Beginning with the Ubume Bird Chapter 278

Chapter 278: Chapter 4: The Unexpected Magic Motion Technology

An eerie frost spread from Li Yan's feet, the great Devouring Blade that had lifted the jeep into the air now jabbed into the ground, its gleaming blade reflecting the faces of those who couldn't believe the terror before them.

The overturned jeep traced a parabolic arc through the air, accompanied by a wind so fierce that one couldn't keep their eyes open, and crashed down with a deafening thud, plowing a trail more than six meters long in the upturned soil.

“Wandering Deity!”

Someone cried out in shock, as if they had witnessed a fierce demon rising from the abyss.

From the ordinary first rank capable of traversing the wasteland alone, such as the Dual Gun Savior, to the mighty second rank, and then to the powerful third and fourth ranks like the Bear-style Tank, which would only be deployed to seize large-scale resources like minerals, gasoline, and water sources. And finally, the stuff of legends, the fifth rank, unseen by human eyes.

From first to fifth rank, this was a system that people had deduced after integrating the remnants of military forces before the arrival of the harshest winters, the influence of radiation mutations, and genetic potion modifications.

As the most representative of the ferocious third-rank assault troops, the Wandering Deity, was the murder weapon of choice for the large arms organizations when sweeping the no-man's lands of bandits!

With horrendous strength capable of tearing mutant manes, a hundred meters in the blink of an eye, and ghost-like burst speeds, coupled with fully automated weaponry, the Wandering Deity was notoriously fierce throughout the entire northwestern region.

In any major force's sweep against the displaced populations, there would be one to three Wandering Deities leading the team.

Moreover, the frost marks and icy trails before them were not abilities that could be granted by the “Wandering Deity gene” potion.

Higher-order genes would crush the effect of lower-order genes, so this man must have taken another, lesser-known third-rank genetic potion!

He was a dual-gene third-rank warrior!

Such people were few and far between in the entire B24 no-man's land; even the Raine Brothers would have to treat with respect, and Kuang Zhuoma's women would pounce on him like wildcats scenting blood.

Yet what greeted Li Yan was not disbandment, but an even more intense firepower assault!

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A gaunt old man with a hooked nose and white bone earrings glared red-eyed while pulling the trigger, grinding his teeth, attempting to shred Li Yan with bullets and cursing loudly at the recoiling mob.

They couldn't run away.

Those who fled would be more easily singled out and killed by the “Wandering Deity.” This was an experience etched into the brutal Raiders of the no-man's land through countless deaths.

Fear could rob one of the courage to resist and plunge one into hysterical madness. Those who always succumbed to the former were long ago turned into dung for the wild vultures and rotten wolves of the wasteland.

Suddenly, the mob's attitude towards Li Yan shifted from one extreme to another.

With a single gesture from Li Yan, a vigorous splash of water arose before him and instantly froze into a hard lump of ice, colliding loudly with the scorching bullets raining down upon it.

“Bang~” “Bang~”

Behind the shattered ice shards, a Tiger-headed Devouring Blade protruded, piercing through a rioter's body, gun and flesh alike, Li Yan raised the gun's shaft, flinging the corpse away, which then crashed onto another vehicle. The scene was utter chaos.

Amidst the howl of madness, someone grabbed a couple of grenades from the trunk and barely raised their hand when a roar burst next to their ear, the world turned red, they fell silent and backward with a gap full of bloody froth…

Blood Dip!

They say it has no consumption, no cool-down, and a range within fifty meters, but when Li Yan activated Blood Dip, he still felt a slight discomfort, a touch of nausea. Plus, he had to focus on the target, but as far as Li Yan was concerned, he could have ended it with a raise of his arm, why suffer needlessly? Therefore, he did not rely too much on the consumption-less Blood Dip, instead opting for a more visceral and stimulating method!

Golden shells flew chaotically, cushioned by layers of ice, bullets that reached Li Yan's body no longer hurt, after all, if it came to physical resilience, he was anything but frail. Small caliber bullets couldn't even reach his bones.

Without a doubt, this would be a slaughter, provided, of course, these people resisted to the death.

“Spurt~”

Li Yan spat out a sound; a bullet had just missed his eye socket at the perfect angle, creeping through the dead angle of Wu Zhiqi's ice transformation. It almost got in, thanks to his quick reflexes.

