There were many ways to get to the training ground from the secret entrance, so Silin and the others split into two groups and headed in that direction.
Even though it was pitch black, they could still see everything clearly with the visual aids on their armors. Moreover, this was their starship, so Silin and Shusag were all too familiar with the routes here.
Cillin and Shusag were walking along one of the side paths. Normally, no one would pass through this path, and judging from the scent and the traces they left behind, none of the Navigators or the A Squadron who had taken over this place had passed through this path.
The A Fleet and the Navigators didn't pass through here, but that didn't mean the others didn't.
Perched on Silin's shoulder, Huimao sniffed and sneezed in disgust. "That smells so bad!"
Shusag didn't say anything. Fine, he still didn't smell anything.
As they continued forward, Huimao began to move his claws. Silin knew that something was getting closer and closer.
Whoosh!
Wheeze jumped out from Cillin's shoulder and pressed down on an object that was slithering past the passageway with its paw. Then, it stomped down hard, and the object turned into a sticky puddle of water with a pop.
Before Huimao could do anything, Shusag had already seen what it was.
It looked like a rat, but it didn't have the fur of a rat. Instead, it was covered in a layer of metal-like armor. It didn't reflect any light in the dark, but it was obvious that the armor was tough. Its limbs were thick and strong, and they were far from the thin claws of a normal rat. Its claws were sharp enough to leave a mark on the metal walls of the tunnel, and when Wheeze pinned it to the ground, it opened its mouth to reveal its fangs. But before it could make a sound, Huimao stomped it to death.
The thing that died under Wheeze's claws gradually turned into a puddle of watery stains. However, it was a little sticky, and its sturdy outer armor and sharp claws had melted with its death. It looked a little sticky. Shusag didn't know what it was, but it was the liquid that Silin had told them about.
What a strange creature.
As soon as Shusag was done sighing, he noticed that there were other similar creatures heading their way. He was about to make a move, but Silin stopped him.
"Let Wheeze take care of this first. Pay attention to your surroundings. I'm afraid that someone will be coming soon."
Cillin still remembered the man who brushed past him back in prison. Even if the man had disguised himself well at the time, Cillin could still see the same emotions flashing in his eyes as the crimson eyes of the things Wheeze was stepping on.
Crazy, cruel, bloodthirsty.
Huimao was still moving at a speed that did not match its body size at all, trampling the mouse-like things that surrounded it into mucus.
Shusag watched in amazement as Huimao stomped them to death. You can never judge a cat by its appearance.
Silin, who had been standing there quietly all this time, gestured at Shusag. Shusag immediately went on alert. Silin was telling him that someone was coming over, but he didn't notice it. At least when he noticed it, he was just a little later than Silin.
As expected of an assassin, his concealment was indeed very good. If it weren't for Silin's reminder, Shusag would have been in a more passive position.
The other party also knew that Silin had sensed his approach, so he did not continue to hide. In response, a large number of rat-like creatures swarmed in from both the front and back of the tunnel. Some of them were larger and looked more difficult to deal with.
Silin put his hand behind his back and signaled to Shusag. Silin would deal with the person who came over, while Shusag would deal with the "rats".
Zeng!
Shusag's specialized claws were already extended, and he took a few steps back to maintain a certain distance from Silin. This way, he could rush over to help out in the event of an emergency, look out for each other, and avoid getting hurt by accident. That way, he wouldn't restrict Silin's movements.
Silin didn't pay attention to the "rats" swarming toward him. He had Huimao to help him deal with the "rats" in front of him, and Shusag to guard him from behind. Right now, he was focused on the person who was slowly making his way toward him.
The figure grew closer and closer. After moving a little closer, it stopped fifty meters away from Cillin. It seemed to be hesitating whether to come over or not.
The figure didn't move, and neither did Silin. Both sides seemed to be waiting for the other to make the first move.
More and more "rats" appeared, and almost half of the narrow path ahead was blocked. Huimao extended his claws like a meat grinder and ground them into slime. The ground was already covered in the disgusting slime. Huimao shook the slime off his hind legs in disgust. He could have just opened his mouth and swallowed the slime, but Huimao found it too disgusting and unpalatable, so he chose to use his claws instead.
Silin didn't seem to care about what was happening in front of him. He just stood there quietly as if he didn't see it.
Suddenly, Cillin's figure flashed, and it was as if he had vanished from where he was standing. A hand stretched out from the layer of mucus where he had been standing. The hand had long fingernails, and the shape of the fingernails was similar to the claws of those 'mice'.
The outstretched hand didn't manage to grab Silin. Instead, before it could retract, it was cut off by Silin's slender sword.
All of this happened in an instant.
The severed arm melted into slime. However, this slime was different from the transparent slime from before. The slime from the arm was blood-red.
The man was injured.
The figure that stayed 50 meters away began to melt and disappear from the head. That was not the real body of the man. The real body had been lurking among the "rats."
