Serial Player
Chapter 850 - 512

Chapter 850: 512

When Chen Yu returned to the rest area, he saw Xiao Nan, who had just woken up.

The delicate lines on her fine face had changed, becoming more orderly yet more difficult to comprehend.

And on her hands appeared tiny scales, as if she had entered a state akin to donning Demon Armor.

This was not good news at all!

Chen Yu’s heart sank as he approached Xiao Nan, intending to help her lie down.

"How are they?" Xiao Nan asked in a low voice, her memory still lingering in the fight with the Dreamer.

"He created an opportunity for the team to withdraw and stayed there with the Crying Hero. The Crying Hero wouldn’t kill him. Just, we can’t contact him for now..." Chen Yu told the truth, "Li Changhe might have entered a state of unconsciousness by now, but with Yun Ting there, at least his safety can be assured."

"Mm... He sent me a message before... said he’d be out for a while," Xiao Nan nodded.

"And your dad is doing very well, clearing out civilians last night to avoid the vine attacks. After all, the old scholar has good eyesight. If not for him and a few other commanders acting quickly, the fighting in the Safe Zone would have been much fiercer," said Chen Yu softly.

"Even if he’s scared to death, he still makes the right choices," Xiao Nan responded softly.

But Chen Yu spoke with a grave tone, "Don’t do anything foolish. And don’t say anything silly like letting someone inherit your Holder position. We don’t need a tragedy like the Crying Hero."

Talking about this, Chen Yu couldn’t help feeling that the Rose Duke had it really tough, being surrounded and killed by two raging Li Changhes.

Official Holders often ensure their Titles do not get taken out of their groups by having their teammates inherit them.

This was the case in the Great Tang Battlefield as well, where those two Holders, before dying, had their teammates escort them on their final journey, ensuring the strength of the Divinity remained within Hua Country.

One could hardly imagine, with what kind of feelings those two inheritors had sent off their comrades. Perhaps, by that time, they had already gone mad?

At that time... when Xiao Nan went to see Li Changhe, it was probably for this reason, wasn’t it?

Now, Chen Yu’s words were a rejection of that option outright. Things hadn’t reached that stage yet, and anyway... there won’t be that option!

Xiao Nan’s face was frighteningly pale, but there was a captivating play of light and shadow in her eyes that made Chen Yu feel somewhat alienated.

Although they often bickered, she and Xiao Nan had known each other for many years. Yet, this was the first time he had seen Xiao Nan with such a look and aura.

"Is your body... still under your control?" Chen Yu asked in a low voice. Holders of Demon Armor have higher limits for their Divinity both at the bottom and top, but the cost of losing control is dangerous. Compared to Li Changhe’s Black Mud Divinity and He Feng’s Elf Divine Tree Divinity, Demon Armor is more easily dominated by its inherent Divinity. This was the case for the scale armor on Xiao Nan’s arm, which was slowly coming under the control of the Divinity.

This was not good news... It would be fine if it were just wearing the Demon Armor. At most, Li Changhe would grumble a couple of times, but if her personality started to change as well...

"It hasn’t reached that stage yet... The Fuzhu Sequence is maintaining my rationality. I shouldn’t be overtaken yet..." Xiao Nan said softly, "Is it snowing heavily outside? In this kind of environment, the powers of Fuzhu are more prominent than ever before..."

The Fantasy Species, Fuzhu, a divine beast from the Classic of Mountains and Seas. Gentle and pure, where it goes moisture in the air increases significantly, which suits Xiao Nan very well.

After all, for a Holder of Demon Armor, the nurturing effects of Divinity are more desirable than an increase in attack strength.

The Sequence of the Sea Clan isn’t bad either, but Xiao Nan has already mastered most of the abilities it offers.

"Speaking of which, where did you get these clothes? Why do I feel like they look familiar?"

