the head as well."

As he spoke, Qin Xia walked towards the flying vehicle. "If you don't think the head should have died... I don't care. He was there, so I killed him."

"Wait." The man with the Butcher's Nails raised his hand, his face full of shock. "You killed Elon too?"

Qin Xia raised an eyebrow, looking at him, his expression as if to say: Are you kidding me?

"Tal's cooperation with you was to kill the head, not his brother. His brother hasn't even shown him the pain of losing all his descendants yet, and you killed him?" he said.

Qin Xia frowned. "No... you promised three conditions, and I was happy to kill a noble, but in the end, you just wanted to kill an arena head, not Elon Tal, the great noble whose descendants were all designed and killed by that mad patriarch?"

"Why would Elon be there?" the man asked, confused. "This is the head's manor... why would you think we wanted you to kill Elon Tal?"

"..." Qin Xia's face showed deep confusion and shock.

He hadn't had such an expression when facing those enemies earlier.

But now, facing this guy with the Butcher's Nails, who for some reason wasn't going mad despite having the nails implanted, Qin Xia's face showed such an expression after just a few words from him.

"Patriarch Tal wanted you to kill the head because he was disobedient. The patriarch told him to send his wife and daughter to the cave to participate in the delayed Revelry Day, but he didn't comply. The patriarch's spies said this guy quietly canceled the Revelry Day and distributed bandages instead," the man explained. "He was still waiting to see Elon Tal's performance, and you killed him too?"

"Get lost," Qin Xia's expression relaxed, and he casually approached the flying vehicle.

The man with nails in his head didn't say much more. He turned, opened the cockpit door of the flying vehicle, and gestured for Qin Xia to get in.

However, just before boarding, Qin Xia hesitated. "How good are your helicopter piloting skills? Don't let me break through the encirclement of over a thousand people, only to die in the wreckage of this thing exploding."

Qin Xia had a psychological complex regarding flying vehicles since childhood. He still remembered how he lost his family and was sent to an orphanage in his first life during the 21st century of humanity.

"Call me Ace Pilot Mr. Brown," the man said, flicking his iron-wire-like hair with a confident smile as he got into the helicopter.

"Drive slowly, Mr. Zobayan," Qin Xia said as he sat in the flying vehicle.

Brown placed his hand on the dashboard, covered in countless instruments, and started the vehicle with a light touch. "Don't be nervous. I specialize in flying this. Countless times. Others might have a 0.01% chance of crashing this thing, but I won't."

"So, are you the opposite of Mr. Zobayan, Youjiro?"

"I don't know where you're from. Don't try to use your local memes on me; I won't understand."