radicalducati Chapter 533 The Wolf Riders Make Their Move
Chapter 533 The Wolf Riders Make Their Move
Leisen's pupils contracted to their limit, the cold, scarlet laser dots like the seal of death, about to be branded onto him. He could feel the cultist's will to pull the trigger piercing through the chaotic air, striking his nerves.
Just then.
A barrier made of pure energy rose up in front of him without warning.
The fatal laser points, upon touching the barrier, were instantly distorted and annihilated, like waves crashing against an invisible reef.
Then, an even more shocking sight appeared!
A tall figure appeared out of thin air, as if teleporting, between Leisen and the onrushing storm of death.
He had his back to Leisen, blocking all the gun barrels and his scarlet prosthetic eye.
Without warning or any unnecessary movements, the moment Tang Zijun landed, a dazzling stream of light was summoned from the void, instantly encircling his waist and condensing into a belt with an extremely futuristic design and geometric beauty.
At the core of the belt, a rhombus-shaped energy crystal burst forth with a dazzling azure light.
"Transform!"
Tang Zijun's voice was not loud, but it carried a chilling quality that pierced the soul.
[The power is hidden beneath the mask!]
A deep, rumbling sound, like an engine starting up, was followed by a burst of high-pitched, rapid electronic sound effects.
The blinding stream of light, so intense it caused temporary blindness, was like a raging waterfall, instantly engulfing Tang Zijun's figure completely.
The light was not simply a bright light, but was composed of countless high-speed flowing and combining data streams and energy matrices. They were like living liquid metal, reorganizing and covering Tang Zijun's body surface at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.
The light was fleeting!
The figure standing in place was no longer the one wrapped in a tattered robe; instead, it was a being clad in flowing black and silver armor.
[Wolf Rider!]
And the moment he appeared was precisely the instant that the out-of-control rocket came hurtling towards him!
After completing his transformation, Tang Zijun didn't even glance back at Leisen behind him. Instead, with an overwhelming composure, he raised his armored right arm.
call! !
The rocket crashed into the shield, but the expected massive explosion did not occur. The violent chemical energy impact and metal fragments vanished without a trace, leaving only a ring of transparent energy ripples spreading across the shield before disappearing completely.
This unbelievable scene caused even the highly trained "Purifiers," whose emotions had been almost completely erased, to freeze for a second in their scarlet electronic prosthetic eyes.
Data streams frantically filled their cold processors, attempting to decipher this existence that was completely beyond logic.
Their attack didn't stop; dense pulse beams of light, like a blue web of death, once again enveloped Tang Zijun's figure. However...
Tang Zijun made a move!
There was no dodging, no blocking.
Like a lone wolf hunting its prey, he stomped his feet hard against the dense blue beams of light.
With a "crack," a clear dent was instantly created in the metal mesh floor beneath his feet, and he transformed into a silver lightning bolt that tore through the air.
The pulse beams that had been precisely locked onto him intertwined into a net behind him, but could only futilely capture the afterimages he left behind, which were as solid as physical images. The battlefield situation was completely reversed at this moment!
Tang Zijun was well aware of the consequences of her transformation here; the gods of the era would instantly lock onto her presence and react accordingly.
But at this moment, he no longer needed to think about so much. Now that he had confirmed that the City of Glory was indeed the base of the Gods of the Epoch, all he wanted to do was wipe out everything here as soon as possible.
"Drink!"
A chilling battle cry erupted from beneath the knight's helmet, and his figure flashed like a ghost, instantly cutting into the middle of a three-man church fire support team. Fast! Too fast!
The cultist on the left had just raised his gun when a fist covered in silver armor slammed into his breastplate with a sonic boom that tore through the air. Clang!
A sickening metallic cracking sound rang out, and the hard ceramic insert, along with the ribs below, instantly caved in.
The believer was like someone hit by a high-speed train, his whole body arched like a shrimp, spitting blood as he flew backward, crashing hard against the wall of an oil tank in the distance, before sliding softly to the ground.
The cultist on the right reacted slightly faster, attempting to block with the butt of his gun, but Tang Zijun's left leg, like a battle axe, left a blue afterimage as he delivered a fierce spinning kick.
boom!
The butt of the gun, along with the cultist's arm holding the gun, was kicked to pieces by an immense force. The cultist let out a scream that was not human, and his body was spun and flew out by the enormous force, knocking down another accomplice who was about to shoot.
The cult leader in the middle watched in horror as his two companions were instantly crippled. His crimson prosthetic eye flashed wildly, trying to lock onto the blurry figure that was moving so fast it was almost invisible.
