Chapter 234
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Chapter 234: The Devil’s Smile
Crack!
Sally heard an unusual sound behind her, and her heart tightened. She could no longer focus on watching the Silver-armored Knight and turned to see three people quietly approaching from behind. Upon closer inspection, she let out a sigh of relief.
She recognized them as her comrades, Omar, Bak, and Hark, members of the village patrol team. They must have spotted her motorcycle, temporarily left not far away, and had followed her over on foot.
"Be quiet! Lie low and don’t move! Don’t come over here!" Sally was afraid of alerting the Silver-armored Knight and frantically gestured for them to stay silent and stop approaching.
It wasn’t that she was willing to provoke such a fierce character; even with an AK in her hands, she had no confidence in surviving against that killer for more than a few seconds. She had witnessed the massacre firsthand.
"What’s going on?" The trio immediately halted. Among them, Hark was skilled in sign language and desperately gestured at Sally, not understanding why she was so tense. Her face was etched with a fear he had never seen before, clearly terrified to the extreme. What had she seen that was so horrifying?
"Don’t move! I said don’t move!" Sally repeatedly emphasized a hand gesture before turning away. She raised her binoculars again, scanning the massacre area.
Where is everyone? Sally lowered the binoculars but saw not a single living person. The Silver-armored Knight had vanished. He had been right there—how could he suddenly be gone?
Suddenly, Sally felt the sunlight fade, as if a shadow had enveloped her. The realization struck her, sending a shiver down her spine. She slowly turned her head, her gaze sharpening, her body feeling as if it had plunged into an ice pit.
He had found her. How was that possible? She was hiding among the rocks, her profile nearly negligible. That little sound from the shifting stones was a common natural occurrence in the wind-blown mountainous area.
When had that killer appeared in the direction of the sun? His speed was too fast, and he was completely silent, moving like a shadow.
Sally felt no inclination to resist; she held her AK-47 steadily. She knew that someone who could effortlessly claim lives amidst a hail of gunfire would not hesitate to take hers, no matter if she had an AK-47 or even a heavy machine gun—nothing would change this outcome.
The sunlight flooded from behind him, casting a golden hue on the silver armor. It had to be said that he had chosen an excellent position—perhaps it was instinct carved into his being—she could hardly see his face.
He appeared like a divine warrior, majestic and holy.
Sally knew she was engulfed by the shadow of death, yet she felt an unprecedented peace wash over her, as if this was her fate. Acknowledging her inability to fight back, she thought it best to surrender, embracing this final moment.
"Who goes there?!"
The moment of tranquility shattered by the synchronized shouts of the three men and the metallic clanks of pulling gun bolts.
"Damn it, it’s Omar and the others!" Coming out of her strange state, Sally felt a twinge of panic as she heard gunfire erupt around her.
Three AK-47s unleashed a torrent of fire toward the Silver-armored Knight. Sally could clearly see the 7.62mm bullets striking the almost half-man-high shield in his left hand, igniting countless sparks, leaving only deep grooves that barely registered the hits as they bounced off. The sturdiness of that shield far surpassed what Sally and the trio had imagined.
Witnessing this at close range was far more shocking than observing through binoculars.
"Stop! Stop!" Sally shouted hoarsely, even risking her body to block the guns of Omar and the others. She distinctly saw the Silver-armored Knight calmly using his half-shield to deflect the AK-47 bullets, not taking a single step back, even occasionally waving his oddly shaped sword to deflect stray shots. This indicated he still had strength left; he truly was a terrifying figure.
Could he, oh no, was he truly a human? This had to be a reincarnated devil.
Sally felt everything she had seen at that moment completely overturned her understanding of the world, leaving her mind struggling to process the reality.
The gunfire ceased. If it hadn’t, relentless bullets would have struck lovable Sally. Omar, Bak, and Hark didn’t want to harm the village’s most beautiful girl, and their magazines were running low.
When they saw the Silver-armored Knight effortlessly blocking their bullets, pulling the trigger became a mindless act, and the same shock that had struck Sally when she first saw the knight now washed over them again.
Whoosh!
The strange velocity played out before Sally’s eyes once more.
