Night of Despair-Chapter 208 - : Exploring 2

Chapter 208: Exploring 2

“The second investigation team is still fine; no major issues. We have located the whereabouts of one of the Meisha family members. The joint military has already dispatched a positioning drone to scout the area. After the blanket bombing is completed, the investigation team will go to check,” Xin Zhilei said with ease.

“Understood,” Yu Hong relaxed a bit.

Communication ended, the communicator disconnected.

He took up a pen to record the intelligence he had just received and then went down to the basement to once again begin the arduous practice of the Thunderbolt Leg Technique.

Just the final layer remained for him to reach completion and enter the overlaid state of the Thunderbolt Transformation. By then, his strength would definitely see a major enhancement and change.

So he had to hurry.

Today was the day of the Black Ship’s arrival. Tomorrow, he planned to make thorough preparations to completely deal with that mysterious black hand.

A night without words.

Early the next day.

The sky was dimly lit. But quickly, lasting only ten minutes, the sky that had just brightened swiftly dimmed again.

Yu Hong wasn’t surprised, just silently put on the enhanced suit, took his weapon and equipment, and walked out of the camp.

Shortly, the sky turned pitch black. Once more, the surroundings plunged into the profound darkness where one could not see their own fingers.

Yu Hong stood in front of the mountain wall behind the cave, the greenish light of the atomic lamp illuminating the wooden bridge in front.

This time he only brought four dragon lizards, all the rest were scattered around defending the camp.

After repairing the Array, the Black Mark was assigned to enhance the luminous stone.

Everything around was settled, only the wooden bridge remained unusual.

Yu Hong glanced at the detector screen and checked the Array markings again.

Suddenly, his expression faltered.

“The Red Value intrusion on the wooden bridge has stopped increasing?”

The current rate of Red Value intrusion was the same as yesterday’s, with no change whatsoever.

‘Could it be…’ Yu Hong thought about the chaos he caused on that solitary island yesterday, and that black hand… He always felt that thing might be very much related to the wooden bridge and the Black Ship.

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Pausing briefly, he immediately stopped pondering whether his actions yesterday had had an effect. He would know if he tried again today.

With that thought, he dropped his face mask, pressed his foot down, and suddenly darted out.

He covered the distance of several dozen meters in a flash.

In the blink of an eye, he was on the Black Ship at the end of the wooden bridge.

Thump.

A muffled sound, the deck shuddered slightly as he leapt onto it.

But no sooner had he boarded the ship than Yu Hong swept his gaze and saw a black-haired humanoid figure in a black robe sitting in a corner.

The figure was sitting with knees bent on the deck. Upon noticing Yu Hong’s arrival, it stood up, a wave of invisible fluctuations spreading out from its body.

Within a radius of several dozen meters around, all directions simultaneously shifted.

Boom!

Before it could even start its attack, a huge black iron sphere appeared above its head.

It crashed down heavily.

The humanoid figure shattered, turning into black smoke.

Yu Hong’s expression remained calm as he checked for any remnants before sitting down cross-legged, quietly waiting for the Black Ship to arrive.

He had become very adept at dealing with these direction-confusing humanoid Black Disasters.

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New Aurora City, the Joint Military Pu Cheng First Hospital.

Xin Zhilei, in casual attire—a purple blouse with fitted black trousers—entered the hospital’s nursing ward through a VIP passage, escorted by a group of security personnel.

In the pristine hospital lobby, the hospital director, who had been waiting for a long time, greeted her quietly with a group of medical staff and led her through several clean corridors.

Eventually, they reached an extremely quiet special intensive care unit.

The elderly, white-haired director said nothing, merely nodding to Xin Zhilei before turning to quietly leave with his team.

Leaving her alone.

From this point on, the next fifteen minutes were absolutely undisturbed quiet time.

Xin Zhilei slowly approached a room with transparent glass walls and looked through the glass at the person lying on the bed inside.

It was a young bald boy, bearing a striking resemblance to her.

She didn’t speak or make any other movements, just quietly regarded the frail boy on the bed.

One hand gently pressing against the glass wall, Xin Zhilei’s silvery-gray pupils seemed to focus, yet also seemed to fall into some inexplicable trance.

The fifteen minutes quickly passed.

She lowered her hand, reluctantly turned away, and briskly walked out of the corridor.

Her subordinates had already been waiting for a while outside.

A guard quickly handed her an encrypted phone.

Xin Zhilei glanced at the latest messages on the phone, her expression slightly furrowed.

“The returning convoy was attacked?”

“Yes, there have been two convoys that encountered attacks, one after the other. The number of dead and wounded has not been tallied yet. The rescue team has rushed over and temporarily repelled the Level 9 Black Disaster Blood-eating Dragon. Since it is a Blood Tide creature, it was relatively manageable,” the subordinate spoke softly yet with a low voice.

“And the injured from the mutant investigation team? Were they attacked as well?” Xin Zhilei inquired.

“Yes…”

“What about the flies and worms?”

“They encountered Yu Hong’s counterattack while they were attempting to probe and failed to escape in time, so I detonated them,” the subordinate’s voice sounded strange, despite wearing a black military uniform of the joint army, they managed to exude a weirdly slack demeanor.

“How foolish,” Xin Zhilei had no words to respond.

“So, about the attack on the investigation team’s injured, do we need to notify Black Wind Camp?” the subordinate asked softly.

“There’s no need; mutants are not that easy to kill. Still, we need to find them quickly. The dangers outside are escalating. The only ones who can enjoy a bit of freedom right now are the mutants and you modified humans,” Xin Zhilei led the way out of the hospital and got into the bulletproof car, heading towards the military commission building.

