My Ability Is Role-playing-Chapter 255 - 254: An Uncharacteristic Demon Child

During the eradication process, some "experiment participants" wearing white protective clothing jumped out of the White Coffin.

They seemed to have received information from the Consciousness Transmission Factory early on, reacting immediately upon appearing without a moment of hesitation or doubt.

Some chose to attack the Expedition Team.

Some chose to hide.

Others fled in panic, racing for their lives, trying to escape this massive factory.

After all, with the existence of "phone booths", once they escaped from here, they could instantly transmit to locations hundreds or even thousands of kilometers away.

If they could achieve that, no matter how strong the Expedition Team was, they wouldn't be able to pursue them.

Unfortunately...

They couldn't do it!

Su Qiangwei stood like a gatekeeper at the door, and Ma Ran slaughtered on the flank, showing a posture of not stopping until these guys were completely wiped out.

The Demon Child Team likewise showed remarkable battle prowess.

Wu Di, like an oaf, completely relinquished thinking, doing whatever Ma Ran said.

Assigned to the Demon Child Team, he closely followed behind the red-haired, blood-eyed man, protecting his rear to prevent anyone from ambushing him.

Meanwhile, Li Xing, as a war correspondent and auxiliary control ability user, fell into deep thought.

His eyes burned as he looked forward.

The man with the title of "Demon Child" was as powerful as ever, his body like the hardest substance in the world, as if no attack could leave a single wound on him.

So, in Li Xing's view, Wu Di's worry was completely unnecessary.

In the Consciousness Factory, most of the enemies encountered were newcomers and veterans, and it was rare to see a Title Holder.

The truly seasoned experiment participants, faced with such sudden situations, preferred to hide in the "experiment field" rather than immediately return to the Eternal Civilization.

Many intelligent life forms are like that; the more they experience, the more they fear death.

The Demon Child charged ahead, every move refined through countless trials, containing unparalleled power.

Any enemy daring to block the way would be crushed to dust, their body and soul annihilated.

The thick, bloody smell permeated the air, making people feel a sweet and tangy sensation in their lungs with each breath.

"The oxygen content on this planet is slightly lower compared to Earth."

Since he temporarily only needed to perform the duties of a war correspondent, Li Xing even had the leisure and energy to think: "The gravity is about 0.9 G, also slightly lower than Earth's."

"But the physical fitness of the Longevity People is not inferior to Earthlings in the slightest."

"Even the weakest ones can match the average First Rank of Inner Qi, and in some aspects, surpass it!"

Thinking about this, Li Xing's gaze focused on the Demon Child.

Uncertain if it was an illusion.

He always felt that this Demon Child seemed to have become significantly quieter.

To be precise, since arriving at the Eternal Civilization Main Base by traveling through the Interstellar Jump Pod, the Demon Child had changed.

Before, although he didn't talk much, he often laughed then.

Sneers, strange laughs, manic laughter, fundamentally they were still a form of "laughing", right?

Especially in battle, the evident joy and exhilaration had a very strong infectious power.

Many warriors and logistic staff who had participated in the Grass Hut Battle had somewhat started to enjoy that life-or-death edge.

If someone said this wasn't the Demon Child's "doing", probably no one would believe it.

But now?

The Demon Child charged forward, invincible, like a raging dragon out to sea, waves roaring, full of malevolent aura almost turning tangible.

He simply killed, yet seemed to lack the exuberant charm he once had!

In battle, the Demon Child's eyes even showed a hint of confusion, as if recalling or pondering some important issue.

"Demon Child!"

"Wake up!"

The one who spoke wasn't Li Xing.

It was Wu Di.

Although he had given up thinking, Iron Head's instinct also made him sense something amiss with the Demon Child.

"Being distracted during battle is a major taboo in the Demon Sect!"

"This is exactly what you previously told me in person!"

Li Xing listened as his eyelids twitched wildly, fearing the Demon Child might swat Wu Di into a small patty with a reverse slap.

Luckily, the Demon Child was never the unreasonable kind.

His tolerance for young Earth humans seemed to be far higher than what think tanks and the advisory department's analysis suggested.

The Demon Child, originally like a merciless killing machine, upon hearing those words, merely paused for a bit, then threw himself back into battle.

In the blink of an eye, the Demon Child reverted to his former wild, savage, and unruly self, even without words, every move carrying a domineering momentum looking down upon all creation.

The transformation in aura made Li Xing and Wu Di feel slightly more at ease.

As for whatever mental burden the Demon Child had, that wasn't a problem to consider now.

Helping resolve it after this interstellar expedition would be the best choice!

The Demon Child unleashed his full strength, coordinating with the Martial God and Prophet, the three entities besieging, taking only ten minutes to fully suppress the Consciousness Transmission Factory!

The surviving Longevity People dared not resist any further.

Including the 700 experiment participants clad in pure white full coverage protective clothing, a total of 900 prisoners remained within the Consciousness Transmission Factory.

They weren't killed now only because they still had some usefulness.

Once their value depletes, their fate will be needless to say.

This was unrelated to ideology or faith.

It was simply a matter of different positions.

Every Longevity Star Person kept alive now might mean hundreds or thousands of Earth humans may perish at their hands in the future!

This needed no explanation from anyone.

Having ideologies collapse due to slaying is a sign of a frail psyche.

The four Earth humans in the Interstellar Expedition Team, though young, were all individuals with strong wills and steadfast values.

A fierce battle had taken place, each with their hands stained with blood.

The enemies would beg for their lives, scream, howl in pain.

The enemies had family and friends too.

But they were enemies!

This group, when descending upon Earth, never showed any semblance of "humanity."

Earth humans dying by Longevity Star People's hands never appeared to have records of sparing during their pleas.

So...

Now, whether these guys were sobbing on their knees begging for life or lying on the ground feigning death, their final fate would not change!

The prisoners abandoned resistance, all holding their heads in their hands, squatting together, looking densely packed like hundreds of domesticated pigs.

The five of the Expedition Team gathered together as well, finally having a chance to rest.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle...

The Demon Child's fingers ignited a black-red fire of malevolence, burning the bloodstains on his hands to nothing.

He tilted his head and looked at Wu Di: "Kid, thanks."

Wu Di, still not caught up, was like a muddle-headed goose: "Huh?"

Li Xing covered his mouth and chuckled lightly.

This was the difference between the Demon Child and the Sword Master.

The Sword Master, proud and lofty, remembered everything in his heart but never voiced it, instead expressing gratitude through action.

The Demon Child, with a fierce aura yet approachable, was practically immune to being "tsundere", expressing any emotion directly and openly.

"Whew... Eat up! Later, there's another tough battle to fight!"

Su Qiangwei, unaware of what had happened and too uninterested to inquire, instructed as she activated the [Pandora] ability, distributing supplies prepared in advance by the Academic Society for each member.

The group seized the time to eat, replenishing physical energy.

The Demon Child, uncharacteristically sipping the strong liquor in small sips, looked up at the dim sky, pondering something unknown to the others.