He made the right choice: abandon his rifle and reach for the high-explosive grenade at his waist, even if it meant certain death.
But Tang Zijun was faster. The instant his fingers touched the grenade's pin, the knight appeared in front of him as if by teleportation. His armored right hand, like a steel clamp, precisely gripped Tang Zijun's wrist as he pulled the grenade.
Crack!
The sound of wrist bones shattering was clearly audible, and the cultist's screams were abruptly choked back.
Tang Zijun stared at him coldly through her mask, devoid of any emotion. With her other hand, she moved with lightning speed, delivering a vicious chop to his neck.
The three-man team was wiped out in the blink of an eye.
Lesen leaned against the scorching oil tank wall, his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly agape, almost forgetting to breathe and the excruciating pain in his legs.
Staring blankly at the silver figure that seemed like a god of war rampaging through the enemy ranks, this was the first time he had witnessed the power Tang Zijun had displayed. Watching those arrogant church elites being easily torn apart like chickens and dogs... his mind went blank, leaving only one thought roaring wildly.
What the hell is this X thing?!
"Lesen, go find Zorin, she'll tell you what to do next!"
Without pausing, Tang Zijun moved his feet and suddenly performed a Z-shaped leap, dodging several incoming energy beams as if dancing. He twisted his body in mid-air, and a silver shotgun suddenly appeared in his right hand.
boom!
Countless condensed energy bullets were fired with precision, as if they had eyes, blasting two cultists operating heavy breaching machines in the distance into fireballs along with their equipment.
He landed, rolled, and got up again, performing a series of fluid movements before lunging at the group of church members once more.
Each movement left a trail of silver afterimages, and each strike was precise and deadly.
Fists, elbows, knees... every part of his body became the most terrifying weapon. His armor sparked amidst the hail of bullets, yet it could not harm the semicolon.
One cultist who tried to interfere with him using a mental suppression field was blown away by Tang Zijun with a single shot as soon as the device was raised. Another cultist who was hiding behind cover and trying to launch a sneak attack with a shoulder-fired antimatter hand cannon was hit in mid-air by Tang Zijun's seemingly ordinary knight kick.
Amidst the deafening explosion and flames, only twisted metal fragments flew everywhere!
The silver figure, like the Grim Reaper, swept through the chaotic white cultists. Wherever it passed, the cultists fell like harvested straw. Explosions and the sound of metal shattering mingled together, and at this moment, these sounds seemed to become a stirring accompaniment!
The "Dust Cleansers," who were originally like killing machines, had their formation completely disrupted, and their firepower seemed so fragile in the face of the suddenly appearing silver figure.
The crimson prosthetic eye could only scan elusive afterimages and the continuous fall of its companions. A cold, chaotic flow of data called fear began to frantically emerge in these modified processors for the first time.
On the other side, Leisen was quick to act as well. After hearing Tang Zijun's words, he immediately took off running and rushed out in the direction that Hawke and the other two had left.
Compared to the chaos inside the lair, the outside was clearly more dangerous. The church's army couldn't possibly all rush in at once; their main force was already fighting the old chimney's men outside.
According to the original plan and with their firepower, it was only a matter of time before they took down these underground thugs, but Tang Zijun's appearance obviously disrupted everything.
A large number of "Dust Cleansers" have already retreated and headed into the lair, because Tang Zijun has started killing his way out from the inside, and no one can stop him.
Leisen casually tossed aside the hot gun and was about to rush towards where Yedi and Suolin had been when he caught a glimpse of Yedi in a corner not far away.
"You, what are you doing here!?" Leisen rushed to them, then glanced back at the chaos behind him. This place was far too close to the battlefield.
"Lord Tang Zijun said you'd see this place as soon as you came out." Yedi was also terrified, but she still clenched her little fists tightly. "Alright, stop talking about that." Suolin interrupted Leisen, who was about to say something, and glared at him. "We can't stay here any longer. Find us a safe place first!"
"What about Tang Zijun?" Yedi couldn't help but ask.
"Instead of worrying about him, you should worry about yourselves. Besides, with his fighting prowess, these guys are no match for him." Zorin turned to look at Rayson. "Let's get going."
However, Leisen did not react at all. His gaze was fixed on the direction of the battlefield—in the midst of the chaos, a woman in black was silently observing everything, as if it had nothing to do with her.
"What are you looking at?" Zolin frowned.
"No, it's nothing."
Leisen opened his mouth, then looked again, only to find that the woman had vanished without a trace, as if she had never been there at all. Composing himself, he shook his head slightly to clear his mind, then scooped up Suolin in his arms, carrying Yedi in his other hand, and set off in one direction.