Su Ze had no time to consider much else, as the one-legged ghost before him was uncooperative. With his sharp blade technique, he launched an attack like cutting through a forest, breaking through the ghost's defense and spinning around to slice off its head.
As blood sprayed through the air, Su Ze transferred his main body to another clone that was facing a different ghost.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The light wind sounds came through the walkie-talkie as small streams of blood flowed down Su Ze's body. He tried to calm himself and blew into the walkie-talkie.
Whatever injuries his main body sustained, his clones would bear the same wounds, just like mirrors.
Uesugi Akizuki listened for a long time until she heard the whooshing sounds through the walkie-talkie. Her worried heart finally relaxed. She stared intently at the clock on the wall, her small face full of gravity, waiting painfully for the next ten minutes to arrive.
Splash splash splash—
Under the sky that resembled a red sunset, a drizzling rain began to fall. Su Ze sniffed the strong smell of blood in the air, "Blood rain."
He created an energy shield around himself, keeping the rain at bay.
Ghosts appeared at a rate of one to three per minute, all at the Firefly Realm level. Su Ze consistently kept their numbers below ten; if they exceeded that, he would concentrate his power for quick kills.
His main body constantly switched between clones, while ghost wails and shrieks filled the streets. Corpses piled up in every corner of the street, but no matter what, they couldn't get near the house.
The stern young man, wielding a straight blade, was slaughtering the descending ghosts in chaos!
"Ze-bro... Ze-bro." This came through the private communication channel between Shen Qingsheng and Su Ze. His voice sounded breathless.
"What's wrong?" Su Ze replied calmly despite his exhaustion.
"I feel like I'm about to take flight," Shen Qingsheng suddenly said fiercely.
Shen Qingsheng was guarding the Third District. Clutching the horrific bloody hole in his stomach, he watched the endless stream of ghosts emerging from spatial rifts below, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
"Your tone doesn't sound right," Su Ze said as he unleashed a circular blade light, instantly beheading ghosts within three meters.
"Don't overthink it, I've already called for backup," Shen Qingsheng said with blood flowing from his feet, cursing viciously, "Damn it, how did this situation happen?"
"At noon, I was just drinking beer and singing, when suddenly a voice announced the blood moon's arrival. I was completely caught off guard."
"I've been stabbed several times, and now I need to go to the hospital. If I die, remember our promise - whoever survives will carve the other's name on their tombstone."
"What should we carve? 'Forever single, son Shen Qingsheng'?"
In the Third District's street, a cold light suddenly exploded! The swarming ghosts suffered heavy casualties instantly. A ice-blue-haired beauty with a war scythe exhaled frost, her eyes cold as ice. She lowered her body and charged into the ghost horde like a cheetah. The elegant war scythe drew arcs of cold light, blooming like ice lotus flowers on the battlefield.
"Ghost Officer! It's a damn Lamp Realm Ghost Officer!" Shen Qingsheng was shocked. "My backup is a Ghost Officer! This sister is so cool! Awesome!"
Su Ze was speechless, regretting that he hadn't admitted to having an illness during the Ghost Officer interview.
That way, he could have enjoyed the same privileges as the Ghost Officers.
Eventually, Shen Qingsheng was taken away by logistics personnel for treatment.
The blood moon only appeared at night and would set at dawn. Research showed that blood moon appearances would continue for several days, with the first recorded occurrence lasting eight days.
This wasn't just Huaxia's crisis; it was a disaster for the entire Blue Star. When the blood moon rotated to the other half of Blue Star, it would become America's disaster.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Uesugi Akizuki listened to the sounds from the walkie-talkie and smiled silly, rolling around on the bed. Even with the door locked and curtains drawn, unable to see Su Ze, she felt secure, always feeling as if Su Ze was right beside her.
Her feelings were quite accurate, as one of Su Ze's battle-scarred clones was sitting on the roof.
The blood moon hung high in the dome of heaven, with a brilliant starry river beneath the red-tinged sky. Below the stars, blood rain washed away countless corpses in the streets.
This was the midnight battle. Su Ze, clutching the bloody hole in his chest, his windbreaker dancing in the fierce wind, stood guard before a spatial rift with his blade in one hand. His eyes held a defiant challenge as he looked at the terrified group of ghosts trapped in the spatial rift, unwilling to emerge, his expression fierce and savage.
"Come on! Let's see how many lives you've got to fight with me!"
He shouted at the ghosts with a ferocious expression.
The ghosts timidly shrank back, but some fearless ones squeezed past the cowards in front. Then one after another charged forward, and those who were initially afraid followed the lead of these vanguard ghosts.
Su Ze lowered his stance and struck with his blade! A blade energy spanning dozens of meters split the air, forcing this group of advancing ghosts to retreat until they could no longer withstand the power of the blade energy, and were directly cut in half.
Su Ze's clones had reached several hundred, patrolling the streets for spatial rifts.
"Brother... are you a soldier?"
One of Su Ze's clones stood on a balcony, behind whose curtain was the shadow of a child.
Whether Forerunners or Ghost Officers, they were all people's soldiers, and the public knew about these organizations.
"Yes," Su Ze said.
"Grandma says many people will die tonight. Can you save them?"
"Indeed. Tonight, no one in the Seventh District will die." Su Ze's tone was extremely domineering, and he truly had the ability to ensure no deaths in the Seventh District tonight, but only for today.
If the blood moon lasted four or five days, the Seventh District would definitely suffer heavy casualties.
Su Ze lit a cigarette, listening to the whooshing sounds from the walkie-talkie. He sighed helplessly, "What time is it? Why aren't you sleeping?"
The walkie-talkie fell silent for a while, then came more whooshing sounds. It was clear the girl was puffing her cheeks, blowing with all her might.
Su Ze was quite helpless. He blew whoosh whoosh whoosh several times, and Uesugi Akizuki in the room finally giggled silly.
She knew Su Ze was doing something dangerous, and although her eyelids were heavy as she watched the wall clock, she feared Su Ze might die, so she would whoosh whoosh whoosh to confirm every ten minutes, only feeling at ease when the other side whooshed back.
Dawn broke.
The gentle orange light overcame the bloody horror, and daybreak brought not only sunlight but also the victory won by Huaxia soldiers after a night of bitter fighting.
Countless ghosts were pulled back into the spatial rifts by a powerful suction force.
Su Ze took out his flask for a drink, rinsed his mouth, and spat out the blood-mixed liquid.
A clone by the riverside - he transferred his main body to this clone, and the hundreds of clones that had fought with him through the night disappeared.
He staggered to the riverside to wash his face, and the blood on his body quickly dyed the water red.
"Dust City guardians, please report your current situation."
"Dust City First District guardian reporting: Huaxia Forerunner Wen Liang deceased, Qiu Yu deceased, Huaxia Night Watcher Wu Tong deceased. Survivors: Huaxia Ghost Officer Shi Liang, Huaxia Forerunner Liao Yu. A mid-Lamp Realm ghost appeared during the blood moon period and was slain by Shi Liang. First District civilian casualties: fifty-one deaths. First day of blood moon, mission completed."
These numbers shocked everyone.
"..."
"Dust City Third District guardian reporting: No personnel deaths. Huaxia Forerunner Shen Qingsheng severely wounded, Huaxia Ghost Officer Shuang Jiang lightly wounded. Third District civilian casualties: zero. First day of blood moon, mission completed."
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