"Don’t!" Panic surged through her as she shouted, suddenly turning to stop him.
The Silver-armored Knight had already appeared behind her, moving faster than the wind. She hadn’t even seen what action he took before he darted past her.
Black and silver blended chaotically; it was not the slender shapes she was used to but rather resembled a half-finished long sword, which gracefully swept in front of Omar, Bak, and Hark.
"No…"
Sally let out a desperate, piercing scream.
But in the next moment, a neat crack appeared where the three AK-47s were held, breaking them in two. Her heart eased slightly.
The broken pieces were the AK-47s, not human heads!
All four of them, including Sally, involuntarily sighed in relief. The sunlight and air at that moment magnified the beauty of life infinitely.
“Please, don’t kill them! I am willing to offer myself as a sacrifice to you. May Allah be my witness; I pray for your forgiveness.”
Sally immediately dropped her AK and rushed to kneel before the Silver-armored Knight, trembling as she spoke with the utmost sincerity. She hoped to exchange her life for a chance for her three companions. The warriors of Mica Village ought to die bravely fighting against bandits and robbers, not meaningless deaths before a devil.
In Sally’s eyes, this figure before her was no different from a demon that had emerged from hell.
Omar, Bak, and Hark widened their eyes and dropped their jaws, completely stunned. What kind of monster was this armored figure? Now they began to understand why Sally was so terrified of him.
Click!
A sound resembling metal scraping echoed as the helmet began to lift, revealing the bloodthirsty face of the devil ready to accept the sacrifice. Omar, Bak, and Hark dared not open their eyes, while Sally had resigned herself, kneeling on the ground, her body trembling but not daring to move.
What good would it do to resist? Even if the devil refused to agree, she could only pray for them to have a decent death, hoping it would not harm their loved ones in the convoy behind.
Hark could clearly hear his teeth chattering, damn it, how had it come to this? His uncontrollable muscles were rhythmically clapping his jaw together, perhaps this was a song of "The Tremor of Death."
“I said, I don’t eat people. Would a satellite phone as a sacrifice make me happier?”
The devil had a young man’s voice—magnetic, clear, gentle, calm—wait, how could these words be associated with a devil? Was it possible…
Sally gasped and raised her head in shock.
Omar, Bak, and Hark’s eyes widened simultaneously.
The sunlight shone brightly on the Silver-armored Knight’s face, allowing them to see clearly. Beneath the lifted helmet, he had black hair, yellow skin, and the face of a young human.
“Ha, ha, hahahaha!” Omar, Bak, and Hark started to chuckle awkwardly at first, but it slowly turned into louder laughter, eventually erupting into uncontrollable roars of laughter.
It was the laughter of survival after disaster.
The laughter of madness.
The laughter of celebrating breath.
The laughter of celebrating life.
In this moment, no one in the world could stop them from expanding their lungs rapidly, their endorphins surging, smiling and opening their mouths, unleashing a movement involving about eighty muscles from their face to their abdomen.
“We have a satellite phone!” Sally was the first to respond. As long as he was human and seeing his attitude, he likely wasn’t a bloodthirsty person. She felt relieved that these three fools hadn’t challenged the devil’s limits.
As long as they could communicate, it wasn’t too bad. Sally was even prepared to offer herself as a sacrifice, but based on his response, he didn’t seem to be extremely violent.
Moreover, it seemed that this guy looked rather handsome when he smiled.
Looking back at the outfits of the dozens of armed militants they had taken down, they likely weren’t anything good.
Holding the satellite phone, Lin Mo smiled wryly as he used the old Motorola terminal with Iridium signals. It was bulky and awkward, still dragging a little “pot.”
The young Patan woman named Sally was happily holding that little “pot” up to the sky, showing none of the pale terror she exhibited earlier when she had seen Lin Mo in his armor and the overwhelming atmosphere of death.
Fortunately, the nickel-metal hydride battery still worked, and the battered packaging didn’t reveal whether it was genuine or a knock-off. There were enough batteries, and she picked one to put into the Motorola brick, of course attaching a solar charging panel, likely added later. The place wasn’t exactly rich in resources, so they repurposed this aging antique.
Lin Mo pulled out a sequence of secret numbers known only to him.
