Didn't They Say Delta Force? How Did It Turn into Arknights?

Only then did the Emperor's Blade shift his gaze from Talulah's face to Han Fei. "A Yanese?"

"So what if I am?"

A Bizon appeared out of thin air in Han Fei's hand. He glared at the Blade with hostility, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

"Hiss... Haa..."

The Emperor's Blade's voice came through his mask, somewhat hoarse. "Why is a Yanese with the duke's daughter?"

What's It to You?

Han Fei shot him a glance, then lowered his head to look at Semyon. "I'll take him for emergency treatment first. Stall them for a bit."

"He..."

Talulah hesitated. In truth, she had already lost hope in the idea of saving him.

Although the Yeti Squad had "Yeti" in its name, its members were nothing more than ordinary Infected—ordinary people.

A normal person's heart had been pierced through by a spear. His heart was probably gone already. Could he really still be saved?

"I can't guarantee anything, but I'll do everything I can." Han Fei hoisted Semyon's body onto his shoulder.

Han Fei himself had no confidence either. In Delta Force, teammates who had been downed and then finished off still had one chance to be rescued.

But those were GTI Superhumans. Even if an AWM round blew through their heads, as long as they had not been finished off, they could be revived, use some medicine, and bounce right back. Semyon was not a GTI Superhuman. He was just an ordinary Infected.

"Go without worry. Leave the rest to us," FrostNova said seriously.

Her fury was plain to see. The Yeti Squad was FrostNova's family, and now one of her family had been injured like this right in front of her. She wanted nothing more than to grind that Blade's bones to dust.

"Then I'll be going first," Han Fei said. "Remember this—don't be afraid of the Blades."

The Emperor's Blades drew their power from the fragments of demons inside them, and they had an extremely vile killing move: using their enemies' fear to kill them.

Once someone developed intense fear because of a Blade's appearance or reputation, the Blade could use that fear to make a weapon formed of energy—the black spear—appear directly inside the enemy's body, piercing through them and causing casualties.

Once such a technique took effect, forget ordinary people—even legends like Patriot would have no time to react.

After all, who could defend against a blade piercing outward from inside their own body?

Semyon had died on the spot because he did not know this. The spear had gone straight through his heart.

Time was pressing, and Han Fei had no time to explain in detail. But he knew Talulah understood the Blades. With that one reminder, Talulah would naturally warn FrostNova.

As for Han Fei, he needed to take Semyon somewhere far from the Blades for treatment. Otherwise, if Semyon got back up and saw a Blade again, the fright in his heart would make him suffer the same fate.

"Hiss... Haa..."

The Blade still stood where he was without moving. His scarlet pupils beneath the mask settled on Han Fei. "Yanese, do you know what kind of being you face? Insolence will do you no good."

Han Fei glanced at the Blade. He could not even be bothered to speak, merely raising his free left hand and giving him the middle finger.

"Are you provoking me?"

A vicious gleam flashed through the Blade's eyes. "Where do you think you can go? Look behind you, Yanese."

Hearing that, Han Fei instinctively looked behind him. About thirty paces away stood another Emperor's Blade in a black trench coat.

The two of them had Han Fei's group trapped between them, one in front and one behind.

"Two Blades? This just got troublesome."

Han Fei's expression darkened. Talulah and FrostNova were nowhere near as powerful as they would be in the later Arknights main story. Together, they should have little trouble handling one Blade, but facing two at the same time would be difficult.

As the saying went, going dark gave you a thirty percent boost. Talulah after her fall was on an entirely different level from her current self.

Worse still, with the Blades right in front of them, Han Fei could not even try to save Semyon. Even if he really could revive him, in this situation, it would only mean Semyon died a second time.

Unless Semyon could overcome his fear of the Blades, reviving him would still lead only to death.

The question was, could Semyon, who had just died at a Blade's hands, truly overcome his fear of them?

Han Fei did not dare test it. If Semyon was revived while still gripped by fear, then died again, he would completely lose his eligibility for rescue according to Delta Force's rules.

With that in mind, Han Fei said, "We need to find a way to call for help."

In their current situation, the only way out was to call people over—call Patriot here.

"But we don't have communicators. We can't contact them," Talulah said with a frown.

The Reunion Movement was still in its infancy. They did not possess high-tech equipment like communicators. Normally, messages were delivered by runners in person.

"Then let me try."

Han Fei set Semyon down, raised his hand to load a triple grenade launcher, and fired one triple grenade shot at the Blade in front of him.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

The three grenades arced through the air. The Emperor's Blade only glanced at them before flashing aside from their landing points.

The triple grenade launcher was reasonably fast in the game, but on Terra, against a top-tier fighter like an Emperor's Blade, its projectile speed was not nearly enough.

The grenades were dodged, but Han Fei was not upset. He raised his hand and fired another triple grenade shot.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Golden grenades struck the ground, and the explosions threw up huge clouds of snow. Their thunderous roar startled countless birds into flight.

All six grenades had failed to land an effective hit. The Blade could not help looking down on Han Fei. "If that is all you can do, you might as well surrender and let me cut off your mouth and nose."

"If you've got the skill, come do it." Han Fei sneered.

He had not fired those grenades to land effective hits. He had fired them so Patriot in the village would hear the noise and come to their aid.

