Chapter 122

Han Fei waved his hand and immediately decided, "Since we're already here, and it's so close, let's see what the situation is like."

At Han Fei's command, the squad immediately sprang into action, sprinting down the corridor toward the source of the gunfire.

Han Fei hadn't gone far when his gaze was drawn to the back of a figure in a black tactical uniform. The style of the uniform looked familiar to him; it was the classic standard combat uniform from Babel.

But what truly catches the eye is not the uniform—

Behind that figure, several soft yet powerful wings of light unfurled slightly, and above its head, a halo symbolizing the Sankta race radiated a tranquil and sacred glow.

"Huh?! Sankta?!" Lemuen exclaimed in surprise. Although she had a vague premonition of seeing a fellow Sarkaz when she heard the gunshots earlier, the shock of witnessing a Sankta appear in the heart of Kazdel and engage in fierce fighting with the Sarkaz was still vivid.

The figure didn't turn around. She steadily raised the short pistol in her hand and fired—

Boom!

Accompanied by a roar far more deafening than that of ordinary firearms, what spewed from the muzzle was not a tiny spark, but a dazzling, solidified energy beam!

The blazing beam of light tore through the air in an instant, striking the Sarkaz formation opposite them with pinpoint accuracy. Flames exploded, and three Sarkaz warriors, clad in striking white robes and wielding fine weapons, fell to the ground without even a scream.

Only then did the aged voice, still tinged with barely concealed surprise, rang out, accompanied by the slight mechanical sound of the pistol being cocked again:

"Hmm... to actually meet someone of our kind here? Little girl, since you're here, how about lending a hand?"

"No problem! Leave it to me!"

Lemuen didn't hesitate; it was perfectly reasonable for her to lend a helping hand to her own kind, especially since the opponent was the Sarkaz.

With a sharp cry, she instantly drew her Victor submachine gun and K416 assault rifle:

"God willing--!!!"

With her impassioned shout, the halo above her head suddenly burst into an even brighter light, and the two guns, known for their high rate of fire, seemed to be injected with boundless vitality, their muzzles instantly spitting out blazing tongues of fire!

The dense barrage of bullets, like a violent metal storm, shrieked as if tearing fabric, pouring towards the white-robed Sarkaz!

The ferocious firepower made the old lady, who had her back to Lemuen, freeze involuntarily!

She subconsciously and very obviously shrank her shoulders, almost trying to turn to avoid the barrage of bullets behind her—not because she was afraid of being hit by stray bullets, but purely because she was worried that if she wasn't careful, the bullets raining down on this hot-blooded young man behind her might accidentally hit him, leading to that terrible outcome.

But soon, the old lady realized she was overthinking things.

This young girl's firing rate is unlike that of Sankta, but her accuracy is comparable to that of the most elite Sankta shooters.

Every single bullet hit the Sarkaz Court Guard with pinpoint accuracy; not a single one struck her, let alone landed on her. There wasn't even the slightest danger of them brushing past her.

At the same time, Lemuen also moved in response, raising the AWM and bringing her pretty face close to the sniper scope.

Aim, fire—all in one smooth motion.

With each gunshot, a Court Guard fell.

"It seems that in the years I've been away, Laterano has produced quite a few talented successors."

The old lady muttered something to herself, then raised her hand and fired the short gun, which resembled a revolver, once again.

BOOM!

With a loud bang, the last few Court Guard soldiers fell to the ground.

The old lady then turned around and looked at everyone.

It was precisely because of this opportunity that Han Fei and his team members were able to see the old woman's true face.

The old lady still looked quite dashing, with a black cowboy hat on her head and her long, gray hair tied into a stylish high ponytail that fell down her back.

Her eyes held a mixture of scrutiny and curiosity as she first looked at the two Sankta girls, then at Han Fei and Texas.

Such a combination is undoubtedly a bit strange, especially since the Babel was in turmoil at the time.

For other races, it would probably take a long time to explain clearly.

But Sankta doesn't need that.

The empathy granted by the Law connects every Sankta who has not fallen from heaven. The old woman, naturally, has not fallen from heaven, and her halo is shining brightly. Therefore, through empathy, she perceives the emotions of the two Sankta girls.

Curiosity, doubt, excitement, but no hostility.

So, when the old woman spoke, her tone softened a bit. "I never expected to see someone of our kind here. Young people, tell me why you've come."

When dealing with Sankta is naturally the better choice.

So Han Fei gave Lemuen a look, signaling her to go and negotiate with the old lady.

Lemuen stepped forward and said respectfully, "Hello, ma'am, I am Lemuen, this is my sister Lemuen, this is my boss Han Fei, and this is my partner and comrade-in-arms, Texas."

"We have been entrusted by Ms. Lamat to deliver two letters to Theresa and her child."

At this point, Lemuen paused, then asked with some curiosity, "Madam, you look familiar. Have we met somewhere before?"

I've never seen you before.

The old lady was quite straightforward. "I left Laterano a long time ago, so don't call me 'Madam,' just call me Outcast."

"Outcast?"

Lemuen's delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly. She was quite certain that she recognized the woman in front of her, but she couldn't recall where she had seen her before.

Seeing this, Outcast hesitated for a moment before speaking, "If you've seen me before, it might be in some documents. I used to be Laterano Lateran."

