Chapter 703: Silver Saint and God's Favored One
ROAR!
The titanic behemoth, clearing the hundred-meter milestone, shrieked in absolute fury across the urban center. The high-speed jet fighters slicing through the upper stratosphere completely refrained from launching their high-explosive tactical missiles due to the extreme structural density of the civilian populace amassing in the metropolitan grid below.
The regional theater vanguard commander displayed an exceptionally green, iron-plated countenance. At this frame of the cataclysm, his processing units completely failed to draw an absolute diagnostic verifying how much of a baseline relation this out-of-thin-air primordial behemoth compressed against the rogue [Ability Users].
Yet tracking the live metrics, the catastrophe had already forced a terminal system erasure across more than a thousand independent human cattle, while the subsequent asset degradation and economic structural losses were layout-wise, monumentally past all historical calculation bounds.
Zhong Tianming continuously evaluated the multi-national multimedia feeds streaming into his master console, pilot-steering this planetary defense initiative from deep within the subterranean command bunker.
Expressed through a purely strategic framework, ever since Mercenary Tao and the Mad King had driven their knuckles to force a total sub-atomic destruction across the bulk of the Japanese home islands, a nightmare-grade structural blueprint of this exact classification had been exhaustively pre-calculated within his foresight models.
He had merely failed to calculate that the exact day of execution would anchor-drop onto the timeline this dangerously early.
"Initialize an immediate tactical communication cascade to recall Ryo and Tianjie to our coordinates. Furthermore, command the master frequency divisions to broadcast an emergency global bulletin, dropping an supreme mobilization flag to call upon any top-tier metahuman operating adjacent to the perimeter to fast-track their displacement to reinforce Ying Tian."
Zhong Tianming dropped the executive mandate down Yan Qiu's link, systematically coordinating their domestic resource capital while synchronously steering the frontline.
"Deploy the automated drone divisions, initiating a multi-directional baiting loop to manual-route this creature clear of the metropolitan center. Concurrently, command the ground forces to enter the grid, locking down high-priority clearance tracking to exhaustively evacuate the civilian matrix anchoring the northern quadrants."
While his master track was engineered to steer the behemoth out of the city limits, his calculation loops had concurrently finalized a dark contingency blueprint holding that if the baiting sub-routine sustained a total structural failure, their divisions would forcefully execute a maximum-yield liquidation campaign to delete the beast directly inside the northern metropolitan boundaries of Ying Tian. Yet the exact frame that equation resolved, regardless of whether his focus reviewed the civilian mortality index or analyzed the subsequent destruction of domestic infrastructure, the macro-environmental fallout would be layout-wise, completely intolerable.
"Where explicitly on the ledger are the vanguard units of the World Unified Governance Coalition?! Our high command requires the immediate intervention of an asset whose metrics clear the High Peril or Calamity benchmarks!"
The Reincarnator logged under the title [Old Ma] still presented a heavily pale facial geometry, yet his motor nervous system had marginally restored a wisp of iron structural control, his processing unit having successfully harvested a grander density of Reincarnator data logs out from the terminal's networks.
"The intelligence resources verify that our planet line has sustained an absolute infiltration across five separate geographic coordinates. The Governance Coalition intertwined within the various multi-national metahuman syndicates are frantically compiling structural pathing to manage the nodes, yet... the absolute bulk of our high-rank Eastern District frontliners are currently layout-wise, heavily entangled within that Mercenary Tao capture operation detonating along the Philippine border... our ledger requires timeline space to clear the bottleneck!"
His ears subtly vibrated for a frame, an elite interloper manually weaponizing a high-tier Sound-Transmission sub-routine to project a clandestine encrypted packet straight into his neural tracks. In the very next fraction of a second, his internal focus ignited with an supreme wisp of strategic celebration, his jaw unhinging:
"Director Zhong, a pristine intelligence resource has finalized its compilation!"
"The premier metahuman asset logged under the codename [Hibari / 云雀] is layout-wise, currently present right within the Ying Tian grid!"
