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Chapter 39 Crossing the Abyss

 The blazing projectiles rushed through the sealed room, punching holes one after another in the walls, shattering the wooden boards and windows. The icy cold wind rushed in with poisonous mist, rushing between the mouth and nose.

Kemp leaned against the bunker behind him, checking the remaining ammunition in his pistol. The blazing light rolled in his eyes. He took a deep breath and mustered up his courage. He quickly leaned out and fired back at the enemy at the end of the corridor.

He fired quickly and quickly hid in the bunker, just as he had learned in training, but even so, stray bullets still scratched his body, tore the cloth, and left a shallow blood mark on his calf.

With his vision dim and fierce gunfire, Kemp leaned against the wall and vaguely heard the enemy's screams, as if he had been hit by his own gun.

But there were more footsteps coming, and several firearms were set up at the end of the corridor, keeping an eye on where they were.

For Kemp, this should be the worst day in his short career. If he were unluckier, today might be his last day in the industry.

"Shelley, are you okay?"

Kemp nervously held the gun and asked his partner beside him.

"Fortunately, this should be fine."

Shelley's voice sounded. She sat on the ground with the wooden board close to her injured calf. She tore her clothes into strips of cloth and wrapped them tightly to fix the injured leg.

She struggled to stand up. Even though every move brought severe pain, she gritted her teeth and persisted. Compared to dying here, the pain was nothing.

"These lunatics." Shelley cursed, sweat covering her pale face.

"Sorry, it was my mistake."

Kemp apologized briefly, saying that the current situation did not warrant more apology, and that they had to find a way to survive.

"It's all because of the alchemy weapons sold by the Gray Trade Merchant Association. As a result, these guys have become more troublesome." Shelley also picked up the pistol and prepared to join the battle again.

In the past, it was not difficult for the two of them to deal with these thugs. Even if the opponent had a Sublime Master, it was only a matter of time before the battle ended. But this time it was different. These thugs came up with one weird alchemy weapon after another. These weapons

The properties are not weird, but they are like explosives, each one is so powerful that the two of them couldn't hold their heads up when they hit them.

In comparison, the two men's counterattacks seemed so weak, but there was nothing they could do about it. Kemp and Shelley were both Essence School condensers. They lacked direct means of killing, even if they could use the ether to release some

Impact, but as a first-stage sublimator, the strength and distance of the attack are severely restricted.

The most important thing is that according to the plan, the two of them were just here to gather information and were not prepared to fight the enemy head-on. However, following Kemp's mistake, the two of them were exposed during the operation and tried to escape, but were trapped in the

Here, there is no way back.

"Team leader, how long will it take for you to arrive? If you don't come, you may have to collect the bodies for the two of us." Shelley said to himself.

In the dark tunnel, the subway rushed past. In the swaying carriage, the heavily armed Yas responded with a gloomy look.

"I'm on my way here, hold on."

Yas's voice sounded in her mind, and Shelley smiled bitterly. Then the strong ether fluctuations made her sad mood disappear. The turbulent ether currents gathered together, as if they were accumulating something.

"Get down!"

Shelley screamed and pushed Kemp to the ground. At some point, the suppressed gunshots disappeared, replaced by the rising temperature, and faint sparks rose in the dark corridor.

The sparks swelled and expanded between breaths, as if a red dragon was roaring loudly, and the fiery dragon's breath erupted. The rising fireworks illuminated the darkness and engulfed everything around it.

The high temperature and heat wave rushed into the room instantly. Shelley raised her hand with difficulty. A milky white barrier surrounded her and Kemp. There were countless fine pure white lines that were churning crazily, isolating the fireworks from the high temperature.

This is the ether barrier skill mastered by Shelley, which can create a barrier within oneself or outside the body by manipulating ether to resist attacks from the outside world.

Dazzling electric current flashed on the barrier, accompanied by constant bursts of sparks, until Shelley could no longer hold on, the barrier shattered, and the remaining fireworks roared out of the window, puffing out large sheets of black smoke with sparks.

