Chapter 800: 573: God's Perspective

Chapter 800: Chapter 573: God’s Perspective

“The Major is dead!”

“Fire!”

With a piercing shout, a group of soldiers who had just passed by simultaneously turned around, their guns aimed at Mu Fan.

At the instant the soldiers in front fired, Mu Fan stepped sideways, using the counterforce to execute an aerial roll, his body twisting into an awkward position.

With one hand, he grabbed the exoskeleton armor corpse lying on the ground and flung it towards the front with a loud shout.

Countless bullets sparked on the massive exoskeleton body.

Then, as Mu Fan landed, his eyes were fixed on a rock fault 15.6 meters to the east, instantly transforming into a shadow as he sprung out in an extremely twisted posture.

The soldiers frantically firing were horrified to find their bullets couldn’t hit that figure.

The assailant in the Federation soldier’s uniform executed movements completely beyond what human joints could endure, from afar looking hardly human.

This was the first time Mu Fan used the Extreme Nine Forms in such a densely shot environment, feeling the scorching bullet trajectories slicing past his limbs.

Mu Fan’s calm eyes showed no ripple; is this what it’s like to dance with the Death God?

Spherical compression, reverse bone folding, spinning snake leap…

In Mu Fan’s few falling bird moves, these dazzling actions were executed proficiently, as the soldiers witnessing this scene for the first time could only shoot at Mu Fan’s afterimage.

Ta-ta-ta, ta-ta-ta, when that afterimage evidently leapt into the air but suddenly, the soldiers’ bullets missed entirely, hitting the ground and raising a spray of stone shards.

Where is he?

The soldiers exchanged uncertain glances, then rushed forward with their guns, finally arriving at the location where the assailant disappeared — it was indeed the rock edge fault.

But now, looking down from above, where was anyone to be seen?

Then, these soldiers stared blankly and fearfully at the five corpses prepared for extermination…

Mu Fan, running swiftly through the dark passage, quickly removed the white mask, then attached the communicator in his hand to the wristwatch.

“As expected, it’s a specially encrypted officer communication channel; get ready to receive the data in ten seconds.” Black’s excited voice rang in his ear.

After Mu Fan made two quick turns at intersections, a beep sounded in his ear.

Subsequently, a radar map filled with red and green dots was projected on the tactical helmet’s micro-screen, accompanied by a static radio communication sound.

Then, voices with strange intonations began to sound in his ear, disordered as if hundreds of people were speaking at once.

Mu Fan’s running paused.

“Sorry, I forgot to filter the channels.” Black said, and after a few seconds, the sounds in Mu Fan’s ear began to quiet down.

Only a few people were speaking.

Although the accent was peculiar, Mu Fan could clearly understand their conversation.

“First group, no anomalies reported.”

“Seventh group, killed four Federation soldiers, no mecha sightings, report complete.”

…

“Is this the Empire army’s communication?” Mu Fan stopped abruptly, his eyes filled with shock.

“Yes, what’s before you is the complete communication network of the Empire Army’s 33rd Battle Zone. The planet’s harsh natural environment limits signal transmission methods, so only low-level voice communication is possible, leading to far less sophisticated and robust encryption than on the administrative planet.”

“Now I have fully synchronized the Empire army’s communication and layout to you; on the radar map, the green dot surrounded by the red dots is you, the rest is up to you.”

“Invincible me, how lonely…”

Black was indulging in self-satisfaction.

Mu Fan squinted as he looked at the green dot surrounded by numerous red dots on the micro-screen, which was his position.

And these red dots, were indeed the Empire army’s defensive map viewed from a god’s-eye perspective.

Currently, these troops were divided into two major directions, with a total of twelve units assembling.

While Mu Fan was examining the map, a stern male voice sounded in his ear, questioning why a Major was killed right under their noses and why the assailant hadn’t been neutralized.

The respondent mentioned the Major’s stolen communicator.

The stern male voice didn’t seem to mind, as the communicator had biometric recognition capabilities, automatically disengaging from the channel once the wearer died or the communicator left their body.

Surprised to hear this, Mu Fan thought that he was still perfectly fine, wasn’t he?

“Black?”

“How could mere mortals comprehend the greatness of higher intelligent life forms.”

Black scoffed disdainfully, evidently displeased with Mu Fan’s doubt.

“Now what must be done is to stop Jerome Major’s foolish actions.”

Thinking this, Mu Fan’s eyes locked onto an area on the helmet’s micro-screen and immediately started running while switching the voice channel to the squad channel.

“Joe, this is Mu Fan.”

Joe Pate, cautiously maneuvering Gun Knight through the faults, suddenly froze and then became enraged: “Private, where are you! Why the radio silence just now!”

“No time to explain further, there are two mecha squads advancing towards your location, separated by two small hills in your sight, at a direct distance of 3 kilometers. In your southeast, offset by 30 degrees, there is another search mecha squad.”

Joe paused then checked his radar display, which showed nothing, then peered through the optical lens—no signs of enemy mechas in sight.

“Wasn’t I told to follow the squad! Why should I listen to you?”

“Joe, they’re compressing the perimeter now; the first batch of reconnaissance troops will arrive at your area’s edge in about five minutes, so you need to lead the squad to retreat towards the northwest at ten o’clock!”

Mu Fan looked at the red dots on the screen, quietly analyzing.

The battlefield situation was ever-changing, initially thinking just right to ambush, Joe heard this and his face showed uncertainty, contemplating how true Mu Fan’s words could be.

“How do you know?”

“I just grabbed a Major’s communicator from the Empire army, it contains the complete defense map.” Mu Fan spoke half truthfully.

“Damn his father, is it really that freaky…” Joe cursed a bit, then finally slapped his thigh heavily in the cockpit, time was too tight.

“If you’re giving false information, I’ll drag you down with me when I die.”

Hearing the curse from the other side, Mu Fan instead laughed, “Sure, now lead the team to advance 450 meters at nine o’clock, then proceed 700 meters at eleven o’clock, crossing two rock caves…”

Listening to Mu Fan’s orderly voice, Joe Pate was faintly reminded of the scenes when he first entered the barracks, witnessing the generals strategizing on the sand table.

A series of marching arrangements completely incongruous with Mu Fan’s identity were detailed, causing Joe to feel like he was listening to a general explaining a sand table drill.

As Mu Fan’s voice fell, Joe softly asked:

“Why don’t you speak to Jerome Major but to me?”

“Because we’re more acquainted, and I’m currently in an unequipped state, unable to break through to Jerome Major’s area.”

“Where are you now?”

“I’m at the rear of the Empire army’s vanguard unit, we’ll synchronize our departure, meeting at the last location I just mentioned.”

Mu Fan glanced down, seeing the scattered and cautious reconnaissance unit, unfortunate they couldn’t see him.