Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 475 – The Second Wave of Teleportation

Lin Fan didn’t need to worry about the battle situation at Azurewood City.

With Long Yi, Long Teng, and Long Yan now stationed there as three Level 8 powerhouses, and Long Yan and Yuzuru leading the city guard at full force, the 1.2 million Mutated Beasts lacking unified command were nothing more than free experience points thrown at that steel fortress.

The only thing she cared about was time.

After the first wave of teleportation ended, the scarlet Runes on the surface of the ten bone pillars dimmed sharply, their vast energy reserves drained by more than half.

The entire Teleportation Array fell into a brief silence, with occasional flickers of spiritual light dancing between the pillars like dying fireflies.

Long Cang paced anxiously in circles, constantly urging his subordinates to stuff Crystals into the pillar bases to replenish energy.

Lin Fan stood in the female battalion’s formation, eyes lowered.

She was counting the time.

When Zhou Ming tampered with the coordinates, he used a spatial coordinate overlay technique—essentially layering a membrane over the original coordinates.

This meant that after the first wave exhausted the array’s stored energy, when the bone pillars recharged and the array recalibrated and restarted on its own, it would automatically strip away that overlay membrane and restore the original coordinates of the ten Rifts.

That was why she had Zhou Ming alter it only once.

First wave: a million-strong beast tide sent to Azurewood City as Crystal reserves.

Second wave: three thousand elites sent back through the ten Rifts to Blue Star.

And on the Blue Star side, Chu Chen needed no notification from Lin Fan—with his wisdom, he had already arranged for Lu Yuan, Zhu Yan, plus the puppet army newly absorbed from Wang Shan and over a thousand Gene Warriors of Levels 5-6 under Chen Dingjun, to be dispersed and stationed before those ten Rifts.

As for the original garrison forces from various nations guarding the ten Rifts, they had long since set up Crystal Core Cannons before every single one.

A banquet was prepared, dishes laid out. All that remained was for the guests to bring their own heads to the table.

“Recharge complete!”

Long Cang’s voice exploded through the cavern.

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All ten bone pillars lit up almost simultaneously, but this time the glow was no longer a uniform scarlet—each pillar flickered at a slightly different frequency, and ten distinct sets of spatial coordinates split into ten independent spatial vortexes above the array.

Lin Fan looked up.

Ten vortexes. Ten directions.

Original coordinates, perfectly restored.

On the high platform, Long Ye finally opened his eyes.

He watched the ten vortexes take shape simultaneously and nodded with satisfaction.

“All troops, hear my command!”

Long Ye’s voice was not loud, but his Level 8 pressure carried every syllable, nailing them into the eardrums of everyone present.

“By formation number, enter the corresponding Teleportation Channels in sequence from left to right.”

He paused, his golden Vertical pupils sweeping across the dense ranks below.

“Once you reach Blue Star, there is only one thing you need to remember.”

“Suppress, but do not slaughter.”

Though the others didn’t understand why the Second Elder would issue such an order, no one cared—they were going to plunder, not commit genocide.

Three thousand voices roared in unison, the sound waves nearly tearing loose the rubble from the cavern ceiling.

Lin Fan opened her mouth along with them, but no sound came out.

She turned to look at Hu Ya beside her.

The female warrior of the Tiger Clan was clenching her fists, tiger stripes spreading from her forearms to the backs of her hands, her amber Vertical pupils brimming with the excitement of an impending battle.

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“Ning Shuang! Our first team goes in first!” Hu Ya said in a low, excited voice. “Even though the male and female battalions enter together, as long as we steer clear of those men, our haul will be massive.”

Long Su leaned in, her expression a mix of anticipation and nervousness. “Sister Ning Shuang, you’ve been to Blue Star, right? Do they really have those legendary ‘iron carriages’ and ‘iron birds that carry people’?”

Long Yao and Long Shuangling crowded in as well, and over forty female warriors from the camp naturally gathered around Lin Fan, like fledglings who had found their pillar of support.

Lin Fan looked at these faces.

Behind every single face lay an Epic-grade Skin.

“Stay close to me,” Lin Fan said calmly. “Once we’re over there, don’t run around, don’t wander off alone. Follow my orders.”

“Don’t worry, Ning Shuang!” Hu Ya slapped her chest vigorously. “With you here, we’ll definitely—”

“First squad! Move out!”

