Chapter 1432
First time seeing someone give a buff to the opponent
Ayn Mina is already overwhelmed just by feeling Choi Myung's killing intent.
It was a pressure that transcended the physical realm, as if countless invisible knives were held to its neck, each gently cutting, causing the dark energy within it to tremble, dissipate, and scream. The horn-like parts on its shoulders flickered wildly, and purple electromagnetic waves surged erratically, crackling like short-circuited high-voltage wires.
She knew! She had to run!
This human is not human! This monster is not a monster! This is something more ancient, more terrifying, and more indescribable than any demon god!
Actually, there's nothing wrong with it?
After all, Cui Ming had fought Gatanothor, and because of the Star Guide's damned time loop, Cui Ming was no longer the same person.
Ayn Ron didn't even dare to utter a harsh word. She tore through space and darted into the dimensional rift like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. The rift closed at an absurdly fast speed, as if afraid that if she hesitated even a second, she would be pulled back by something.
Cui did not pursue them.
He simply stood there, watching the direction the crack disappeared in, finally finishing the protein bar in his mouth. He slowly stuffed the wrapper into his pocket, then took a deep breath, as if to suppress the boiling murderous intent in his chest.
He has a strong desire to kill.
I am currently filled with murderous intent.
Aenena's violent electromagnetic waves did affect him, but in a completely wrong way. It wasn't a terrifying or maddening wave, but rather like throwing a fire into gasoline, completely igniting the murderous intent that Cui Ming had suppressed for a hundred years.
But Choi Myung knew how to control himself.
He closed his eyes, his fingers rhythmically tapping the holster, once, twice, three times... as if counting beats, or as if he were counting down for himself.
Ten seconds later, he opened his eyes.
The bloodshot in his eyes had faded somewhat, but the murderous intent still flowed beneath his skin like lava.
Since things have already come to this, let's find fault...
See if there are any Kirieloids around.
They're just unlucky.
Cui Ming turned and walked out of the base, his steps slow, but each step seemed to be on some invisible drumbeat. Kaina called to him over the communicator, but he ignored her, simply waving his hand to indicate he was alright.
Soon, Cui Ming found some Kirielod people.
These charlatans were hiding in an abandoned church on the outskirts of the city, holding some kind of secret meeting, chanting nonsense like "holy flames" and "the descent of the god Kirielord." They were dressed in black robes, their faces covered by hoods, looking quite mysterious.
Then the door was kicked open.
Cui Ming stood at the door, his scarf damp with night dew, his eyes like two stagnant pools, but at the bottom of those pools, sharks were swimming.
The people of Kirielod all turned their heads, and the moment they saw Cui Ming, they all froze.
What the hell!
Which bastard made this happen?!
The leader of the Kirieloids—a high-ranking officer in the cult—knelt on the ground, his legs buckling. His hood slipped down, revealing a pale, tentacle-covered face that was now convulsing violently.
"Storm One?!"
Cui Ming didn't speak, but walked in, closed the door behind him, and then took out the Radiant One.
"Wait! Wait!" another Kirieloid screamed and shrank back. "We haven't done anything! We've been behaving ourselves lately! Really!"
“I know,” Cui Ming said calmly, as if discussing the weather, “but I’m not happy about it.”
"What does your dissatisfaction have to do with us?!"
“None of your business.” Cui Ming raised the Radiant One, pointing the gun at the screaming Kirieloid. “Because you happen to be here.”
boom!
A red beam of light pierced through the chest of the Kirieloid, pinning him to the wall like an insect pinned to a specimen.
The remaining Kirielods were in an uproar. Some wanted to run, some wanted to fight back, and some simply collapsed to the ground and began to pray. But Cui Ming was much faster than them. He fired his radiant weapon continuously, each shot hitting a vital spot with pinpoint accuracy. There were no unnecessary movements and no wasted ammunition.
The church instantly transformed into a slaughterhouse.
Of course, the Kirieloids also sent a message before they died.
The leader, in the instant his chest was pierced, used his last strength to press the communicator, letting out a piercing wail onto the Kirieloid channel throughout the universe:
"Damn it, some idiot has driven Storm One insane!!!! Go find out who did it!!!!!"
The news spread like wildfire through the Kirieloids' secret network. Meanwhile, in a Kirieloid stronghold far away on Mars, charlatans who were drinking tea were spewing nonsense.
"What?! Storm One has gone mad?!"
"Who did this?! Who's blind?!"
"Quickly investigate! Quickly investigate! Who has been to Earth recently?!"
"There's no one here! We're all being honest!"
"How did he go insane?!"
"I don't know!!!"
Meanwhile, in another corner of the Earth, Aenemana was huddled in a dimensional rift, trembling all over, with smoke still rising from the horn-like parts of her shoulders.
It heard the cries of the Kyrielords, but it dared not utter a sound.
It finally understood.
That human named Cui Ming was not the prey.
He is a hunter.
He is a hunter from hell who can scare away even demons.
Inside the church, Cui Ming trampled the last Kirieloid under his feet, the muzzle of a Radiant weapon pressed against its head.
Do you know why I'm killing you?
"Because...we...are a cult?"
“No.” Cui Ming pulled the trigger, and the red beam engulfed the head of the Kirieloid. “Because you just happened to be here.”
boom!
The body fell to the ground. Cui Ming put away the radiant device, turned around, and walked out of the church.
A night breeze blew, and he felt the murderous intent in his chest subside somewhat.
But not enough.
He looked up at the night sky, his gaze piercing through the clouds, as if he could see a figure trembling in a dimensional rift.
“Ainerna…”
He muttered the name under his breath, a cold smile curving his lips.
"They run pretty fast."
"Next time, you won't be so lucky."
He turned and walked back to the base, his steps returning to their usual lightness, as if the massacre just now was merely a stroll.
Behind them, the church reeked of burning, and the corpses of the Kirielod lay scattered about.
Meanwhile, in every corner of the universe, the people of Kirieloid are frantically searching for the "idiot who drove Storm One mad."
They will never know.
That idiot is currently hiding in another dimension, regretting it to the core.
Cui Ming, on the other hand, simply killed a few insects that happened to be nearby, and then went home to sleep.
After all, we have training tomorrow.
No matter how strong the murderous intent, it cannot interfere with important matters.
This is Storm One.
Even his madness is delivered with such discipline. (End of Chapter)