The ironclad warriors carried no valuable spoils, not even personal items. Qian Ye didn’t spare a glance at the corpses and immediately dashed into the ruins, vanishing without a trace.
At this moment, fires blazed throughout the city, and the sounds of gunfire never ceased. After all the ironclad warriors had surged into the city, the enemy’s airships finally made their move, dropping tens of thousands of troops who fiercely charged into LinGang City.
However, when a battalion from the Empire, one capable of deciding the outcome of the battle, entered the fray, it did not change the situation but instead made it more entangled. There were still many civilians in LinGang City, but after receiving distributed weapons, all of them became fighters—qualified ones. They had no effective way to deal with the ironclad warriors, but the ordinary troops that followed were right up their alley.
Qian Ye moved like a wraith, prowling through the city, continuously reaping the lives of the ironclad warriors. In this complex environment, his method of striking at the lower abdomen was nearly unresolvable. One by one, the ironclad warriors fell under his relentless assault.
After felling another ironclad warrior, Qian Ye reached out for ammunition out of habit. But when his hand extended, it was empty. Only then did he realize that the fifty rounds left by the old man had all been expended. These bullets, inspired by gunpowder weapons, were driven by gunpowder and used Origin Power to harm enemies. The advantage was that very little Origin Power was consumed with each shot, yet the power remained undiminished. Otherwise, given his current Origin Power, Qian Ye could not afford to fire a seventh-grade gun fifty times in a row.
With a sigh, Qian Ye stowed the hot Origin Power gun into Anduva’s spatial pocket, drew Dong Yue, and continued his hunt for the ironclad warriors.
There were far too many ironclad warriors in the city; within his sensing range, there were at least seven or eight. Qian Ye strode forward, crashing through two walls, and appeared behind one of the ironclad warriors. He then swung Dong Yue, slicing off the two rear legs of the warrior.
The ironclad warrior roared loudly, using its front legs to drag itself, turning to find Qian Ye. Qian Ye shook his head inwardly; such an enemy was truly tenacious. Aside from the abdomen, there seemed to be no other weak points. No matter where they were injured, they could still fight, their vitality unusually stubborn.
Qian Ye swung Dong Yue again, cutting the ironclad warrior in half, finally killing it.
Remembering how many ironclad warriors had been crushed under his domain, Qian Ye felt a flash of inspiration. He appeared beside another ironclad warrior, circling around it in an instant, severing all four of its legs. The ironclad warrior fell to the ground, unable to move no matter how it roared. Blood quickly pooled beneath it, and it seemed it wouldn’t last much longer.
With a practical tactic, Qian Ye moved like the wind, and one by one, the ironclad warriors crumpled to the ground, struggling in vain.
Within moments, dozens of ironclad warriors had fallen before Qian Ye. Since the battle began, at least a hundred ironclad warriors had perished because of him.
Qian Ye had no intention of stopping. He followed another ironclad warrior around the corner. Just as he was about to pounce and slice off its legs, a sudden sense of danger struck him, and he rolled to the side, dodging out of the way.
At the other end of the long street stood a strange girl. She was clad in heavy armor, with auxiliary force mechanisms at her joints, and a large metal backpack on her back, constantly expelling clouds of steam.
She had a delicate appearance, but she held a shockingly large multi-barrel Gatling cannon. Its unique shape indicated it was a special model. Such a Gatling cannon was usually mounted on airships for ground suppression, or even used in aerial combat. But now, she held it in her hand, pointing it at the ironclad warrior, and the barrels began to spin rapidly.
Sensing trouble, Qian Ye exerted a slight effort, squeezing through the wall to hide inside a building. Sure enough, the Gatling cannon roared, streams of fire streaking down the long street, lashing viciously at the ironclad warrior in a spectacular display. No matter how tough the ironclad warrior’s hide, it couldn’t withstand the onslaught of a high-caliber Gatling cannon. In no time, it was forced back, retreating step by step.
Perhaps, in its limited intelligence, it didn’t understand the concept of retreat. It planted its four feet on the ground, charging forward despite the streams of fire. This action only exposed it further to the Gatling cannon’s fury. The girl’s shooting skills were superb; the fire almost formed a single beam, all hitting the ironclad warrior, none missing their mark.
After ten full seconds of bombardment, the ironclad warrior’s chest plate and helmet were completely shattered, and it fell backwards, unable to even roar before death.
The Gatling cannon finally ceased its roar. Cheers erupted on the street, and someone shouted, “The eighth one! Miss Qing Yue, you’re amazing!”
Someone else called out in Qian Ye’s direction, “Hey, friend over there, no need to hide! The monster is dead. Come join us and help Miss Qing Yue kill the ninth one.”
“Right, you can’t do much alone anyway,” someone else chimed in.
Qian Ye couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. He had merely concealed his aura, not his form. Ironclad warriors had limited vision, so he hadn’t expected to be spotted by the crowd.
But protecting this Qing Yue to hunt ironclad warriors?
Since the start of the battle, not much time had passed. Eliminating nine ironclad warriors was already a remarkable feat. But the number of ironclad warriors killed by Qian Ye was not just nine; it was probably over a hundred. If he followed Qing Yue, LinGang City would likely fall.
Qian Ye decided not to show himself. Even if these people found him, they wouldn’t dare act alone. If they had the courage, they would have gone after the ironclad warriors themselves, rather than gathering here to “protect” Qing Yue.
Just then, a cry of alarm rose from the crowd as another ironclad warrior charged out.
Qian Ye turned his head, looking in the direction the sniper bullet had come from, but saw only a graceful figure disappearing into the distance. She had fired and turned away, not even bothering to check the result.
Watching her depart, Qian Ye let go of his faint disappointment, leaping up and jumping into the neighboring street.
Only then did Qing Yue’s Gatling cannon reach the firing speed. This brief delay, which usually seemed insignificant, had already seen two dramatic struggles for the prey in front of her.
And the prey, originally, should have been hers.
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