After a long period of experience, Huai Shi had concluded an objective pattern — all the former members of the Utopia were more or less seriously ill.
Not to mention the seniors who had already passed away, those who were left behind were either a little or a lot of them.
And the problem was huge.
None of them were normal!
Including the non-staff member in front of him. When he mentioned that there was a show to watch, his eyes almost shone.
"Ahem, although we came here for fun, as a guide, I should still advise you to pay attention to your safety, be wise, and return home in time."
Seemingly aware of his gaffe, Odum coughed twice and tried to put on a very serious look. "I can provide a safe shortcut to help everyone return to the Present Realm. Don't worry, it won't be long. By this time tomorrow, you can have lunch in London …"
Although he said that, the abstract expression of the snail was already filled with an expectant look of 'don't go, don't go, please'.
As a poor, weak, and helpless snail, Odum had fallen into a difficult struggle. On one hand was fun, and on the other hand was duty. The snail was really unable to choose.
In the silence, he peeked at everyone's expressions. And everyone was also looking at Huai Shi.
It was time to make a choice.
But Huai Shi did not speak.
Just silence.
He suppressed the urge to sigh.
Sometimes, he would hate himself for becoming a tool, but sometimes, he could not help but want to become a carefree tool again.
At least he did not have to face the consequences of his choice.
If this was a game, he would have rolled up his sleeves and f * cked his mother.
But this was not something as trivial as a game. If they lost a team battle, everyone would restart at the resurrection point, and they would only lose a little money.
But in this place, which was 50 depths away from the Present Realm, once they lost, there would be no room for redemption.
Professor Anton, who had great trust in him, Gregory, who had returned to Hell after decades of herding sheep, Forster, who was originally living a peaceful life in the Iron Crystal, Raymond, and the Red Dragon, who were willing to sacrifice their lives for their companions …
If he rashly advanced, everyone might die because of their own choices.
But if they were to turn back just like that, where would their future and mission be?
"… Sorry, I want to give it a try."
Huai Shi sighed and told them, "If you want to vote on this, I won't stop you."
"I have no objections." Forster raised his hand while smoking.
"I'm fine with anything. Anyway, I'm herding sheep everywhere," Gregory said. "There's no difference."
"I … I still have loans to repay."
Before Raymond could finish, he coughed awkwardly. "Uh, I mean, if you don't mind another bad debt, I don't mind."
"Then let's do it."
Anton put down the stainless steel coffee cup and said slowly, "Where in the world would you run away with your tail between your legs before the enemy comes?"
"I'm already here." “
When he spoke, the old professor looked calm and tranquil like a retired engineer who was chatting with someone about where to go for a walk after supper.
He lowered his head and peeled the shells of the melon seeds. His wrinkled and speckled fingers were as steady as a lathe. He pinched the thin and fragile kernels out of the cracks and threw them into the coffee foam.
In the dense heat, the kernels floated silently and swirled with the undercurrent in the cup.
"It's time to make a decision, Huai Shi," Anton said. "This is your responsibility." “
So, in this long silence, Huai Shi let out a long breath and his expression gradually calmed down.
"Then let's move forward."
Raising his head, he addressed the crowd, "Everyone, please put the matter of luck to the back of your mind. There is no need to consider any path of retreat or stability.
Because I will put everything I have on the gambling table, including the lives of all of you here.
No matter what happens, no matter how many enemies there are, our plan will not change, and our destination will not waver.
If anyone tries to stop us, we'll crush their bones and bunkers together. "
As if he could see the endless enemies in the distance, Huai Shi announced softly, "If hell wants to be our enemy, then we will fight to the death with hell —"
No one said anything.
Only four of them raised their hands and calmly seconded the motion.
From the moment they left the Present Realm, no, from the moment they accepted this mission, they didn't think about retreating.
Either they succeeded and regain the afterglow of the past, or they died without a burial place and quietly disappeared in a corner.
No matter which result was waiting for him in the future, Huai Shi would gladly endure it.
"This is my answer to you, Mr. Odum."
Huai Shi said to the snail, "Next, it's your turn to fulfill your duty. I hope we can all fulfill our mission."
"Of course! Of course! "
The water embroidered snail waved its tentacles in ecstasy. It did not care about the hint of ridicule in Huai Shi's words at all. Instead, it became even more excited. "I really didn't misjudge you, Mr. Huai Shi! I can be sure that you are definitely a pillar of Celestial genealogy! "
Huai Shi was amused. "Is being good at courting death also considered a pillar?"
"I don't know about other genealogies, but in Celestial genealogy, isn't this a great advantage?"
In Odum's opinion, Huai Shi's behavior was definitely the most upright in the Republic. He might even be more upright than Russell!
Wasn't that the group of guys who killed their way into the Abyss back then like this?
As long as they could not die, they would do it!
They did not even blink when fighting with enemies dozens of times their own. They dug up the graves of rulers and blew up the ruins from dozens of eras ago. After blowing up and digging up, they even had to press the guys who came knocking on their door to the ground and rub them against the ground.
It was either you die, or you die, or you die!
They did not know how to compromise, avoid, or back down. For the sake of their own heaven, they did not hesitate to create more hells in hell.
It even made the monsters begin to doubt who the real monster was.
This was the so-called Republic …
After so many years, Odum finally understood this familiar feeling again. He was so excited that his eyes were almost filled with tears.
He was extremely glad that he had made the decision and foresight back then.
