manynovel Chapter 2625 Yato is a blank slate!
Chapter 2625 Yato is a blank slate!
Chapter 2625 Yato is a blank slate!
"He's from the War Rabbit Clan of the Falmat world, while the ones from over there are the Yato Clan~"
The lieutenant, who was shaving his nails, put away his dagger, stroked his chin, and said, "They're both 'rabbits,' I wonder what it will be like when we run into each other?"
Don't you guys find this interesting?
"Who cares what kind of rabbit it is."
The human lieutenant stomped on the centipede that was about to escape, a cold smile on his face.
"They will soon realize just how ordinary they are."
"None of the dragon race, sea race, or giant race dare to claim that they are the strongest."
"What are mere Yato worth?"
A burst of cheerful laughter immediately followed.
Suddenly, Lieutenant Colonel Theodore on the rooftop raised his aura.
Those scarlet pupils were no longer scanning casually.
Instead, it's a cluster of buildings that stare sharply ahead, like a knife.
Almost at the same time.
All the officers' laughter and chatter came to an abrupt halt.
The tacit understanding developed through long-term joint operations and the instinct for danger.
They were immediately put into combat readiness.
The relaxed atmosphere receded like the tide, replaced by a silent, cold, and chilling chill.
They followed the lieutenant colonel's gaze.
At first, there seemed to be nothing but blue sky, white clouds, and silhouettes of buildings in the distance.
About ten seconds passed—
The figures were like ghosts defying gravity.
With speeds far exceeding those of ordinary people, they emerged from the shadows and rooftops of those buildings.
Even the vertical surfaces of the walls rushed towards them at high speed.
They hardly need any leverage when they rise and fall; their movements are as fluid and powerful as a rabbit leaping away.
Each leap spans a distance of more than ten meters.
It leaves swift afterimages on the ground and in the air.
The scarlet umbrella surface occasionally flashed in the sunlight, like bloodstains adorning a black tide.
They were not many in number, roughly a hundred or so.
That overwhelming, undisguised, wild aura, born purely for battle.
This already made these experienced naval officers' eyes slightly serious.
"Ah."
Lieutenant Colonel Theodore's lips curled slightly upwards on the rooftop.
The cold, clear voice reached the ears of everyone below.
"All personnel prepare for battle."
"Yato has arrived."
There were no warnings, no ultimatums, and not even a symbolic shout of anger.
As hundreds of Night Rabbit figures, like black meteors, approached the edge of the park.
The moment their eyes met those of the hundred naval officers who were already on high alert.
The last bit of buffer in the air was completely ignited.
"Charge! Take them down!"
The roar of the Yato was like a wild beast unleashed, mixed with bloodthirsty excitement.
The scarlet umbrellas in their hands could be folded into sharp, thrusting swords or unfolded into sturdy, curved shields.
Occasionally, the tips of the umbrella ribs would spew out deadly bullets and flashes of light.
Their movements were swift and direct, full of the ferocity unique to the Yato clan.
The fighting style is based on physical skills honed on the battlefield and the ultimate use of the umbrella as a unique weapon.
Concise, efficient, every strike is aimed at tearing the opponent apart.
However, what awaited them was an unprecedented and dazzling wave of counterattacks.
"Breath of Flame. First Form. Shiranui!"
A human lieutenant drew a crimson trail with his Nichirin Blade.
The blade, adorned with burning flame effects, lunged forward with incredible speed, aiming straight for the throat of a Yato warrior.
The faint solar energy emanating from the blade caused the targeted individual to feel an instinctive burning pain on their skin and a sense of disgust.
But he still managed to hold back and used his umbrella to block the flames.
"Iron Block, Steel Armor!"
Another short, stocky lieutenant.
He neither dodged nor avoided the incoming bullets; his muscles instantly hardened like steel.
In an instant.
A clanging sound of metal striking metal came from his chest.
Immediately, the two hammers in his hands smashed down on the opponent with the force of wind and thunder.
