Although the former Domingo military district was very affluent, things were different now.
The Elijah Army, single-handedly contending with the entire Northern Alliance and the Edemy military, caused resource shortages, and reserves gradually ran dry.
Therefore, Envy requested headquarters' support at this time.
As for why the Avengers unit wasn't dispatched.
Firstly, the Avengers unit had limited numbers, and due to the Avengers' special nature, they were all meant to be vanguards in the Dark Continent.
"Aren't we going down?"
On the aircraft, Julius looked at the battlefield on the screen and asked casually.
"No, this is a good opportunity to observe the effects of the Albert exoskeleton armor."
King Bradley said in a deep voice. This support was also a test for the Albert powered exoskeleton.
"Can we wear these too?"
Andres asked with a grin. He was quite interested in this powered exoskeleton.
"The Albert powered exoskeleton is specifically designed for Nen users like you," King Bradley replied.
The Alpha powered armor had significant limitations for certain Nen users.
But the Albert powered exoskeleton was an optimized version of the Alpha powered armor.
At this moment, on the battlefield below.
The Elijah Army soldiers were still collecting firearms and ammunition, while the Captain kept a close eye on the Albert Team.
He didn't know what secret communication these monsters, clad in cold metal shells, had engaged in, but as one of his subordinates reported the casualties, the ten power armors on that side began to advance directly deep into the enemy's position.
And the two powered exoskeletons, which had shown no action from beginning to end, followed behind them.
From their walking posture, there was no trace of the terrifying appearance they had just moments ago, when they instantly wiped out hundreds of soldiers.
The Albert Research Team, composed of ten power armors and two powered exoskeletons, slowly advanced across the battlefield, as if strolling through a forest.
Clarence Rain Forest, Headquarters [Abyss].
A-39F was the prison within the entire [Abyss] base, and also the most heavily guarded area apart from Sector S.
"Bang, bang, bang..."
When Illumi arrived at the prison through the tunnel, stepping on the metal floor, Gōsukē Tenjin, dressed in a white uniform, was barefoot, practicing some martial art.
With each step, the ground trembled slightly.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Gōsukē Tenjin's fists and elbows continuously changed, his moves shifting and flowing. His fists shot out like arrows, but managed to keep their force contained internally, collapsing and retracting as he punched, swaying and feinting.
He stomped his foot, leaped forward, as if riding a black horse, thrusting out an explosive spear, tearing through the air and creating a loud boom.
"Thud!"
This punch even created an invisible ripple in the air in front of him.
"Clap, clap, clap..."
Gōsukē Tenjin, just about to rest, suddenly heard applause. He turned around and saw Illumi standing outside the glass.
"I once fought a Baguazhang user, but that person, compared to you, is like comparing clouds to mud."
Illumi put his clapping hands behind his back, taking a light step forward. The prison door opened with a "creak," and he slowly walked in.
"Whoosh!"
As soon as Illumi stepped into the prison, a figure radiating intense killing intent suddenly appeared before him.
Its eyes were bloodshot, and its entire body surged with killing intent like a tide.
In Illumi's eyes, Gōsukē Tenjin at this moment was enveloped in a dense and profound dark, sinister Nen, like a demon unleashed from its cage.
"Die!"
Red light emanated from the demon's eyes. A hand-blade, wrapped in a large amount of Nen, struck downwards from above, carrying an momentum that threatened to cleave him in two.
"Bang!"
With an explosive sound, Gōsukē Tenjin, who was about to strike down with a hand-blade, suddenly bent and hunched over, his mouth agape, eyes wide. His body spun around his abdomen as he shot backward like a black streaking light.
"Boom!"
His body, shooting backward, crashed violently into the metal wall, causing a fierce tremor.
Before he could even recover, a pitch-black figure suddenly appeared, pressing a palm to his face and, with a "rumble," slammed him against the metal wall.
The one-meter-thick wall, constructed of Mana Alloy, was actually dented into a deep crater by this single blow.
"Ungrateful."
Illumi's expression was cold. He retracted his palm from Gōsukē Tenjin's face, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, and slowly wiped the fresh blood from his palm. He then turned and sat on the only white wooden chair in the prison room.
"Thump."
Gōsukē Tenjin, like a piece of modern art stuck to the wall, struggled and fell to the ground. He raised his bloodied face, glaring at Illumi with hatred in his eyes.
"It seems you're doing well here, still having time to think about revenge."
Illumi completely ignored his gaze, put the blood-wiped handkerchief back into his pocket, and looked at Gōsukē Tenjin with interest.
"You know, you've contributed a lot to our human life engineering project."
"The doctors cherish you very much."
"That strike I just made must have caused the doctors a fair bit of heartache."
"Of course, it's your body they're heartbroken over, not you as a person."
"Because your body is a valuable asset to the organization."
Gōsukē Tenjin's already wide eyes widened further upon hearing this, and he abruptly rose to launch an attack.
"Cough..."
Suddenly, a mouthful of fresh blood coughed out from his body. As he took a step forward, he stumbled, and with a "thud," he fell face down onto the ground.
Gōsukē Tenjin, sprawled on the ground, painfully lifted his head, his eyes bloodshot, wanting to see Illumi's face, but could only see his legs.
"Damn it...!"
Gōsukē Tenjin hated it.
He hated, he hated this person, he hated this organization, but most of all, he hated his own powerlessness.
Every day he spent here was an torment.
The people here didn't treat him as human; they only treated him as a test subject, a finished test subject.
Those white-coated scientists, no, they should be called devils, tied him to the operating table every day, performing various human experiments, injecting him with various concoctions.
Every time he woke up, he felt as if he were in hell.
"My apologies, I overdid it a little just now."
Illumi clasped his hands on his thighs, looking down at him from above, and chuckled.
"You... will get your retribution eventually."
Gōsukē Tenjin kept his bloodshot eyes open, breathing heavily.
"Retribution is the privilege of the weak." Illumi's lips curled into a smile. "There's a place in the island nation, with beautiful scenery and simple villagers."
"Every year at the end of March, the cherry blossoms there bloom like stars in the sky, and petals flutter down from the branches like snowflakes."
Gōsukē Tenjin frowned. He didn't know what Illumi's intention was in saying these words for no reason.
"There's a mountain there, and on the mountain, there's a temple said to have existed for three hundred and eighty-seven years."
As soon as he said this, Gōsukē Tenjin abruptly raised his head, his angry eyes meeting Illumi's smiling ones, a faint trickle of blood appearing from the corner of his mouth.
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