She is a natural disaster.

Chapter 42 Cataclysmic Disaster

If Patrick Rollins had any last words, they would probably be a string of profanities, a scathing critique of the old guys at the Bureau of Abnormal Investigations.

Despite being suppressed by those who excel in close combat, he fought against three opponents and even managed to kill one of them. You call this kind of person high-risk?

A sharp dagger pierced through his ribs, severely damaging his internal organs. Such a serious injury healed in the blink of an eye. You call this kind of person high-risk?

Her full head of black hair turned white in an instant, and the terrifying aura emanating from her made people lose the courage to resist. They just wanted to kneel down in front of her and worship her. You call this kind of person high-risk?

Aside from sending his final words of greeting to all the female relatives of those old guys in the Bureau of Anomalies, Patrick Rollins couldn't think of anything else.

If he could, Rollins would rather he and his squad had never shown up tonight.

It's impossible to continue fighting; the chances of winning are infinitely close to zero, unless the team members are chosen ones.

Begging for mercy is out of the question; it won't buy them a chance to live. They've already forced Anastasia to reveal her hidden strength tonight, so the chances of them being forgiven are practically zero.

Unable to win, and with begging for mercy proving futile, Patrick Rollins, already intimidated before the battle even began, had only one option left: to run away.

While desertion in the face of battle is shameful, it is the best choice for tonight.

If you can escape faster than the other squad members, your chances of surviving tonight will increase.

Once Anastasia escapes to a densely populated area or runs into a residential area, even the most audacious Anastasia will eventually have to restrain herself.

As long as I can escape successfully, as long as I can survive tonight, the call of death will not come. Gloria is vast, and as long as I hide well enough, I will never be found in my lifetime.

Patrick Rollins had made up his mind. He would do everything in his power to escape, even at the cost of his teammates' lives to buy himself time. Any member of the team could die, but he himself could not.

"What, none of you left any last words?"

Anastasia, with her full head of white hair, stood sideways, slowly raising her arm with her fingers spread.

Deckland, crouching in fear, saw Anastasia as vulnerable from head to toe, yet he dared not advance, dared not swing his blade again.

Exhausted, Emil was powerless to resist. He couldn't even lift a finger, let alone activate his own mutated power. There was nothing Emil could do but resign himself to his fate and wait for death.

Alfred, his body trembling like a leaf, looked utterly desperate. He instinctively wanted to run away, but the power of his mutation urged him to fight to the death. Alfred's body shook even more violently, not only because of fear, but also because of the surge of adrenaline.

"Since none of you have any last words, then please die!"

Anastasia slowly closed her outstretched fingers, her palm forming a loose fist, and a slender, jet-black sword appeared out of thin air in her hand.

Immediately afterwards, slender, jet-black swords appeared one after another, floating silently in mid-air, much like a sky full of black stars.

Patrick Rollins was even more horrified. Almost instinctively, he activated the power of mutation, and the cracked asphalt road beneath his feet bulged up, violently pushing Emil, who was slumped on the ground, away.

As Emil was pushed out as a shield, Rollins, as the captain, turned and ran. As he ran, he continued to activate his mutation power, and solid, thick walls rose from the ground to cover his fleeing figure.

Patrick Rollins was fast, and Emil was betrayed quickly, but neither of them was the fastest among the crowd.

Alfred charged toward Anastasia like an arrow released from a bow. This was tantamount to courting death, but it was not Alfred's intention. Rather, it was the work of an out-of-control mutation.

At this moment, Alfred's facial expression was extremely distorted, half of it filled with fear and panic, and the other half with an intense desire for battle. The two completely opposite emotions collided fiercely on his face, making his facial expression and features look ferocious and distorted.

"kill!"

Anastasia parted her red lips slightly, and countless black stars crashed down from the sky.

One after another, slender, jet-black swords shot out, raining down from the sky like a torrential downpour.

Almost instantly, Alfred, whose mutant power was out of control, was pierced through the body by the falling slender sword. The slender sword passed through his chest, leaving a horrifying hole in his chest.

There was no way he could have survived such horrific injuries. Even with the incredible regenerative abilities of the Ophiuchus and the help of his Ophiuchus teammates to heal him, Alfred could not have survived. He escaped death once, but he couldn't escape it a second time.

