A Vulpo Girl's Life as a Rhodes Island Operator

There were drawbacks as well.

Once she adopted this close-combat mode, Fengling was essentially maintaining an Originium Art that demanded intense concentration at all times. At the same time, she lost her capabilities as a Caster and could not use any other Originium Arts.

Furthermore, it had limited lethality against enemies covered head to toe in high-quality heavy armor.

At least within Fengling's experience, armor as absurdly heavy as Patriot's was simply beyond consideration for now.

The solution was simple enough: improve Fengling's Originium Arts. As long as she could compress the airflow further and make the tips of the circulating currents smaller, their power would naturally increase as well.

That was not something that could explosively improve in a short time. She could only take it slowly.

And none of that had anything to do with the enemies whose lives Fengling was about to reap.

"Ahhh!! Didn't he tell you?! He gave you the information you wanted, and you still killed him!!"

Fengling's decision to kill despite receiving the information completely ignited the last remnants of madness in these people.

And Fengling was equally full of rage when facing them.

They were merely scattered remnants. With Fengling already on guard, they posed no threat to her at all.

After what they had done to Fengling, the two sides had already been fated to fight to the death.

Having obtained the information she needed, Fengling did not even want to say another word to those people.

Facing the enemies who had completely gone mad and swung their weapons at her without leaving themselves a way out, Fengling focused her attention.

Enemies who did not care about their lives deserved a little more caution.

No matter how strong her body was, Fengling had no desire to test blades against her own flesh.

Besides the enemies' attacks, all manner of curses and filthy insults continuously polluted Fengling's ears.

That sort of mental contamination was still effective against a young girl like Fengling.

At the very least, it made her angry once more.

"Ha... hah!"

With a sharp cry, Fengling seized an opening amid the final four attackers' encirclement and stabbed through one of them.

She immediately dispersed the Air Blade forming her weapon and created a protective Storm around herself, blocking a round of attacks.

Then she kicked one man away with all her strength.

Using the momentum, she flipped into the air, seized the neck of the person behind her, and twisted violently.

The man died on the spot.

For the final person, Fengling gripped the end of the War Club with both hands.

That posture did not resemble holding a staff.

It looked more like wielding a blade.

And it truly could be a blade.

A Miao saber made of Air Blades.

Fengling was not some genius proficient in every weapon under the sun.

She only needed to shape the right weapon at the right time.

—Then kill her enemies with the most basic motions.

Facing the stiff-bodied enemy, Fengling simply brought her blade down in a single slash, splitting open flesh and exposing bone while severing his carotid artery.

He was already doomed to die.

The enemy Fengling had kicked away with all her strength had been badly wounded, but not so badly that he would die from it.

Fengling slowly walked over.

By coincidence, he was the captain of that squad.

"You fucking bitch! I should've ripped off your clothes... ngh!!! Ngh!!!"

Fengling directly covered his mouth with one hand and squeezed hard. His cheekbone shattered instantly, and the pain prevented him from uttering any more filthy words.

"Shh... sir, please stop talking. It really makes me uncomfortable to listen to you."

Fengling closed one eye and held a finger before her lips with her other hand, signaling for silence.

After a moment when the air itself seemed to freeze.

The girl broke into wild laughter.

She was mocking him for still trying to take verbal advantage of Fengling with such words even now.

Grabbing his cheeks, she lifted his body high into the air.

"It's over."

A massive pillar of Storm rose with a roar, enveloping the enemy and lingering for a long time.

Within that Storm, beneath the relentless barrage of countless Air Blades, the enemy's life slowly faded away.

Fengling, Officially Recorded

Though battle cries rang out everywhere in the distance.

The area around Fengling had become as silent as an uninhabited wasteland.

Apart from a few enemies who had sensed something was wrong and scattered to flee, all the rest had been wiped out by Fengling.

Fengling glanced back at the corpses strewn across the ground.

Then she turned and left.

Having just gone through a slaughter, Fengling temporarily had no mood for her usual antics.

"Talulah, I've identified the reason for the attack. It was launched by that duke of the Third Army. They appear to have around two thousand men. I've eliminated one squad here, but a few got away."

Through the radio, Fengling reported the information she had obtained.

But there was no response from the other end.

The battle was pressing, so it was normal that Talulah had no time to respond.

