CHAPTER 350: CHAPTER 2: REBELS, CULTISTS, MECHANICAL PRIEST (PART 2)

Duncan had been crawling through the underground ruins for a long time, now he desperately needed rest to recover his strength.

At this moment, within Duncan’s god’s perspective range, the majority of people were marked as ’civilians’, but there were also some other units marked, with rebels being one of them. About ten rooms away from him, there were also units marked as ’cultists’.

Even farther away, there were units marked as scavengers, mechanical priests, Wolf Gang thugs, and so on.

This damn place is really crowded with people!

If Duncan didn’t have a god’s perspective, he wouldn’t have known how chaotic this place was. With just a casual glance earlier, he estimated there were dozens of cultists spread throughout the building.

"Let me help you."

The woman returned to the room and pulled out a piece of wire, and with just a few fiddles, she picked open the door lock. She smugly waved the wire at Duncan, who looked slightly surprised, and raised her eyebrows, saying, "A bit of craftsmanship."

"Just find someone to replace the key tomorrow."

Duncan nodded slightly, thanked her softly, and was about to push the door to enter the room.

"Wait!"

The woman suddenly pressed against the door, directly confronting him. She was half a head taller than the third Human Form, nearly reaching a height of 1.8 meters, like a tall mare. As she pressed closer, her ample chest almost touched Duncan’s face, and a mixture of oil and perfume smell wafted over, giving a feeling like fermented hormones.

Her movements were very agile.

Instinctively, Duncan reached out to block, but her strength exceeded that of the boy. His palm was pressed against the swollen area, even touching the sweat that felt like oil. The woman didn’t mind, even leaned closer with a lowered voice saying, "Did you go underground?"

"What did you discover?"

After saying this, the woman with wine-red hair stared into Duncan’s eyes, seemingly wanting to observe his change in expression. She noticed the stains and oil marks on Duncan’s clothes, as if he climbed out of the underground pipes.

A fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, she had some confidence to probe a bit because she noticed the change in expression this boy had when he admired her figure from behind some time ago.

Going even more straightforwardly, the original owner looked at her figure filled with hormonal excitement but lacked the courage to approach.

This type of boy who lacked experience but held interest for her, would easily reveal with a little probing.

Yet, she didn’t see any sign of panic on Duncan’s face at this moment. Instead, this delicate boy slightly squinted his eyes, making her feel a thread of unease.

Duncan had seen it all.

He showed a deliberate facade of surprise, lowering his hand from her chest, silently reaching for his waist. During the phase of bloodline engraving transformation, he needed the power of firearms to protect himself.

He made a confused expression, "I don’t know what you’re talking about?"

The woman pushed further, pressure mounting and suppressing the boy before her. She felt something pressing against her waist; a decent face showed a slight smile. Ultimately, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, teasing a bit reveals a flaw. Her palm reached down, lowered her voice, and said, "Don’t try to deceive me."

"I saw you entering the underground passage."

The woman’s palm reached down and froze instantly. She did grasp a flaw, but it was a cold gun barrel.

At this moment, Duncan’s cold voice echoed, "What are you trying to do?"

The woman swallowed nervously, breathing slightly fast, wanting to retreat, but the door was shut by Duncan with a creak, leaving the inside pitch black.

Now she became the prey.

She had secretly observed this boy for a period.

The counterpart always behaved extremely naive and inexperienced, even deceived without realizing it. Today she seized the chance to probe, but didn’t expect that naive and inexperienced boy to disappear, this delicate young man behaving like a seasoned and ruthless hunter.

Duncan reversed the play, cornering her against the wall, the muzzle pressing against her chest, heart position, flattening the chest.

Two-star silver-gray.

This level was nothing to the first Human Form, merely a target to crush casually, yet to the newly acquired third Human Form, her threat remained considerable before the bloodline powers weren’t fully rebuilt.

In the Middle Ages, those with two-star silver-gray were veterans trained over twenty years and possessed some unique Combat Skills and Supernatural Ability.

The woman only got slightly flustered.

Her hand searched the wall, quickly a dim light emerged. Inside this barely ten-square-meter room, there was an incandescent lamp on the wall. She glanced at the dark muzzle, calmly saying, "If you fire here now."

"The patrolling guards and mechanical priests would be alerted, and we both would die."

Duncan remained unmoved, fingers still on the trigger, even lowered the muzzle, making the woman feel a sting in her ribs.

He said deeply, "What do you want?"

The woman initiating the conversation clearly desired something; Duncan hadn’t completely absorbed the memories, only having a vague impression of her.

She was a Mechanical Repairer.

One of the few with professional skills here, which was why her body carried the odor of machine oil.

The woman gazed at Duncan, her eyes slightly flickering, slowly saying, "You’re secretly excavating the underground ruins, am I right? I want to join you!"