This was no coincidence.

Li Yan abruptly turned his head, his gaze fixed in the direction from which the bullet had come.

It was a tin motorcycle trailing behind all the cars, with a slovenly bearded man on top, wearing greasy leather pants, one cheek torn open to reveal the red gums beneath.

Almost the instant Li Yan looked over, the slovenly bearded man didn't think twice before starting the motorcycle and fleeing, becoming the first rioter to escape.

Li Yan's gaze flickered for a moment, but then he looked away.

The slovenly bearded man desperately twisted the handles of his motorcycle, attempting a drifting turn, when suddenly a dark figure rushed straight towards him, flipping him and the bike over onto the ground.

By the time he stood up, clutching his bloody forehead, there was a man before him wrapped in black armor, with a white old man sitting on his shoulder, sticking out his tongue.

The slovenly bearded man gritted his teeth, lifted the old rifle in his hand, the casings fell to the ground, flames burst forth, and the pungent smell of gunpowder spread across the battlefield. On the body of the black-armored man, a bewitching red light began to shine…

The clangor rang out as a blood-stained hand pressed a tin can on the hood of a car, piling it up with various other items.

The old man with bone earrings raised his hands, slowly backing away. The advancing mob, previously numbering more than twenty armed rioters, was now reduced to only about five or six left standing.

These people communicated with Li Yan in a very simple manner but were very adept at surrendering, handing over food and cars. They would scavenge in dangerous areas infested with carnivorous insects for food, water, working cars, and anything else they could use to survive. They would loot and kill lone refugees and then themselves be looted and exploited by larger violent organizations, picked clean, then continue their exploration with injured, mutated bodies, or die.

More than forty years of bitter winter had left almost no one who remembered the age when audiences marveled at talking movies; those born now were saddled with mutated organs, infertile, and vicious in nature.

These people were called “Mutants” by those living in shelters and under the protection of large organizations.

Li Yan emptied the gas tanks of several vehicles. He didn't touch the tin can whose preservatives were of unknown age; he didn't feel so desperate yet and would rather nibble on carrots to get by. As for the other things like firearms, Li Yan took away all the bullets and the two most intact ones.

Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Li Yan spotted some electronic components–wires and transistors twisted together–among the pile of debris.

Li Yan gripped the components in his hand and signaled for the people to leave. But at that moment, Afafu rushed over, clutching the tin can in her arms and backing up to Li Yan's side.

The Bone Nail Old Man looked on eagerly as he packed the items Li Yan had left behind into the car. Several people pushed the car and left without a backward glance, abandoning the bodies of their comrades to the wilderness.

Li Yan observed the collection of discarded machinery before him and fished out a small screwdriver from his pocket. He placed the box on a stone and began to tinker with it back and forth.

Afafu wanted to speak but was captivated by Li Yan's strange behavior.

The slovenly bearded man was eventually captured by the Black Rider Ghost, who broke both of his wrists and lifted him by the neck to bring him back. Li Yan, fascinated with the gadgets, paid no immediate attention.

After about ten minutes, Li Yan stopped and somehow assembled a semblance of a working semiconductor from those inoperable electronic parts.

[Simple Radio]: Despite the clumsy craftsmanship, some of the splicing methods involved had never been seen in this world before. The result also differed from a regular radio.

“Your Special Expertise: Magic Motion Technology (50%) is effective!”

“Given enough parts, you can modify any electronic product, firearms, or even large industrial machinery, but the outcome is unknown, and it might fail.”

Following a strange buzzing sound, a clear male voice came through the radio.

The immediate success caused Afafu to cry out in astonishment.

Li Yan, meanwhile, listened intently to the radio's broadcast.

“Attention to all bases and shelters receiving this message, this is Danjia Motors. Refugees have killed our first-ranked soldier in the unpopulated area. Spirit-responsive Master has ordered a military operation to sweep b24 unpopulated area of refugees. Please ensure unrelated organizations evacuate promptly to avoid accidental harm.”

“Attention to all bases and shelters receiving this message, this is Danjia Motors. Refugees have…”

The message repeated continuously for at least five minutes before pausing.

“Lastly…” the male voice continued: “Long live the Medicine Buddha!”

Chapter end