Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"All members, fire!!" The fat lieutenant squawked and went looking for cover.

Whoosh, a police officer used a shoulder-held rocket launcher to blast at the helicopter.

The rocket launcher actually exploded directly in mid-air with a boom.

A tall black figure floated up from the sea below. It was a two-to-three-meters tall, black metal robot. One could say that it was a Cyborg. However, this Cyborg had a much larger area of modification than the kind Garen had previously encountered. With the exception of half the side of the head, his entire body parts seemed to have modified into metal bodies.

The most conspicuous thing was that this guy had a small white flag behind his head with a word on it: Dragon.

"Dragon?" Garen peered through the gap and looked over. When he saw this Cyborg appear, he instantly had some doubts. "Is that him? The legendary mechanical Tyrannosaurus?"

"…What a cold sense of humor," Nine-Tailed Fox's voice came from the paper clip. "Although I don't want to admit it, he is the one whom we are waiting for. Vulture's T-Rex."

"That is to say, these police officers who were first here are actually all imposters?" Garen could not comprehend.

"Not imposters, but they originally…" Bang!!

Nine-Tailed Fox's voice was submerged by the violent explosion and was not clearly heard.

Garen made nothing of it and watched T-Rex, who was in the distance on the sea, ejecting several small missiles with wave trajectory from his chest. A yacht was directly blown into two by the missiles, slowly tilting and sinking in a huge red fire.

Fortunately, that yacht was the one last steered over here by the police officers, not Reid's yacht that Garen and others had set sail on.

"Scatter Flowers," The mechanical T-Rex coldly uttered. He spread out his right hand, and on the palm there erected a disc like that of an antenna disc. The silver disc slowly opened up like a flower blossoming.

Endless streams of bullets could be heard coming from his body. The policemen and the previously apprehended anonymous attackers were madly firing back, but only fire sparks were seen on T-Rex's body surface. Other than that, there were not any other traces.

The slightly larger rocket launchers and howitzers were easily evaded by T-Rex.

Sizz!

The antenna dish on his palm suddenly shot out a little white light from the center of it.

The white light rose into the sky, like a rocket launcher. It burst into a ma.s.s of white light in the air over this sea region.

Garen suddenly felt a sense of danger, pulled out his sword, and struck out in a lightning manner.

Whoos.h.!.+

A silver arc emerged in front of him.

Clang clang clang… A dense collision noise sounded in front of him. Numerous ox hair-like steel needles were deflected and nailed to the deck of the yacht.

Garen's arm was almost completely blurred. Only a little gray shadow was seen moving, while the rest was an incessant variety of cling-clang sounds.

On another yacht in the distance, Nine-Tailed Fox's body was spinning and it seemed that she was well-prepared. Her rotating body had a ribbon-like white cloth strip around it, directly attracting a vast amount of the steel needles to her. The cloth strip obviously had a strong magnetic force. It was more than twice as easy for her as compared to Garen.

Farther away on a yacht, the swarm of police officers clothed in black and the so-called national security personnel all suffered. They almost fell in response. The vast number of steel needles descended from the sky and savagely pierced through most of their bodies. They were extremely accurate.

"Watch. This is the legendary Tyrannosaurus!!" Nine-Tailed Fox's laughter traveled over. "Rainstorm Dragon, this is the strongest masterpiece of some powerhouse in the Vulture."

"It really is amazing," Garen was also feeling it. "I am thinking about whether to create something similar as well," he recalled the series of biochemical technology he had mastered. If he were to try it out, he might find some suitable parts in which he could apply.

"You better forget it. How nice it is to just diligently practice your Sword Art. Sword Master? You know? This is the comprehensive evaluation given to you by the inside of Vulture," Nine-Tailed Fox seemed to have gotten the latest news.

"What use is that?" Garen was speechless. "Can it be used against the Slayer?"

"Far from that," Nine-Tailed Fox replied simply. "The Slayer, as the strongest individual existence of this world's Plot, is the best masterpiece of the human being's killing consciousness. Whatever sword techniques or saber techniques you know, he also knows. Even the gone-extinct ancient top killing skill he also knows. Even if it is the skill you have just created, he can master it completely with just a glance and could bring it into play much mightier than you!"

"So freakis.h.!.+" Garen was speechless.

"Of course it is freakis.h.!.+ How else can he be called the Slayer?" Nine-Tailed Fox said helplessly. "That is why we are pus.h.i.+ng others to collect contribution points to hire powerhouses."

During their conversation, there were not many of those who could still move in this sea region. There seemed to be a huge magnetic force under Rainstorm Dragon's feet. He straight away walked on the wall of the boat in a ninety-degree manner, boarded the yacht, and began to resolve the remaining recalcitrant police officers and resistors.

The sound of gunshots and flames continued to s.h.i.+ne from his arms.

The blood on the yacht converged together, almost tainting the entire deck red. It was extremely gruesome.

The fat lieutenant who wanted to jump into the sea to escape on the motorboat had a bullet accurately shot through the back of his head and died on the spot.

In just one minute, more than half of the police officers and national security who were present were killed, leaving only Reid's bodyguards who did not open fire and the beauties on the yacht who had no resistance.

"Your little lover is in trouble. Aren't you going to rescue him?" Garen teased.

