Who Is the Traitor?

Why did the main recipients of the Flame-Chaser project become people other than the Fire Moths in the second phase?

"What are you talking about?" The leading man had a twisted black horn growing from his forehead, and his left hand had completely transformed into a giant claw. A strange smile appeared on his scale-covered face. "You're also a soldier of the Fire Moth? Then you should know that different soldiers have different jobs. You useless ordinary soldiers are of course fighting Honkai Beast."

"And we, like the Poisoned Cocoon, are there to deal with those who try to hinder the plan to save humanity."

Poisoned Cocoon?

Saving humanity?

Unfavorable factors?

The mocking laughter filled his ears, and he couldn't tell whether it was the three people in front of him or the laughter coming from his own mind.

"Humanity, throughout history, has always been self-destructive. The organization I founded will not only be destroyed by that lady's purge, but will also self-destruct after losing 'me,' their extraordinary leader."

The man covered his raging head with both hands, as if a string was taut, and he could hear the string breaking under the strain.

Listen.

"You are... traitors."

"Hahahaha... We are carrying out the secret plan of the Fire Moth, a plan that all the High Council have agreed to! We have saved humanity countless times, and we will continue to do so in the future! So..." The undisguised laughter was filled with intense disgust.

Its bloodthirsty mouth opened, revealing a mouthful of fangs.

"You're the traitor."

Listen.

"Click".

It's broken.

The man suddenly raised his head, his arm holding the pistol raised!

Do you want to define what it means to be human?

Do you get angry when you are hurt?

... Can you see the meaning of our existence as before?

"You..." He couldn't hear his own voice, that distorted, hoarse voice, "Lowly creatures!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The moment the bullet left the barrel, one of the three opponents had already fired!

They easily dodged the physical bullets, but none of them expected that before the gunshots even rang out, the helmeted man would suddenly produce a long knife in his other hand, instantly deflecting the particle bullets, and then he would take a step like an arrow and rush into the three of them!

A terrifying claw stabbed towards his head from the right, while a crimson greatsword swept towards his lower body from the left. He forgot his usual fighting style and recklessly rushed between the three, only to be met with this inescapable and fatal pincer attack!

As Flame-Chaser, they possess physical bodies far exceeding those of humans; even a casual brush against an ordinary person would be far beyond what an ordinary person could withstand.

But their sinister smiles froze on their faces before they could fully appear.

Lin's body moved with the agility of a snake in an instant. He leaped up to dodge the sweeping attack from below while leaning his upper body back in an unnatural and counterintuitive posture to avoid the attacks of the two men. Then he reached into the weapon box behind his back and drew out two long swords!

They instinctively protected their vitals, but Lin had no intention of attacking those areas at all.

"Bass!"

The blade, sharp enough to tear space apart, pinned the right foot of the man wielding claws to the ground, the blade plunging to its very tip!

The other slash, while turning in mid-air, severed the tendons of the two hands holding the greatsword with a backhand!

"Ah!!"

The intense, tearing pain caused both of them to scream. At this moment, the slowest one arrived. He seemed to be frightened by the helmeted man's decisive action in the blink of an eye, so much so that he didn't know whether to shoot or retaliate with a melee weapon.

This slight hesitation caused him to miss the best time to attack.

Lin released the knife that had pinned his foot down, and with the knife in his other hand, he clashed it with the spear thrusting straight at him from below. The intense sparks ignited the night air, and the sharp spear tip pierced through his helmet. The spear, which had veered off course, barely left a shallow mark on Lin's cheek.

At this moment, Lin had already pulled out a javelin with his free hand, stepped forward and crashed into the man's arms, his right shoulder landing on the man's nose, sending him flying. Then he threw the javelin directly, piercing the man's shoulder and pinning him to the wall!

"Asshole!!!"

The Flame-Chaser, his tendons severed, had veins bulging all over his head, looking as ferocious as a demon. He swung his thick tail at Lin Bian.

Lin stood coldly in place, simply taking half a step back. The tip of his tail barely swept past him before slamming into the body of the other person who was holding the nailed-through-the-foot man and howling in pain.

"Boom!"

It was as if a truck had hit the person; the pierced foot was forcibly split in two by the blow, slammed against the wall, and collapsed to the ground.

Lin stepped forward, and before the Flame-Chaser could make any further move, he kicked the joint of the leg that the warrior was about to raise, causing him to kneel on one knee. Then he pulled out a knife and pierced the warrior's other thigh.

Finally, he grabbed the hair of the Flame-Chaser who resembled a human pig and, to his horror, punched him squarely in the face!

"Sizzle—"

The hard gauntlets collided with the Flame-Chaser's face, but the Flame-Chaser's body was not of human caliber, and the blow did not injure him.

So Lin coldly raised his fist again and slammed it into his face!

No, no—

Before he could even beg for mercy, he was met with another punch.

Under the terrified gaze of the remaining Flame-Chaser, pinned to the wall with a pierced shoulder, Lin relentlessly beat him like a lifeless punching bag. With each punch, the Flame-Chaser's head trembled violently, and the armor on his hands shattered, making it impossible to distinguish whether the blood was from the Flame-Chaser or from his hands.

"Bang!"

With a final punch, the bloodied and mangled fist slammed into the side of the Flame-Chaser's face, and the already unconscious Flame-Chaser's head slammed heavily to the ground.