Xiao Nan examined Chen Yu’s clothes, feeling they looked especially like a certain person’s coat. After all, it was something she had helped him pick out.

Then, her expression changed gradually.

Because she realized that beneath Chen Yu’s coat, he wore too little, just a vest and shorts. Didn’t that mean... this girl was in front of someone...

Xiao Nan felt she could no longer stay calm in an instant.

And hearing these words, Chen Yu felt an instant relief in his heart. Good, there wasn’t much change in her character. She was still so easily jealous.

Chen Yu thought, at this moment, if she acted coy, this guy might even disperse the disaster fog.

Her eyes flickering with mischief, she was just about to stir up some trouble when Xiao Nan caught her and began to ’torture’ her severely on the bed.

Xiao Nan pulled open Chen Yu’s coat and saw her right shoulder was a bloody mess, which made him stop his actions and softly said, "Let’s survive this together..."

"Of course..."

...

Who doesn’t want to survive? But the current situation is indeed not optimistic.

There are three predicaments within the disaster fog at present.

First and foremost is this blizzard. It severely hinders human activity within the disaster fog.

If Xiao Nan’s Divinity were restored, perhaps he could try to escape this predicament.

The abilities of the Calamity Wizard are not yet enough to contend with the Demon Armor.

And the players are already discussing plans. This is relatively easy to solve.

The second point is the vines or, rather, the Withered Rose, which was originally Rose Duke’s form transformation. Replicated and utilized by the robotic factory, it has put every flesh-and-blood creature in the disaster fog at risk. Every corpse must be handled with care or it would turn into dreadful thorny vines, creating a problem with food supply. It must be dealt with cleanly before the body mutates.

Fortunately, the attacks from the Terror Devils have inexplicably stopped—for now. Perhaps the robotic factory currently cannot control all the Terror Devils to send them to their death, or perhaps it’s planning to analyze human combat strength to devise a more lethal plan.

But for now, humans have been given a chance to breathe.

This problem is a bit troublesome; the players have to either withstand the thorny vines to deplete the Terror Devils

or eliminate the bioroids that release the Withered Rose in advance. Neither is an easy task.

And the third, is the ’Sky Curtain’ already deployed by the robotic factory.

With this type of spatial layering in place, artillery support from the outside world, as well as the Dream Cruise, cannot enter the disaster fog.

This Sky Curtain directly blocks any direct interference from the outside world.

Otherwise, during defensive combat, support from outside artillery fire could greatly reduce the pressure. Not to mention the Dream Cruise.

To solve this issue requires careful consideration.

The only way is for the outside world to quickly analyze and decode the ’Sky Curtain’.

"So, our side is the critical point in resolving the disaster fog," said the commander, who hadn’t rested for three days, bloodshot eyes evident, in the external command center. "How long will it take to break the Sky Curtain?"

"We have calculated that there are thirty-six high-speed computing entities scattered throughout the city, maintaining the Sky Curtain. The previous withdrawal of the Terror Devils by the robotic factory is because it has taken its computing power to counter us. It can no longer control the excess in various places," a civil staff member quickly replied. "Based on the current progress, if its computing power is divided, we can break it within eight days. If it resists with full force, it will take a month to decipher."

"Eight days is even too much!" the commander shook his head. "With its rapid evolutionary capabilities, in eight days, the number of humans alive within the disaster fog is estimated to be less than ten thousand. Even less!"

There were four hundred thousand people in the disaster fog!

"Then... we only have, to make them force their way out of the Safe Zone. Destroy those thirty-six entities. With fewer numbers, our decoding speed will be faster," another civil staff member responded. "But under these circumstances, leaving the Safe Zone, whether it’s the guards of the Safe Zone or the warriors going out... will all be... a nine-death situation! Will anyone follow the instructions? No, these aren’t just instructions anymore. It’s a death mission..."

"...Perhaps, we have to fight for this slim chance of life."

The commander’s voice was low, unable to express the full bitterness within.