The room was completely filled with black smoke, and the smell of burning paste rushed into his nose, causing Kemp to cough violently. He glanced at the dying Shelley next to him and struggled to lift her shoulders.

The two stumbled and jumped out of the window. The continuous battles made the two exhausted. They fell to the muddy ground in the thick smoke. Muddy mist rose around them, and each breath brought a slight burning sensation.

"Kemp, are you still alive?" Yas's voice rang in his mind.

"Still alive...but almost dead."

Kemp dragged the injured Shelley, and during the battle Shelley released the ether barrier several times, and only ended the release when he could not hold it up every time.

At this moment, Shelley's ether is almost exhausted. Under this situation, she is not much different from an ordinary person.

Kemp did not intend to abandon Shelley. It was he who caused the error in this operation. He still underestimated his opponent's vigilance, which led to the current predicament.

"We may not be able to survive your arrival."

Kemp could hear the footsteps coming, and more importantly, he could clearly feel the surge of ether, the approaching Sublime Ones, and some weaker ether reactions, which were those deadly alchemical weapons.

With the arrival of the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce, a large amount of alchemy weapons flowed into the market, making these thugs fully armed.

"Don't give up, you are very close to the big rift, and the rescue team is rushing to you now." Yas said.

"The Great Rift?"

Kemp quickly observed the situation around him. The two unlucky guys were not in the Great Rift, but on the edge of the Great Rift that bordered the surface. There was mist floating here, and there were crooked buildings everywhere. It was the Great Rift.

Transition zone with Opals.

Group 4?

Kemp thought of the mysterious action group in his mind. They had been wandering in the Great Rift. Few people saw them in the Bureau of Order. They should be the only ones who could rescue them from the Great Rift.

"Sorry, I was negligent in my duty." Kemp continued to apologize.

The mist in the large rift has a strange interference ability. In this crisis situation, even a winding path breakthrough will take a while to open the channel, and the channel is very unstable.

"Stop talking nonsense and find a way to survive." Yas's voice became tougher. If possible, he didn't want to lose any team members.

In order to suppress the turmoil brought by the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce to Opos, the Sixth Group has recently been responsible for related tasks. They are investigating the actions of these thugs and preparing to catch them all.

It stands to reason that even if something went wrong in Kemp and Shelley's actions, they would be able to escape unscathed. However, it is obvious that these two newcomers underestimated the danger of these thugs after obtaining alchemical weapons.

Alchemy weapons are extremely expensive, and these thugs cannot afford them, but the Gray Trade Chamber of Commerce thoughtfully prepares different products for different customers.

They sold these people a large amount of low-quality alchemy weapons, each weapon carrying deadly firepower, and correspondingly, its stability was much worse, but these thugs didn't care about this at all.

For ordinary people who are not sublimation masters, merchants sell alchemical weapons such as alchemical warheads that do not require ether activation. Although they are all consumables, with the blessing of these firepower, let alone thugs,

Even ordinary people can become deadly.

It was under this indiscriminate bombardment and the fierce attack by the hostile condensers that the two of them became so embarrassed.

This is the daily life of field workers, dancing between life and death.

"Get closer to the Abyss Bridge."

Suddenly, another strange voice joined the heart network, and the voice sounded directly in Kemp's mind.

"Who are you?" Kemp asked.

"Follow his orders!" Yas's voice rose louder, dispelling all Kemp's suspicions.

Also, in such a fatal situation, as long as he could survive, let alone obey the instructions of strangers, even if ghosts and gods stretched out their hands to him, he wouldn't mind holding them tightly.

The crooked buildings were like a dark forest growing wantonly. Crazy laughter and gunshots came from behind, followed by roaring explosions and dazzling firelight.

Kemp thought he was being attacked, but it looked more like the alchemical weapon exploded out of control. He didn't think about these messy things anymore, but raised his head and looked at the gray shadow standing above the thick fog.

It is a bridge that spans the Great Chasm, like a miraculous man-made creation. It connects the urban areas at both ends of the Great Chasm. Traffic is constantly flowing on the bridge, and light rail trams are speeding below the bridge.

It is called the Bridge across the Abyss by the people of Opos. The name means simply, the long bridge across the abyss.

