NCCnovel Chapter 54 Gold Sand: Quick, kill him! Oh dear...
Chapter 54 Gold Sand: Quick, kill him! Oh dear...
Although Alluvial gold's eyesight is much sharper than that of ordinary people, unfortunately, his foundation is only cobalt and silver, so the increase brought about is limited.
The level of the confrontation before him was far beyond his ability to intervene—if he rashly stepped forward, he might only become a burden.
boom--!
A cracking sound came not from the center of the clash, but from the bulkhead of a small spaceship to the side.
A figure crashed through the steel plate, flying backwards. Adjusting his posture mid-air, he landed somewhat awkwardly, still holding a cup of black tea steadily in his hand. It was Oswaldo Schneider.
Almost at the same instant he appeared, another gaze fixed intently on him.
Portio stood there, all his previous nonchalance, unruliness, and even his cynical sarcasm had evaporated.
Instead, there was an excitement that was like boiling magma, almost scorching the air.
His body trembled slightly with extreme excitement, each syllable sounding like a spark bursting from between his teeth:
"My darling! My darling! My darling! I finally... I finally caught you!"
He raised his hand, the muzzle of the gun steady without the slightest tremor, pointing directly at Oswaldo.
"Come on, come forward. Don't keep me waiting, obediently prepare to die, let me shoot you to death!"
Sand Gold wasn't sure if the other person could hear him, but he threw out a warning from a distance: "Listen to advice, and you'll eat your fill! Hurry up, Oswaldo Schneider!"
Oswaldo's lips twitched slightly, but he ultimately only returned a cold stare.
Seeing that the other party had no last words, Potio completely lost patience for further words.
As he pulled the trigger, he threw a prismatic, shimmering foundation stone with his other hand.
Om-!
The translucent azure barrier expanded instantly, enveloping the two and isolating them from the outside world.
Sand Gold clapped his hands: Well done! Now we've got you cornered, little darling, where do you think you can escape to!
"Sea Ranger..." Oswaldo dodged the energy beam and spoke for the first time, his voice carrying a metallic, strained quality, "To be able to invoke such pure protective power?"
"Ha," Potio scoffed, his attacks relentless, bullets weaving a net. "I don't know why either."
But if it can be used to kill you with one shot, then it's good power!
In the future, you little cutie did quite a few 'good' things, didn't you?! Huh?!
Seeing this, Sand Gold's breathing became somewhat excited: It's fine to talk nonsense, but you absolutely must not stop firing!
Oswaldo's body rippled with dark, murky energy, deflecting all the bullets, and his brows furrowed deeply.
Several mechanical tentacles imbued with the power of devouring suddenly shot out from behind him, lunging at Potio like venomous snakes.
"Damn it!" Potio cursed, his anger blazing even brighter. "So you've already sided with gluttony!"
"Hmph. Did the Star Core Hunters tell you that?" Oswald's voice was grim. "Didn't they tell you you couldn't kill me?"
"Heh." Potio responded with a contemptuous sneer. At the same time, the azure barrier suddenly contracted!
The immense protective force materialized into a tangible restraint, binding Oswald and his newly extended tentacles tightly.
"Originally," Potio's voice deepened, carrying a solemn killing intent, "I just wanted to use my skills as a sea patrolman to fairly kill you with one shot."
This power came out of nowhere, and the weight it carried... I don't know how to bear it.
He raised his gun, and the muzzle flashed.
"But there's a saying that's true: delay makes things worse. You'd better go to hell sooner rather than later."
"Hell?" Oswald struggled, his devouring power surging wildly within him, but to no avail before the supreme protective barrier. "The Sea Ranger believes in this too?"
Sand Gold clenched his fists: Who cares if it's a treasure or not! Let's send him down to see for ourselves first!
However, the barrier's power was overwhelming in both quality and quantity, rendering his power almost useless; the straw swallowed the sea.
"You...you're a Guardian Token Envoy?! And you even possess this level of power?! How is that possible?!"
Oswaldo finally fell silent, his eyes filled with unbelievable absurdity—what about Potio could possibly be related to "preservation"?
"Me? Of course I don't believe in that stuff." Potio slowly closed his five fingers.
As Potio moved, the barrier's prismatic light surged, as if it were about to crush Oswald into a void singularity.
In a life-or-death moment, Oswaldo instinctively unleashed a burst of power, forcefully pulling him out of the barrier's range.
Upon seeing this, Sand Gold covered his face and said: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? You should seize the opportunity!"
