Somewhere, the war horn blared, and Gernika’s figure flickered amidst the flames of battle.

"Warriors, once again ignite your fallen souls, let me cleave all the gold and stone, compare scars to glory, and fight with me!"

"*Plunder their wealth*, *plunder their harvest*, *curse their valleys and plains*, *take back all that is ours*!"

An unusual sound startled everyone, as a marginal figure with a cleaved skull slowly stood up. As he straightened, mechanical organs continued to fall from his gruesome skeletal-like body.

He suddenly opened his mouth wide, pounced on the corpse of a dead companion, and feasted, slicing open the corpse and tearing out its parts to attach to himself.

The second, the third, the fourth marginal figure’s corpse stood up, imitating the actions of the first marginal figure. As one marginal figure pounced on a companion, the awakened companion screeched, tearing open his skull and counterattacking by biting back.

More and more slain souls resurrected, this was a feast of the dead, where they tore and bit each other repeatedly in a gruesome ceremony, plundering all that belonged to others, until the weaker dead lost the strength to resist and became part of the stronger ones.

Slaughter, scarlet slaughter, endless slaughter!

Chewing, shrieks, and horn sounds swirled beneath the blood-soaked celestial river.

"Damn... "

Witnessing such a shocking scene, everyone felt they had stepped into a purgatory on earth.

This feast of the dead quickly concluded, as the marginal figures fused together in this way, forming several enormous monsters, pieced together from countless body parts.

The bellies of those monsters were bloated, with numerous bionic faces writhing and contorted inside, expressing happiness, joy, repression, sorrow, hatred — various expressions emerged. As a gate fell, those expressions twisted in the incinerator, wailing in agony.

Advanced prosthetics formed thick armor on the surface of those monsters, while the useless parts became fuel driving their actions.

Several heads wriggled at the neck of one monster, apparently vying for control of the body. Finally, a head emerged from below, roaring and intimidating the remaining four heads, which lowered in submission after a brief confusion.

Upon closer inspection, the owner of this head was the Tag Catcher killed by the three brothers just now.

"Hercules"

"Affiliation: Divine Kingdom"

"Faction: Absolutely Hostile"

"Chains!" Bai Youyou immediately whispered and raised her hand.

Golden chains swiftly bound the monster’s arms, pulling them back forcefully.

However, Hercules merely groaned, stepped forward, and exerted his arm strength, snapping and breaking the chains binding his arms.

Bai Youyou clicked her tongue, holding Osiris in one hand, striking a Hercules in the chest, only slightly pushing him back without causing any substantial harm.

In contrast, Hercules pushed forward, forcefully shaking, and Osiris was shaken off.

Bai Youyou was surprised; she knew her own power well. With her base stats, even Gernika himself would struggle to compete with her after surpassing the limit.

With every step they took forward, the ground trembled violently, the dull sound echoing like thunder. Gernika, high above, watched the scene silently, casting a gaze towards Bai Youyou, unmoved.

Even for her, it’s like this, let alone the Demon Slayer brothers, who couldn’t even resist, being easily slapped away and sent crashing through countless walls before stopping.

Bai Youyou narrowed her eyes.

Several Hercules surrounded her, each step shaking the earth and mountains.

The stats of these elite monsters clearly exceeded normal ranges, yet unlike Gernika, there was no ’warning!’ indication, representing no problems with their danger level and they were manageable at this stage.

Bai Youyou shook her head and, having failed her strike, decisively retreated with Bai Wei’an, leaping onto the rooftops in a few steps.

In her peripheral vision, she noticed some anomalies.

Two Hercules were in conflict due to a narrow alley, which could only accommodate one Hercules at a time, so they began to push and jostle each other.

The already mentally confused Hercules quickly became enraged. Just as one Hercules’ arm ejected a saw blade, roaring to slice at another Hercules, Chu E suddenly appeared, making strange noises while riding a missile head flying from somewhere, which embedded directly into the back of the Hercules.

"Roar!"

After an unwilling roar, the Hercules was blown to pieces, while Chu E jumped down a manhole cover, avoiding the blast wave.

So it seems, these elite monsters’ weakness lies at their back.

Bai Youyou got the answer, yet the current situation allowed no time for much thought. She turned and leaped away into the distance; Gernika couldn’t be resolved by her alone, and not far away, a member of Assassin’s Creed awaited. She believed Tang Xin was already on the way.

The priority was to rendezvous with the counterpart.

With this in mind, Bai Youyou sped up, leaping over the rooftops of buildings.

Simultaneously, as Bai Youyou predicted, the girl was on her way, donned in a gray robe, running through the outer urban area of Gale Street, blue hair occasionally peeking out from beneath her hood, indicating her identity.

Tang Xin leaped lightly to the right, dodging a collapsing boulder.

Her previous judgment was correct; killing Princess was the right choice. You now held command of the Revolutionary Army, and through You’s last orders, it was easy to surmise that several Assassin’s Creed members were likely in Mu Yaoyin, as they intended to intercept the Black Box earlier. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

At least Lu Shuhang and Four-leaf Phoenix Tree were assuredly present; otherwise, she would have been caught alone long ago. Youyou had no worry about being encircled by Assassin’s Creed; the urgent matter was to deal with Gernika, and her support could still make it in time.

Regarding Xu Xiaoyou and Angelina, she didn’t think Xu Xiaoyou was acting recklessly by having all the transport team members head to Mu Yaoyin at this time; she trusted their judgment.

Running, Tang Xin observed her surroundings. Apart from the distant bombardments, it seemed eerily quiet here.

She had witnessed the city’s chaos along her path; everywhere was debris and corpses, but here, she hardly saw any bionic corpses, a vague unease rising in her heart.

Then, she suddenly noticed the shadow beneath her feet squirming slightly.

Tang Xin decisively unleashed the "Cangmo Ceremony Attire," the Silent Hand rushing from the shadows, biting fiercely into the attacking figure, clamping onto its neck, emitting a low growl.

’Crack,’ ’crack,’ ’crack.’

The bitten figure subtly struggled, continuously twitching, joints clashing, making noise.

Tang Xin discerned the true form of the figure attacking her.

The monster was slender and tall, its face obscured in indiscernible shadow, its surface covered in a shadow garment resembling hair, subtly writhing, holding a sword-like weapon in its hand.

The next moment, the monster shed its shadow before her, revealing a delicate face. Upon seeing the face clearly, Tang Xin’s pupils slightly contracted.

This monster bore the same face as hers.