Ince hadn't even seen how the lance had pierced through the man's body to cause those fatal wounds.
To be precise, he hadn't even caught the girl's movement when she raised her hand.
In the blink of an eye, the man's life had withered away.
Was he next?
At that moment, both his and the silver-haired girl's gazes fell simultaneously on the man's briefcase—specifically, on the bomb inside that was about to detonate.
Ince didn't know whether the lance would pierce his body first or if the explosion would engulf him in flames.
Then, another horrifying scene unfolded before his eyes. The girl's entire upper body split open—yes, split open!
It fragmented into more than a dozen pieces, her torso splaying out like a flower core. From within a dark red, frenzied heart saturated with the colors of desire, countless wild and frantic tentacles reached out, skewering the bomb that was on the verge of exploding.
That Heart of Desire opened a massive, bloody maw, lifted the bomb from the ground, and swallowed it whole.
Just like a stone dropped into a vast lake, not even a ripple was made in the end.
The blood-slits on the silver-haired girl's body slowly closed and vanished. Ince could no longer suppress the terror in his heart: "Monster..."
"You monster!"
The Star of Art where he lived had once been voted the safest hive city of Universal Heavy Industries, the most livable place with the highest happiness index. Growing up, most of his knowledge of urban legends came from movies and news.
He had never imagined he would encounter one so closely. The terrifying aura radiating from her was eating away at his sanity. Now, only one thought remained in his mind: run, as fast as he could!
Watching Ince scramble up the stairs and away from the platform, Angelina didn't understand why he feared her.
Currently, the girl's thoughts were a chaotic mess; thinking or establishing logical connections was a luxury beyond her reach.
Like a newborn infant, she could only react instinctively to the world.
That man had malicious intent, so she killed him.
That briefcase brought danger to her, so she ate it.
Angelina's gaze finally settled on the other figure on the stairs—the tuner.
The tuner was drenched in sweat. Should he step up?
Could he fight this monster?
He had witnessed everything just now; he couldn't even see the girl's attacks. An urban legend like this was fundamentally beyond his level to handle.
Just then, a brilliant blue light exploded against the silver-haired girl's chest. He saw a glamorous spray of blood bloom from her chest and shoulder, and an entire arm went flying into the air.
After being attacked, the silver-haired girl didn't show much of a reaction. Her dim eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, without a single ripple, as if she were already numb to pain and anger.
She let out a soft moan and instinctively curled her body, like an injured small wolf on a snow-field.
"Move, you idiot."
The tuner heard a shout from behind him.
Turning his head, he found that a dozen figures had appeared on the platform at some unknown time. All were dressed as station staff, well-equipped, and possessed powerful auras.
In particular, the short-haired girl in the center held a standard three times her height. Her aura exuded stability and confidence, with a light as intense and bold as the flamingo pattern on her banner.
"Leave professional matters to professional people."
"A lowly tuner from the Eye Association should get out of here quickly. You're making a fool of yourself."
A youth walked past him, patted his shoulder, and headed down. As he spoke, a massive high-tech blade appeared in the youth's hand, its body shifting and venting searing white steam.
"We finally hooked the big fish. Is this the culprit who destroyed the Corrupt Hive City, the world-class urban legend defined by the association as the—Abyssal White Flower?"
A petite girl sitting on a metal railing held a heavy cannon. She pushed her goggles up, her tone light. The crimson afterglow on the heavy cannon, which was half a head taller than her, had not yet completely faded; it was her previous attack that had struck the girl.
As they spoke, Angelina's wounds below had completely healed. She slowly stood up, countless bloodshot veins creeping into her dim eyes. Pale white spider lilies bloomed on every inch of her skin as the aura of withering constantly poured into her body. She looked like a vengeful spirit crawling out of hell, clearly on the verge of going out of control.
"She's a world-class urban legend; don't let your guard down," a middle-aged man said, wiping his blade. His posture was ramrod straight, and his weary gaze became resolute. "Even if this isn't the first time we've faced one of this caliber."
The short-haired girl at the center waved her standard high, a confident and calm smile curling her lips.
"Grade 5 standard-bearer, Chihong, will take full command of this operation."
"Fixer Association, Special Operations Section 6 for Urban Eldritch Creatures, the operation begins!"
"You're going to fight? Here?" The overwhelming amount of information made the tuner's head spin. This group was from Section 6.
In other words, every person present except for him was a combat-class fixer of at least grade 4. That woman was the legendary Red Rose of the Battlefield, who brought victory and the dawn of hope! He had heard of her many heroic deeds on the front lines against powerful urban legends. For someone of this level to appear at the Star of Art without making any waves within the association was incredible.
With such tight secrecy, it was clear the association's higher-ups placed extreme importance on this mission. And their target, that silver-haired girl, was a world-class urban legend who had destroyed an entire hive city?
Despite such a massive event, the people living here at the Star of Art—which was within the same sphere of influence as the Corrupt Hive City—knew nothing about it.
"If you start a fight, you'll destroy the entire station. There are so many people here, they'll be buried with you..."
"Don't worry, it won't affect anyone else," the short-haired girl's voice grew increasingly spirited. "Because wherever I stand, that is the battlefield!"
She slammed the raised standard into the ground. A violent gale howled around her, and ripples of immense power surged outward. A black barrier towering into the clouds pushed the tuner back a thousand meters, sweeping across the entire world!
"Hey, look over there! Isn't that the direction of Belvedere Station?"
Someone in the crowd shouted loudly.
Everyone looked in that direction and saw an unforgettable sight.
A giant black barrier obscured the sky. It had appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the entire Belvedere Station. Dark, heavy clouds hovered above, swirling with the wind, as ghostly lights flickered and thunder roared!
Soon, someone recorded the scene with their curtain and uploaded it online, attracting countless onlookers.
Before long, tuners and more urban security maintainers appeared to disperse the crowd.
Among the shifting crowd, Tang Xin tightly held Xu Xiaoyou's hand so they wouldn't be separated by the flow of people.
"Yuzu, something seems to have happened at the station. How about we go home first today?"
Hearing Tang Xin's words, Xu Xiaoyou nodded.
Not long ago, just as they were planning to leave the station, a sudden broadcast notified everyone to evacuate. Moments later, the security forces cordoned off the station and cleared the surrounding area, claiming it was an emergency drill. Naturally, no one believed such an explanation.
With such a large-scale mobilization, it was likely related either to the lunatics of the Ascetic Sect or the birth of a high-risk urban legend in the station.
Suddenly, as if sensing something, she stopped and looked up at the station again.
For some reason, a faint feeling of unease stirred in her heart.
Where was this sense of foreboding coming from?
What exactly was happening inside Belvedere Station right now?
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