There was an awkward silence in the bridge of the Iron Crystal Constellation.
In the silence, everyone looked at each other in shock. They saw a hundred thousand question marks rising above each other's heads. They could not help but tilt their heads, unable to understand.
What the hell?
What was going on?
What the hell was going on?
Why did the old hen turn into a duck in the time it took to write a report for the Ivory Tower?
Times changed too quickly. All the adults had the absurd feeling of seeing primitive people playing with nuclear weapons. They could not accept everything in front of them.
They could not react at all.
It could only be said that Huai Shi's actions were too fast, too ruthless, and too vicious. From the verge of chaos to everyone acting as if nothing had happened, only fifteen minutes had passed.
Fifteen minutes ago, everyone was still at daggers drawn and on the verge of a riot.
Fifteen minutes later, everyone was happily drinking the soup. They sat together like brothers and shared the beautiful friendship that had lasted for a long time.
It was still the same group of familiar actors, the same familiar venue, but the plot seemed to have taken the wrong script.
It shocked everyone for an entire year.
From the weak and easily bullied Si Jing to the fiery and fierce Feng Zao, the seamless operation made everyone's eyes pop out.
They originally thought that he had handed in a blank paper, but the exam was not over yet. How did he almost become a judge?
Until now, it had been less than three hours since the end of the summoning.
The originally restless and dangerous Hell had been tamed and put on the shackles of the Ivory Tower.
The traitorous ratmen who wanted to make money from both sides were ruthlessly dealt with by Huai Shi, and ended up as baits. Meanwhile, the arrogant and untamable Undead Army of Nagas obediently lowered their heads under the pressure of the situation, and tasted the bitter fruit of their carelessness. The Gargoyles who tried to slack off and play tricks also received a warning under the cruel method of killing the chicken to warn the monkey.
In the face of an everlasting friendship, the three groups of Hell, each with their own thoughts, were forcefully united into one place.
Then, before anyone could react.
Huai Shi drew his sword and said that war was coming.
So, the war came.
Even if it was so sudden.
In this pitch-black night where danger lurked everywhere, Huai Shi didn't even wait for the dusk of the second day to arrive before he issued his first order as a commander with the ferocity of the banquet.
Set off immediately, disregarding the curse of the night, and rush to the rescue of the isolated exploration team, and completely take down the sub-control device of hell.
If he ate too much, he had to go out to digest it.
To prevent any undue delay from causing more problems. “
After Huai Shi announced the plan, the entire hall once again ushered in a suffocating silence. Everyone looked at each other, feeling a burst of shock and uneasiness. However, due to Huai Shi's actions just now, they did not dare to directly oppose him.
After a short silence, the elder stood up and asked, "Sir, where is the rescue team?"
"Seven hundred kilometers away, in a complex industrial zone in the Village of Dusk, basement four. If they set off from here, they would arrive in about four hours. If everything goes well, we can have breakfast there after everything is over. "
The elder pondered for a moment and said, "If there is no light source, our tribe may not be able to maintain its state under the curse."
"That's easy, the light source has already been prepared for you."
On the track of the transmission track, four huge iron boxes had been transported to the right side of the hall. After the iron boxes were opened, hundreds of hanging wind lanterns that had just come down from the assembly line were revealed in front of the large group of hell.
"A total of 970 alchemy wind lanterns, filled with the Blessed Ointment is enough to support you for more than two hours. You don't have to worry about the curse."
Huai Shi said, "As for the rest of the time, you don't have to walk, there is a driver."
Following his words, outside the hall, a huge truck had quietly risen from the underground garage, lit up two blazing headlights, and pressed the horn twice.
Raymond, the designated driver in hell, was already in place.
The truck loaded with the precious depth balancer was enough to resist the erosion of hell in a short period of time, and after the alchemy modification and the changes of the border relics, the space in the cargo box of the giant truck had already expanded to the size of half a football field.
It was enough to accommodate all the movements of the army here.
Moreover, the largest gargoyles did not have to worry about the petrification curse at all, and did not need to occupy the internal space. All of this was prepared by the Abyss Ratmen and the Undead Snake Men.
It had already been arranged clearly.
At this point, what excuse did the respected elder have to refuse?
Under Huai Shi's gaze, the old Snake Man bowed. "As you command, Your Excellency."
"Then, what about the gargoyles?"
Huai Shi turned his head and looked at the row of huge bat-winged demons.
In silence, the leader of the gargoyles got up and saluted to Huai Shi.
"The war will come, Your Excellency," it said, "just as you wish."
Things were decided like this.
And when the bridge of the Iron Crystal Seat finally reacted, even the noisy ratmen had already lined up to get on the bus. Only a mess was left in the hall.
