Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 271 – Who is Chu Chen?

Chen Mo stood by the tarmac, listening to Chu Chen’s nonchalant account, his temples throbbing.

What do you mean, “The Magic City Rift’s intensity was too high, so we came over since we couldn’t hold it”?

He watched the heavy transport planes landing one after another, watched the dark, dense crowd of tens of thousands of people walking out of the cabins, and felt a surge of anger rush straight to his head.

“Chu Chen!” Chen Mo finally couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed Chu Chen’s arm. “Over forty thousand people! Did you empty out the entire eastern coast of every living person? Do you know what a logistical disaster this is for us? The daily rations alone will be an astronomical figure!”

Chu Chen tilted his head, pulled a lollipop from his pocket, and stuck it in his mouth. The dark circles under his eyes gave him a morbidly decadent look.

He slowly pushed Chen Mo’s hand away and spoke faintly.

“Old Chen, you’ve got one thing wrong.”

“We didn’t come here to seek refuge with you.”

He glanced around the highland base, his tone placid yet carrying an unquestionable weight.

“Instead, we’re here to take over.”

“You!” Chen Mo was so furious he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Just then, a sharp, piercing alarm tore through the sky, instantly resounding throughout the entire base!

Wooo… Wooo… Wooo…

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

In the distance, the Spatial Rift, which had long been dormant, began to throb violently like a furiously beating heart. Ripples of purplish-black energy visibly spread outward.

“Energy index is soaring! Level one combat readiness!” Chen Mo’s expression changed drastically. Forgetting his argument with Chu Chen, he grabbed his communicator and roared, “All personnel, to your battle stations! Move!”

The entire Sichuan-West Base activated like a war machine, instantly kicking into high gear.

Countless soldiers rushed to the defensive fortifications, and heavy cannon barrels began to turn toward the Rift.

“What’s the panic?”

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Chu Chen’s lazy voice drifted over. He didn’t even spare a glance at the Rift, his hands still stuffed in his pants pockets.

“An energy fluctuation of this level is, at most, a group of Level 3 small fry.”

“What the hell do you know!” Chen Mo’s eyes were bloodshot. “Every time the Rift opens, at least twenty thousand creatures come through! Twenty thousand! If they break through our defense line, there are tens of thousands of unarmed civilians behind us!”

“Exactly.”

Chu Chen finally turned his head and gestured with his chin toward the people behind him, as if giving an order for a trivial matter.

“Shi Ming, go stretch your muscles.”

“You got it!”

A mountain of a man stepped forward in response. He was bare-chested, his knotted muscles gleaming with a bronze luster under the highland sun. The door-panel-sized Mountain-Cleaving Blade in his hand was taller than he was.

Boom!

Shi Ming’s legs suddenly pushed off, and the concrete ground beneath his feet instantly exploded into a spiderweb-like crater.

His entire body shot forward like a cannonball, crossing several hundred meters in an instant and landing heavily on the open ground directly in front of the Rift.

At almost the same moment, the membrane of light on the Rift’s surface shattered with a “pop.”

“ROAR!”

An endless horde of Demonic Creatures poured out like a flood from an open dam, carrying with them a foul stench and a reek of blood.

“Fire! Quick, fi—” Chen Mo’s command got stuck in his throat before he could finish, his eyes bulging like copper bells.

He saw the giant of a man named Shi Ming, facing the tidal wave of beasts that could swallow an army in an instant, not only did he not retreat, but he advanced, grinning to reveal a mouthful of stark white teeth.

“Xiao Jing! Give me a boost!”

Chen Mo froze, looking in the direction of the voice.

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From behind Chu Chen, a quiet girl with a high ponytail walked out. She closed her eyes and clasped her hands together.

Voom…

An invisible wave instantly swept across the entire area.

Chen Mo felt a jolt of energy, the fatigue from the past few days swept away in an instant.

And Shi Ming, in the center of the battlefield, began to glow with a faint, milky-white halo.

“Yeah!”

Shi Ming roared, swinging his Mountain-Cleaving Blade into a black whirlwind.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The dozens of Demonic Creatures at the very front couldn’t even get within three meters of his body. It was as if they had hit an invisible wall, exploding mid-air into clouds of blood mist and shredded flesh.

“What… what level is he?” The adjutant beside Chen Mo was trembling as he spoke.

But that wasn’t all.

Another young man in casual clothes appeared out of thin air at the front of their group. Facing the dark, dense tidal wave of beasts in the distance, he casually swiped a finger.

Zzzzzzt!

In the center of the tidal wave of beasts, space was sliced open as if by an invisible blade.

The charging forms of over a hundred Demonic Creatures came to an abrupt halt. Their upper bodies continued to fly forward due to inertia, while their lower halves were left behind in a neat line.

The cut was as smooth as a mirror.

“Holy shit…”

“Is that… Space Severance?”

“Are they… are they even human?”

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On the city wall, the soldiers of the Sichuan-West Base were completely dumbfounded.

They clutched their guns tightly but found they had no opportunity to fire.

That wasn’t a battle.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

Just what kind of monsters were these people from Magic City?

“Now, is there a problem?” Chu Chen’s voice sounded again. He looked at the stunned Chen Mo as if he were looking at a country bumpkin who had never seen the world. “Our people need the best barracks, the most ample food supplies, and absolute command authority.”

Chen Mo’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard.

A problem? What problem could he dare to have?

Forget the best barracks, if these masters wanted his commander’s office, he’d have to pack up and get out overnight!

The slaughter on the battlefield continued, but the tidal wave of beasts was already visibly thinning.

Strangely, however, the Rift did not close. Instead, it began to vibrate even more violently.

A more stable, more immense aura was slowly seeping out from the depths of the Rift.

“There’s more?” Shi Ming stomped on a Demonic Creature’s head, crushing it, and planted his Mountain-Cleaving Blade into the ground. His eyes were excited and cruel. “Good, I haven’t had my fill of killing yet!”

Zhou Ming’s brow also furrowed, and the spatial energy at his fingertips began to gather once more.

“Wait.”

This time, it was Chu Chen who spoke again.

His gaze had finally changed, fixed intently on the Rift’s exit.

“Stop.”

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His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an undeniable sense of command. Shi Ming and Zhou Ming instantly ceased their actions.

The entire scene fell deathly silent.

The Rift’s membrane of light was gently pushed aside like a water curtain by a slender hand.

A dozen or so figures walked out.

They weren’t ferocious Demonic Creatures.

They were a group of… girls?

Chen Mo quickly raised his binoculars. The moment he saw the newcomers clearly, his breath caught.

Walking at the very front was a petite and delicate girl. She was wearing a JK uniform common on Blue Star—a white short-sleeved shirt and a plaid skirt.

But on top of her head was a pair of fluffy fox ears.

Behind her, an orange tail was slightly puffed up with nervousness.

Following her were a dozen other girls, all with Fox Ears and Tails. Their faces were filled with fear and unease as they huddled closely behind the lead girl.

The reek of blood made them very uncomfortable.

The lead Fox Clan Girl looked at the scene of carnage before her, a mountain of corpses in a sea of blood, and at the blood-soaked god of death, Shi Ming, who was still holding his blade. Her legs were trembling.

But remembering her “sister’s” command, she mustered her courage and took out a piece of paper, slightly damp with sweat from her palm.

She used the daylight to make out the writing on it, then looked up and called out in an extremely stiff, almost comical Dragon Country accent, her voice trembling:

“Um… excuse me…”

The girl swallowed, her voice as quiet as a mosquito’s buzz.

“May I ask… who… who is… Chu Chen?”