There are a total of three bridges like this over the Great Rift. They connect the urban areas cut by the Great Rift and are responsible for extremely important transportation and logistics in the city.

The mist rising from the great rift enveloped them, and few people could clearly see the full picture of the bridge across the abyss. From a distance, one could only vaguely see the vague outlines, like fortresses rising from the abyss.

Kemp couldn't understand the meaning of the strange voice, but he still faithfully carried out his instructions and trudged closer to the black shadow across the sea of ​​fog, step by step.

"I'm very close to it."

Kemp said and put Shelley down, and the two of them lowered their breathing and hid behind a low house, praying that they could hide for a little longer. Every extra minute they survived gave them a little more vitality.

"Do you still have ether?" the voice asked.

"Also, what's wrong?" Kemp asked.

"Release with all your strength and cause as strong aether fluctuations as possible, otherwise I can't find you."

"What? I'm going to die!"

Kemp's voice became louder. Releasing the ether with all his strength would not only cause him to be depleted of ether, but would also allow those hostile sublimators to discover his location.

No matter how close the fourth group of rescue teams are to themselves, if the etheric queen breaks out, these thugs will definitely find themselves first.

"Believe me."

The other party's words were extremely indifferent, as if he didn't care about his life or death at all.

Kemp glanced at Shelley beside him, and she nodded to him, confirming all this.

"Okay...okay!"

Kemp decided to believe this mysterious voice once. If he didn't survive, this would be the last time.

Take a deep breath, mobilize the remaining ether in your body, and call out to the ether surging around. The two are entangled together, and they are injected into the alchemical matrix, bursting out with heavy radiance, and setting off a storm invisibly.

Kemp's pupils were covered in blazing white, which was the purest ether.

There is no need to kill enemies, no protection, just release, blooming with all your strength like a flower.

In the fog, the thugs were like wolves that smelled blood. They all looked towards where Kemp was hiding, cheering and hunting them with vigilance.

Covered in gunfire, Kemp's ears were filled with fierce gunshots.

"Where are you?"

Kemp asked, while not forgetting to fire back, trying to buy time.

"I have arrived."

"You're here? Where are you! I didn't see you!"

Hearing the reply from the voice, Kemp felt uncontrollable joy in his heart, but his joy was shattered by the sound of gunfire. In the dark surroundings, he did not see any reinforcements at all. Only he and Shelley were there.

Waiting to die.

His voice became hoarse, even a little angry, and he felt as if he had been played by someone before he died.

"look up."

The voice replied.

"I'm above you."

Kemp raised his head and looked up at the gloomy sky.

The gray fog smeared the Abyss Bridge into a gray shadow, and there were flashing signal lights on it, barely outlining the appearance of the bridge, followed by bursts of metallic noises.

Something was coming. Kemp didn't know what it was, but he felt that it must be an extremely terrifying monster. It was speeding along the steel, surrounded by cyclones, carrying a heavy buzzing and

heat.

It's coming.

The dazzling car lights penetrated the darkness, and then the silver-white light rail broke through the fog like a snake and rumbled under the bridge. There were faint screams in the carriage, and the passengers watched in horror as the handle was pulled from outside the carriage.

The penetrating knife.

Outside the carriage, the uninvited guest grasped the handle of the knife to secure himself, and broke through the fog together with the light rail. He looked at the thick fog below, and then took off the ether flow goggles worn on his eyes.

Pull out the folding knife.

As Kemp watched, a vague figure descended from the sky, and the strong wind blew up his clothes. It was like an owl standing on a dead tree. It found its prey, spread its wings, and carried a deadly force.

Claws and death screamed.

"Rupert's Tears, Special Operations Group."

A cold voice sounded in the heart network, and the visitor introduced himself.

"Bologo Lazarus."

Pulling the trigger, a stream of scorching fire fell from the sky, illuminating death and gloom, passing over the heads of Kemp and Shelley, dividing the battlefield.

------Digression-----

I just finished moving, I have a lot of things to pack, and the condition is a bit bad, so I’ll update this first.


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