Can You Do That Thing? / May You Be Sewn Alive Inside the Belly of a Pack Beast!

But before they could succeed, scorching flames erupted from the enormous fireball, raining down on them.

As Mephisto exerted his utmost effort, a magical barrier appeared around Faust, while Faust himself was nearly burned to death by the continuous rain of fire.

Sharp himself, it seems, took the opportunity to hide in order to avoid the indiscriminate rain of fire.

"The other me... where are you?" Mephisto, somewhat bewildered.

As the jewelry was removed, a sense of emptiness and suffocation gripped his throat.

Faced with such an attack, the hero is almost certain to be under pressure, and Mephisto's outburst at this moment is not very favorable to Oute's plan.

Besides, they'll be making their escape after this anyway... so there's no need to keep buffing Mephisto.

"Eno!"

Have you guys had enough...?

Oute painfully pinched his Jingming acupoint.

Faust was about to say something when Mephisto interrupted him, "Hahaha! Sasha! They're panicking! Why didn't they use such a powerful sorcerer before?"

Accompanied by groans that only worsened Oute's headache, Mephisto completed a self-healing process that only addressed the surface of the burns. The burns were covered by a rapidly growing layer of skin, and upon closer inspection, one might still be able to discern the extent of the damage. And the smell of roasted meat lingered...

Mephisto was forcing a smile.

The loss of the ornament, the silence of his "second personality," and the physical pain had already dealt him a considerable blow. Now, he was merely putting on a show in front of Faust.

While directing the Herd in battle, Mephisto also commented on Rhodes Island's lines. "Look, because of our strong attack, they've started to retreat again!"

We are indeed defending, but the main objective is to ensure your plan succeeds.

Oute switched to the terminal interface and, through PRTS, instructed Warfarin: "Give the Deepwinter Soldiers a crash course in this formation; we'll need it later."

Previously, in order to make contact with Warfarin privately and bypass Kal'tsit's blockade, Oute assigned the task of training the Ursus militia to Warfarin instead of Dobermann.

"Whoa!" The Bloodfiend was startled by the sudden sound coming from the broadcast.

"I knew you could do that, but isn't this a bit too scary!?" she complained. "Could you give me some mental preparation next time?"

She was frightened, but more so by a vague fear of Oute —a childhood fear that can haunt some people for life.

"This is... the Spear Court?" Warfarin exclaimed in surprise. "Why are you having them train with this?"

Watching Mephisto and Faust finally disappear into the distance through the gap, Oute casually replied, "The one who tied the knot must untie it."

Finally, the actors have arrived.

"Although this group of Ursus militia members has some questionable backgrounds and a low survival rate, it is still necessary to improve their loyalty to us... Rhodes Island."

Kal'tsit silently approached Warfarin from behind and asked, "That's probably not the whole reason, is it?"

"Yes, this isn't like you," Warfarin said seriously. "You've already treated the first batch of Deepwinter Soldiers as expendable resources, so why would you care if they're more loyal?"

Then it dawned on her: Was that Kal'tsit who just spoke?

"Whoa! How can you guys be in cahoots about something like this!?"

Speaking of trousers, today Kal'tsit specially changed the little leather shoes that Oute admired into a women's suit.

Chapter 143 Can you perform that?

Although he had tried to bring Faust over as well, he even prepared a prison for the living Mephisto.

But after facing Mephisto again, Oute decided: Faust, come or not, I'm disgusted by this Mephisto anyway. Let the direct victims take matters into their own hands and execute him!

Are you deliberately giving the people of Chernobog a chance to avenge their enemies? Are you really that sentimental?

In reality, Oute's choice was, to a greater extent, based on the premise of "killing Mephisto," to select a timeline for Mephisto's death that was more favorable to Oute himself.

And this kind of tongue-twisting language...

"I don't like that brat," Oute said bluntly. "So, I'm going to make good use of his corpse."

Some people are still alive, but in Oute's heart, they are already corpses.

"Speaking of which, has the Engineering Department finalized the design for the Winter Soldier series?" Bloodfiend asked. "Training with models now might not be effective on the battlefield..."

Kal'tsit shook her head and explained, "They're training for..."

The cat was momentarily speechless, so it evaded the question by saying, "Not all training and training results are immediately obvious."

"Their actions at this moment will be remembered by their bodies, and their bodies..."

Before Kal'tsit could finish her riddle, Warfarin interrupted her, "I'm starting to get creeped out of me, there's no need to continue!"

"Ot, besides... Ot?" Warfarin asked doubtfully, "Where are the others?"

Kal'tsit crossed her arms and said calmly, "He has many things to do, but right now he needs to focus his energy on military matters."

That is indeed the case.

Thanks to Oute's deliberate leniency, Mephisto and Faust had already escaped with a small force through a gap in Rhodes Island's formation. The main force of their elite troops had been left behind to cover the rear in the encirclement.