The black rain of swords fell continuously, seemingly without end, just like endless despair.

The physically strong Alfred was struck by sword after sword. His body, which had been abnormally amplified under the influence of the mutated power, was pierced one after another. His body, riddled with holes, could no longer hold on and shattered into a pile of dirty, filthy bits of flesh, like meat sauce wrapped around noodles.

Emil, betrayed by Captain Rollins, fared slightly better than Alfred. The first sword strike pierced his head, splattering blood, brain matter, and bone fragments everywhere.

While dying from a direct headshot isn't exactly painless, at least it doesn't involve the repeated pain of being pierced through the body, unlike the physically strong and cruel.

Emil and Alfred died one after another in a hail of swords; their deaths seemed to happen in the blink of an eye.

Seeing his two teammates die almost simultaneously, a terrified Declan desperately brandished his dagger, desperately trying to fend off the torrential rain of swords.

With incredible speed and unpredictable movements, Declan shared the same thought as his captain: as long as he ran faster than his teammates, the Grim Reaper's sharp scythe would not fall on him. However, even as he desperately fled, Declan could not escape the rain of swords.

A dense rain of swords fell down, and the once sharp twin blades lost their edge, their blades riddled with nicks. Declan, who was frantically wielding his twin blades, could no longer withstand the deadly rain of swords, and his death was imminent.

The slender, jet-black sword pierced Declan's thigh, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the ground, whereupon a rain of swords engulfed him.

From the moment the rain of swords began to fall until Emil, Alfred, and Declan died one after another, less than half a minute had passed, and more than half of the carefully selected combat team from the Bureau of Anomalies had already perished.

This combat squad, on which the power-hungry old guys in the Bureau of Investigation had pinned their hopes, now consists only of Captain Patrick Rollins, who escaped by backstabbing his teammates, and the Ophiuchus, who remains hidden in the shadows.

However, Patrick Rollins, who betrayed his teammates, could not escape the range of the sword rain. If it weren't for those solid and thick earthen walls, Rollins would have been killed by the falling sword rain long ago.

Relying on his own mutated power, the elemental transcendent Rollins survived to the end, but the black sword rain showed no sign of stopping.

Moreover, with the deaths of Emil, Alfred, and Declan, the black sword rain was now solely aimed at Patrick Rollins, and the slender swords falling from the sky all landed in Rollins's direction.

With nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, Rollins, his face filled with despair, had no choice but to take a desperate gamble.

Patrick Rollins suddenly raised his hands, and the earthen walls that had been shattered by the rain of swords gathered together again, all surrounding him.

Immediately afterwards, the sand and soil that gathered around Rollins resembled an inverted bowl on the asphalt road, firmly protecting Rollins under the layers of soil, leaving no gaps and giving Sword Rain no chance.

A barrage of swords rained down, striking the sand and soil protecting Rollins time and again, turning the protective mound into a hedgehog covered in thorns in an instant.

Patrick Rollins did not do this to dig his own grave, but rather to find a different, more suitable way to escape.

The black rain of swords was endless. If he continued to run wildly through the streets, it would be only a matter of time before his body was pierced by the slender swords. Even if the elemental transcendent Rollins could use the earthen wall to defend himself, he wouldn't be able to hold out for long.

Driven by an overwhelming will to survive, Patrick Rollins did not want to die under the rain of swords. He planned to use his mutated power to carve a passage underground, which would allow him to avoid the torrential rain of swords and escape Anastasia's sight, thus escaping death.

This was a good idea. In his desperate situation, Rollins had a flash of inspiration and came up with a way to deal with the rain of swords.

However, the endless rain of black swords was only the tip of the iceberg of Anastasia's true power.

The slender sword that had been hanging in the night sky and had not yet fallen suddenly disappeared, and the torrential rain of swords vanished, replaced by an extremely large slender sword.

The giant, slender sword crashed down, striking the mound protecting Patrick Rollins like a mountain collapsing. The protection formed by the elemental transcendent using the power of mutation instantly collapsed.

Busy with earthworks, Patrick Rollins looked up in despair at the massive, slender sword falling vertically. Until his last breath, Rollins didn't know who he was fighting against.