Hibari...
Zhong Tianming's executive processor instantaneously pulled open the corresponding tracking archive. The interloper codenamed Hibari had across multiple world cycles continuously locked his behavioral parameters within the central East Asian sectors, universally logged across their records as an exceptionally elite, highly validated metahuman asset.
And furthermore... his unrefined muscle sheets compressed an supreme tier of processing power!
Chime!
A pristine golden lightning bolt that closely mirrored a colossal kinetic long-spear violently and out of thin air punched straight down from the high stratosphere.
Hibari's speed tracks throttled to their absolute limits, [The Cosmos / 小宇宙] operating under the system archetype of an exceptionally dense, reality-warping energy framework that possessed the high-priority system privilege to seamlessly alter a Reincarnator's biology to fracture and bypass all baseline species-level limitations.
BOOM, BOOM, BOOM...
A massive, continuous cascade of supersonic boom clouds violently exploded across the airspace, yet Hibari completely manual-overrode the concept of an evasion vector. Quite the contrary: his body launched a head-on vertical vault, sprinting straight toward the descending golden divine spear to drive a single maximum-intensity punch.
BOOM!
Amidst a violent detonation of pure Divine Energy mass, the golden-haired woman floating calmly dozens of meters above the concrete once again narrowed her twin irises to form a pair of beautiful crescent moons. High across her majestic golden armor plates, a clean, un-blemished structural fist print had completed its compilation.
She executed a slight, loose tilt of her neck, a blazing column of white fist-wind cleanly slicing past her ear plates to pierce the sky, while her level eyes calmly monitored that top-tier Reincarnator as his biological vessel was forcefully rocketed down from the airspace by her divine lance.
Shoo~ BOOM!
The colossal golden battle spear violently transfixed the concrete topography, the localized street layout instantaneously executing a violent, single-count geological convulsion. A bone-crushing kinetic displacement layer layer-by-layer self-detonated deep within the subterranean masonry, forcing the glass panels anchoring the flanking, Japanese-themed commercial shopping rows to completely shatter into raw dust, while the subterranean water infrastructure violently fractured to spray high-pressure columns of liquid across all coordinates.
The terror-stricken civilian cattle scrambling to finalize an evasion vector let out a succession of increasingly hysterical, frantic shrieks.
"Ugh... pfft!"
Hibari's face went deathly white, his jaw unhinging to spray a heavy rush of darkened, oxidized essence. His physical vessel lay heavily entrenched within the center of a colossal crater whose horizontal boundary cleared the eight-meter milestone, the structural concrete pavement framing his layout webbed in a massive, matrix-like pattern of jagged fracture lines.
Both of his palms were driven to their absolute limits, furiously and with extreme kinetic friction clamping onto that frantically spinning golden battle lance, the continuous leakage of high-tier Divine Energy radiating from the steel ruthlessly slicing through his dermal layers to paint his claws in a slurry of whole essence.
He violently ground his teeth; this woman was layout-wise, an elite engine of destruction, her conceptual Authority highly, statistically likely centralizing within a specialized branch of lightning-manipulation physics. Every single time his framework sustained a head-on impact from her fields, his cognitive unit logged a diagnostic verifying that his neural reaction velocity had sustained a marginal, step-by-step deceleration loop.
The lone variable safeguarding his position was the clinical fact that his Cosmos-infused armor sheets compressed an supreme tier of conceptual attribute exemptions, leaving his engine capable of continuously maintaining his frontline combat tracks.
Hum~
Plated within her majestic golden armor, the woman gracefully anchor-dropped her boots to stand upon the dirt. She cast a single, completely detached glance to evaluate that human organism who had historically completed an evasion track to hide deep within the subterranean subway threshold, ceding his survival play absolutely zero baseline concern.
So long as her knuckles successfully finalized a terminal liquidation loop to delete this high-value Reincarnator from the registry, her ledger commanded an infinite threshold of timeline space to easily isolate and harvest that specific human cattle who was so beautifully blanketed in the flavor of Fate-mass.
