Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 497: 324. Snapping fingers and disappearing floor

Three kilometers away on a rooftop.

March adjusted her cloak, which had been disheveled by the wind. The wind was so strong that even the crow on her shoulder was struggling to keep stable, clinging desperately to the linen fabric to prevent itself from being blown away.

“With such strong winds, and within 2600 meters, not a shot will miss. If this kind of sniper exists in this world, the Tribunal will likely be very busy,” March continued.

Her implication was clear: many transcendent beings would die under sniper fire.

Upon hearing this, Li Dongze suddenly asked, “You’re not thinking of containing him, are you?”

March looked at him calmly, “The Tribunal has its own principles. We only contain transcendent beings who are dying of old age, or are already dead.”

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“Since when was this principle established?” Li Dongze asked.

“I don’t know from which generation,” March replied, “but I find this principle quite good. It clearly defines what we should and should not contain. Without this principle, the Tribunal could arbitrarily contain any transcendent beings as it pleases. If you steal my resources, I could pretend to be just in containing you, if you take my fame, I could also pretend to be just in containing you.”

“The Tribunal exists for the continuation of mankind and to curb the growth rate of the Taboo Land. The crows also adhere to their beliefs, doing what we consider right. Without this principle, the Tribunal would be tainted by worldly fame and fortune, and the faith of every crow would no longer be pure.”

People named the members of the Tribunal as Crows, and they themselves accepted this title.

In the Tribunal, there are very strict criteria for containment. Individuals on the verge of old age death must receive a judgment from a Taboo, and then they are subject to surveillance and containment by the Tribunal, awaiting natural death.

Thus, strictly speaking, what the Crows contain are already dead beings.

Because of this, there’s the strange phenomenon where battles occur, with the Tribunal walking among them, yet they are not attacked.

For the Crows have their principles.

In fact, if the Tribunal didn’t exist, perhaps over a dozen cities including the 18th City, 1st City, and 7th City would have already become Taboo Lands.

March looked at Li Dongze, “From your reaction, I always feel that you might know the sniper.”

“I don’t,” Li Dongze shook his head.

“Understood, you’re not very good at lying in front of me, just like before. Rest assured, I will keep it a secret. The Tribunal has too many secrets, one more won’t hurt,” March said indifferently, “So, is he someone whose identity you need to protect, perhaps the next successor of a Knight?”

“I told you I don’t know him,” Li Dongze raised his eyebrows, then pulled out his pocket watch.

“No need to change the subject now, it will rain tomorrow,” March said, looking again towards Jinmao Tower, without bringing up Qing Chen’s identity again, “The sniper still has his limits; those B-Class Genetic Warriors with no sniper protection will likely do as Li Changqing did before, constantly dodging the trajectory. Under such circumstances, trying to hit them is very likely to accidentally injure Li Changqing, after all, at 2000 meters distance it takes two seconds for a bullet to reach its target, even for someone very skilled in calculations, it’s impossible to predict where a B-Class Expert will be in two seconds.”

Previously, the reason Jindai family’s sniper could open fire was because eight experts confined Li Changqing’s movements within a very small range, using coordinated techniques.

But Li Changqing was alone and could not lock down the battle zone.

Just as March said.

After killing all the snipers, Qing Chen aimed his gun at the battlefield.

He attempted to continue sniping the B-Class Genetic Warriors, but by then all B-Class Genetic Warriors had begun dodging the bullets, moving swiftly.

They kept changing their positions, even if it meant missing opportunities to attack Li Changqing.

Qing Chen, aiming to hit them without mistakenly hurting Li Changqing, nearly faced the impossible.

“What do you think he’ll do? The sniper is in an awkward position now. The distance he chose indeed offers him a great advantage; he can hit others without them being able to hit him, but such a long range causes the trajectory to elongate too much,” Li Dongze analyzed calmly.

“How would I know, I’ve never been a sniper,” March replied while smoothing the feathers of the Six-eyed crow on her shoulder.

But at that moment, Qing Chen didn’t aim at the battlefield anymore; instead, he raised his gun as if to snipe the stars in the sky.

He mechanically pulled the trigger repeatedly, letting the bullets fly into the unknown high skies.

Seeing this, March sighed, “Not only is he a precise shooter, but he’s also smart. This time, it’s enough for Li Changqing to turn the tables.”

A sniper in the battlefield doesn’t need to hit with every shot to still be a threat—his mere presence, making others aware he is still there, is a threat in itself.

In the battlefield, no one could be sure if they were the next second’s target, only able to keep moving fast, missing one combat opportunity after another.

The sound of the sniper rifle was like the Sword of Damocles hanging over each enemy’s head, with no one knowing when it would fall.

And the reason March said this with a sigh was because she knew, more transcendent beings would die at the hands of this sniper.

Soon, the young Crows will have to work overtime.