Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 421 – The Dark Sky Hangs Low

The Half-Eagle Man captain swallowed hard.

The sight before him sent a chill down his spine.

In just a few minutes, five hundred mass-produced Lickers had been slaughtered down to fewer than two hundred.

Those hundred black-armored monsters, even when their heads were blown to pieces, could instantly reassemble themselves under the glow of green light.

“What the hell! These things can’t be killed!”

The vice captain clutched his blood-soaked thigh and screamed in terror.

The Half-Eagle Man suddenly spread his wings wide, and the gale-force wind sent the two black-armored monsters lunging at him flying backward.

“Retreat! Everyone scatter and break through!”

He gave the order without a moment’s hesitation.

This woman in the archaic flowing dress radiated an incomprehensible malevolence. If they kept fighting, this elite special operations squad would be wiped out here today.

The Genetic Augments had long lost their will to fight. The moment they heard the order, they turned and ran without looking back.

Lin Fan sat on the stone block, having just smoothed out the silk stocking over her toes.

She looked up, her gaze sweeping across the fleeing backs.

“Using such ugly things to dirty my eyes, and now you want to leave?”

Her gaze locked onto two female figures in the group.

One was a half-Serpent-folk dragging a thick serpentine tail, the other a cat-person with a pair of black cat ears and a tail.

Both radiated energy fluctuations at the early sixth level.

“Serpent tail, cat ears?”

Lin Fan let out a light laugh.

“Does that old madman Chen Dingjun have such peculiar tastes?”

She stood up and brushed off dust that wasn’t there from her skirt.

“Blue Star’s Gene-stitching Technology is too crude—even that cat’s tail has fur that doesn’t lie smooth. But with the Energy Level where it is, it barely counts as acceptable material.”

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Lin Fan didn’t give chase.

She stood in place, her red lips parting slightly.

Earlier at the Western Sichuan base, she had tested the petrification effect of the Charm Magic Eye.

Today, she’d use these people to test another new talent.

“The dark, dark sky hangs low…”

An ethereal, drifting female voice rose languidly through the ruined streets.

Without any amplification equipment, the sound nevertheless pierced precisely into the ears of every living creature present.

Siren’s Voice activated.

This was not a physical sonic wave, but a spiritual resonance that acted directly upon the depths of the soul.

The Half-Eagle Man had just soared into midair when his body suddenly stiffened.

His eagle eyes instantly lost focus, pupils dilating wide.

His wings stopped beating, and his entire body plummeted straight down from a height of over ten meters, crashing toward the ground.

“Thud.”

His flesh slammed against the asphalt road, yet he seemed to feel no pain. Instead, an eerily intoxicated smile spread across his face.

The Genetic Augments who had been scrambling desperately to flee all stopped in perfect unison.

The cat-person female team member’s knees gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, her throat emitting meaningless gurgling sounds as her hands clawed wildly at the air, as if beholding some vision of ultimate bliss.

The remaining hundred-plus gray Lickers didn’t even let out a single howl. They all lay flat on the ground, allowing the black-armored monsters to bite through their throats.

Absolute hard control.

But the penetrating power of this song went far beyond that.

At the same moment.

Capital Rift Defense Base, Core Control Room.

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“Sir, the frontline audio collection system has picked up a sound!”

The technician shouted.

The general’s brows knitted tightly.

“Play it out loud! Let’s hear what the hell she’s up to!”

“The bright, bright stars follow along…”

The ethereal singing poured out through the control room’s high-power speakers.

In that single instant.

The general’s body froze stiff.

He felt his soul being gently pulled from his body by an invisible hand, sinking into an endless, blissful void.

In the control room, over a dozen technicians all froze mid-action.

Some began giggling foolishly, others started drooling, and a few even stood up, walking toward the main screen with glazed eyes, reaching out as if to embrace the white-haired woman on the display.

“No… something’s wrong!”

The general was, after all, a high-level Evolved being, and the seductive voice transmitted through the collection equipment was far weaker than it would have been in person. The last shred of rationality left him biting down hard on the tip of his tongue.

The searing pain granted his nerves half a second of clarity.

He stared at the chaotic control room, where everyone was lost in madness, and felt a surge of terror.

Without a moment’s hesitation, he drew the pistol from his waist and aimed it at the audio receiver on the main console.

Bang! Bang!

Two shots blew the receiver apart, and the singing came to an abrupt halt.

The general collapsed back into his chair, his body drenched in cold sweat.

One more second, and the entire command center would have been wiped out.

“Snap out of it, all of you!”

The general roared.

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Several senior officers shook their heads violently, looking around as if waking from a dream, their faces filled with horror.

“Is that woman a monster? She can perform mental control even through the surveillance network!”

The adjutant’s voice trembled.

“Cut all direct external connections immediately! Only keep the basic energy radar detection active!”

The general gave the order.

He understood now—things had spiraled completely out of control.

“Contact Chief Chen right now! Immediately!”

Technicians scrambled to reboot the communication equipment. Seconds later, one turned around with a deathly pale face.

“Sir… we can’t reach them.”

“What did you say?”

“All military communication satellites have stopped responding. Our external network has been severed!”

The technician’s fingers flew across the keyboard, sweat pouring down his face.

“An incredibly terrifying stream of computational power breached our firewall two minutes ago. The entire base’s highest network authority… has been revoked!”

The general felt his vision go dark.

Losing the network meant they were now a lone island.

They couldn’t even send out a distress signal.

“Initiate physical cutoffs! Release all the Genetic Troops!!”

The general’s eyes were bloodshot, completely unhinged.

“Stop her at all costs—keep her outside the base!”

On the wasteland street.

Lin Fan stopped humming.

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Looking at the augmented humans sprawled on the ground, lost in their hallucinations and completely helpless, she pouted in boredom.

“Guess mama’s singing isn’t half bad. I should learn a few more songs.”

Lin Fan casually pointed.

“Kill the men, spare the women.”

Receiving the order, the black-armored Lickers let out low growls and immediately pounced on the male augmented humans who offered no resistance.

Blood splattered, and the sounds of tearing and biting filled the air.

Lin Fan didn’t even glance at the scene. She walked straight toward the two female augmented humans.

The half-Serpent-folk and the cat-woman remained kneeling on the ground, their minds still clouded.

Lin Fan extended her fair hand, her fingertips gently tapping each of their foreheads.

A system notification chimed in her mind.

“Ding! Qualified female targets detected.”

“Now crafting Skins…”

The two augmented humans’ bodies rapidly withered, dissolving into specks of light.

In their place, two exquisite Skins floated in mid-air.

“Epic-grade Skins acquired x2.”

Lin Fan reached out, caught them, and tossed the Skins into her System Space.

She didn’t even bother checking their attributes.

These Stitched Abominations only have the advantage of their evolution level.

Counting these two, she currently possesses a total of five Epic-grade Skins.

She’s still a long way off from the two hundred needed to unlock the Legendary Grade Long Xi—a difference of a hundred and ninety-five.

“At this rate of scavenging scraps, when will this ever end?”