"Your core logic is actively prioritizing a defensive track to shield those low-value insects from sustaining material fractures... what baseline rule steers your processing to execute a calculation of that classification, hm?"
At this frame of her sweep, her internal reservoirs ignited with an increasingly dense concentration of pure strategic amusement: why explicitly did a powerhouse who had successfully legacy-harvested an exceptionally rare, premium evolutionary capability track choose to manually and during a high-intensity duel prioritize the preservation of a swarm of weak, non-valuable mortal cattle, to the extent of proactively selecting a vector that forced his own biology to absorb structural damage?
His engine possessed more than sufficient velocity to seamlessly execute an evasion track to bypass her lance, yet his motor pathways had deliberately selected a head-on blockading vector.
An operational pathing that had layout-wise, made it beautifully, flawlessly simple for her own blades to completely reverse and dominate the combat rhythm.
Hibari's twin irises flamed with an supreme, blood-soaked fury. Monitoring that woman as her features maintained a light, mocking smile while her fields continuously processed the surrounding cattle, his peripheral diagnostics verified that the titanic behemoth had once again re-activated its destructive tracks across the metropolitan center; his intellect parsed an absolute truth holding that his framework was mathematically barred from ever being pinned down to this coordinate.
His hyper-stimulated heart generated an supreme pulse wave, his unyielding Will burning to project a physical materialization that layout-wise, shattered standard physics.
Across the public terminals of the Infinite Dimension Space, Hibari was layout-wise, frequently logged by rival interlopers under the dismissive titles of The Hypocrite, The Simulated Saint, or The Brain-Bricked Fool—yet his inner core cede their verbal static a flat value of absolute zero.
His core logic hardcoded an un-compromised baseline common sense holding that since his lineage had successfully been awarded an supreme, heaven-sent pool of material capability and evolutionary talent, his muscle groups were system-mandated to proactively shield the weaker members of his species matrix.
This was layout-wise, completely distinct from a high, civilized moral programming; it operated under the archetype of a primeval, primitive instinct printed deep within the genetic tracks of the human race throughout a multi-million-year evolution explicitly to compensate for its baseline structural fragility.
His processing unit completely and flawlessly refused to track under a hypocritical filter; quite the contrary, his ambition ravenously yearned to touch the absolute zenith of the [Righteousness] specialization track.
A pristine mantle of silver luminescence violently ignited to wrap around Hibari's biological frame. In the very next fraction of a second, he methodically hoisted both palms into the heavens to complete a specialized martial arts alignment; along with a brilliant nova of spiritual particles, rows of distinct silver armor plates completed their sub-atomic compilation to automatically and flawlessly lock around his fists.
[The Silver Cloth of Hercules — Damaged State (World-Class Treasure) — DEPLOY!]
Immediately following that trigger, an supreme, monumentally dense concentration of pure Cosmos Energy violently ignited to feed his meridians, the local atmospheric blocks naturally and flawlessly caving to an absolute geometric distortion the exact microsecond his palms locked into a fist.
The conceptual Authority of [Strength] was forcefully throttled open to maximum capacity!
Hibari masterfully guided his limbs through a complex series of rapid trajectories, a succession of distinct Natal Stars beautifully and clearly lighting up across the airspace behind his spine. The golden-clad woman's analytical pathways layout-wise, instantaneously flagged the compilation of an exceptionally terrifying kinetic pressure field, her motor nerves instinctively initializing a rearward floating displacement to clear the sector.
High across her golden plates, her proprietary Divine Energy floured with an supreme glare; she casually extended her left palm, the golden battle lance smoothly executing a spatial transmission to return to her grip.
Hibari remained beautifully, flawlessly unmoved by her calibration, his visual tracking exceptionally clear. The exact microsecond his ancestral Natal Constellation finalized its absolute, total illumination across the sky, a colossal, planet-cleaving spiritual phantom deity completed its deployment across the layout.