The Roton was very angry. He didn't expect his arm to be cut off so quickly. Silin's movement was too fast, and it was neither too early nor too late. Silin dodged the attack just before the Roton's outstretched hand could grab it.
The Roton now understood that Silin was actually standing there to lure him into making a move and to cut him when he made his move. From the looks of it, Celine had the ability to dodge before he even revealed his hand. However, Celine didn't do so. She did it for the sake of slashing him with her blade.
What puzzled the Roton was how the man in front of him knew where his real body was. Also, who was this man who cut off his arm and hand?
The Roton knew all the high-level members of the Vanguard and the Navigator's First Team who were strong in individual combat. However, he really didn't know the man in front of him.
The Roton didn't know or remember the man he passed by in the first-class prison a few years ago, who he thought was a prison guard.
However, Silin remembered that the reason why he was able to identify the real body of the Roton was that he remembered the smell of the Roton was different from those rat-like guys. If Shusag knew the reason, he might mourn for his poor sense of smell again.
After cutting off the Roton's arm, Silin stood still again as if he was waiting for the Roton to strike again.
The Roton was much more vigilant after being cut off. He didn't act rashly again. He knew that Silin was faster than him. In this case, he could wait for a better opportunity.
There was more and more slime in the passage, and the air began to be filled with water vapor.
The Roton lurked. He knew that as long as he didn't show up in his real body, Silin couldn't kill him. So what if he knew the general location of the Roton's real body?
While the Roton was waiting for an opportunity, Silin said something strange. The Roton didn't understand it, but Shusag did. Because Silin was speaking Mist Bodhisattva language, and it was a secret code often used by the military in the language.
Huimao and Silin were communicating in machine language, so even if it didn't understand the secret code, it could still understand what Silin was trying to say.
While the Roton was still confused, Silin moved his hand and a gun appeared in his hand. The moment the gun appeared, Shusag and Huimao both jumped and retreated.
Bang!
There was a soft muffled sound.
After the bullet hit the place where the Roton was hiding, a layer of crystals quickly spread and covered the whole pool of slime. The crystals quickly thickened and tightly wrapped around the slime, sealing it. The water vapor in the air also quickly decreased.
"Ahhh —"
A shrill cry echoed in the passageway.
The "rats" who had been running around in a frenzy seemed to have lost their sense of direction and were bumping into each other everywhere.
It was Silin who had asked Czedow to increase the humidity in the passage. However, even if the Roton knew that the humidity was rising fast, he wouldn't have expected Silin to do this. The humidity was good for the Roton too. He was just happy that the higher the humidity, the more agile he would be in his slime form. But now, this benefit turned into a fatal one.
Shusag looked at the situation in front of him and felt that half of his body was cold.
In front of him, the place where the slime had accumulated was covered in a thick layer of "ice", but it wasn't as cold as ice. It wasn't the formation of the ice that sent chills down Shusag's spine. Instead, it was the person lying at the front of the ice. Only his head and half of his torso remained, as if two-thirds of his body had been frozen solid. What's more, the remaining two-thirds of his body hadn't formed yet, and had been frozen inside the 'ice' along with the slime.
It looked very creepy.
The Roton was frozen in the strange "ice" from the chest down and couldn't struggle at all. He didn't even have time to transform into his human form. Only his upper arms were exposed, and his forearms were still in the "ice". That was how he ended up like this. The Roton stuck out his long, spiky tongue and tried to scrape off the "ice" that had frozen him. But before he could do anything, a gun was pressed against his forehead.
Bang!
…
The shrill scream was still echoing in the passage, but the "rats" who were bumping into each other had turned into puddles of water. The only things left in the passage were the water stains that were gradually being cleaned up by the starship's cleaning system. After a while, the place would be cleaned up as if nothing had happened.
A shrill scream rang out from the training ground.
That was the shrill and horrifying cry that the Latton let out when it was frozen. It was Silin who had asked Czedow to play it here.
Whether it was the Navigator's men who were trying to break down the door outside or the Vanguard's A Squad members who were tensed up inside the training ground, everyone stopped what they were doing at the same time when they heard the voice.
Phoebe felt all the hair on her body standing on end when she heard the voice.
"Who … whose voice is that?" a man next to Stanley swallowed and asked in a trembling voice.
A person's voice contained a lot of things. It could reflect the emotions of the person when he was screaming, and it could also reflect part of the person's ability. When the voice wasn't disguised, the unique vibration in the sound waves was like a mark that reflected the person.
Stanley's forehead was covered in cold sweat. Maybe the other members didn't know who the voice belonged to, but as the deputy commander of Vanguard, he clearly knew. Stanley just couldn't believe that the Roton would make such a hysterical scream. It sounded like the last cry before death.
