Boonie Bears: Another World Fantasy

Chapter 148: Thunderstorm Clouds (Part 1)

Above Shenzhen.

"The communication system with the fleet is down. The aircraft cannot get too close to the wormhole, or the engines will fail."

"The fleet is slowing down and will come to a complete stop about 80 kilometers from the coastline."

"Captain Sa, what's our next step?"

Four transport helicopters gradually approached the center of Shenzhen. The distorted space was already visible to the naked eye, and the abnormal gravity forced the helicopters to turn around on the spot, only able to hover outside the interference radius of this slowly expanding wormhole.

"Find a low-rise building and prepare to rappel down."

Large raindrops, blown by the wind at nearly an 80-degree angle, pounded against the aircraft's exterior. Through the thick rain clouds, Salta could see the setting sun faintly dancing on the horizon.

"Get your gear ready! Those who go down first, immediately check the entire building!"

Salta opened the hatch first, threw down the secured rope, and signaled the pilot to turn on the lights.

"Hurry! The wind is too strong; the plane won't be stable for long!"

Four teams of soldiers filed out of the aircraft cabin and, braving the storm and the almost complete darkness of the surrounding environment, temporarily assembled on the rooftop.

Beams of powerful flashlights pierced the darkness of the building as the rescue team searched downwards along the escalator from the top floor.

The sound of an unidentified object landing came from afar, and Salta led the group behind him to quicken their pace downstairs. The deserted streets were littered with wrecked cars and ruins left from the battle, and the occasional bursts of golden lightning overhead made everyone's hearts leap into their throats.

Golden meteors kept shooting through the wormhole—

"Search in a dispersed manner, avoid combat as much as possible, and prioritize removing the remaining civilians from the war zone!"

From several buildings away, Salta saw the antler-shaped golden object slowly slide down from the wormhole's gaping maw, hovering in mid-air, looking just like a cross about to fall freely.

Mavia, please bless this innocent land...

Salta prayed earnestly.

Unbeknownst to him, a small, black helicopter emerged from the billowing smoke in the sky—nimbly circumventing the dilapidated buildings and pursuing the trail of Mus and Sharp's fight.

Covered in a heavy battle suit made of top-grade materials, An Han quickly spotted the strong deer-man and another strange man. The man was currently being held captive by the other's hand, unable to move high in the air.

An Han's heart sank. She turned around and went behind Mu Si. The searchlight on the helicopter illuminated the two people on the rooftop very clearly.

You bastards, pay me back for my building!

She roared in her heart and aimed all the missile warheads made of purple stars hanging on the helicopter at Mus and fired them.

"?" Mus felt a heat behind him, then was engulfed by a bright purple heat wave. The bombing caused the entire building to collapse from top to bottom, and the sudden explosion shoved Sharp far away. He used his energy stream in mid-air to cushion his fall, then crashed onto the roof of a car, nearly suffocating.

The entire building collapsed beneath Mus's feet, burying him under a pile of concrete and scrap metal.

"I'm going to die..." Sharp licked his dry lips, his whole body aching terribly. His blurred vision faced the night sky, where streaks of golden meteors tore through the vast curtain and fell into the deep city.

That was Serafina's army.

Sharp sensed that the flowing energy within his body was about to be exhausted. Naling was severely injured, Yeman was no match for Mus, Naya…

Little Na...

Ha, he's still thinking about others when it matters most. What a cowardly bastard.

So, is this the end I can reach?

Sharp jumped off the flattened car, wanting to see if the pile of stuff could really restrain Mus. But the golden light bursting from the cracks in the stone slabs immediately dispelled that idea. Mus leaped from the top of the "hill," fist raised, sending fragments of rock flying everywhere, his entire arm radiating light. Some of the molten metal that had been there also flowed down, forming a scalding silver stream.

The helicopter returned with lightning speed, its cannons spitting out ammunition and unleashing a devastating barrage on the ground. Mus, positioned at the center of the target, reacted quickly, firing a high-temperature beam of his energy stream at the troublesome aircraft.

"Tsk!" An Han, in the pilot's seat, swerved the helicopter sharply to the left, but was still hit on the tail. The unstable helicopter began to spin wildly and eventually crashed into a huge billboard next to it.

"Bang—whoosh!"

The steel frame fell from a great height. The fireball that spread outwards stained the dark streets red. The fallen angel at the center of the explosion pushed aside the flames, leaped up, and landed beside Sharp with embers of the remaining fire.

"What's your plan?" The fallen angel took out a small launcher, loaded the high-explosive warhead from his waist, and prepared for battle at any moment.

Sharp hesitated, staring at the mysterious woman before him. "We...know each other?" he asked, then cautiously stood beside her. While this person appeared exceptionally skilled, he wasn't sure if she was entirely trustworthy. But at this moment, besides her, there was truly no one else around who could help him escape his predicament.

“Sharp…you’re called Sharp, right? Zhao Lin mentioned you to me.”

"Zhao Lin? How is she? Have they been evacuated yet?"

"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I can't answer that for you."

The fallen angel shook his head.

Knowing Zhao Lin's temper, she definitely wouldn't just leave so obediently. Sharp knew her too well.

On the "hill" in front of them, several shooting stars gradually took on human shapes and landed around Mus. Sharp, who had "dealt with" them before, sighed in despair to the heavens.

The alpha wolf, Faro, was the first to appear. Riding behind it, the Fifth Templar, Fanny, had been waiting for a long time—her entire upper body was covered in dark blue, tight-fitting armor, and the flowing mane on her shoulders made her look even more imposing; her pair of sharp steel claws extending from her forearms had certainly given Sharp a hard time.