And Fengling had to hurry to the warehouse Talulah had mentioned.

Most of the people without combat capability were there. Without anyone defending it, it would be extremely dangerous.

After all, no one knew how many people had infiltrated the area.

Following Talulah's instructions, Fengling took advantage of the temporary lack of enemies nearby and hurried to the small house where Talulah lived, intending to use clothing to disguise her identity.

When she opened Talulah's wardrobe, aside from uniforms of a single style, there were only two or three Reunion Movement coats.

And they were all officer-grade.

Her time in the Reunion Movement had not been for nothing. Fengling had long since learned to distinguish those differences in appearance.

"Hmm... but there isn't even a single dress. Is Talulah really a girl?!"

Even as she grabbed clothes, Fengling could not resist making a small complaint.

Talulah's clothes were larger than Fengling's, after all, given the difference in their heights.

So Fengling could simply wear the coat over her outer layer and retie the belt.

"Ugh... my tail's all bloody and sticky."

Stabbing people with her tail had been satisfying in the moment. She had not thought much of it then, but now that her fur was clumped together, Fengling naturally felt uncomfortable.

But given the circumstances, she could only endure it.

She needed to rush to the warehouse immediately and help protect the people without combat ability.

Checking her equipment and tidying up the details.

Fengling's figure sped through the Reunion Movement settlement, racing along with the wind.

Meanwhile.

Talulah had run into quite a bit of trouble.

She had heard every piece of information Fengling had reported over the radio.

But at this moment, she truly had no opportunity to respond.

"These people came fully prepared!"

This was a premeditated attack.

Although the attackers did not seem particularly elite in terms of individual strength, the quality of their equipment was clearly not something a small local warlord should possess.

After Fengling's report came through, Talulah was no longer surprised.

"The Third Army... those damned old bastards!"

Talulah ground her teeth and spoke angrily.

A full circle of heavily armored soldiers had already surrounded her.

"You think this kind of encirclement can stop me?"

Traceless flames ignited beside the soldiers.

The battle was about to erupt.

But it would clearly take Talulah some time to deal with all these heavily armored enemies.

Not far away, the gleam of ice crystals flashed from time to time.

FrostNova and her squad had also fallen into a bitter battle.

"Boss, are you all right?"

The short blade in FrostNova's hand carried a streak of icy coldness, knocking over the enemy before her. She followed up with precise timing, driving the blade into his chest.

"Hah... I'm fine. Ever since I used the medicine Fengling brought, using Originium Arts has felt somewhat obstructed. But thanks to the medicine, changing my habits like this..." FrostNova wore an unhurried smile. "The burden on my body has actually become much lighter. At least I won't slip into a weakened state so easily anymore. Get moving, all of you. Don't expect me to casually use large-scale Originium Arts to help you anymore!"

"Got it!"

"Let's go!"

A relaxed atmosphere did not mean this battle itself was easy.

There were simply too many enemies to face.

And this time, the enemy had come prepared, making specific arrangements to deal with the Reunion Movement's elites.

Talulah and Patriot.

Even if killing them was practically impossible, as long as they could stall them long enough for the Reunion Movement's other living forces to be wiped out, that would naturally amount to victory.

Only, there had been a small unexpected development.

The enemy commander watched FrostNova's activity on the front lines, a faint unease growing in his heart.

He had prepared something for FrostNova as well.

But that arrangement was not here.

"That Reunion Movement leader shouldn't be foolish enough to leave the rear completely undefended. If hostages are taken, the Reunion Movement will collapse without a fight... What gives her the confidence to dare this?"

"Hmph... forget it for now. The infiltration squads should already be spread throughout their nest. As long as they catch someone, we've got this battle in the bag!"

The front line was currently in a stalemate—the Reunion Movement was outnumbered, but they held the advantage of terrain.

Besides, dealing with certain key figures in the Reunion Movement required paying a considerable price.

But in the enemy commander's eyes, this stalemate was an advantage.

"Oh, wait, wait! Let me see how long those rats in the rear can hide before they're caught."

And even if things did not go smoothly, this waiting would not continue forever.

The enemy commander glanced toward the rear behind him, concealed from view.

A protruding corner of black steel glinted coldly beneath the sunlight.

There were no fewer than six large Originium mortars.