Chapter 39: Commoners?

Yang Bo was ready to run. These guys’ bombs were definitely not normal. Their crazy faces made that pretty obvious.

Yang Bo had thought about using Invisibility to escape, but seeing the airtight defense setup outside, he could tell many experts were lurking around. Plus, they’d released some kind of dangerous material into the underground network.

To make it worse, there was fire suppressant foam everywhere…

“You, after installing the bombs, come up. We’re going to clear out the hidden ones below.”

“Yes, Captain.”

Yang Bo heard footsteps leaving. He quickly followed, but as soon as he peeked out, he saw someone pulling bombs from boxes. The bombs were about ten centimeters in diameter and twenty centimeters tall, shaped like a cylinder.

That person carried the bomb into a room. Yang Bo was ready to use the moment to slip away… but another guy came out from the opposite side, scaring Yang Bo into retreating.

Suddenly, a flash of laser crossed the doorway, followed by a thud.

“What happened?” a voice shouted from the hallway leading to the Control Center.

“Someone was hiding,” the man installing the bombs replied.

Yang Bo almost died on the spot. The next second, just as he was about to stand up, the installer stopped at the doorway, dragging the box.

Yang Bo and the man were now within arm’s reach. In a second, sparks flew from Yang Bo’s hands as he revealed himself. The man, who was bent over to grab the bomb, froze at the sight of a naked man…

A moment later, Yang Bo grabbed the man’s head with both hands. The guy twitched once, then fell silent.

Warship Repair +8!

A stream of information flowed into Yang Bo’s mind. In that instant, he understood that these people had snuck in, Camouflaged as warship maintenance workers.

Yang Bo removed the man’s helmet and found him thoroughly dead, with his hair singed.

After carefully examining the armor, he realized it wasn’t ordinary. Its functionality resembled that of gene warriors’ Energy Suit.

Gene warriors’ armor specialized in defense, similar to Earth police’s bulletproof vests. It could resist some small-scale energy weapon attacks.

“No chip, that’s a relief.” Yang Bo transformed to look like the dead man. With long blonde hair, he put the helmet on, stripping the man’s insides out to fit himself.

These guys definitely didn’t have Biological Chips; otherwise, it would’ve been easily traceable.

Yang Bo looked at his newly Camouflaged self, feeling no fear, only anticipation…

Bombs still needed to be set up. When Yang Bo returned, he saw his teammates driving out the hidden people. Some gene warriors, trying to resist, were blasted with laser guns. These men’s armors had high defense, but some still died. For the dead, their comrades sprayed some kind of liquid on the bodies, and the corpses vanished.

Yang Bo followed the group into the dome concert venue. Though it was packed with people, the silence was deafening. On the central stage, a red-haired guy was executing people.

“For your sins, there’s no forgiveness. I declare… execution.” About ten bodies had already been thrown from the stage. Yang Bo still didn’t know what was happening.

Then another person was decapitated.

At the concert, there were about twenty Mechas. Yang Bo realized with a start that they were Mechas from the exhibition. How did these people take control of them? And who exactly was this Red Earl? Who were they killing?

The red-haired man muttered some crazed stuff about ‘dawn,’ ‘darkness,’ ‘divine punishment,’ and a ‘messenger.’ Apparently, they thought of themselves as righteous knights, following the orders of some great figure to restore the glory of an empire.

Yang Bo was only thinking about escaping. These guys held so many hostages that the government didn’t dare act, but behind the scenes, the authorities were definitely up to something.

“One wrong move, and these people will be killed.”

Yang Bo was extremely anxious. Since he was part of this Extremist Organization now, he knew the government’s terrifying strength all too well. Combat Mechas, aerial and terrestrial fighters…

Even those sword-like weapons that used to appear on billboards.

“I hope I don’t end up dead at the government’s hands…”

“Damn it, these scumbags…” Yang Bo made sure the Mecha could be deployed at any moment.

At that moment, the ground shook twice. The red-haired man laughed arrogantly, “We’ve installed over 600 High-Radiation Bombs throughout this building. If you’ve got what it takes, trigger them all. When they go off, these lowly commoners will all die.”

Yang Bo froze. Commoners?

“These commoners living is a waste, a burden. They should turn into stinking muck and become fertilizer,” the red-haired man continued.

It dawned on Yang Bo—he was talking about the residents! Holy crap!

The radiation from High-Radiation Bombs was lethal to ordinary people. As for gene evolvers, it depended on the dose. Still, advanced tech or not, humans couldn’t detect all kinds of radiation across the galaxy. Some meteors, even visible to the naked eye, were impossible to track.

High-energy particles, cosmic storms… even the most advanced ships couldn’t survive. Humanity might look like it’s conquered the stars, but in reality… no one knows how much danger lurks in the dark expanse of space.

“Bastard.” Yang Bo wanted to shoot this scumbag in the head. So what if I’m a resident? You damned lackeys for the nobility!

“You guys, follow me,” the captain ordered. He pointed at Yang Bo and a few others, heading towards the central stage and moving down toward a passage below it.

Before entering, a massive shockwave blasted the group off their feet.

Yang Bo and the others quickly leaped up. The red-haired youth was still muttering to himself as a Mecha jumped into the passage and violently destroyed the underground entrance.

The space beneath the stage was large, at least ten meters high. A blue Mecha soared in, but in the next second, it flew out just as fast.

Yang Bo shivered as he saw his teammate crushed to death by the Mecha’s foot.

“Not good, there’s at least an A-level Ancient Martial Arts user in there,” the Mecha suddenly shouted.

“Haha! These fallen ancient martial artists can only become the lackeys of the rich and powerful,” the red-haired youth laughed, his Energy Suit glowing with flowing light as he turned into a silver flash and dashed in.

“Energy metal.” Yang Bo immediately recognized it. Armor made from energy metal could amplify energy output, but it was said to be incredibly expensive.

In the next second, the man was thrown out, a palm print embedded in the chest of his silver armor.

“Pff!” The man spat out blood, even spraying it through his helmet’s slits.

“Commander!” The armored men around him rushed to check if he was alright.

“Come out! Don’t you ancient martial artists preach honor? If you don’t show yourself, I’ll slaughter everyone here! You have ten seconds! All Mechas, get over here! Follow my commands!” The red-haired knight swung his longsword, pointing at the countless people—elderly, children, women—packed nearby.

Yang Bo was right behind the red-haired man, watching as twenty Mechas assembled. Most aimed their weapons at the stage exit, while a few targeted the concert audience.

“Red Earl, are you really going to go against the Ancient Martial Arts Association?” A voice called out from beneath the stage.

“Haha! We’re of the same era! Others might be scared of the Ancient Martial Arts Association, but we…” The red-haired knight’s eyes went blank mid-sentence. In an instant, his head exploded as a figure clad in black armor flew backwards.

“Ahh!!” The surrounding black-armored men finally came to their senses. Their commander had had his head blasted off by one of their own, using a laser gun pressed against hiss neck. They immediately raised their lasers.

In the next moment, a massive object appeared: a Razor Mecha. Countless laser shots fired at its armored surface.