"However, that's all in the past. Now, there's only Outcast."

Volume 1: Chapter 154 Blue

Han Fei, who had been mostly silent, suddenly raised an eyebrow.

Rhodes Island has always had a large workforce, including newcomers and veterans who have been there since the Babel era.

From a game perspective, it's actually quite easy to distinguish them.

Operators with codenames like ACE and Scout are all considered veteran elite operators.

And this Outcast is clearly of this type.

However, Han Fei really didn't remember her at all.

Even though congee has been around for so many years, some of the stories are bound to be forgotten.

"Cardinal?!"

Lemuen's eyes widened. There were only seven cardinals in the entire Laterano, which showed how difficult it was to become one.

To find a former cardinal right here in the Sarkaz stronghold was something that surprised Lemuen.

That's all in the past.

Outcast seemed unconcerned, not at all considering it an honor, maintaining a nonchalant demeanor. "However, I am somewhat curious. You are all so young, and you don't appear to be fallen gods, so why did you leave Laterano to become messengers for the Banshee Court in Kazdel?"

"It's a long story, ma'am," Lemuen said softly.

Outcast glanced at Lemuen, knowing she didn't want to elaborate, and didn't press further. He added, "It's a pity you came at the wrong time; this place is in chaos right now."

Lemuen gave a thumbs-up, beaming, "My sister and I aren't afraid of those Sarkaz."

"Being careless is never a good thing."

Outcast's expression turned serious as he reminded them, "See those Sarkaz? Those aren't ordinary mercenaries; they're the Court Guard sent by Theresis."

"These are all Kazdel's regular troops, much stronger than ordinary Sarkaz mercenaries."

"It's okay, even if my sister and I can't handle it, we still have our boss."

After saying that, Lemuen turned to look at Han Fei and smiled brightly, "Right, boss?"

Outcast clearly captured the trust in Lemuen's words; it wasn't just a subordinate's flattery of their boss, but more like a heartfelt, unconditional trust.

This made Outcast take another look at Han Fei.

--Well-equipped, handsome, and doesn't seem like a law-abiding fellow.

This was Han Fei's first impression of Outcast.

"You really think highly of me."

Han Fei smiled and strode forward, standing between the sisters. He extended his hand and said, "Hello, Ms. Outcast, I'm Han Fei, their boss."

"Hello."

Outcast briefly shook hands with Han Fei, then quickly separated. "So, you're going to find Theresa now, is that right?"

I guess so.

Han Fei nodded slightly. He would definitely go see Theresa, but before that, he could also do some research on the Babel.

"I guess so?"

Outcast raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself, "Yes or no, what do you mean by 'maybe'?"

Before Han Fei could explain, Lemuen raised her hand like a schoolchild, "Boss, and Ms. Outcast, can I go search for the loot?"

Outcast glanced at Lemuen, and her empathy told her that Lemuen was somewhat excited.

This puzzled Outcast even more; what was so exciting about collecting loot?

Not understand.

Outcast didn't mind; she wasn't planning on collecting loot for the time being, so she nodded and said, "Go ahead."

"Yeah!"

Lemuen immediately ran over happily and squatted down next to the corpses.

Outcast's gaze followed Lemuen's, and he said, "What a lively little girl."

"She's always been very energetic," Han Fei agreed.

Outcast withdrew his gaze and returned it to Han Fei's face, saying, "They left Laterano because of you, right?"

"Ah, I guess so."

Han Fei nodded. "It's because of some other things."

Outcast smiled but didn't say anything.

She was quite old; although she wasn't dizzy and could still hold a gun, the years had turned her hair white and added many wrinkles to her face.

But the years bring not only physical aging, but also richer experiences.

She immediately noticed that the pink-haired girl and the Lupo girl's gazes towards him weren't entirely innocent.

It's not simply a subordinate's perspective on their boss; there's something else involved.

But this has nothing to do with her, and she has no intention of interfering in the private lives of young people.

Suddenly, Lemuen exclaimed, "Wow, what a rich Sarkaz!"

"What's the matter?"

Han Fei looked in the direction of the sound and wondered what kind of treasure it was.

"Blue bullets!"

Lemuen didn't even look up as she said, "Those Sarkaz mercenaries before were all green."

Han Fei then understood and said, "After all, it's the Court Guard."

It's not difficult to get some blue bullets back from the top-secret Brakkesh; there are quite a few AIs in the tower that carry blue bullets.

However, if we're really going to talk about it, it has to be Reese.

The leader's guard is really rich; everyone has level 4 ammo, and they can easily rack up bullets.

Even without cards or big red coins, you can still earn some mille coins just by using these bullets.

Outcast was somewhat surprised; she recognized all the words, so how did they become unfamiliar when put together?

Court Guard doesn't use guns, so where did he get the bullets?!

Seeing that Han Fei and the others looked calm, Outcast didn't ask any questions.

--Obviously, asking wouldn't get you an answer.

A short while later, Lemuen returned and said, "Nothing special, just some bullets. But surprisingly, there are blue bullets available for replenishment. I thought I had to buy them myself."

"That's normal, you just haven't been hitting it enough."

Han Fei ruffled Lemuen's hair. "The more you shoot, the more you'll find that blue bullets aren't hard to find."

As he spoke, Han Fei's mood was somewhat complicated.