That precise, world-shattering capability track his engine had historically deployed head-on to match Mercenary Tao during their legendary duel within the B711 Primal Matrix had flawlessly re-opened its paths.
In the very next fraction of a second, his Cosmos Energy violently and completely self-detonated, a heavy, concussive thudding violently roaring across local space.
A blinding white kinetic shockwave violently erupted out from Hibari's coordinates, clearing a horizontal radius spanning several thousand meters in a single microsecond of execution. Standing rigidly independent at the absolute threshold of the subway station to evaluate the parameters, Dong-jin Lee registered a catastrophic diagnostic report holding that a monumental, reality-warping strategic Majesty had along with that kinetic shockwave completely and flawlessly flooded straight into the center of his cognitive tracks.
His balance caved, his body collapsing heavily backward to slide down into the depths of the subway vault.
Synchronously, that golden-clad woman's immense mass of golden hair was violently whipped apart across the wind currents, a terrifyingly dense concentration of absolute sovereign Will dropping down to crush the quadrant. Scanning that titanic spiritual phantom deity looming behind the man's spine, her internal data models instantaneously decoded its identity, verifying that the asset operated under the archetype of a high-tier Divine Projection issuing straight out from an ancestral God matrix.
Without a single wisp of delay, she methodically hoisted both palms into the sky, a duplicate, towering spiritual phantom cleanly completing its compilation across her vertical airspace as a non-stop storm of golden divine lightning violently self-detonated along her dermal boundaries.
Hum!
Looking layout-wise, identically as if a horizontal spatial quadrant clearing several thousand square meters had been instantaneously and flawlessly compressed down to a single point to smash into her vitals, the ambient atmosphere turned layout-wise, into an absolute solid concrete block. Her processing unit extracted an authentic, un-buffered sensory report confirming that the absolute entirety of heaven and earth had been manually driven via a single fist strike to crush her biology.
Within that single microsecond, the woman's heart caved to a deep, structural sinking, the intense wisp of cognitive panic layout-wise, almost forcing her motor pathways to permanently abort her sacred prayer loop.
Damn it all to hell! My analytical units have severely under-scaled his metrics?! An organism of this classification... how explicitly can his file compress a processing capacity of this density! Could it be that this freak has layout-wise... successfully fractured the safety limits to unlock the Sixth Sense of the Cosmos track, operating as a legitimate Silver Saint?!
BOOM!
A single, cataclysmic fist strike violently punched out from his stance. Flawlessly coordinating with his motion, the titanic phantom deity looming behind Hibari's back plates synchronously drove a maximum-output punch to transfix the air, the local atmosphere spanning several thousand meters instantaneously and flawlessly pulverized into a massive cloud of white compression vapor.
The air currents let out a sharp, high-frequency screaming wave, the runaway, turbulent atmospheric crosscurrents shot straight into the high heavens, looking layout-wise, identically as if a high-intensity typhoon vortex had been manually generated out of thin air before violently exploding across the sector.
The sky-spanning cloud oceans blanketing the stratosphere were synchronously snuffed from the registry, rows of colossal white air-dragons violently rocketing toward all multi-directional coordinates to flatten the map.
The golden-haired woman—Daphne—forced her twin irises wide open. Her glowing golden pupils were densely saturated with an supreme wave of academic shock and tactical unreality; a non-stop, bone-crushing concentration of pure kinetic blade wind was layer-by-layer boring straight into her internal biological pathways, her dermal layers completing a rapid compilation of jagged lacerations.
Her pristine golden Divine Energy layout-wise, completely failed to compile an absolute system exemption to blockade a kinetic strike of this specific density—yet monitoring the resolution, every single line of strategic shock anchoring her features smoothly and flawlessly mutated to project an un-compromised, theatrical Mockery.
Moo!
