Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 270 – Relocation of the Demon City

“That is…”

The half-smoked cigarette butt in Old Zhao’s hand fell to the ground, but he didn’t even notice.

He just stared blankly, neck craned upwards, his mouth agape wide enough to fit a lightbulb.

It wasn’t just him. On the northern wall of the entire Chuanxi Defense Base, several thousand Chosen One soldiers preparing for battle were all holding the same posture—gazing up at the sky.

Above the rolling mountain ridgeline, the originally grayish-white sky seemed to have been painted black by a giant brush.

Hummm—

A low, deep roar, like tens of thousands of bulls stampeding deep within the clouds, shook the dust from the city walls, causing it to rain down.

“It’s planes! Large transport planes!”

A sharp-eyed scout holding a pair of binoculars shouted, his voice cracking with excitement, “Those are the Federation’s transport planes!”

“One, two, ten… My god, that’s too many! At least a hundred of them!”

Chen Mo snatched the binoculars, staring intently at the oppressive black cloud of steel.

The distinct Federation insignia on the wings was particularly glaring under the reflection of the sun.

“Have those old geezers up top finally remembered us in Chuanxi?” Chen Mo felt his throat go a little dry, and the hand holding the binoculars trembled slightly. “This scale… they must have brought half of the Federation’s air transport force, haven’t they?”

But the pressure on Chuanxi wasn’t that great to begin with. What were so many transport planes doing here?

“Commander! Something’s wrong!”

Old Zhao suddenly shouted, pointing to the flank of the fleet. “Over there! A flock of mutant vultures is charging them!”

Chen Mo’s heart skipped a beat.

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The airspace over the Chuanxi Plateau had always been a no-fly zone, precisely because of those elusive mutant birds of prey.

Although they weren’t high-level, mostly around level two or three, their strength lay in their vast numbers and sharp talons, which could even tear through the armor of a tank.

For large, slow-moving transport planes like these, being swarmed by a flock of birds would be a devastating disaster.

“Damn it! Where’s the anti-air support? Give me covering fire!” Chen Mo roared.

“The distance is too great! They’re out of range!” the artillery battalion commander yelled, sweating profusely.

Just as everyone thought they were about to witness a plane crash, a bizarre scene unfolded.

The flock of mutant vultures, with wingspans exceeding five meters and feathers like cast iron, shrieked as they charged toward the outermost transport plane.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Just as they were about to collide with the wing.

No gunshots rang out.

No light from any ability flashed.

The dozen or so mutant birds at the very front seemed to have suddenly slammed into an invisible cutting net.

Splat!

Like watermelons being sliced by a sharp blade.

Their massive bodies disintegrated in mid-air, turning into countless chunks of flesh and a rain of blood that scattered down.

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Not even a single complete feather was left.

Immediately after, the dozens of birds following behind met the same fate.

It was as if an invisible “meat grinder” existed around the fleet, instantly obliterating any creature that dared to approach.

This scene not only stunned Chen Mo on the ground but also seemed to have terrified the other mutant creatures in the sky.

The bird flocks, which had been restless just moments before, let out terrified cries and scattered in all directions, no longer daring to get anywhere near the steel armada.

“What… what kind of ability is this?” Old Zhao swallowed hard, a chill running down his spine. “Wind-based? Or could it be the legendary space-based ability? This is too overpowered, isn’t it?”

It was invisible, intangible, and he couldn’t even feel any energy fluctuations.

It had just silently shredded everything.

Chen Mo lowered the binoculars, his expression growing more complex.

If the Federation had such a top-tier ability user, or such terrifying defensive technology, why had he never heard of it before?

“Stop standing around!”

Chen Mo took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the shock in his heart, and grabbed the communicator, roaring, “All personnel, listen up! Clear the runway immediately! Move all the combat vehicles and supplies out of the way! Clear all open ground!”

“No matter who they are, as long as they’re human, they’re our comrades!”

“Quick! Get moving!”

…

Half an hour later.

The extra-long runway at the Chuanxi base, most of which had been abandoned, was now filled with transport planes of all sizes.

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The deafening roar of the massive engines gradually subsided, replaced by the even louder clamor of human voices and machinery.

Chen Mo, leading a group of officers, strode quickly toward a gigantic transport plane parked in the very center.

His hand never left the pistol at his waist. Although he had confirmed they were friendlies, the bizarre methods from earlier forced him to remain vigilant.

Hiss—

With the sound of hydraulic rods turning, the huge rear cargo door slowly lowered.

The first to walk out were not some fully armed special forces, nor any high-ranking Federation officials.

Instead, it was a group of warriors in assorted combat uniforms, their faces weary, but their equipment was frighteningly sophisticated.

Although they looked as if they had just crawled out of a pile of corpses, their gazes were exceptionally sharp. The moment they disembarked, they had already instinctively occupied the surrounding high ground, the energy fluctuations from their bodies faintly locking onto everything in the vicinity.

This was the quality only battle-hardened veterans possessed.

Next, various huge metal crates sealed with tape were unloaded by engineering vehicles.

[Third-Generation Crystal Energy Cannon Core Components], [Mutant Creature Gene Bank], [High-Purity Crystals Reserve]…

Looking at the labels on the crates, Chen Mo’s eyelids twitched.

This wasn’t a reinforcement.

This was clearly a relocation!

“Chen Mo, long time no see.”

A slightly lazy voice came from behind the crowd.

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Two rows of soldiers immediately parted, clearing a path.

A man wearing a white T-shirt and blue ripped jeans, looking as if he had just woken up, walked down slowly.

His hair was messy, he had huge dark circles under his eyes, and he was holding a colorful lollipop in his mouth.

If not for the cold glint that occasionally flashed in his eyes, he would have looked like a shut-in addicted to video games.

“Chu… Chu Chen?!”

Chen Mo’s eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost. “How is it you? These… these planes…”

“What? Not welcome?”

Chu Chen took the lollipop out of his mouth, waved it in the air, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the weather. “The Federation wouldn’t reimburse my travel expenses, so I had to fly my own planes over.”

Chen Mo looked at the man, who was several years younger than him, his mind a complete mess.

Magic City was on the other side of the country from Chuanxi.

How did he manage to fly such a massive fleet over here completely unscathed?

And that invisible attack from before…

“No… what’s all this about?” Chen Mo pointed at the mountains of supplies piled up around them. “What about your First and Second Brigades? And the defensive line in Magic City? You’ve moved your entire base of operations. What’s going to happen over there?”

Chu Chen put the lollipop back in his mouth and mumbled indistinctly, “It’s gone.”

“What’s gone?”

“Magic City is gone.”