When Huai Shi was about to get on the bus, Andrea descended from the sky with the Red Dragon's Fire, a dazzling flame at his fingertips, and the flame wings slowly closed.
She landed beside him.
"Isn't it too risky?" She asked Huai Shi.
"It has to be risky."
Under the faint light of the wind lantern, Huai Shi glanced at the dark night in the distance. "We don't gamble, but the Ivy League has to. Since we can spy on their movements, they may not know nothing about us … Especially the existence of the branch control center, the sooner we have it in our hands, the better. "
"But your actions are too rash." Andrea conveyed the advice from the bridge. "At least you should bring the exploration team of the Iron Crystal Seat. If you are alone, there will always be accidents."
"No, the exploration team must all stay."
Huai Shi said, "After I leave, the Iron Crystal Seat will enter the highest alert, and be on guard against the attack of the Ivy League at any time. For the external forces, we will be enough for the time being.
This is also why I advocated for a large group of people. The safety of the Iron Crystal Seat is the most important thing to ensure. Otherwise, if we are attacked, we will have no way out. "
Obviously, his refusal was also expected by the bridge.
After Andrea nodded, he handed him something that looked like a remote control. "Bring this. You can use it to call for some long-range strike support. When necessary, you don't have to hide the location of the Iron Crystal Seat. "
"I will."
Huai Shi smiled slightly and put it in his pocket. He looked up and asked, "Is there anything else you want me to do?"
"No, I am an amateur. How can a scholar compare to the rich experience of a judge?"
Andrea looked behind him and said, "The Great Grandmaster said that you can do whatever you want. No matter what, it's better than showing an unpleasant face in front of him all day."
Huai Shi was stunned and raised his eyebrows.
"Am I annoying?"
"No one likes a lion sitting in a cage."
Andrea smiled and took a step back. He nodded and said goodbye. "Then, Mr. Chief, have a safe trip."
"Mm, okay."
Huai Shi retracted his gaze and stepped on the escalator to the front passenger seat.
The door closed.
He stared at the endless surging darkness outside the window and chuckled softly.
"Let's go," he said. "Let's go."
Accompanied by the low sound of the gargoyles' bat wings flapping in the air, the huge truck roared and charged into the deep night.
The blazing tail lights gradually went out.
It was as if the sun had sunk into the fog.
.
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After a long period of drowsiness and pain, Pan Delong opened his eyes and saw the pale ceiling of the ward. The life-support equipment was making rhythmic sounds.
"Who's there?" he asked.
On the opposite side of the bed, there was a man holding a helmet sitting on a chair.
He was wearing a thick protective suit. His face was old and his hair was gray, but his blue eyes were like gemstones. It was difficult to shift one's attention from them.
"Vice Principal, Michelle."
He said, "The doctor told me that you will wake up soon — you are slower than I expected."
"How long have I been asleep?" Pan Delong asked.
Michelle said, "Three days. You are recovering well, but it cost a lot of money."
Pan Delong laughed. "I thought money was not a problem."
"Money is not a problem, time is."
Michelle slowly got up and tossed the heavy helmet in his hand. The heavy sphere spun nimbly on his fingertips. He raised his head and told Pan Delong, "We have to take action now. Otherwise, we'll lose everything we've invested."
"Okay."
Pan Delong asked, "Is there anything you want me to do?"
"You will be in charge of the camp. The Colonel will come with me." Michelle said, "In short, you need to take charge of the daily work, and deal with the commissioners and accountants sent by the investors. If they are angry, let them be, but don't fall into the water or drown in the bathtub after drinking too much. "
Pan Delong slowly propped himself up. "I will."
Michelle nodded and turned to leave the ward.
After passing through a long passageway and moving forward deep underground, the elevator went straight up and finally arrived at the huge underground hall.
The Colonel was waiting there with a heavy box on his back, smoking quietly.
"Is everything ready?" Michelle asked.
"Twelve large groups, a total of more than four thousand hell creatures, ready for your command, sir."
The Colonel took off his hat and answered solemnly.
Just behind him, the lights hanging high in the sky lit up for the first time with a low sound, illuminating the hell formation that was sleeping in the darkness. The monsters from the abyss raised their scarlet eyes and waited for orders.
"Very good."
Michelle calmly looked at the abyss army that stretched as far as the eye could see. He raised his hand and put on the heavy helmet.
"Since the establishment of the school, one hundred and twenty years of unwillingness and patience, stepping on the hard work and effort of our ancestors, we have stepped on this thorny road."
In the quivering silence, a certain part of Michelle lit up with a blazing flame.
"This time, let's have a showdown with the Ivory Tower!"
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