Free Web NovelChapter 794: Chapter 703: New Nara City Speedrun Record (5)
"What’s happening outside?"
Inside the new TV tower, Yun Que questioned aloud.
In the control room, the staff exchanged glances, unable to provide an answer.
"Damn it, a bunch of useless people!"
Yun Que clicked his tongue and directly communicated with the Mountain Crow family.
The figure of Mountain Crow appeared, his face more weathered and mature. The moment he saw Yun Que, Mountain Crow was visibly stunned, especially when he guessed the other party’s location and the recent military action.
"Mountain Crow, listen to me." Yun Que’s tone was urgent, "Immediately transfer the Fourth Self-Defense Brigade to me, the gangs in New Nara City are uprising!"
Seeing the man’s hesitant expression, Yun Que pounded the table forcefully: "Didn’t you hear me!?"
"But I see our main house is sending troops to New Nara City, is something happening?"
"I told you, it’s the gangs uprising!" Yun Que roared, "Just hand over command to me, you don’t need to do anything else, I just need a brigade!"
"Yun Que, you know I can’t do that." Mountain Crow’s voice was calm and hoarse. "Don’t take me for a fool, either explain clearly or end the contact."
"We’ve been friends for so many years, you should know my way of doing things well."
Yun Que was taken aback, his heated mind gradually cooled down.
This all happened so suddenly, his body...
A sweetness surged in his throat, Yun Que covered his mouth and coughed a few times, the bright red came into view, piercing the young man’s pupils like a needle.
Noticing the already sickly complexion of the young man grow even paler, Mountain Crow, who had already perceived it, gulped, paused momentarily in silence.
"Mountain Crow." Yun Que’s voice weakened, the white collar of his shirt stained with blood.
"I don’t have long to live, I’m about to die..."
"Just as an old friend’s last request, let me leave, I don’t want to die here."
Hearing this answer, even though he already knew, Mountain Crow couldn’t help feeling a deep melancholy spreading in his heart, adding more lines of wear and tear to his weathered face.
Yes, he had known for a long time.
As early as in the Nightmare City military district, whether it was the sudden attack by the Insect Race on the base, or the young man’s trembling hand at the end, everything was a premonition.
The other party couldn’t be separated from the ’sense of family.’
In the old days, Yun Que had accumulated numerous hidden illnesses from long-term battles, suppressed only by the ice-cold physical condition of the Heart Flow.
For many years, his body had been hollowed out by various ailments, and as time passed, he could no longer suppress these hidden illnesses. The young man’s life had reached its end, arriving at the end of a barren wasteland.
"I’ll disappear alone, never to return." Yun Que said softly
"Yun Que." Mountain Crow asked, his voice slightly trembling,
"Can you tell me, why..."
"Why are you here?"
"How many more..."
The melancholy spreading in his heart made Mountain Crow’s voice fluctuate, he almost roared the last words:
"Syndicates like you!"
A bone-chilling wind blew between the two, dispersing the past friendship, pushing them to opposing sides until death.
After a long silence, Yun Que spoke almost coldly: "I’m not a Syndicate."
With that, the young man ended the communication, leaning against the wall to keep himself from collapsing.
A few staff members stepped forward, trying to support the young man but were pushed away.
"They haven’t broken in yet, have they?"
"No, they’ve already stormed inside the building..." a staff member stammered at Yun Que’s icy cold gaze, "What are we even doing?"
"This has nothing to do with you." Yun Que snorted lightly, his eyes betraying a hint of malice.
Realizing the danger, they tried to retreat. One of them had just turned when Yun Que grabbed his throat, fingers deeply penetrating his neck.
In the blink of an eye, the man was drained dry, his skin and flesh visibly collapsing.
"Ahhh!" The others erupted in terrified screams.
Yun Que flung the man’s body aside, a semblance of color on his face, but his gaze became even more vicious.
"Dark Gold Rose, you must know something!"
"Don’t think... you can kill me."
"No one can kill me!"
Thinking this, Yun Que staggered down the hallway, his shaky form suddenly undergoes a grotesque transformation, the right half of his chest swelling, countless flesh tendrils reaching out from torn skin, seeming to shriek.
"Have your people take me away." In the darkness, Yun Que was speaking to someone, "I have no benefit from staying here to either of us."
"You’ve chosen to embrace the identity of the Insect Race?" Heidelberg’s impassive voice carried a mocking tone,
"Cut the crap!"
Yun Que struggled fiercely with the wild beast inside, roaring hoarsely.
"Patriarch Yun Que, did you know, I’ve always admired you."
Heidelberg rose like an actor at the curtain call, exceptionally calm as he looked over the world, below was a devastated city under the setting sun, yet he saw it as a stage; lights converged in unmanned spaces.
"I admire you, even though your instincts crave survival so much, even though the chance to live was always in your hands, you still resisted this instinct. Like a warrior battling fate in ’Moriarty of the Snow Country.’"
"Fuck you!" Yun Que uttered each word with difficulty.
Forcing himself to endure the excruciating pain of his muscles tearing every second, his shadow bulged, distorted, and warped against the wall.
"Either save me or die together!"
"You misunderstood."
Heidelberg opened his arms, finally embracing this brilliantly sunlit world he still held dear.
"Our ending is already determined, *Solomon* won’t let us go."
"For an actor, the most tragic thing is to be forced to exit before even stepping onto the stage, even if exiting, would still be hidden by the stage’s curtain."
"I’ll wait for you in another world."
The actor ascended along the strings of fate, manipulating his limbs, completing each step of this performance, ultimately crashing heavily onto the stage. Heidelberg ended his life absurdly.
"Damn, damn, damn!"
The tendrils of the Insect Race erupted from his right arm, chaotically dancing, Yun Que could no longer distinguish if the screams were his own or a beast’s.
"A bunch of unreasonable lunatics, idiots!"
"No one can kill... me!"
Yun Que stumbled to the rooftop, blinded by the piercing white light of the helicopter.
A red-haired girl awaited him long, her twin tails fluttering, and the latest series of Demon Hunter Girl’s combat suit suggested she came prepared.
"Where’s Dark Gold Rose?" Yun Que roared hoarsely, "I want to see her, have her come see me!"
"I need to know what she really saw!"
Chichu Chun lightly shook her head, keeping her upright posture, the transformation of the Undead Armament complete; the black-purple Heavy Sword in her grip.
She watched Yun Que’s agonizing struggle silently, the past happy laughter under autumn leaves seemed like yesterday.
As a child, she naively and cheerfully rode on the young man’s shoulders, seeing a world of golden splendor; she once thought this world was infinitely vast, as long as she was willing, she could explore forever.
The gentle figure of yesteryears had now turned into an ugly, bloodshot-eyed monster.
Lurking among the five families of Chichu, the largest Syndicate.
Special Action Teams descending one after another were like silent spectators in a judgment performance, even knowing the target was the Patriarch of the Yun Que family, they treated him with the same tactical stance as any high-risk target.
Yun Que suddenly burst into mad laughter, the bloated flesh on the outside suddenly restrained back inside, a white robe manifested, and a chilling aura exploded outward.
"Demon Hunter Girl, what a resonant title."
Yun Que scrutinized the girl, his momentum reaching its pinnacle, the Heavy Sword of Aonomaru Yatetsu drawn, pointed directly at Chichu Chun’s face.
"Xiaochun, show me your improvement."
"Don’t disappoint me."
