Wasteland Border Inspector - Chapter 683

Chapter 683: Chapter 231: Blocking Contamination, the First Rune!

Unknowingly, his body had quietly surpassed three meters, standing in the cave like a moving pillar.

The white pollution wave belonging to the Ten Thousand Orders Land Conch above his head seemed to realize it was futile against him and dispersed after hovering for a moment.

Only the Demon Eye Sponge remained undeterred, still marking him invisibly, guiding the Crab-men to pursue, yet not posing any real threat.

Buzz…

Buzz…

The runes on the surface of the Battle Armor began to flicker frequently, the previously blurred outlines gradually becoming clear.

The strokes in the lower right corner, lower left corner, upper right corner, and upper left corner were increasingly filled with energy, the shape of the runes slowly focusing into a complex pattern with a hint of blood-red veins.

Cheng Ye could clearly feel the deepening connection with Tan Ming, even faintly touching an invisible boundary.

And this boundary, as his height soared to three and a half meters, finally broke open.

Boom.

It was as if a thunderclap exploded in his mind, right at the moment the last stroke of the Battle Armor’s rune was filled.

Cheng Ye abruptly looked up, countless illusory scenes suddenly unfolding before his eyes:

He saw ordinary blood-red figures crouching on the ground, frantically absorbing vitality, yet being besieged by Crab-men.

He saw a skinny monkey-like figure darting through the forest, arms sweeping like a Sword Saint’s storm, causing the Crab-men to repeatedly retreat.

He even followed a four-meter-tall burly figure, experiencing the dull sensation of descending from the sky and crushing a Crab Fusion Body with a single sit.

“This is…”

Cheng Ye exclaimed in surprise, instinctively focusing his gaze on the two ordinary blood-red figures besieged by more than a dozen Crab-men in the images.

The next moment, the other images faded away instantly, and a mysterious “sense of control” surged into his heart.

He tried to direct one of the figures to take two steps back, and to his surprise, it nimbly retreated, narrowly avoiding the Crab-men’s descending pincers.

Immediately, he controlled the figure to leap up high and kick towards the Crab-man’s head behind it.

The Crab-man, evidently not expecting the “target” to suddenly resist, took a solid kick, its head craned to one side, dark green fluid oozing from its mouth.

“I can actually control it?”

Cheng Ye was completely shocked. As the connection intensified, he even felt as if he had become the blood-red figure, the body control was astonishingly smooth and unhindered.

Moreover, it was only then he realized that these blood-red figures weren’t weak; their physical qualities surpassed ordinary Crab-men, simply lacking combat instincts, making them easily besieged.

Relying on remote control, in less than half a minute, all the besieging Crab-men were slain.

He attempted to sever the sense of control, and a clearer wave of connection suddenly came from above.

Cheng Ye looked up in astonishment at the ever-hovering red cloud high in the cave.

No way?

Could it be that Tan Ming turned himself into a “router,” being able to send and receive “signals” in the cave?

The previous control of the avatar felt like his consciousness first being transmitted to the red cloud, then relayed to the blood-red figures below, resembling remote assistance between computers.

“So it wasn’t the previously collected traits that were insufficient, but rather needing this complete rune as a receiver?”

Cheng Ye realized, unable to resist reaching towards the runes on the surface of the Battle Armor.

His fingertips touched no solid entity, not even a hint of feeling, yet a clear thought seemed etched into his mind.

Cheng Ye paused slightly, instinctively shifting his gaze, no longer staring at the completely manifested rune on the Battle Armor.

But strangely, even as his eyes moved away, the image of the rune in his mind did not blur or dissipate as before.

The direction of each line, the arc of each engraving, even the nearly imperceptible serrated traces on the rune’s edges, were all vividly printed in his deep memory, as if still right before his eyes.

This is…

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