Sure enough, no matter how boring it was, as long as it was related to the Republic, it would instantly become full of fun!
At the thought of being able to sit in the VIP seat and witness everything from the beginning to the end, Odum trembled with excitement. His appetite increased, and he even ate one or two more dishes.
The degree of deliciousness had greatly increased!
"Then, according to the contract, I will wholeheartedly provide all the services I can to all of you." Odum waved his tentacles as if he was bowing to the guests. "Until the end of the mission or the end of death."
"You don't have to say anything boring."
Huai Shi asked directly, "Where is my enemy?"
"Based on the current situation, in about two days, no, in one day, you will encounter the army of Blessed Land. But before that, in order to delay your advance, the Corrupt Order that is closest to Blessed Land has already mobilized a few of their armies to repair a new gate at the key entrance of Hell."
Odum slowly moved on the table, the heavy metal in his body leaving a mercury-like trail wherever it passed, outlining the specific depth distribution map.
It highlighted the city gates that were constantly being surrounded by enemies.
"If I'm not wrong, they will delay you here at all costs and wait for the main force to arrive. When the time comes, they will capture you in one fell swoop."
"As for the closest … …"
Its abstract expression became particularly subtle as it stopped in front of a city gate on the map. "If you maintain this speed, you will see them in about half an hour."
"Then should I congratulate them?"
Huai Shi looked out of the bridge at the gray storm that covered everything, full of anticipation. "After all, the prey is already in front of us."
In the violent storm, a high-pitched cry burst forth.
In the terrifying wind formed by endless dust and stone fragments, dozens of dazzling lights appeared. The pitch-black Sun Ship used all its strength to prop up a deflection shield, crushing the ground and moving forward.
Tearing through the storm, breaking through the barrier, they no longer concealed any traces of their movements.
The surging waves of Origin Substance were like the fission in a furnace, radiating in all directions.
Accelerate!
In the huge space below the deck, accompanied by the continuous sound of metal scraping, the silent Nagas opened their arms, and with the help of mechanical arms, put on heavy armor and pulled down their masks.
Behind the goggles, their eyes were cold and gloomy, revealing the light of killing intent.
They were ready to go.
Compared to the silence here, the workshop behind them rumbled endlessly. Under the shouts of the shamans, huge lizard beasts walked on the transmission pedals, following the tracks that were like an assembly line, disappearing into the heavy doors and darkness.
The sharp sound did not stop.
Measuring, stamping, cutting, assembling, welding, loading and fitting … … In a short three minutes, the heavy steel that ordinary bodies could not bear covered their bodies.
They were armed from the tail to the tip of the claws, and even the back with exaggerated heavy cannons!
The armor formed by the curse crystal alloy covered every inch of their skin, and the secret instrument from the primordial curse stimulated the most violent bestial nature, causing them to spit out blazing white mist from their mouths and noses. They felt unprecedented hunger and excitement, and they did not fear injury or death!
The shamans walked between the arrays, waving the poisonous branches in their hands, loudly singing praises of the Eternal Ring, and sprinkling the blessed dew.
In a short fifteen minutes, the Sun Ship that advanced at full speed had already crossed the hell in front of them, breaking through the eternal storm.
In the rumbling sound, the earth trembled.
At the city gate at the end of hell, the alarm had just sounded. On the bloody bone wall, the dazed hell creatures raised their heads and screamed.
The slave workers who were building the wall under the whip froze in place, not even noticing the loosening of the suspension ropes and the pressure of the boulders.
Soon, the sound of a bugle horn rang out. The smooth flow continued to cover the city wall, causing the gloomy white bone wall to shine brighter than gold and iron.
Not only that, but cold light pillars rose from the ground like a cage, blocking the path in the air.
When the boiling molten iron poured on the huge door that was dozens of meters tall, the final path was completely sealed.
More and more boulders were piled up behind the door, desperately reinforcing the tortoise shell.
They did not expect any achievements, nor did they intend to obtain any gains in the war. The group leaders guarding here made the wisest choice the moment they saw the Sun Ship.
"Send the message! Send the message immediately! "
The ghoul warlord turned his head and roared at the shaman, "Tell them that the people who appeared are here!"
There was no need to fight. As long as they sent a message, there would be six legions supporting them at any time. Moreover, there would be a reward from the Holy Lord later...
How could there be such a good thing in the world?
The warlord rubbed his hands in ecstasy. This was a big win!
.
"This scale... is a bit of a loss."
On the bow deck of the Sun Ship, Huai Shi looked into the distance, estimating the number of enemies in the city and sighing regretfully.
It was not worth it.
Behind him, the venerable elder knelt on one knee and solemnly swore, "Before sunset, I will take this place for you!"
Huai Shi smiled and waved his hand slightly. "No need to be nervous, venerable elder. The sun will not set here today, just do as you please."
"But before that..."
He paused and softly said, "Let us light up the sun first."
Following his words, the Sun Ship roared loudly, and a huge power burst out from the furnace of the engine, pushing the steel structure to slowly move.
Sparks shot out from the joints of the steel.
On the hull of the ship, the scalp-numbing cannon slowly lifted up and aimed at the city pass in the distance.
Level two drive, Origin Substance filled.
The process of qualitative change was activated.
Then, with a thunderous heartbeat, Raymond, who was wrapped in countless cables, opened his eyes. His eyes shot out the same electric light as the cannon.
Sun Ship Battle Main Cannon: Tears of Isis.
Fire!
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