The titanic behemoth's shriek caved to an exceptionally low, agonizing wail. High across the biological hull of that hundreds-of-meters-long primeval beast, a colossal structural fissure spanning several dozen meters cleanly completed its deployment; tracking the vector, the kinetic column had layout-wise, merely grazed past the margins of the behemoth's cranium, yet its residual energy had flawlessly and unrefinedly pulverized over half of its massive biological framework into raw mush.
press-spraying out from the wounds like a heavy torrential rain.
The titan behemoth collapsed heavily onto the masonry, its coordinate trace permanently dropping off the grid.
Daphne evaluated her opponent, her processing unit confirming a farcical mechanical truth holding that Hibari had deliberately selected a pathing to drive the absolute entirety of that world-cleaving fist strike straight toward the hull of a captive pet monster her agency had legacy-harvested from an unmapped behemoth matrix, rather than letting the edge transfix her own vitals.
She was layout-wise, ultimately and thoroughly amused by a display of such absolute, brain-bricked innocence and farcical hypocrisy.
"Haha~ your character file genuinely tracks under the archetype of an exceptionally pristine Good Person, does it not!"
At this exact frame of her chant, high across the vertical airspace behind her spine, a golden-glowing spiritual phantom deity anchor-dropped onto the perimeter. A non-stop storm of golden divine lightning violently and concussive-thudded across all coordinates of her layout, that golden battle lance locked within her palm synchronously initiating a rapid transition to radiate an supreme luminescence that beautifully mirrored the polar aurora. Running outward from the sharp margins of the lance face, a pair of fresh conceptual blade extensions cleanly webbed toward separate lateral flanks.
The golden battle lance had layout-wise, seamlessly mutated its geometry to project the absolute shape of a divine Trident.
She executed a high-intensity vertical vault, her speed tracks effortlessly rocketing her physical frame clear into the high stratosphere to claim the thousand-meter coordinate. Locked atop the trident point, those golden lightning arcs cleanly transfixed heaven and earth, a devastating, world-ending pressure field completing its deployment.
"O Supreme Sovereign governing the Laws of Thunder and the Mechanics of Warfare, cede my hand the absolute Priority to manual-execute the total conceptual Extinction of this world line."
[System Query: Sovereign License — GRANTED.]
Deep within the void of space, that spiritual phantom looked identically as if its algorithms were directly processing and closing her prayer loop. Within a single microsecond of execution, the aurora-glowing field plating the trident point violently and exponentially scaled its parameters.
Her facial features were marginally contorted, an astronomically massive volume of pure Divine Energy continuously and from an unmapped spatial coordinate pouring down down the line to feed her meridians. She tightly locked both palms onto the grip of the trident, the aurora blade energy violently bursting outward, extending into a physics-defying structural edge whose terminal boundaries layout-wise, completely defied all human vision tracks.
In the very next fraction of a second, she driven her knuckles to launch an immediate, downward orbital slash to cleave the continent.
Sizzle!
The putrid, suffocating compression vapor generated as the local oxygen metrics were electrical-disintegrated by the thunder had layout-wise, failed to cross a few meters of distance, before a lone biological silhouette violently shattered through the sky-spanning smoke screens and residual kinetic crosscurrents. Accompanied head-on by the blistering impact wave, his left palm shot forward to cleanly and flawlessly lock its claws straight onto the face of the golden trident.
Hibari registered a sharp, burning agony as those golden lightning arcs ruthlessly transfixed his biological internal pathways, yet the expression anchoring his irises remained beautifully, flawlessly iron-sharp and unyielding; his core logic had long since calibrated his sheet to accept an absolute awakening loop.
Zzz~ Crack!
Millimeter by millimeter, his fingers forcefully pulverized the contorted pressure field shielding the woman's chest plates, before his left palm firmly and with absolute finality clamped onto that exceptionally hazardous, rule-bending divine asset.
Pfft!
Within a single frame of contact, an astronomically terrifying mantle of raw power completely manual-overrode and crushed the Cosmos energy coating his knuckles. Both of his palms looked layout-wise, identically as if they had been ruthlessly transfixed by an infinite concentration of razor-sharp iron needles; yet amidst a massive geyser of spraying essence, his motor pathways completely refused to cede a single millimeter of his grip, forcing the descending trajectory of her trident to a dead, grinding halt.