Blood soaked Lin's shoes; in his stark black and white world, only this scarlet color stood out so clearly.

Lin was breathing heavily. The screams, laughter, and whispers in his brain were all mixed together, as if they were about to burst his brain. His body was convulsing and twitching, as if something was about to burst out of his body.

"Click".

Lin drew his pistol from his waist and aimed it at the head of the Flame-Chaser on the wall.

"Wait, wait! Don't kill me! Please! Don't kill me!" He struggled frantically, writhing like an earthworm about to be sunburned.

A large group of mechs and numerous footsteps were approaching.

Shot.

These "monsters" are nothing more than a bunch of pigs and dogs no different from Honkai zombie.

Lin's finger was on the trigger.

"No! No!"

A few scattered iridescent lights emerged from the depths of his dark pupils beneath his helmet.

They're just a bunch of lowly beasts!

Killing them won't have any impact on humanity... no, it will only make things better!

That's right, they should all be killed!

"Don't want!"

Shoot!

"Bang!"

After the gunshots, there was silence...

Chapter 204 Who is the Traitor?

"The intruder has breached the blockade of Area P! He is moving at high speed toward the transport apron!"

"Where's the Divine Machine? Deploy Heimdall to the battlefield!"

"Heimdall is too far from his path of movement!"

We can't let him leave!

The command center was thrown into chaos by today's uninvited guest. The continuous breakthrough notifications had numbed them. This person knew the terrain of KaliYuga better than those of them with maps. In the blink of an eye, he had left them behind, appearing and disappearing like a ghost.

Now, that person is rushing towards the tarmac...

He kicked the door of the transport plane, denting the metal door. Lin pulled out his knife and sliced the door open like cutting tofu, then turned and fired a grenade.

"Bang!"

The heatwave briefly slowed down the swarm of mechs and Flame-Chaser that were chasing after them. Lin rushed into the cockpit, switched the transport plane's system to manual control, and then hacked into the transport plane using the system in his helmet to forcibly unlock it.

The missile locked onto his transport plane, but Lin calmly maneuvered the machine guns, skillfully maneuvering the fuselage to detonate the missile, and then fired a missile at the protective shield.

"Bang!"

The protective shield was blasted open, and the transport plane immediately rushed out of the floating fortress.

"Immediately dispatch transport planes to intercept them..."

"Bang!"

Before the command center could finish issuing its orders, other transport planes on the tarmac suddenly exploded violently!

Even the floating fortress beneath their feet swayed.

Before boarding the plane, Lin casually threw some grenades into the engine compartments of other transport planes.

All the people and mechs could only watch helplessly as the transport plane circled once in the air before speeding away into the distance...

Lin took off his helmet, sat in the pilot's seat of the transport plane, lowered his head, and silently clenched his fists.

"Bang!"

Lin's arms trembled, he was panting heavily, and smoke was still rising from the muzzle of his pistol. The air was deathly silent.

Less than a centimeter from the Flame-Chaser's head was a bullet hole. He was so terrified that he didn't even dare to scream. His bloodless face was whiter than the wall, and his lips were even whiter than his face.

Lin missed.

His hand trembled the moment the bullet left the barrel, and the bullet that should have pierced his skull missed its intended target.

No, it wasn't my hand shaking.

He couldn't possibly miss.

Lin was determined to hit his target with a bullet, making it impossible for him to miss.

Unless he doesn't want to.

What did he do...?

Lin tore at his side hair, then rested his head against the cockpit in a daze. One sentence after another, one image after another appeared in his mind: the blurred smiling faces of people, the unfinished words, the people lying on the ground...

He fired the gun.

The shooting was solely for the purpose of killing one person.

Regardless of the final outcome, at that moment, he pulled the trigger.

All the promises made, all the agreements kept, all the responsibilities borne, vanished in that one shot.

He did the same thing as the High Council at Moth Chaser.

Those who trusted him, sacrificed for him, and loved him—their significance was revealed by his own hands...

Deprivation.

"Traitor?"

The female voice seemed a little puzzled by Mei's question, "You haven't heard him mention it?"

Mei recalled the situation at the time, "Although both Chrono and Mobius had mentioned it, it seemed that no one, including themselves, was willing to talk about what the traitor was like, and I didn't feel comfortable asking him directly."

"You really are gentle." The female voice was ambiguous, whether it was sarcastic or complimentary. "Don't worry, that guy is used to reopening old wounds. Even if he secretly wants to beat you up, he'll calmly tell you about it."

"... It seems that it was a wise choice not to ask him."

"Then let me explain, starting with the origins of the Firemoth." The female voice paused, thought for a moment, and then continued, "The origins of the Firemoth are far more complex than you can imagine. There is also a similar organization in your current era."

Mei's brow furrowed. "Schicksal..."

"Of course, compared to relying on and following the form of religion, the moths chasing the flame are simpler." The female voice had little inflection. Mei wondered if it was just Mei imagination, but she felt that apart from the occasional emotional tone, the way the female voice spoke was very similar to Lin's. "It has a predecessor that is similar to the United Nations, but at that time it did not have the political and economic power that it later had to dominate the world. Moreover, the High Council were not directly the leaders of the country or the leaders of large organizations. It was just a slightly special organization."