The night in Sky Dome City remained prosperous.
In a corner visited by few, an elegant and quiet Hunter was silently conducting a hunt.
The blue-black armor fit her slender figure, with dark green light flowing along her movements, showcasing mechanical aesthetics without losing the carving of feminine curves.
The black skirt and armor overlapped, revealing the crossed carbon fiber straps and ghostly green fluorescent patterns on her legs.
Her figure was like a ghost traveling through the shadows.
Her long legs wrapped in black silk moved through the dark parts of the city, the sound of her blue-black high heels tapping the ground intertwining with the metallic footsteps of the mechanical hound into a deadly rhythm.
“Miss Kiana, why bother hiding any longer?
Return to Schicksal Headquarters with Rita.
It would be a good thing for you, for me, and for everyone in this city.” Schicksal S-rank Valkyrie Rita Rossweisse spoke with a smile.
She had intended to meet Gray Serpent, who uploaded the photo, but she didn’t expect Schicksal’s scouts to capture an image of “Kiana” and a blue-haired girl dining in a hotpot restaurant.
She had chased them non-stop, but they were very alert and ran here.
The terrain here was indeed suitable for hiding, but for Rita, who had dealt with humans for years, finding them was not difficult.
The Phantom Iron battlesuit she wore was highly integrated with the autonomous tracking weapon development code HD-603, scientifically named Carbon-based Hunter.
It issued commands to this steel hound via neural synchronization to conduct an endless pursuit of the enemy.
As long as the Herrscher of the Void didn’t come out, she had enough confidence to find and capture them.
Footsteps were heard.
Rita stopped and looked toward the direction of the sound with a smile.
The Carbon-based Hunter beside her also stopped, sitting obediently in place.
Slowly, she furrowed her beautiful brows.
Judging by the sound of the footsteps, it was a male about 1.8 meters tall, weighing between 75 to 80 kilograms.
This was clearly different from her target.
The distant neon lights became weak by the time they reached here.
Rita saw a pair of sneakers step out of the shadows first.
Then came a pair of straight legs.
The newcomer was indeed a male with a tall and well-proportioned figure, wearing casual clothes with a 0011 logo on the chest.
His facial features were as distinct as if drawn in a manga.
His sleeves were pulled up near his elbows, and the muscle lines on his exposed arms were well-defined, as if hiding explosive power.
A pair of sunglasses rested on the bridge of his nose, and his smile was flippant.
“It seems like quite the encounter.
This is the third time we’ve met, Miss Rita.
Of course, for you, it’s the first.” “Uninvited gentleman, could you tell me where those two beautiful girls went?
This is a lady’s request; could you please answer?
I would be most grateful.” No matter which Rita it was, that charming face always wore an impeccable smile, giving a good impression while maintaining a polite distance.
“Actually, I should be in a bright sunny afternoon, sitting at a table with a group of beautiful girls, enjoying a wonderful afternoon tea time.” Frez had no intention of answering.
He looked at his well-defined knuckles.
“But there’s too much to do today.
I’m just someone who loves to meddle.
Sigh, a fortune teller said when I was a kid that I’m destined for a life of toil.
My grandmother also said that people sometimes need to be a bit more cruel to live more comfortably.” “I don’t see it that way.
Because there are some things I just can’t stand to watch.
I’ve always been the type to do what I can, and if I can’t, then we’ll see.” Frez smiled.
“So, could you please go back?
The night is just right.
Why don’t you go back and enjoy a rare evening?
Or, if you want a date, I wouldn’t mind a fateful encounter with a great beauty like you.
I’ll pay for the room.” Rita gripped her scythe, ready for battle.
The Carbon-based Hunter beside her also began to take a stance.
Frez slowly pulled out a gas mask, making Rita’s eyelid twitch.
That gas mask even had the Schicksal logo on it.
According to her knowledge, it was the most effective kind.
The Carbon-based Hunter was equipped with neurotoxins that could spread through the air to incapacitate opponents.
The opponent was clearly well-prepared.
At this moment, Rita wondered if Lady Theresa had already found Miss Kiana and provided support for this man who suddenly appeared.
Was I set up?
“It seems your flirting skills aren’t very good.
Such talk will make girls dislike you.” The patterns on her armor lit up.
Rita’s figure moved like a phantom, and the Carbon-based Hunter followed.
The Gene Reaper in her hand swung up, its green blade glinting coldly.
As long as it caused a small cut and obtained a genetic sample of the target, it could decode all the opponent’s biological data and synchronously change the armor’s tactical mode.
At the same time, the Gene Reaper would specifically formulate the toxin ‘Avalanche’ based on the target’s genetic sequence to rapidly disintegrate the enemy’s flesh.
It could be said to be an armor dedicated to assassination, completely turning Rita into a Toxic Hunter who hunts alone in the dark.
Golden light gathered in Frez’s hand.
Rita saw Frez construct a golden pistol, causing her pupils to shrink involuntarily.
Judgment of Shamash!
Even though it was a Divine Key recorded in the archives, Rita understood exactly what kind of terrifying destructive power this sacred object, passed down through generations of the Kaslana family and born purely for destruction, possessed.
Her toes tapped the ground as she immediately dodged to the side.
At the same time, she tried to signal the Carbon-based Hunter to retreat via neural signals, but it was too late.
The tongue of fire spat from the muzzle instantly engulfed the body of the Carbon-based Hunter.
That power couldn’t be called a gun; it was a giant cannon hidden in a pistol’s shell.
The Carbon-based Hunter gave no further response.
Only a large crater and a few fragments remained on the spot.
“It seems you are much more dangerous than I imagined.
Has Mr.
Siegfried contacted you?
He was even willing to entrust his weapon to you.” “Who knows?
Miss Rita, for you to still be thinking about gathering intelligence at a time like this, you really are dedicated.” Frez’s fingers formed a seal.
“Miss Rita, do you know what a person’s brain becomes like after receiving a thousand years’ worth of junk information in an instant?
Today, I’ll tell you.
Domain Expansion: Unlimited Void!” Nothing happened.
The ground in front of Rita instantly exploded.
The flames spat by the Pseudo-Judgment of Shamash blasted Rita into a clumsy retreat.
The equipment gap was too large, and Rita couldn’t gain any advantage.
Her movements seemed to be completely seen through.
“The position is just right.
Also, look behind you.” Rita subconsciously looked back, but nothing happened.
However, behind her head, a spatial rift opened.
A fair little hand clutching a baseball bat, veins popping on the back of the hand, hit Rita’s occiput with a ‘Bang’.
Her vision went black, and Frez’s words rang out once more.
“I told you to watch your back.
See?
You’ve blundered.” At the very last moment, Rita saw a Damselette who looked similar to Kiana flying out of the space behind Frez with a mischievous grin.
“Despicable!”
Maybe it’s not a big deal now… maybe it will be later.
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”