Chapter 27: Realmbreaker (1/2)

Just who was this guy? Jeraldine stared hard at the silver-haired youth, but had no impression of him at all. That hair and the butterfly swords were identifying characteristics that she was sure she couldn’t have forgotten, but she simply didn’t know who he was. He couldn’t be a native, right?

“Sigh, my knife is dull and I had no time to sharpen it, I only managed to use half of my strength,” the youth commented with a tut, glancing at Lu Yin.

Lu Yin stared at his own palm, “Tch, my hands were dirty. I could only show 40% of my strength.”

How was that a valid reason? This response left the youth speechless, but he smiled like a fox, “This is our second meeting, let’s introduce ourselves. My name is Silver.”

Lu Yin flashed a faint smile, “I’m Yatar from the Pagoda Planet, my grandfather is the headmaster.”

“Wow, a headmaster? Two, no three generations of scholars. Congratulations!”

Lu Yin smiled, “You're too kind, I like your silver hair too.”

“Hahahaha, I like it too. Right, I still have something to do, see you again, Yatar,” Silver said graciously.

Lu Yin smiled as the youth disappeared into the horizon, “See you again, Silver.”

It was only then that Jeraldine flew over and asked, “What school is he from?”

He shook his head, “I don’t know, let’s go.”

“Hang on, don’t you want the energy crystal?” Jeraldine stretched her hand out, showing a dazzling white crystal the size of her finger, “These things might not be useful for us directly, but we can use them as an energy source or just sell them for a good price.”

“Let’s go,” he said again as he grabbed it from her, taking off and heading north. The energy crystals of mutants were inferior and couldn’t even be used on most soldiers; they had too many impurities and would affect training speed. His own die was picky as well, and refused to absorb inferior energy crystals. For now, he could only gather these kinds of things and hoard them until he could exchange them for star crystals.

After flying east for a while, Silver finally stopped and looked back with confusion in his gaze, “What battle technique was that? For a Sentinel to block my attack… It’s a foreign technique, but it’s pretty strong. I’ll have to check it out when I go back.”

……

The vicinity of the capital was reinforced by a steel platform that was ten meters high, cultivators all over watching over the zombies roaming in the distance. The gates were mostly shut, only opening from time to time as cultivators in armored vehicles headed out to forage for resources.

As one armored vehicle wheeled back into the city, a captain on the walls mused, “Didn’t that truck just leave?”

“Must have bumped into a beast and suffered casualties, happens all the time. They’re back for supplies and men,” the one next to him answered.

There were many survivors gathered near the steel walls, all dressed in rags and most starving. They quickly gathered around as they saw the vehicle driving in, but it didn’t stop at all as it almost drove over a few of them. Within the vehicle, Borise’s eyes gleamed, “I’ve only seen these kinds of things in books, I never thought I’d have the chance to drive one. Interesting…”

Veron laughed, “Bring one back if you like it.”

However, Parlie did not share the same levity. He was staring grimly into the city, worried about a chilling energy that he felt within. He hadn’t been worried at first, but now his mind was changed, “Veron, who’s the strongest person in the capital?”