"Electric Claw!"
A furry lieutenant who resembles a silver tabby cat.
Crackling electric snakes sprang from his hair and coiled around him.
With a nimble roll and lunge, he collided with the fists and claws of a Yato clan member, instantly paralyzing the latter's movements.
"Blood Magic: Blood Shadow Step!"
not far away.
A scarlet figure appeared like a ghost without a physical form.
A faint blood-red shadow trailed through the woods.
He dodged the incoming umbrella blade with near teleportation speed.
Appearing behind a Yato clan member, a sharp, blood-red fingertip pierced straight into his back.
However, the latter is equally strong.
He turned and swept his leg away from Blood Finger, then slashed at the former's neck with the umbrella-shaped sword in his hand.
"Blood Bat Attack!"
The vampire captain immediately summoned a large number of blood bats to block the attack and launch a counterattack.
"Fishman Karate - Karakusa Tile-Straight Fist!"
A burly fishman lieutenant firmly planted himself in a horse stance.
With a simple and unadorned punch, the air in front of him was compressed and distorted like the surface of water, forming a violent water vapor shockwave.
The Yato warriors opposite him immediately changed their expressions and opened their umbrellas to defend themselves.
The force was unexpectedly greater than anticipated.
With the umbrella dented, his legs dug furrows more than ten meters deep in the ground before he could finally steady himself.
"Eight-Strike Fist. Martial Heel Kick!"
A captain from the Long-Legged Clan possessed leg techniques as swift as a dragon, his slender calves covered in an invisible aura.
The downward chopping motion resembled a battle axe landing.
It not only splits the ground open with cracks, but also creates a spreading shock wave.
The shock caused the Yato warriors who had narrowly escaped to feel their blood churn.
Another lieutenant, equally skilled in leg techniques, unleashed a deep blue air blade in mid-air, slashing a long mark on the opponent's umbrella.
"Storm foot. Cut flavor!"
And this is just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to physical techniques and racial talents.
The navy's weapons and equipment were so bizarre that they were dazzling.
A snake-headed tribal lieutenant was wielding a whip-like weapon called the 'Rattlesnake'.
The whip tip, like a venomous snake's tongue, automatically tracks the enemy's vitals according to the user's will.
Some people also have gauntlets on both arms called 'Crusher King'.
Each punch was accompanied by a loud bang as the air exploded.
Some people wear 'thousand-layer clothing' and manipulate the surrounding soil and sand into tentacles or walls, combining offense and defense.
Even more extreme, some wield a demon sword called 'Kiriichimonji'.
Where the blade flashes, even the smallest wound will appear on the target's body.
Strangely, it could not heal and the bleeding continued.
It's important to know that the Yato clan's self-healing ability is so strong that even when they are seriously injured...
It takes at most one day to recover.
If there is food, it will be faster; often, a nap will be enough.
Besides.
Telekinesis has long been popularized in the military, and those with a talent for it use it as an auxiliary means.
At this moment, a human captain suddenly roared on the chaotic battlefield.
His body rapidly swelled and deformed in full view of everyone.
Until it transformed into a muscular, horned, mythical Minotaur-like creature.
Its strength and defense increased several times over, and it began to rampage like a tank.
The Yato warriors along the way were completely unable to stop them.
These are all the things that happened, each and every one of them.
This plunged them into such a chaotic and strange battle situation for the first time.
The strength, speed, reaction, and experience that I am usually proud of.
They had no advantage over these naval officers.
The opponent also possesses physical abilities that are no less impressive, and perhaps even superior.
The gap is even more pronounced in terms of combat skills, experience, and the variety of tactics employed.
The Yato clan's fighting style leans more towards 'talent-based' and 'experience-based' approaches.
Relying entirely on their racial advantages in physical attributes, the spontaneous evolution of their combat instincts, and tactics centered around the umbrella.
But all of these except for the final 'umbrella technique'.
From the navy's perspective, it was a complete blank slate.