That sky-spanning aurora edge cleanly sliced through the distant Yangtze river basin, a series of colossal kinetic explosions violently rocketing the water block to print a column of boiling white mist clearing the hundred-meter milestone.
"You absolute fool... simply to safeguard the vital lines of a handful of common mortal cattle active across your immediate sight line, your intellect actually chose a pathing to completely surrender the single optimal strategic opportunity to delete my framework off the ledger..."
The woman dropped her mocking static down the line, millimeter by millimeter driving her muscle groups to force the trident down, her master strategy dictating that her edge would cleanly and within a single frame slice this Reincarnator alongside the entire metropolitan grid below into raw tatters.
Sizzle~
[Alert: You have sustained the direct conceptual contamination of the Lightning and Warfare Authority tracks. Your baseline Biological Activation metrics have sustained a massive system suppression.]
[Alert: You have sustained the direct conceptual contamination of the Lightning and Warfare Authority tracks. Every independent motor calibration your engine initializes compresses a high-priority system probability to cave to an immediate state of total kinetic depression.]
An infinite succession of negative attribute check logs was furiously and non-stop scrolling across Hibari's visual display. He violently ground his teeth, his proprietary Silver Cloth layout-wise, still failing to clear a total baseline collection layout; had his ledger failed to expend a massive pool of premium resources before the Goddess's shrine to manual-override the item constraints, his sheet would layout-wise, completely lack the priority to extract a single wisp of item padding from the armor.
Yet an un-completed Silver Cloth was layout-wise, mathematically disqualified from ever delivering an absolute defensive barrier dense enough to shackle a strike of this magnitude—vastly grander was the reality that the opponent before his boots layout-wise, perfectly matched the system archetype of an elite Contractor who compressed a high-priority priority to legitimately interface alongside an ancestral Deity.
Hibari evaluated the trident edge as it millimeter by millimeter neared the ground topography, letting out a monumental, blood-soaked martial roar as he shoved his entire physical vessel straight into a head-on collision to crash against the woman's coordinates.
Pfft!
The aurora-glowing blade energy layout-wise, merely made light physical contact adjacent to the margins of Hibari's shoulder plates, yet that un-blockable, razor-sharp kinetic intent layout-wise, instantly and flawlessly sliced his shoulder assets into raw pieces.
Yet leveraging that exact suicidal posture, Hibari's claws successfully and with absolute finality blockaded the woman's capacity to continue her downward trajectory.
Daphne evaluated the un-sightly, desperate performance this top-tier Reincarnator was displaying simply to protect a herd of common mortals, her internal processing plummeting into a monumentally deeper pocket of pure strategic contempt. Right as her motor pathways prepared to maximize her weight to force the trident down to grind his biology into dust, her cognitive units logged a diagnostic confirming that the real world had layout-wise, within a single microsecond been reduced to a stark, monochromatic spectrum of absolute black and white.
"The World!"
Amidst a beautifully clear, high-volume verbal register dropping down the line, every single variable across the sector looked identically as if it had been forced past an absolute system toggle to enter a state of total chronological pause. Daphne's twin irises violently and frantically vibrated within their sockets, that massive pool of Divine Energy radiating from the spiritual phantom behind her spine continuously and with absolute finality pouring down to feed her meridians.
Her pupils millimeter by millimeter completed a slow micro-rotation, her neural tracks restarting their processing loops.
A lone biological silhouette had layout-wise, already accelerated its velocity track to slice through the paused airspace, re-anchoring its stance directly before her faceplates. The asset was a man clad in a sleek, pristine white civilian shirt; his level eyes analyzed the woman as her biology continuously demonstrated an active capacity to move her tracks inside his paused timeline, his internal registers layout-wise, extracting a sharp wave of academic astonishment.
