Beginning with the Ubume Bird-Chapter 324 - 50 Scarlet Prayer

Chapter 324: Chapter 50: Scarlet Prayer

Chapter 324: Chapter 50: Scarlet Prayer

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Li Yan found it hard to describe what he was thinking when he used Magic Motion Technology to work on his gear.

The hands that were used to wielding weapons all year round were just as steady when holding a pipe wrench. The patterns he engraved on each bullet casing with the cutting tool were as precise as a CNC machine. More often than not, his understanding of Magic Motion Technology, like his proficiency with firearms, Military Skill, Naval Battle, and equestrianism—all specialties obtained through spending points—was convenient and practical. However, he could not articulate the principles behind them; it all came intuitively.

Ancient Martial Arts, on the other hand, were different. You could ask Li Yan to explain the techniques of striking, how to apply force with the joints, the coordination of steps and visual focus—he could speak eloquently about those. But ask him why an electronic pot plus heavy metals plus an electric shock device equals the Black Star Type IV injector, and he would be completely lost.

Such a difference meant that specializations learned through points had little chance of improvement, often reaching a ceiling at 69%.

After practicing with the scrap metal of the Black Star combat vehicle for a morning, Li Yan raised his Magic Motion Technology level to 59%, which was currently his limit. Whether this level was sufficient to modify the Dodge Tomahawk to his satisfaction, Li Yan was not entirely confident.

But damage, or significant performance degradation, was almost impossible.

“Your Special Expertise: Magic Motion Technology (59%) is activated!”

Li Yan wiped away the metal shavings scattered on the body of the vehicle, gave the hood a few swipes with a towel, straightened the refurbished Dodge Tomahawk, and after thoroughly inspecting it from all angles, he nodded in satisfaction.

The silver Dodge Tomahawk now sported a jet-black mechanical assembly, resembling several mistaken black crevices winding through snow-capped mountains. The worn tires had been replaced with brand new specialty plastic, and their dark patterns shone brilliantly.

The most eye-catching feature was the metal electric spray mounted on the back of the vehicle, which glittered with a blue flame when activated. However, even if one were to stick a finger inside, they would not feel the slightest bit of heat.

At the heavy front of the vehicle, a left handle was fitted with an All-Function Tactical Spider that looked like a blade-like gauntlet. The driver had to insert their arm into the Tactical Spider to grip the handle of the Dodge Tomahawk.

The blocky metal front, which originally conveyed a crushing presence, took on a more agile and fierce look after adjustments and polishing.

Dodge Tomahawk (Modified!)

Category: Riding Gear

Quality: Legendary!

Top speed: 1350 kilometers per hour, can accelerate to 150 km/h in 3 seconds.

Independent Component: Savior Full-function Tactical Spider (Legendary!) (Damage to this component will significantly reduce bike performance)

Secondary reserve energy electric spray

High-capacity electricity storage drive system

Features: Smooth Riding (capable of attaining at least 30% of road speed in any complex terrain, such as desert, mud, grass, rubble, etc.)

Peak Performance (optimized energy consumption, stability, and power drive)

Memory Structure (the bike’s body can auto-recover to a certain extent from deformation and wear)

All-Function Tactics (equipped with an intelligent Tactical Spider to optimize performance distribution and equipped with all the capabilities of a rare-quality All-Function Tactical Spider)

Li Yan climbed onto the vehicle, inserted his left hand into the gauntlet modified by the Tactical Spider, and twisted the handle. The blue tail flame flickered as two options appeared on the Tactical Spider’s projection screen.

Rampage (The bike will emit intense noise, with the engine, pistons, and other components having slightly worse cooling)

Rapid Motion (Silent operation with good cooling)

Without any visible action from Li Yan, the “Rapid Motion” option moved on its own. The tail flame brightened significantly, and the Dodge Tomahawk turned into a streak of light, speeding away amidst the broken roads and sand!