Just as they were about to leave the "Layer Cake" completely, Sharp led his entire elite squad to cut them off. As a result, Mephisto and Faust took away a much smaller force than Mephisto had initially planned.

Faust remained in hiding, but he loudly lied to the White Masks of the Reunion Movement, saying, "Skullshatterer and Crownslayer have come to meet me!"

"Everything will be alright once we leave here."

Aside from believing, what else can the white-masked men do at this moment? Turn back and run back into the encirclement? Obviously, that's not realistic.

The sounds of swords clashing ahead made all the white-masked people feel a sudden darkness before their eyes: they had just escaped one wolf's den only to fall into another.

Ahead lies the Lungmen Guard Department!

Hoshiguma calmly announced, "Attention all units! Enemy leader unit detected!"

Swire added, "Given the current battlefield situation, the primary objective has changed from capture to kill!"

Mephisto continued to feign composure before Faust, saying, "My Herd are all ahead! We can easily defeat them!"

Isn't it the reverse of the Tathagata Palm technique?

At this moment, the Reunion Movement members remaining within the encirclement had reached a point where Oute believed they could be easily defeated.

Oute glanced at the time and estimated the distance.

Different instructions came through the operators' headsets.

"Pass the enemy, attack the calf..."

"Speed forward, charge towards the office, and turn your back to the enemy..."

"The enemy has been brought under control. Originium crystals are proliferating abnormally. Inject inhibitors immediately..."

These precise micro-management techniques often emphasize multi-player collaboration and are only used against high-threat units. More often, they are used for broader, more general strategies, such as defending against one target or launching an attack.

Soon, with local troop superiority, the mille-feuille gradually turned into a cream-filled bread; the Reunion Movement within the encirclement had either lost its therapeutic value or had been brought under control.

The wind howled.

The timing was just right, albeit barely.

On the other end of the communication, the pilot clearly said, "Doctor! The prototype you requested!"

Then, a supply crate with a parachute fell from the aircraft. The parachute, which was more decorative than practical, didn't fully open before the crate hit the ground.

"Thank you for your hard work. Tonight, from 8 to 9 PM, collect your wartime flight allowance in my office on this ship. Also, take this batch of high-risk prisoners back to the temporary prison on Rhodes Island."

That was the illegal building that Oute had specifically Closure to construct before he left Rhodes Island to take charge of things in Lungmen.

"Doctor, what if they cause trouble?" the pilot asked curiously.

"They don't have the willpower to do this anymore. Besides, someone will escort them all the way," Oute replied casually, while Specter opened the box for him.

Perseverance, a very interesting word.

Inside the box was a Cryo-Driven Power Halberd. Unlike other halberds, this prototype had completely abandoned the Originium circuit.

As a technological weapon, its potential is quite limited.

"Specter, let me in."

The nun raised her head, her beautiful neck revealing the veins. She remained silent, while the Abyssal Hunters's crimson eyes instantly turned cold and indifferent.

Looking closely into the eyes of the Specter, one can see a young Liberi man picking up the Cryo-Driven Halberd with both hands.

He wasn't particularly strong, but thanks to the pressure release from the Cryo-Driven Halberd and the guiding principle of using rotation as much as possible and making the most of the weapon's own weight, the Cryo-Driven Halberd's movements were still very smooth.

Oute pulled another trick: he remotely controlled his own body from inside the Specter.

"Doc Otter, do you still use such heavy weapons?"

The Earthspirit was somewhat surprised.

"No, I can't." Oute glanced at her, then said, "You've come at the right time. You'll lead a temporary team to escort these prisoners back."

The Earthspirit sighed, then said with a wry smile, "If I don't respond..."

"While it's not strictly necessary, you are indeed the best candidate."

Oute slowly finished the swing test, pulling the power halberd with both hands. Its long handle slammed to the ground, making a dull thud.

It may not be Earthspirit, but as Catastrophe Messenger wearing a "Dream-Sleep Device," the Earthspirit would provide Oute with more excuses if an incident occurred.

On the other side, the Phantom Crossbowmen's morale was already low due to Mephisto's Outrage, repeated failed attacks, and their current escape. Not to mention the Lungmen rookies who had never seen battle before.

It could be said that at this moment, the ones bearing the most pressure in their ranks are Mephisto and his Herd.

Wait, so you mean "bear the most pressure"?

Finally, I can put on a show of "torture" in front of the Lungmen Guard Department!

Koschei → Talulah → Mephisto.

Given Wei Yenwu's intelligence, it would be easy for him to link this mental abnormality to Koschei.

Chapter 144 May you be sewn alive inside the belly of a pack animal!

"Speed up the march; the Lungmen Guard Department is faltering faster than I anticipated."

With the Cryo-Driven Power Halberd Specter already entrusted to Specter for safekeeping, Oute now had the free energy to make sarcastic remarks.