The battle between the transcendents was over, and the entire street was in ruins, as if it had just been the site of a massive explosion.

The once smooth asphalt road surface looked as if it had been plowed by explosives several times. The buildings along the street were not spared either, with their facades damaged and all the doors and windows destroyed.

Fortunately, Patrick Rollins caused limited damage, and Anastasia Angel's excellent control prevented the surrounding buildings from becoming ruins and the neighborhood from being destroyed.

For ordinary people, and for the city of Gloria, the Transcendents are extremely dangerous; their existence could destroy this glorious city at any moment.

Looking at the severely damaged streets before her, and at the remains of her kind torn to shreds by the rain of swords, Anastasia's gentle and sweet oval face remained expressionless, and her satin-like long hair did not turn back to black.

Anomaly Investigation Bureau team usually consists of five Transcendents. Now only four are dead, and the Serpent Fly is still alive. A Transcendent team should be complete. With all four teammates dead, how can the remaining Serpent Fly survive?

Anastasia needs to find the snake-man and wipe out Rollins' squad.

Anastasia quickly found the Snakeman of Rollins' squad on another street, far from the center of the battlefield.

She was a tall woman, who looked to be about the same age as Patrick Rollins, and dressed in the same style as Rollins—neat and spotless.

At this moment, the female serpent-keeper's face was extremely pale, as white as a sheet of paper. Her otherwise delicate features were filled with fear, but there was not a trace of hatred in her eyes, only a desire to live.

In fact, the first person to desert tonight was not Patrick Rollins, the captain of the backstabbing team; the first person to run away was this still-charming Ophiuchus.

The moment the smoke cleared, the female serpent-wielder fled, getting as far away from the center of the battlefield as possible.

Unfortunately, the battle ended too quickly, and Patrick Rollins and his three companions died too soon, failing to give the fleeing Ophiuchus more time to escape.

"Madam, where are you going?"

Anastasia appeared behind the panicked serpent man, her once silver hair now a streak of gray, a mixture of black and white.

The serpent woman, who was trying to escape, suddenly stopped in her tracks. It wasn't that she didn't want to continue running away, but rather that her body wouldn't obey her commands. In her panic, she had forgotten how to take a step.

He should have been critically injured and on the verge of death, yet he miraculously emerged unscathed; despite only being rated as high-risk, he managed to kill four people in less than a minute; and then there was the endless rain of swords that seemed to bring only despair.

In the heart of this still-attractive serpent man, the fear of Anastasia outweighed everything else.

"You are a serpent harpy, and a woman; you can survive," Anastasia said softly. "I need you to survive too."

The still-attractive female snake spirit, who had thought she was doomed, was surprised to find herself in a completely different situation. The terrifying Anastasia actually didn't intend to kill her.

A person in despair suddenly gains hope, like a ray of sunshine illuminating an endless night.

The female snake-woman turned around stiffly and slowly, forcing an extremely ugly smile onto her pale face. She asked in a trembling voice, "You—you—you're not going to kill me?"

"I need you to return to the Bureau of Anomalies and give a true account of everything that happened tonight," Anastasia said with a smile. "I think you know who sent you, don't you?"

"I know! I know who to look for!" the female snake-woman stammered. "I will definitely relay the message truthfully!"

At this moment, all she wanted was to hold on to this sliver of hope to survive. She would do anything, even take a bomb and blow up the Bureau of Investigation, let alone go back to the Bureau to tell them what happened tonight.

"Go on, ma'am, and please don't let me see you again," Anastasia continued with a smile. "You won't be so lucky next time we meet."

"I'm leaving now! I'm leaving now!" The female snake-woman turned around in a panic and scrambled away from Anastasia, glancing back every now and then in a panic, afraid that the god of death Anastasia might suddenly change her mind.

Anastasia watched the snake woman's disheveled figure, her gentle and sweet oval face still bearing a kind smile. She seemed to really intend to let go of the last member of Rollins' squad, who had been her enemy—how could that be possible!

Anastasia drew her revolver, deftly cocked the hammer, and pulled the trigger—

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunfire erupted suddenly, the barrels spewing flames as the magazines were emptied.

The female serpent, who was in despair but saw hope, fell in a pool of blood. When the gunshot rang out, she realized that the hope she saw was an illusion.