(Two chapters combined, both updated together)
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Nuobai wouldn't betray him, which moved Su Mo deeply.
But the sense of crisis in his heart didn't diminish at all.
Although he was familiar with the layout and structure of this Life Sequence Exploration Center, and could maneuver against Alote and others for a short time inside,
Ultimately, the advantage provided by terrain is limited in the face of a disparity in hard power.
The bullets would eventually run out, the distance would eventually shorten, and it was only a matter of time before he and Nuobai would be caught.
What to do...
Could he use the information advantage accumulated over dozens of cycles to turn the tables here?
Like killing the Bat-winged Demon and luring the Razor people into a laser trap?
I'm afraid not...
They had seen the dismembered body of the Bat-winged Demon outside, surely knowing there was a trap there.
What about other places?
Is there any other unknown facility here that could be used to turn the tables...
Su Mo bit his forefinger as he thought, unconsciously biting until it bled.
Quietly, Nuobai's small hand reached into Su Mo's line of sight.
She placed the blood-stained white mask from her hand into his arms.
Su Mo was stunned.
Nuobai... took off her mask?
He stared blankly at Nuobai.
Even though he had seen her countless times in the game, facing Nuobai's real face in reality still left Su Mo shocked.
Nuobai's skin was flawless like porcelain, the exquisite beauty carrying a deep sense of chastity without any expression, and the bloodstains on the corners of her lips weren't repulsive at all; instead, they looked like a red lotus blooming in the snow against her white skin, presenting a breathtaking beauty.
After removing the mask, Nuobai took the most precious gene protein compiler from her pocket and placed it in Su Mo's arms as well.
"Nuobai?" Su Mo didn't understand what she meant.
Nuobai didn't respond and placed her hand on the Tang Blade at her waist.
"Swish——" The sharp blade was unsheathed, radiating a dazzling glare.
Her eyes were illuminated by the blade's light.
However, her pupils were no longer pure black.
Instead, they ominously showed a hint of crimson.
This was a sign of rapidly flowing blood affecting her irises.
Alone, with one blade, Nuobai headed towards the battlefield outside.
Su Mo watched her departing figure, a cold smile gradually emerging on his face as he muttered to himself, "Yeah, you can still open the red eyes..."
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Alote, stationed outside the cover, had not received a response and signaled his men, preparing for a frontal assault.
"Team leader." Suddenly, the Razor Warriors all got into a defensive stance, aiming their guns forward.
Alote looked over.
He saw Nuobai leaving the cover, slowly walking towards them.
"Have you figured it out? Then..." Alote stopped mid-sentence.
His gaze fell on Nuobai's handsome young face, seeing for the first time the true appearance of the famous "Silent Death God."
As a team leader in one of the Razor Rapid Response Team's combat groups, Alote had dealt with mercenaries on numerous missions and was well-acquainted with this group.
Mercenaries earned their living by accepting commissions.
Reputation was crucial for these people.
With a big enough reputation, employers would come knocking, and intermediaries would actively contact them with high-quality commissions.
To achieve this, mercenaries often deliberately increased their exposure, hoping to be recognized at a glance.
As for whether exposing personal information would invite revenge...
If you're afraid of dying, why be a mercenary?
Therefore, very few mercenaries hid their appearance, truly very few.
They always charged forward fearlessly, climbing desperately for wealth, fame, and status, just to make a name for themselves.
But the "Silent Death God" before them was an exception.
This mercenary had left herself an exit strategy from the start.
She always wore a mask during commissions and never exposed her true appearance.
Apart from the Tang Blade and her white hair, her other personal information was never leaked, not even the darknet known for rampant privacy trading had any data on her.
Only a very few intermediaries who worked closely with her had seen the true face of the Silent Death God.
And those "fortunate" enough to witness the Death God's true face among her enemies would never speak again.
Nuobai suddenly removing her mask now was partly to reduce restrictions.
After all, wearing a mask would slightly affect vision, which didn't matter much against weaklings, but in a showdown between experts, any restriction could make a huge difference in outcome.
On the other hand, Alote also realized that this person was prepared to fight to the death with them.
Because only the dead could not reveal her secrets.
Under the cautious eyes of the Razor Warriors, Nuobai held the Tang Blade horizontally in front of her, slowly closing her eyes.
Suddenly, an abnormal change occurred.
Nuobai's previously pale skin abruptly appeared with scarlet markings; the endless blood streaks spread wildly, surging over her entire body in an instant.
In the next moment, her skin emitted a billowing white mist, indicating that her body temperature was soaring rapidly; the blood streaks also surged to the extreme, presenting an extraordinarily eerie hue.
Amidst the swirling white mist, she opened her eyes.
The Razor Warriors stood stunned, someone muttered, "Her eyes..."
Nuobai's eyes were originally the ordinary black of humans, but now they had completely turned an eerie crimson, as if a sea of blood was surging within them.
Those crimson eyes reflected the eight Razor Warriors, glaring with wolf-like ferocity, the deadly intimidation instantly swept around, unprecedentedly overwhelming.
From behind the cover, Su Mo watched everything unfold, two words surfacing in his mind—Scorching Blood.
"Scorching Blood" was an ability self-created by Nuobai using the Crimson Rose Blood Code, violently enhancing cellular activity through controlling blood's overloaded flow, exponentially boosting combat capabilities like strength, speed, and dynamic vision.