As a killer, the Roton even hid his traces, let alone deliberately making a sound. Moreover, the voice didn't sound fake. The emotions contained in it were too strong, too strong, so strong that those who heard it could empathize with it. This was also the reason why even Stanley couldn't help but have goosebumps.
Who forced the Roton to make such a sound?
Who had the ability to force the Roton into such a state?
Both the Navigator's men and the A Squad's men, even Stanley himself, could only think of one word — "Wushe."
In fact, not only the Navigator's and Vanguard's men, but also the Fog's men who were hiding in other parts of the starship thought that it was Wushe's men. They couldn't think of any other answer except "Wushe's men."
"Vice-captain?" A member of the Vanguard A Team looked at Stanley with uncertainty. The Fog's men had already made them suffer a lot. If "Wushe's" men were added to the mix, few of them would be able to make it out alive.
Many people in the A Squad knew that their commander, Ji Feng, was not on good terms with "Wushe's" men. Wushe had once threatened Ji Feng. Therefore, if "Wushe's" men were here, they would never help them.
Stanley looked at Pango, who was sitting in the center of the crowd. He didn't know what to feel. He felt that he might not be able to protect Pango.
"Hey, Phoebe, guess what I'm thinking right now?"
Mogas elbowed Phoebe, deliberately aiming for Phoebe's full chest. Phoebe slapped him away.
Phoebe looked at Mogas helplessly. Only this guy would speak in such a tone at a time like this.
"It's none of my business what you're thinking!" Phoebe rolled her eyes at him.
Mogas glanced at the other members of the A Squad around him. He covered his mouth with his hand and moved closer to Phoebe.
"I think the captain is here."
Mogas looked like he was whispering, but his voice wasn't soft at all. At the very least, the people guarding the outermost perimeter could hear him clearly in this deathly silent atmosphere.
Captain? Which captain?
Silin, the captain of the Eleventh Squad?
A few people glanced at Mogas disdainfully. "You're still in the mood to joke at a time like this."
Mogas curled his lips. That was exactly what he felt.
"Sigh!" Mogas thumped his thigh and sighed. "If you hadn't taken control of Little Eleven, the Navigators wouldn't have had the chance to lock him up. If Little Eleven wasn't locked up, he could've helped us. He could've shown us what's happening in other parts of the starship, caused some trouble for the Navigators, and called for reinforcements."
"Reinforcements?" Another person snorted. "Do you think the Navigators are pushovers? They can seal off the AI system and all signals. Do you really think they'd give us a chance to call for reinforcements? Come to think of it, I didn't think they'd be able to do this. I've never heard of them possessing this kind of technology before. "
The other A Squad members nodded in agreement. Based on their understanding of the Navigators, those bastards shouldn't have possessed this kind of technology. Who helped them?
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios Because the Navigator's men had stopped breaking down the door after hearing the shrill scream, the protective door of the training ground would not be broken down for the time being. The A Team members began to talk about who was secretly helping the Navigator in order to ease the tension in their hearts.
Only Phoebe was more silent than the rest. They knew that the "reinforcements" Mogas was referring to weren't just the people outside the starship. He was referring to the robots lying in a secret place inside the starship.
Without Little Eleven, Xi Kai, and Silin, these robots wouldn't have made a move. Mogas and the others didn't have the authority to order them around.
They brought this upon themselves!
After a brief pause, the breaking down of the door resumed.
"Attention, everyone! Prepare for battle!" Stanley said.
The red-hot metal was particularly eye-catching in the darkness. It was also a signal that the door was about to be broken.
The high-energy cutter cut through the training ground's reinforced walls one layer at a time. It was now the last layer.
When a big "mouth" was gradually formed, everyone in the training ground raised their vigilance to the highest level and prepared themselves according to the formation arranged by Stanley.
Clang!
The door was kicked open, and three grenades were hurled inside.
"Block them!"
A large protective shield was activated, and several protective shields were connected to block the shockwave when the three grenades exploded.
These three grenades would not be too powerful. If they blew up the entire training ground, it would give the Vanguard members a chance to escape. Therefore, the Navigator's choice of grenades was well thought out.
After the grenades exploded, the protective barriers were almost completely destroyed.
"Kill them!"
"Maintain formation!"
Laser weapons would only expose themselves in an environment like this. That was why everyone chose to use metal bullets.
However, there shouldn't be any light, but after the two sides fired, they found that the bullets created spots of light in the middle of the two sides. It was as if there was a transparent energy barrier in the middle …
Click, click, click!
The lights in the training ground came on.
Gurgle —
Something rolled out of nowhere to the middle of the two sides and stopped near the protective barrier.
Under the sudden light, the rolling thing attracted the attention of both sides.
It looked like an ice cube. In this ice cube, there was the bloodthirsty and violent eyes of the Roton, and his facial expression was distorted by the pain of being frozen in half.
A voice rang out in the training ground.
"What should I do to you guys for messing up my starship like this?"
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