But as soon as he escaped danger, before he could even catch his breath, he was enveloped by a purple-gold storm!
Toppa had appeared in the best sniping position at some point, and "Zhang Zhang" turned into a streak of light in front of her.
The purple-gold storm, along with the power of destiny emanating from it, transformed into a devastating torrent that completely engulfed Oswaldo.
Upon seeing this, Sand Gold exclaimed excitedly: "Topa! Well done!!!"
"...Why?" In the storm, only Oswaldo's last hoarse question could be heard.
But in the next instant, he died before he could hear the answer.
"Why?" Toppa withdrew his power, his expression calm. "Just to... give my colleagues a laugh?"
Sand Gold, oblivious to his surroundings, burst into laughter: "Topa, I will be grateful to you for the rest of my life!"
In fact, Toppa had no intention of getting involved.
As Oswaldo broke free, she clearly sensed that the power he used was not ordinary destiny power—it was the "devouring" and "exploring" destiny power!
That was the pioneering power that Oswald forcibly unleashed!
Recalling the previously deduced images, countless terrible possibilities flashed through Toppa's mind in an instant.
Without hesitation, she chose the most thorough execution.
This scene was not concealed; the company even intentionally promoted its dissemination.
Soon, the internal organization used this as a pretext to launch a thorough purge targeting the "gluttonous faction."
However, the way they clean it is sometimes quite laughable:
"I'm reporting this! When I went back to look for something yesterday, I discovered that my supervisor had secretly worked overtime without prior notice!"
He must be a spy planted by the greedy faction, trying to lure the company down the path of greed!
Such absurd accusations emerged one after another in a short period of time.
on the other hand.
Portio was now facing a group of "old friends" with complex expressions. "Rumble" and a group of sea patrol rangers surrounded him, creating a subtle atmosphere.
"Lord Cowboy Ninja," a ranger spoke in a deep voice, his tone scrutinizing, "by joining the company, have you strayed from the true meaning of the hunt?"
Potio scratched his head, his signature irritation returning: "I joined mainly because I wanted to kill Oswaldo Schneider with my own hands."
The company recruited me mainly to "clean up" their image. But if you ask me? There's no way to clean it up.
He paused, then looked at the distant starry sky: "But we have to give it a try."
If that predicted future really happens, then this precious galaxy will be doomed.
He suddenly turned the gun around casually and aimed it at the chest of the questioning "Luanpo"—right where "Huahuo's" head was.
"But you, you don't even bother to do your job properly with those platitudes, this is the second time."
Aren't you afraid I'll accidentally discharge the gun?
"Luanpo's" expression instantly became lively and exaggerated, and his voice switched to a playful female voice: "Oh dear, I've been found out~"
They can't possibly pretend to be your good friend and try to extract some earth-shattering secret from you, the new minister, can they?
After all, you're a senior executive in the company now, how could I possibly afford to offend you?
"Don't mention that unlucky title." Potio put away his gun with a gloomy look. "But for the sake of the galaxy's possible future, I have to try and see if I can straighten out this lousy company."
Therefore, the seafaring ranger Potio will be taking a break from work for a while.
"Potio," another of the rangers spoke, his voice filled with deep suspicion, "you're not being clear, could it be... that you've fallen from grace?"
Potio spread his hands, unsure how to explain: "If any of you think I am, then aim for my head and shoot me dead."
The atmosphere suddenly froze.
He withdrew his gaze, lowered his voice, and said, word by word, "I can tell you, anyway, it probably won't be able to hide it from you in a few days."
But before that, keep your mouth shut—"
He took a deep breath and dropped the bombshell:
"The gluttonous star god, Obolos... is very likely inside the body of 'Amber King' Kripper."
The company's gluttony, whether intentional or unintentional, over the years has likely been strengthening it.
Once it hatches...
All the patrolling rangers froze on the spot, and the sound of them gasping for breath could be clearly heard.
"But...but you're a minister?" someone struggled to find their voice. "What good will that do?"
"They said I'm 'trustworthy,' which is more important than 'capable.'"
Portio pursed his lips, a complex expression of helplessness and resignation on his face. "They also say, 'We believe in the efforts a seafaring ranger would make to save the world.' Tch..."
He raised his hand and rubbed his face vigorously, the muffled sound coming from between his fingers, carrying an unprecedented heaviness:
"Honestly, if the sky were to fall one day and I were to be the one to hold the company up... then how badly would he have to ruin the company's future?"