After all, explosions carried much farther than gunshots. A few shots might not reach the village, but the sound of explosions definitely would.

The Blade said nothing. He raised a hand as if grasping at empty air, and a spear formed from energy appeared in his grip.

"Your opponent is me!"

Crimson flames appeared around Talulah out of nowhere. The snow and ice beneath her feet rapidly melted, sending mist curling upward.

Talulah flashed forward, charging up to the Blade in a single step. Her flaming sword came down in a heavy slash.

Clang!

Sword and spear collided with a crisp ring.

The Blade did not move an inch, as imposing as a mountain. His scarlet eyes stared directly at Talulah. "Duke's daughter, you have great potential. But right now, you have only potential."

The moment he finished speaking, the Blade flicked his wrist. Ripples from the black spear swept up great sheets of snow, and Talulah was sent flying backward like a kite with its string cut. Her boots carved two scorched furrows through the snow.

"Talulah."

FrostNova stepped forward and caught Talulah. "Are you all right?"

"I'm fine."

Talulah steadied herself again, her eyes locked onto the Blade ahead. "I'll make you pay for your arrogance."

"You cannot, not by yourself."

The Blade's answer was short and calm. It sounded arrogant enough, yet there was not the slightest trace of such emotion in him.

It was as though he were merely stating a fact.

Talulah gritted her teeth. "Yelena, we attack together."

"Fine."

The instant FrostNova answered, the frost flowers at her temples burst into icy mist.

Her arts of extreme cold surged around her as though out of control. Within ten meters, the curtain of falling snow abruptly froze in midair, every snowflake reflecting the afterimage of the Blade's black robe.

Even the Normal Mode Has Reds?

Watching the two women stand side by side, ice and fire together, Han Fei silently pulled out the Hormone Gun.

Pew, pew. Two hormone syringes accurately struck FrostNova and Talulah respectively.

Buff up before a fight. That was what a qualified doctor should do.

Han Fei put away the Hormone Gun, switched back to the Bizon, and turned to face the Blade behind him.

From the moment that Blade had appeared until now, he had not merely remained silent—he had not moved even once.

Anyone unaware of the situation might have thought someone had draped a trench coat over a scarecrow for fun.

Han Fei knew perfectly well that the Blade was not moving not because he could not. He simply believed his colleague was enough to handle the current situation, making it unnecessary for him to act.

That was the confidence of the Emperor's Blades.

As Ursus's top combatants, they did indeed have the right to be confident.

But it also gave Han Fei an opportunity—an opportunity to defeat them one at a time.

The Blades were troublesome. They carried fragments of demons within their bodies, the source of their power and the reason they were so disgusting to deal with.

When fighting a Blade, one could not break its armor. The light armor they wore was not just protective gear; it was also a stabilizer that suppressed the demon fragments in their bodies.

Once the armor was broken, those fragments might come into contact with reality, triggering a chain of irreversible disasters.

But the good news was that Han Fei was quite skilled at killing enemies without damaging their armor.

Even if all he had in hand right now was a Bizon.

"Since it's come to this, flower, come forth!"

A golden rose appeared in Han Fei's palm, and he crushed it into powder.

His powered exoskeleton fully activated, and Han Fei raised the Bizon and started circling around to the Blade's back.

The creak of hydraulics echoed across the battlefield, but no one had the leisure to pay attention to Han Fei.

At the front, ice and fire representing the two women intertwined before the Emperor's Blade. Even against the combined assault of FrostNova and Talulah, the Blade wielded only a single spear and still appeared completely at ease.

Han Fei did not hold back. The moment a slide-jump carried him successfully behind the Blade, he immediately unleashed fire from the Bizon at the Blade's left heel.

Rat-a-tat-tat! A string of white rounds tore through the Blade's trouser cuff and struck his lower leg with precision.

"Hm?"

The Blade turned to look, only to see Han Fei crouching some distance behind him, continuously pouring fire into him.

"Annoying little rat."

The Blade was somewhat displeased. He swung his spear, intending to teach Han Fei a lesson.

"Where are you looking?!"

Talulah's voice rang out the instant the Blade turned. Her flaming sword was almost upon his left waist.

Clang!

Another clash of metal rang out. With a sweep of his spear, the Blade knocked Talulah's sword aside. His voice was hoarse. "Duke's daughter, the two of you cannot hurt me."

"Is that so? Then look behind you."

Han Fei's voice came from behind him, drawing the Blade's head around.

The next second, the Blade saw a Spinning Blade flying toward his legs.

His years of battle experience became instinct in that instant. The Blade reflexively used his spear to knock the Spinning Blade away.

But it did nothing.

The moment the Spinning Blade touched the spear, it exploded, releasing countless small blades that sliced through the Blade's legs.

Red light flared brightly across the Blade's face. In a hoarse voice, he said, "Yanese, I will cut off your mouth and nose and hang you from a tree."

With that, he lunged before Han Fei in a single step, raising his spear high to drive it down.

"You dare!"

FrostNova shouted as she and Talulah pressed forward at the same time.

The Blade instinctively turned to meet them.

Yet that turn gave Han Fei an opportunity.

Han Fei had originally planned to use this chance to pull away from the Blade before looking for another chance to shoot his feet, but when the Blade turned, an interesting option suddenly appeared before his eyes.

[Execution]

"Eh?"