Chapter 215 This Damned Proficiency

A dozen minutes later, Mo Chuan drove in Zhao Qingfeng's jeep towards the southern part of the city.

I, Mo Chuan! In this lifetime! I must have a! Long! Range! Teleport! Skill!

Due to Mo Chuan's intervention, the army on the north bank was in temporary chaos, allowing the south bank to rest and rebuild their defenses.

However, the vehicle stopped as they approached the southern side of the first defense line.

The adjutant in the passenger seat spoke, "Officer, wait a moment. I'll go see what's happening up ahead..."

Zhao Qingfeng waved his hand, signaling the adjutant to deal with it quickly, but Mo Chuan sensed three somewhat familiar soul auras, causing him to instinctively stick his head out the window to take a look.

He saw several soldiers beating and kicking other soldiers who were dressed relatively shabbily, occasionally spewing curses and phlegm.

The adjutant walked over and reprimanded them, and only then did the soldiers stop. A soldier explained a moment to the adjutant, who then walked back towards the jeep.

"Officer, some deserters were discovered by the disciplinary team while fleeing from the first front line to the second. They were educating those three deserters just now," the adjutant said, saluting.

"Tell them to get out of the way. Don't mind them," Zhao Qingfeng said.

The adjutant nodded, waved at the soldiers, and after they cleared the path, the jeep started moving again.

Mo Chuan retracted his head into the car. As they passed these soldiers, he saw the Wang family's three brothers—all of them had bruised and swollen faces, their clothes stained with dried mud and blood, and their helmets and guns were wrapped with rags and bandages.

Good heavens, are these soldiers? Even the elders of the Beggar Clan would shake their heads if you called them beggars.

"Wait a moment!" Mo Chuan still called to stop the car, then got out and approached Wang Hu, whose eyes were slightly dazed from being beaten, and said, "Brother Hu?"

"Brother Chuan?" Mo Chuan's voice jolted Wang Hu back to reality from his daze. He grabbed Mo Chuan's clothes like a drowning man and said, "Brother Chuan, help a brother out, no, help Xiao Bao! Get him out of here!"

"It's okay... Brother Hu... it's okay..." Mo Chuan first calmed Wang Hu's emotions, then turned to Zhao Qingfeng and said, "Uncle Zhao, I know these three. Could you..."

At first, the soldiers frowned upon hearing Mo Chuan's words, but seeing Zhao Qingfeng nod calmly, they said nothing more.

The adjutant had to call for a medic to transport the Wang brothers to the field hospital for proper care.

Zhao Qingfeng only took Mo Chuan to Ji Bei City and then returned, so Mo Chuan had to hitch a ride alone (sitting on the roof) to the small hill closest to the toll station, using the highway lights and car headlights to squint and observe the stream of cars crowding the highway leading south.

The toll station leaving the city was deserted, with only the soldiers Zhao Qingfeng had temporarily assigned checking identification and maintaining order.

Thousands of troops crossing a single log bridge, it was naturally crowded.

Mo Chuan had initially just wanted to communicate with the checking soldiers, to ask them to simplify the inspection process and let the civilians leave Ji Bei City first. (If Mo Chuan hadn't opened his barrier, surviving would have been higher the further south you went.)

But a strange feeling enveloped Mo Chuan's heart.

This feeling... so strange, so familiar, like ants crawling on his body, making him want to leave the spot immediately.

Mo Chuan tried hard to recall, but inexplicably remembered a few lines:

"Roger that~"

"Ramming~"

"I'm already at full speed."

"Firm! Like! A! Rock!"

"Damn it, protect myself first!" Mo Chuan immediately cast a shield on himself.

As expected, in the dim sky, a dark purple figure flew towards Mo Chuan.

"What is this?" Mo Chuan tried hard to recall the characters of the Heavenly Stems and Earthly Branches, but couldn't find one that matched this skill of falling from the sky.

[Hellwalker·Venerable Dragon·Iron Dragon]!

[Soul Summoning Lamp]!

[Endless Hell]!

Who the hell do you think you are? My armor is almost at five thousand, magic resistance over one hundred sixty, with percentage-based damage reduction. Can you hurt me?

Have you ever seen how I was killed by Yama's subordinates and various old monsters?!

Come on! Do you think I'm afraid of you—

Boom—

The fleeing crowd saw a purple meteor flying from the north, crashing directly into a nearby hillside, and they immediately sped up, trying to squeeze out of the city.

The smoke and dust mixed with gravel, leaves, ash, and... demonic energy.

"Cough... cough... cough..." Mo Chuan looked in disbelief at his shield, which was still active but had a large hole in it.

The night sky was a bit dark...

Wait, night sky?

Mo Chuan quickly tried to get up from the ground, but the first thing he heard was the groaning of his steel armor under heavy load, and then he felt something pressing down on him.

The shield was broken, but not shattered—it was true damage.

The steel armor was damaged, but the person was fine—they held back.

In conclusion, it must be a person, and someone he knew.

Mo Chuan carefully looked into his arms and saw a white fluffy ball vigorously trying to squeeze into his embrace.

What is this?

Mo Chuan coughed and placed his hand on the white fluffy ball, then gently rubbed it, wanting to see its reaction.

The ball nuzzled into his palm, then used its small hands to claw at the steel armor, seemingly trying to open it.

"No... cough... cough... that..."

"Click—"

The steel armor was pried open, revealing Mo Chuan inside.

???

Mo Chuan began to re-examine the white fluffy ball in his arms. Just as he was about to say something, the white fluffy ball stuffed its face into Mo Chuan's open chest and took a deep breath.

??????

Mo Chuan couldn't take it anymore. He pushed the white fluffy ball up and switched the overloaded [Iron Dragon] to [Crimson Moon].

Since the other party unexpectedly didn't resist, Mo Chuan could finally see clearly who this ball was.

"Mo Fei?!?!"

ps: Surprised? Unexpected? The big smart one has arrived. (The pit is revealed in Chapter 83)

Mo Fei's skill update:

[Six Paths Descent]: Mo Fei charges from an ultra-long distance to a target area, dealing magic damage and knocking up all targets; under the [Heart Demon Soul Devourer] state, [Six Paths Descent] will deal true damage and apply a mark to all targets within the domain. The mark will reduce the targets' dual defenses, and Mo Fei's attacks will execute any target with less than 20% HP that has a mark.

When used on a target with [Synchronicity], the casting range is doubled.