…

At the rear of the Black Star armored vehicle base.

“Black Star welcomes reliable soldiers. If there’s anything you need, come find me anytime.”

The quartermaster and the bandaged old man symbolically shook hands.

Song hoisted the wild yak sniper rifle rs107 on his shoulder and snatched the pink medicine from the table, quickly walking away.

Throughout the base, the soldiers’ discussions about the front lines were like an unending thread, reaching Song Zuo’s ears.

“The remnants at Great Demon Lake are putting up a fierce resistance. The zombies and Ramu Jue’s followers teamed up right from the start.”

“Ramu Jue has raised a large amount of supplies over the years and created an ace team. They’re called the Four Heavenly Kings. We didn’t encounter them on the battlefield earlier, and now they’re holed up deep in the lake. It’s a tough nut to crack.”

“With Commander Liang personally in charge, they won’t be able to hold out for long…”

“Colonel Qiao’s troops have suffered heavy losses, and he himself is injured. He might step back from the front lines in the next few days.”

Song Zuo walked on, seemingly indifferent to the situation at Great Demon Lake.

Suddenly, he stopped. Under the fierce and harsh midday sun, a wooden sign hanging in the sandy wind swung back and forth.

“Donations”

Next to it, a glass pane was covered with black and white photos of gaunt, short children staring woodenly at the camera, some with bullet belts wrapped around their waists.

Song Zuo stood there for a while, then unconsciously approached, and clumsily stared at the bright glass window. After a while, a girl wearing a boat-shaped hat looked up. Blocking the ultraviolet rays with her hand, she said, “Hello. How can I help you?”

Song pointed at the sign and asked, “What is this?”

“It’s now universally acknowledged by the three powers that area B is under the full domain of Black Star armored vehicles, not the lawless zone it used to be. The committee has decided to fund the establishment of a refugee orphanage and is soliciting donations from affiliated companies and individuals in area B. If you, sir, are willing to donate, you can write your name on this sign.”

“I’m out of money.”

Song Zuo replied subconsciously.

The girl shrugged. In fact, the donation sign had been out for several days, and not a single person had come to donate. Even the girl herself thought that the executives in the high-rise buildings of the safe zone must have had their brains fried by ultraviolet rays—donations, what a ludicrous idea in this bitter winter?

Clang.

A metal coin landed on the table. Judging by the pattern, it was currency issued by the Raine Brothers Company, which still had some purchasing power in the winter. If it were just one coin, it might only be enough to exchange for a few bullets.

“That’s all for now, I’ll earn more.”

The girl’s smile was somewhat awkward, but the old man in front of her exuded the aura of a hunter returning from the kill, combined with the professionalism fostered by the Black Star armored vehicle, so she still smiled, taking the coin and pulling a pale yellow sticky note from the drawer, “Sir, you can write down your wishes and suggestions for yourself and for area B. The donation comments on the future development of area B will be personally reviewed by General Liang Zhengyong, the commander of the Sixth Army.”

Song Zuo blinked, having never seen such a display or method before. After all, Black Star armored vehicle was one of the three major powers ruling the winter, and their policies and directives were far beyond what organizations like Magic Motion Technology and the Raine Brothers, who were known for their commissioned tasks and occasional backstabbing scandals, could compete with.

With just a few lines of text, Song Zuo took over twenty minutes, stutteringly asking the girl for three or four pieces of paper, and finally left a Tibetan name on the sign using a permanent marker.

Song Zuo stared at the name for a while, his expression blank. He took out the pink medicine he had spent all his savings on, and, twisting off the cap like it was a strong bottle of Erguotou, drank it all in one gulp, completely disregarding that such a method of use would result in a loss of about fifteen percent of the medicine’s effectiveness. Instead, it seemed as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders as he let out a sigh of relief, shouldered the rugged sniper rifle, and turned to leave.

The Tibetan name on the sign swayed in the wind, a lone name with ink dripping downward.