Chapter 180 The Blood legion.

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The twins strode confidently into the armory, their steps unhurried as if they were walking into a park instead of one of the most secure locations on the ship. One of the white birds immediately floated down toward them, its beady, mechanical eyes scanning them. After a few seconds, it drifted over to Lyra and landed on her head, perching comfortably like a smug little hat.Nôv(el)B\\jnn Nyra burst out laughing the moment she saw the bird. "Heh, looks like they know who the real criminal is here," she teased, pointing at the bird sitting on Lyra's silver hair. Lyra rolled her eyes, her arms crossed as she huffed in annoyance. "Tsk, tsk, tsk," she said, shaking her finger in Nyra's face. "You've got it all wrong, my dearest sister. Clearly, the bird knows you're the criminal, and it's sitting on my head to keep an eye on you." Nyra grinned at her sister, leaning in dramatically. "You know what? That actually makes sense," she said, placing a hand over her heart in mock solemnity. "What can I say? I'm just a bad girl." She struck an overly theatrical pose, her crimson eyes gleaming mischievously. Lyra sighed, her expression caught between exasperation and amusement. "Yes, yes, you're the epitome of rebellion. Now let's hurry; I can't wait to see what Master left for us," she said while grabbing Nyra's arm and pulling her further into the armory. Inside the armory, rows upon rows of advanced weaponry and gear gleamed under the bright artificial lights. Everything was meticulously organized, from plasma rifles to explosive charges, melee weapons, and high-tech suits of armor. But at the center of the room, on a raised platform, was a sealed crate marked with Cleo's signature holographic seal. The twins approached the crate, their excitement evident. Nyra rubbed her hands together eagerly. "Ooooh, what do you think it is? A new set of weapons? Maybe some cool armor?" Lyra crouched in front of the crate while examining the seal. "Only one way to find out," she said, swiping her finger across the holographic interface. The seal glowed for a moment before dissipating with a soft hum. The crate hissed as it unlocked, the lid slowly sliding open to reveal its contents. Inside were two sleek, customized suits of combat armor, each designed with a perfect balance of beauty and lethality. The armor was black with crimson accents, adorned with faintly glowing runes that pulsed rhythmically like a heartbeat. Alongside the suits were matching weapons: two scythe-like energy blades for Nyra and a set of dual plasma pistols for Lyra. Nyra's jaw dropped, her eyes practically sparkling as she reached out to touch the armor. "Ohhh, look at this! It's beautiful!" she exclaimed, lifting one of the scythes with ease. The blade extended with a crackle of energy, its edges glowing a menacing red. Lyra, on the other hand, carefully picked up one of the plasma pistols, testing its weight in her hand. "This is... incredible," she said softly, her usually calm demeanor replaced with genuine awe. "Master really went all out this time." Nyra twirled the scythe experimentally, grinning as it hummed with deadly precision. "I'm in love," she declared dramatically. "This is so me." Lyra smirked before inspecting the armor more closely. "It's more than just stylish," she noted. "Look at these runes, they're not just for show. They're integrated with the armor's energy field. This is high-level tech, even for Cleo standards." Nyra glanced at the runs, her grin widening. "Hah! Figures Master would give us something this badass. She knows we're her favorites." "Don't let the others hear you say that," Lyra quipped, though her tone was light. "Take it back," Erik muttered, his voice barely audible but filled with quiet defiance. The girl's cruel smirk widened as she glanced at him. "Oh? I think the little slave is trying to say something," she mocked him, her tone dripping with fake curiosity. Another student chuckled darkly, leaning closer to Erik. "Oh really? What was that, slave? Let me get closer so I can hear it." He crouched down, his face inches from Erik's. "What did you say, huh? Speak up. Or maybe my translator doesn't understand slave language." Erik's trembling intensified, and he raised his voice, louder this time. "I SAID TAKE IT BACK!" His sudden shout startled the crowd momentarily, but only for a second. The student's expression twisted into one of anger and amusement. "Oh, so the slave thinks he can yell at me?" he growled. Without hesitation, he threw another punch, this one even harder than the first. Erik's head snapped back, and he collapsed onto the ground again, his cheekbone throbbing with pain. "Bad slave," the student sneered, kicking Erik in the ribs for good measure. Erik coughed as the air was knocked out of him, but he didn't cry out. The group around him erupted into laughter once more, their cruelty unrelenting. "This little piece of trash actually thinks he can talk back to someone like me? Can you guys believe it?" The student mocked Erik, spreading his arms theatrically as if putting on a show for the audience. "Hahaha, I know, right?" Another female student laughed, leaning against a nearby pillar. "Little Erik here really takes after his dad. Don't you think so, cutie?" The mocking laughter froze mid-air as a sudden voice, playful yet dripping with an edge of menace, cut through the air. "Don't you think so, cutie?" The voice repeated itself, coming from the staircase of the school building. All heads turned toward the source of the voice, and what they saw immediately silenced them. Standing at the top of the stairs were two figures, both undeniably striking and otherworldly in their presence. The first, a girl with flowing silver hair and glowing crimson eyes, leaned casually against the railing, her arms crossed as she surveyed the scene below. Her expression was playful, but there was a dangerous gleam in her eyes. Beside her stood an identical figure, her silver hair cascading down her back as she smirked at the group of students. She twirled a small, glowing knife between her fingers with casual ease, her crimson eyes locked onto the scene with unsettling focus. Their presence alone made the air grow heavier, and the students who had been laughing seconds ago now found themselves frozen, unsure of what to say or do. Nyra tilted her head, her smirk widening as her glowing eyes scanned the bullies. "Well, well," she said with her tone light and teasing. "Seems like you all were having fun. But now you've gone and ruined our day. Tsk, tsk. Isn't that right, Lyra?"

Chapter 180 The Blood legion.

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