Yet the core equation was beautifully secure... his engine layout-wise, completely lacked the requirement to ever play a solitary hand.
Out across the absolute margins of the monochromatic black-and-white space, a massive collective of elite Reincarnator frontliners had layout-wise, already anchor-dropped their boots across the roofs of the surrounding high-rise blocks, an infinite, multi-directional cascade of distinct offensive capabilities and high-tier tracking ordnance having long since broken cover to transfix her coordinates.
"A biological framework that compresses a pathetically low tier of baseline metrics carries an absolute valuation metric of flat zero across this table."
Kaito Shirogane merely restricted his jaw to dropping that solitary line of data, completely omitting the entirety of the intermediate calculation tracks to unrefinedly deliver a final macro-conclusion onto the ledger.
Following that frame, regardless of whether Tanzhishan's processing unit accepted the valuation or chose to compile a line of resistance, his physical frame smoothly executed a full pivot, his boots tracking a measured stride to target those two parallel assets whose skeletal frameworks remained locked in a state of rigid, total immobility clear of the core crater.
Su Enfei operated under the character archetype of an intensely powerful, unyielding female executive—yet at this exact millisecond of the chronology, tracking that cataclysmic predator as his engine successfully finalized an un-blemished return loop to step-by-step close the distance bordering her vitals,
Her heart rate violently and frantically caved through all safety limitations, the absolute layout of her hair strands thoroughly soaked by the high-pressure columns of cold sweat bleeding from her dermal boundaries.
"Mr... Mr. Mercenary Tao..."
Kaito Shirogane's pitch-black irises flamed with a deep, mocking strategic amusement. The entirety of this woman's biological autonomic reactions was beautifully, flawlessly trackable to his focus, his newly optimized [Transparent World] sub-routine layout-wise, already operating with an absolute, organic smoothness that mirrored a primitive instinct.
Having successfully navigated that apocalyptic cataclysmic duel against the Mad King, and having systematically integrated that premium conceptual Sovereign Heart into his inventory tracks, the structural assets and unmapped power archives his biology had legacy-harvested were layout-wise, miles clear of being exhaustively decoded by his own analytics.
That was an abstract mass of power that layout-wise, completely manual-overrode the tracking templates of the terminal; that was explicitly, flawlessly his own unadulterated strength.
Kaito Shirogane casually and with absolute composure dropped a lone palm to rest levelly atop Su Enfei's shoulder plates. Flanking their coordinates, Su Qingqiu's dermal layers subtly flared with a faint white luminescence, yet his motor pathways completely and flawlessly refused to ever launch an un-calculated activation to open [The Pure White Heaven] domain.
Evaluating Mercenary Tao's current velocity metrics and unrefined physical attributes, his analytical processing compiled an absolute diagnostic holding that even assuming his engine clicked a full activation of Pure White Heaven to shackle the beast, Mercenary Tao's un-buffed physical claws would highly, statistically likely manual-tear Su Enfei into raw tatters within a single frame of the clock.
"At this frame of the sequence, your division is system-mandated to cede my registry the absolute executive tracking files mapping that specific Scarlet Mortal Sin interloper."
"Unless... your high command willed a deployment to intersect my coordinates for an alternative purpose than finalizing that transaction, hm?"
He looked for all intents and purposes as if his memory tracks compressed absolutely zero data verifying that a handful of frames prior, their twin vanguard lines were frantically driving their muscles into a head-on civil war explicitly to hijack the executive custody of his own biological shell.
Sustaining the datum, Su Enfei's internal processing unit smoothly extracted a massive wisp of profound tactical relief, her skull executing an immediate, un-compromised nod.
"The equation maps beautifully. That specific interloper has been manually caged within our high-security containment grid bordering the extreme territorial frontier of East Asia; should your crown command the data, our vanguard lines stand layout-wise, perfectly prepared to initialize immediate spatial transmission to pilot-steer your coordinates straight to his cell block to execute his absolute deletion..."
(End of Chapter)
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