Long Cang’s urging cut off Hu Ya’s words.

Lin Fan took the lead, stepping onto the Teleportation Channel leading to the Rift.

The moment his feet touched the formation’s rune patterns, a familiar sensation of spatial tearing spread from the soles of his feet all the way to the top of his head.

Crimson spiritual light flooded his vision, and his ears were filled with the sharp, piercing tremor of space itself.

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A certain Rift on Blue Star.

At the edge of the Spatial Rift, blue light pulsed irregularly like a wound torn across the sky’s curtain.

Lu Yuan crouched atop an overturned armored vehicle, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, watching as Zhu Yan punched the last Dragon Clan vanguard soldier stationed there into a pulp with a single blow.

This was the forty-seventh Rift.

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Five days.

From the ruins of the Black Palace to now—five full days. They had raced nonstop across most of Blue Star, from Uglymerica to Europa, then deep into Central Asia, pushing forward along the red coordinate points Chu Chen had marked.

Forty-seven Rifts, each guarded by anywhere from a hundred to five hundred Dragon Clan troops—mostly Demi-humans and Mutated Beasts of various races, led by a handful of Collateral Dragonkin officers.

Honestly, at this level of intensity, it was like slicing vegetables for the two of them.

Lu Yuan blew out a smoke ring, watching Zhu Yan shake the blood off her fists as she walked back.

Her dark-golden Dragon horns caught the cold light of the dusk, and her form-fitting black combat suit outlined her hard yet fluid body lines.

Her golden hair was casually tied back with a black hairband, a few loose strands clinging to her sweat-dampened temples.

After five days, Lu Yuan had to admit one thing.

This woman was genuinely fierce.

Not the kind of fierce that came from brute force, but the kind where every punch landed exactly where it needed to land.

There wasn’t a single wasted movement in her fighting style—clean and decisive, like a killing machine calibrated with precision.

But then again, she wasn’t a machine.

“The forty-seventh.” Zhu Yan stopped beside the armored vehicle and raised her wrist to glance at the blue runes flickering on the silver ring.

The Life Aura stored in the ring was still plentiful—enough to sustain her for another three or four battles.

“Chu Chen just sent word.” Lu Yuan shook the communicator in his hand. “The next coordinate is at the eastern foot of the Hailar Mountains, about twelve hundred kilometers from here. That Rift has heavier defenses—probably over three hundred troops, and there’s a seventh-rank early-stage Pureblood Dragon Clan member holding the fort.”

“When do we leave?”

“After we eat.” Lu Yuan pulled two boxes of military compressed rations from his pack and tossed one to her. “You’re not made of iron—you’ve been going for twelve straight hours.”

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Zhu Yan caught the ration and said nothing.

She sat down on a broken concrete slab beside the armored vehicle, tore open the packaging, and took a bite.

He chewed a couple of times, his brow furrowing.

“This stuff really tastes awful.”

“Then what did you eat back in the Capital troops?”

“The same compressed rations.” Zhu Yan chewed expressionlessly. “Just got used to it.”

Lu Yuan sat down beside her, keeping about an arm’s length of distance.

That distance was the safe range he’d summed up through trial and error over the past five days—one more half-step closer, and this woman would reflexively throw a punch.

“Speaking of which.” Lu Yuan chewed on his ration, tilting his head to look at her. “We’ve been working together pretty well these past five days.”

Zhu Yan didn’t respond.

Lu Yuan didn’t mind, continuing on his own.

“You handle the frontal push, I handle cutting off the backline and sniping the runners. Basically every Rift gets cleared within fifteen minutes. With this kind of efficiency, if the boss lady found out, she’d definitely praise us.”

“Cut the chatter.” Zhu Yan swallowed the food in her mouth. “Chu Chen said that spot in Hailar is a regional hub. Once we take it down, we can attack the Dragon Clan forces at three surrounding Rifts simultaneously, maximizing efficiency.”

“Look at you.” Lu Yuan clicked his tongue. “After a few days of talking with that quiet log Chu Chen, even your way of speaking’s been infected. What do you mean ‘maximizing efficiency’? Can’t you just talk like a normal person?”

Zhu Yan glanced at him.

“Maximizing efficiency is talking like a normal person.”

“…Fine then.”