San Zai looked slightly puzzled: “Is that Servant really a Contractor? If he is a Contractor, then his health points are simply too high; even with all of us hitting him together, we barely managed to fail to insta-kill him!

But he doesn’t look like a Tank at all. If he isn’t a Contractor, why did I receive 40% rule protection when I attacked him?” Zi thoughtfully remarked: “The wound he sustained from Loki’s spear, Gungnir, clearly hasn’t healed yet.

When attacking his chest, every strike was guaranteed to be a critical hit; it’s obvious that area is his weak spot.” Fang Senyan said: “Remember what Loki said? The Space is like a complete army.

Although it’s mostly comprised of regular soldiers, there are also cooks, transport teams, special forces, intelligence units, and a general staff. This Servant seems to be some kind of experiment, combining the high HP of a plot character with the damage reduction between Contractors.

Furthermore, he likely suffers from the flaw of being unable to be healed by Space-issued medicine. And that Fu character seems more like a privileged scion who exploited some unreasonable rules to infiltrate.

If they behave themselves, the Space probably won’t bother with them, but if they cause too much trouble, they will definitely invite major headaches.” At this moment, Reef sighed in disappointment: “We took quite a risk by deciding not to let Wu Ge intervene, but we still didn't gain anything. Even that black crystal skull was snatched away.” (Because anything Wu Ge attacked never dropped loot.) Fang Senyan sneered: “If I can make that guy feel the pinch, even if it means destroying something for no personal gain, I’ll gladly do it!

Everyone, let’s help take down that monster and leave immediately. I estimate that Fu will arrive soon.

We’ve already exerted our full strength and aren't in peak condition, so there’s no need to confront him head-on. Let him savor the pain for a while longer.” Fang Senyan slammed on the brakes, executing a perfect drift that sent the fleeing Jakaia stumbling forward.

Jakaia himself was already a late-stage cancer patient and was completely suppressed by the Mistress Wu Ge to the point of suffocating. With the group suddenly swarming him without any sense of chivalry, he was swiftly finished off.

Fang Senyan decapitated him with a single slash. Instantly, Jakaia’s corpse and flesh rapidly turned to ash, leaving only the head Fang Senyan held in his palm, which transformed back into the crystalline skull.

Since their objectives were all met, and Fang Senyan had roughly gauged Fu’s strength from the fight with the Servant, he had no intention of engaging Fu after expending all his ultimate skills. He wasn't one for unnecessary risks, so he immediately hit the gas, intending to depart.

However, San Zai, watching the tree shadows receding behind them, suddenly hesitated: “Brother Yan, do you think... since the Servant’s method of survival is different from ours...

perhaps the way loot drops from him is also different from ordinary Contractors?” Fang Senyan said dismissively: “Maybe, but what good stuff could a mere servant possibly drop?” Zi, clearly unhappy about Wu Ge occupying the front passenger seat, immediately retorted: “That’s not necessarily true. Where do you think Zhao Yun’s Azure Dragon Sword came from?” San Zai quickly nodded: “Right, right!

Also, when we were leaving just now, I thought I heard something falling from the sky.” As San Zai mentioned this, Reef immediately chimed in: “I heard it too. It sounded like metal hitting the ground.” Fang Senyan hesitated for a moment: “Then, should we go back and check?

Though we might run into Fu…” Zi shot Fang Senyan a look and decisively stated: “We’re going back. If things get too tough, we’ll just let Sister Wu Ge take over!

At worst, we give up on whatever that guy dropped.” What else could Fang Senyan say? His brothers and his woman had spoken; he could only execute a sharp 180-degree turn, earning furious honks from the vehicles behind him.

Fang Senyan ignored them, speeding back towards the location of the previous battle. Since they hadn't driven far, they reached the area in just about twenty seconds.

Even from a distance of nearly five or six hundred meters, they could see the darkness ahead illuminated as if half the sky were burning red. Upon closer inspection, the place where the fight with the Servant occurred now featured a terrifying “point” in space—a spot resembling a cigarette burn on white paper, rapidly melting the surrounding area.

Within it, one could vaguely see conditions akin to violently boiling magma. Zi gasped in astonishment: “This… this is someone attempting to directly create a wormhole for instantaneous travel!

Isn't he afraid of causing space to collapse? Sailor, it seems the damage we inflicted on Fu this time might be far greater than we anticipated!” At this moment, everyone saw it: where the Servant had died, an ominous dark weapon now rested on the ground.