"I was just playing with him," Nine-Tailed Fox simply said. "Don't you know that the one you can't get is always the best?" She raised her chest from far and used one hand to knead one side of her breast.

"You are as abominable as Kong Xinxue," Garen breathed out a puff of air and held back the incitement in his heart. "It's just two kinds of appearance in different aspects."

"Which is why we are good friends," Nine-Tailed Fox actually began to shed off her swimsuit. She took out black clothes she had gotten from who-knew-where and began to change her clothes right in front of Garen.

There was no intention of concealing the body and the angle she stood at was so happen to be visible only to Garen.

Out of courtesy, since he did not really want to touch this woman, Garen turned away and did not look at the other party. However, the wave of incitement in his heart was getting more intense.

With the last shot over that side, T-Rex had resolved the last police officer. He walked to the front of Reid and others. The remaining people were all shocked and afraid, not knowing what he was going to do.

"All of you…" T-Rex slowly opened his mouth.

Clang!

Suddenly, his right arm was raised, blocking the side of his head. A golden spark sputtered on his arm.

"Are there still survivors?" His voice was as hoa.r.s.e as air leaking, and he turned his head around in the direction of the shot. There was a small pleasure boat headed over here.

On the bow stood a man, and it was actually Yuria!

He was dressed in tight-fitting black clothes and looking at the tragic scene over here, which was like h.e.l.l. There were police and national security corpses everywhere.

A chubby merchant with a beard was standing next to Yuria, looking over with a smiley face.

"It's him!" The merchant took out a cigar and lighted it. "Vulture's T-Rex, Rainstorm Dragon."

Yuria fixed his eyes on T-Rex with a solemn face. He did not know why but when he saw the gruesome scene in front of him, he did not feel nauseous and afraid at all. Instead, he had quickly accustomed to it.

"Super gravitational bomb basically does him no harm, but it can temporarily paralyze all his body's firepower ability. You can finish this guy off with just hand-to-hand combat," The chubby merchant grinned.

"Uncle Galouro," Yuria calmly said. "Please take care of my sister for now."

"No problem. Don't worry!" The chubby merchant nodded. "I'm here, and it's not just me alone," He looked back at the bodyguards who came out from behind.

"That's good," Yuria jumped down and dived into the sea. A motorboat approached from the side. He grabbed it, rolled over and rode on it.

Rainstorm Dragon turned around and looked coldly at the on-coming Yuria.

He stretched out his arm and the machine gun loaded on it was not working anymore. It was not just the machine gun but all the fire controls on his body seemed to have failed.

"Is it super gravitational bomb? That's interesting."

He strode forward, walked to the wide deck of the yacht, and stood still, waiting quietly for the other party to arrive.

The super gravitational bomb had a limited time of only twenty minutes, and it would weaken with time. Therefore, the purpose of the other party was very clear, which was melee combat!

He just needed to stand here and quietly wait for the other party to come.

"It's going to begin…" Over this side, Garen and Nine-Tailed Fox who had changed her clothes had gathered together.

"Why would Yuria dare to engage with Rainstorm Dragon? I am very clear about his combat strength. He shouldn't be strong enough to beat that fellow?" Garen was puzzled.

"Really?" Nine-Tailed Fox smirked slightly. Her arm naturally wrapped around Garen's arms. "If you're just thinking as such, you're in for a great surprise."

"Oh?" Garen did not doubt the authenticity of Nine-Tailed Fox's words. He did faintly see something queer from Yuria's posture movement at this moment.

It was a little like something he had never seen before.

"It seems to be a new kind of battle skill?" He guessed.

Nine-Tailed Fox smiled and did not reply.

"If it is a special weapon add on, which has the same powerful effect as that previous thing, then the odds are indeed there," Garen nodded, clearly having ascertained some clues.

"You have a good eye," Nine-Tailed Fox laughed. "The level of Rainstorm Dragon is considered to be not-too-bad in the Plot," Her tone was very high, and there was a kind of condescending att.i.tude.

Among these Transmigrators, which one of them did not have their own unique accomplishments in various fields before coming to this world, except for a few special ones? This was the acc.u.mulation of the worlds, time, and energy.

Garen understood that although he was powerful, Nine-Tailed Fox, who was once a top great monster existence, was definitely no less than him. It was just that he did not know how powerful she was and to what extent.

Glancing at Nine-Tailed Fox, this fellow seemed to have concealed a lot of intelligence and did not tell it out. But from her concern about the Slayer, it was clear that that fellow was far trickier to be handled than imagined. He would have at least risen to the mighty level of unnatural powers.

Garen was also beginning to worry a little whether his previous relaxing state was too optimistic.

He had not seen the Slayer with his own eyes. Unlike these Transmigrators, he understood the general trend, which was the so-called Plot method, and was different from them. He did not see the Slayer killing with his own eyes, but he had seen a few images in the general trend scenes and was not clear about his specific strength.

"Should I consider whether to enhance my Sword Art by one level with the Soul Seed?" Garen contemplated. Now that he saw the state of Rainstorm Dragon, he began to wonder in his heart. If Rainstorm Dragon's kind of level could only be evaluated as not-too-bad, how powerful then would the Slayer be that Nine-Tailed Fox and others were fearful and had to be this cautious?