“Understood. According to signal feedback, the second investigation team’s vital signs are stable; there’s no danger to their lives,” said the subordinate in the car, nodding.

“Keep a personal eye on this matter. Remember, the mutants cannot die. The newly reassembled Team Two must maintain its combat effectiveness and cannot have any issues, at least not until we deal with those two Meisha members,” Xin Zhilei’s voice took on a slight edge.

“I understand.”

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Creak.

The gate to the courtyard swung open automatically.

Yu Hong didn’t stop for a moment, his burly figure darting into the yard like a black cat, agile and nimble, his legs glowing faintly with unreleased Inner Qi.

This time, his approach prioritized stealth and agility.

Boom!

The wall in front of him was smashed through.

Debris scattered, and through the dust cloud, Yu Hong’s figure charged forward, heading for the second wall.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!!

Three walls in a row were effortlessly breached.

Yu Hong finally returned to the altar in the backyard garden at his fastest speed.

Hiss!

Just as he entered the garden, he skidded to a halt, the chains and iron ball he dragged behind him moved by inertia. With the force of his arms and the burst of his Inner Qi…

Whoosh!!

The iron ball, like a cannonball under multiple forces, slammed into the incense burner on the altar.

The incense burner’s black smoke and lightning coalesced into a large hand, attempting to repeat its previous trick by reaching for the spiked ball.

But this time, accompanying the iron ball was a chaotic assortment of Radiation Hand Grenades, the new radiation bombs.

Boom!

A loud noise resounded.

As the iron ball collided with the dark hand, causing ripples to spread, those assorted radiation weapons also exploded at that moment.

Hiss hiss hiss hiss!!!

A dense array of explosion force fields suppressed the concentration of Red Value around the black hand, halving it instantly.

With the concentration of Red Value suppressed,

Yu Hong, already ablaze with white flames, charged at the ground with a stomp, rushing toward the mysterious incense burner beneath the black hand.

Igniting his Inner Qi, he utilized the Thunderbolt Leg Technique at full power and reached for the body of the incense burner itself.

He was using the speed of the Thunderbolt Leg to catch the black hand off guard – a direct strike at the vital spot, maximizing his own advantages.

The fifth layer of the Thunderbolt Leg Technique was starting to show off its exaggerated movement speed.

With the ability to cover thirty or forty meters in a second, Yu Hong appeared within a meter of the incense burner in the blink of an eye.

However, when he reached straight for the incense burner, he noticed something dark red writhing and spinning within the hollowed-out patterns of the burner.

Even more bizarrely, the black hand seemed to completely ignore his dash towards the incense burner, continuing to suppress the iron ball and hovering in mid-air.

In the split second of realization, Yu Hong’s heart stirred, and he forcibly twisted his hand to the side.

The explosive burst of the Thunderbolt Leg Technique granted him a strong high-speed adaptive reflex.

Plop.

Without realizing what he had grabbed, but certain it wasn’t the incense burner, he hastily retracted his hand.

Then his right leg, filled with Inner Qi flame, swept upward from below, erupting in a harsh laugh as he ferociously kicked the center of the altar.

Crack!!

The altar snapped in two on the spot. The incense burner was sent flying high.

The black hand above quickly faded, dispersed, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

All around, silence settled once again. Darkness enveloped the area as if something even more troublesome and dangerous was rapidly brewing, on the verge of eruption.

Yu Hong, sensing something was amiss, grabbed onto the object, dragging the iron ball and ran.

Bolting over a hundred meters away from the mansion, he only then looked back toward the altar.

Plop.

A black hand, identical to the one before, stretched out from the garden’s ground.

Not only one hand but another also emerged, pulling at the sides.

Pushing upwards, they revealed a massive, pitch-black three-eyed figure.

From a distance, the figure appeared in a black robe, its black hair twisted up in a Taoist bun, the expression dignified and solemn, as if it were somehow reminiscent of a Taoist statue.

Ignoring Yu Hong, the figure looked down and reached for the ground,

As if trying to grasp something.

But the black hand shattered in the midst of its reach, the entire figure rapidly crumbling to countless black stone fragments, collapsing and scattering across the floor.

With the thunderous sound of falling rubble, quietude soon returned to the surroundings.

Only then did Yu Hong have the chance to see what he had actually grabbed.

It was that scroll of sacred texts held down by a paperweight!

Holding the text in hand, even through his gloves, gave him a cold, slimy sensation, like a piece of raw meat.

On the surface of the text were five big characters, which Yu Hong did not recognize.

What was strange, however, was that although he didn’t recognize the characters, they gave him a sense of peace and tranquility.

Despite the disgusting feel of the text itself, the characters seemed inviting, eliciting a desire to draw closer.

This conflicting sensation instinctively made Yu Hong think of the defiled mixed with the sacred and pure.

He controlled the dragon lizard while holding the sacred text, quickly turned around, and dashed toward the dock.

Within half a minute, he was back on the boat.

He had just sat down cross-legged for a few moments when the dock outside, the fields, and the mansion started to shake and twist slightly.

Everything around him began to blur as if reflected in water or as illusory as foam, rippling and fading away.

The boat was once again engulfed by the surrounding Black Fog.

“Although fighting that thing might take ages, I need to be fast,” Yu Hong sighed with relief, inspecting the sacred text in his hand.

The text was grey-white, with black vertical lines dividing columns of writing.

Strangely enough, even though Yu Hong didn’t recognize the writing, he immediately felt the book contained something special, perhaps a sacred text filled with softness, light, and tranquility.