The surrounding black-red light gathered around it, drifting like silk ribbons in water! Not only that, but the very ground supporting it began to ripple unnaturally, as if it were a water surface, making everything nearby seem intensely unreal.

Zi’s eyes flashed, and her slender, spring-onion-like fingertips traced a bright horizontal line. Immediately, the dark weapon seemed to be swept up by an invisible force and hurtled towards the car.

It must be admitted that Zi’s Psionic Force was quite formidable, often capable of producing highly specific effects. For instance, Fang Senyan could currently drive straight through without slowing down and still snatch the weapon, saving at least five or six seconds.

But suddenly, the ribbon-like light surrounding the weapon flared intensely, possessing a fierce grandeur, as if trying to whip up a thousand snowdrifts. Zi immediately let out a muffled groan, clutching her chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

She was right in front of Fang Senyan, and the warm spray splattered all over his neck, while the malevolent weapon clattered onto the floor. Now they could clearly see that from the distant "wormhole," a finger, like a demon’s, dipped in magma, was starting to emerge!

The nearby air twisted and distorted, occasionally sparking blue flames as it scraped against itself. Seeing this anomaly, the surrounding civilians screamed and fled in terror.

Fang Senyan didn't hesitate; he lunged out. His heart was pounding with shock.

A weapon that had clearly become spoils of war could still inflict significant harm on Zi? What kind of logic was that?

He had never encountered such a thing, nor even heard of it. So, as Fang Senyan grasped the weapon, his own heart began to pound, tinged with nervousness and excitement—much like a seventeen-year-old boy (well, that’s the 80s perspective; 90s readers might lower that age to twelve) holding a girl’s hand for the first time.

And then… just as rashly reaching for Zi’s hand might result in a slap or a high-heeled kick, Fang Senyan received immediate and direct punishment. Smoke began curling up from the palm holding the weapon, accompanied by a charred, acrid smell.

The flesh in his palm was already being scorched by the weapon’s intense heat. However, Fang Senyan clearly wasn't the type to succumb to such pain; he paid it no mind, instead already calculating the trouble and anguish this item would cause for Fu once he took possession of it… what a ruthlessly pragmatic mindset.

“Let’s go to the police station. Whether or not we were caught by SkyNet, we need to strike first and destroy any potentially existing video evidence,” Fang Senyan said calmly as he got into the car, as if the sizzling, burning hand wasn't his own.

Mistress Wu Ge hastily chanted, enveloping his hand with a mass of pale green, misty light. However, the moment this healing light touched Fang Senyan’s hand, the black flames intensified, almost enveloping his entire arm.

Mistress Wu Ge cried out in alarm, fumbling in panic: “I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to.” Fang Senyan roared: “Reef, drive!

Don’t let yourselves be misled by the illusions this sword creates. It can indeed harm the wielder, but it’s far less threatening to me than you imagine.” Reef instantly snapped back to alertness, stomping hard on the accelerator.

The engine roared, quickly leaving the scenery behind. Meanwhile, the distant wormhole expanded further; what had been an eerie, evil demon finger had now become a thick, gnarled palm reaching out!

A piercing "tearing" sound echoed through space, causing some nearby pedestrians to collapse, stunned, with substantial amounts of blood seeping from their ear canals! Only then did Fang Senyan have a moment to examine the weapon.

Undoubtedly, it was a sword—its lines simple, clean, and possessing an unforced heft. Its surface shimmered with an indescribable black-red light.

An ordinary person merely looking at this radiance felt a heavy weight press upon their chest, making breathing difficult. What truly harmed Fang Senyan was a layer of mesmerizing, almost tangible red glow covering the blade.

This red light felt familiar to Fang Senyan, like the glow seen on Bloody Weapons, yet it was far more condensed and refined. The hand gripping the hilt had turned blood-red and transparent, the bones and blood vessels clearly visible within.

Suddenly, a deep green light flared on Fang Senyan’s other hand—his Planetary-level High-Energy Mechanical Gauntlet appeared automatically! Even more bizarrely, the glowing, transparent light on it separated itself—it was the nascent Liquid Metal Lifeform.

Its surface suddenly condensed into a distorted face, screaming at Fang Senyan: “Master, I must devour this mutated, high-ranking Lieutenant-level Bloody Weapon! If I consume it, I can reach the adult stage!” (To be continued.

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