Fully armed Yevgeny and Alston stood beside her, ready to pounce. Only the embers still glowing in the rain allowed Sharp to make out their faces.

The strategist, U, and the Eighth Templar Knight, Sen, who had received the order, surrounded them from the flanks. The deer, who had been kicked off the cliff by Naling not long ago, landed behind the fallen angel and Sharp, its pickaxe scraping against the ground with a maddening noise.

"What's your plan?!" The fallen angel's voice was noticeably more serious, but that had no effect at the moment.

Sharp shook his empty hand, calmly confronting Mus. The Templars gradually tightened their encirclement, as if everything had been settled.

The intensifying rain made the place look like an execution ground, and at the same time, it roused her from her long slumber...

Naling lay motionless amidst the ruins of the dilapidated building. The battle with Mus had exhausted most of her energy, and the flares from the golden antlers enveloped her battered body, perhaps offering a small amount of relief, but the recovery would be extremely limited. She desperately reached out in that direction.

Redemption seems so far away.

A powerful surge of energy revitalized the utterly depleted body. Wounds healed, and shimmering energy danced at his fingertips. Na Ling clenched his fists and leaped from the ground.

This power did not come solely from the golden antlers, but also from a pale hand.

Ye Man'er, kneeling beside her, had a terribly unfocused gaze and no longer had the strength to stand up. Na Ling tried to pull her up, but the moment she touched Ye Man'er's cold body, the latter collapsed straight down in front of her.

"...?!"

That invincible senior, who had never made a mistake, fell just like that.

The usually strong female warrior was on the verge of tears. Revered as the successor to the Second Templar Knight and the Royal Guard, she had now become a complete laughingstock. Naling watched as Yeman's armor crumbled into dust, passing through her body and carried away by the wind...

The Ye family crest was engraved on her dark, form-fitting battle suit, but it lost its luster as her life passed.

Na Ling looked pained and could only hold Ye Man'er's still warm body tightly, closing her lifeless eyes for her.

Surprisingly, the sudden gust of wind brought back the fragments of armor, which then deliberately clung to Naling, as if they were about to be put on her.

She now knew what had happened.

"Get some rest, Master. Leave the rest to me..."

Dust billowed. Naling settled Yemaner down and performed a brief farewell ceremony. He reached out to the spear Yemaner had left behind, accepting Yemaner's final "gift." The powder coalesced into countless armor plates, adhering to Naling's entire body—completely reshaping him into a body of steel.

With a crisp sword ring, the blood-stained robe, which had been stuck upside down in the ground, returned to her hand, its eerie red light pointing directly at where Mus was.

"please!"

Instantly taking off and kicking up a long trail of smoke and dust, the almost fully powered Nargyal pierced through the dark clouds and struck with lightning speed!

......

The fallen angel was clearly no match for these superhumans. She couldn't gain the upper hand in a regular fight, and simply dodging the Templars' attacks was already exhausting her. Using Sharp's cover, she fired the last of her armor-piercing rounds. The repeated, unsuccessful trigger pulls were a warning to her—the next offensive was imminent.

The flying razor tore through the fallen angel's armor; the sturdy material was utterly powerless against the scorching blade, and a large gash was immediately ripped open.

Sharp was caught in a pincer attack by Lu Shu and Sen, and his two fists were no match for four hands. He was soon forced into a corner.

"Kid, who gave you the right to wear this outfit? Shame on you!" Sen grinned maliciously, using Lu Shu's pickaxe to send Sharp flying.

Alston casually knocked the fallen angel to the ground, then took the opportunity to stomp on her chest. Fanny, who had rushed over, saw through her attempt to pull a knife from behind. The knife was kicked away, and the disarmed fallen angel could only struggle desperately on the ground.

“I’m curious about what kind of face lies beneath your mask. Come and satisfy my curiosity—” With that, the end of Ars’s razor violently pried open the fallen angel’s mask. An Han’s pale, rain-soaked face was now fully exposed before him.

"You overestimating yourself." Fanny grabbed An Han by the back of the neck, suspending her in the air without touching the ground.

Just as An Han, hurt from the blows, was about to curse, a series of explosions overhead illuminated the night sky as if it were daytime. Lightning struck from the thunderclouds, illuminating the sound barrier-breaking, rapidly descending "meteor."

A spear, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, struck down Alston, who was standing at the forefront. Having anticipated this, Fanny abandoned Anhan and lunged towards cover…

"Bang!!!"

The objective was clear. Before the other Templars could react immediately, Moose was sent flying by the enraged Na'ling, the two of them soaring a full block away. Na'ling, moving at high speed, pinned Moose to the ground, relentlessly pounding his helmet with punches.

When Musk's bloodied and mangled face was no longer concealed, Naling flew into the sky with Musk and held him firmly in front of her.

"This is for my parents and the people you killed!!"

The intense heat from the blood-red robe caused a thin mist to rise from the surrounding frigid air, and the sword pierced Mus's shoulder. He screamed in terror, broke free from Naling's restraints, and fell downwards in freefall.

Directly below them, the carrier strike group, which had already entered the wormhole's interference range, unleashed its full firepower. The ship's guns roared and thundered, and a dense barrage of close-in weapon system shells rained down on the air, weaving an impenetrable defensive net that tightly enveloped the entire near-shore sea surface.

Hundreds of missiles roared through the sky, hurtling towards the distance at astonishing speeds. Their tails spewed out large amounts of high-temperature gas and burning debris, forming massive pollution clouds.

This is a sight never seen before in the entire history of humankind.