American Comics: BOSS Invasion

Having fought for many years, I had become accustomed to facing death.

Even with Mr. Fashion dying right before her eyes, Esdeath remained unmoved.

No matter how much embellishment is used, this matter is ultimately about the law of the jungle.

Mr. Fashion's death, while causing Esdeath some regret, did not sadden her.

His death was simply due to his weakness.

Just like her father, who also died under the claws of a Danger Beast in the frozen north because of his weakness.

Even back then, Esdeath hadn't shown a trace of sadness.

The strong eat the weak, and the fit survive; life and death are merely a matter of right.

There is nothing to be surprised about.

The giant's enormous corpse lay on the ground, one-third embedded in the soil, as if connected to the earth, forming a small hill only a few meters high.

The wind howled, fluttering the corners of their clothes.

The word "Justice" fluttered in the wind, very eye-catching.

He slowly turned around, making a sheathing motion with his hand.

Esdeath then sized him up with interest, without saying a word.

The two silently faced each other, with a hint of fighting spirit hidden beneath the calm.

"Navy, Morte!"

"I see, so you're a soldier?"

Esdeath slowly turned around, extending a slender, jade-like hand. Crystalline ice spread out from the palm, twisting and gradually extending, quickly forming a spear about two meters long, with an incomparably sharp point.

"Are you an expert in the military? No wonder you were able to behead Fashion with one strike. Your method of concealment is very interesting. You can actually move in the air. Although I sensed a slight anomaly, I didn't notice your existence!"

"I'm somewhat interested in you, but it's a pity. Since you killed my subordinate, I absolutely cannot let you live!"

Esdeath's tone was calm, her expression without even a ripple, as if what she said was the truth, completely natural.

Morte didn't refute, only used his right thumb to push the blade out a small section from the sword guard. The blade flashed with a reflection.

He slightly raised his left hand, hovering above the hilt, looking straight ahead, without making any reply.

Esdeath's toes twitched slightly.

That's right, this is the demeanor of a soldier!

Whoosh!

She flicked her right hand outwards, and the spear shot out, unexpectedly stabbing to the right.

Pfft!

A sound of a sharp object piercing flesh, the ice crystal spear directly pierced Atom's throat, pinning him to the ground.

Atom struggled twice with difficulty, then died instantly, blood quickly flowing all over the ground.

"No matter who you are, since you are already an enemy, then you are an enemy. I have never had the habit of letting enemies return alive!

Since Fashion died because of you, then I will send you over as well. I think he will like this gift!"

Esdeath said faintly, once again condensing a spear in her palm.

This time, the sharp spearhead faintly pointed at Morte.

Atom was also extremely unlucky.

From the very beginning, he encountered the cyborgs, receiving a heavy beating, and then forcibly enduring a self-destruction, his whole body almost falling apart. Although under the maintenance of the armor, there was still some vague consciousness, it was difficult to move.

After lying there for a while, when he gradually regained consciousness, his companions' signals had already disappeared.

Even calling the artificial intelligence received no response.

Suddenly seeing two strangers confronting each other, he only moved subconsciously, and before the cry for help could be uttered, the next instant he was pierced through the throat by an ice crystal spear and smashed to the ground.

Atom's last thought was, why could a mere ice crystal penetrate super-alloy armor?

Then he died.

At this point, the entire Tomorrow Squad, except for Captain Hunter and that spaceship with obviously low technological content, but which could still randomly traverse the timeline, had been completely wiped out.

If there were no Terminator traveling back from the future to save the Tomorrow Squad, the future would directly head in another direction.

Esdeath sized up Morte for a moment, then suddenly said, "There's no reaction at all. It seems you're not with them!"

"Words are useless! Let's fight first!"

Morte narrowed his eyes, his legs exerted force, and the ground suddenly exploded into a huge pit. As sand and rocks flew, Morte had already charged towards Esdeath like a cannonball.

The long sword in his hand had been drawn out at some unknown time, carrying the force of a thousand jun, the sharp tip of the sword stabbing straight at Esdeath's eyes.

In Morte's perception, it seemed that only there was the only flaw in the woman opposite him.

"Heh!"

Esdeath revealed an expression of appreciation, slowly raising the spear in her hand, and then a loud bang was heard. The spear broke the sound barrier and stabbed towards Morte's forehead at an extremely high speed.

Clang!

The problem was that the katana blocked it, and the ice crystals collided, making a metallic sound.

Morte's charging momentum was actually blocked by this mere ice spear. His whole person flew backwards like a ball for more than ten meters before barely stopping.

The immense force was really hard to resist.

His legs dragged fiercely on the ground, and he shifted backwards for a few more meters before finally stabilizing his body.

And Morte's always indifferent expression also changed at this moment.

His eyes were solemn, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"So powerful, you remind me of someone, how strange, why is it so familiar? Who exactly is that person?"

A trace of doubt appeared in Morte's excited eyes.

But in the next instant, he threw this trace of doubt to the back of his mind.

With a strong enemy in front of him, it was not the time to think wildly.

Morte's whole person became excited. He lightly flicked the katana, and a wave of air shot out to the ground, drawing a long gap.

A wave of air exploded under his feet, and his whole person charged towards Esdeath again.

"Courage is commendable!"

Esdeath sighed softly, a trace of appreciation flashed in her eyes, wielding the elite spear in her hand, directly fighting with Morte in one place.

Neither of them were simple characters. One could change the environment with a wave of their hand, possessing world-destroying power, while the other had extraordinary swordsmanship, capable of cutting everything with every move.

Esdeath did not unleash her full strength. The two of them went back and forth, fighting extremely fiercely.

Huge ice chunks and flying slashes flew around in the air, as if it was hailing, quickly smashing the ground into a patch of small potholes.

After the two had been fighting for a while, the ground had already been covered with a layer of ice.

Whoosh!

A sword aura flew out diagonally, cutting off the nearby mountain diagonally.

Esdeath looked back and smiled slightly.

"The power is not bad, the swordsmanship is extraordinary, you are a rare opponent, but going back and forth are just these few moves, I am already tired of it. If you don't have any more trump cards, then I will send you on your way with the next move!"

Morte's breathing was rapid, and the surface of his skin was covered with sweat.

Although his body had been strengthened by cyborg technology, which was much stronger than ordinary people, fighting Esdeath still consumed a lot of physical strength.

After trying his best but still unable to hurt Esdeath even a hair, Morte already understood the gap between them, but there was not a trace of fear in his eyes, filled with excitement.

Faced with Esdeath's words, Morte raised his sword again without hesitation.