Chapter 1142: Chapter 446: All Talk, No Action
Ti goes back to two minutes ago.
In the central plaza area of the underground base, Yang Ming stood in a corner of the plaza holding the hilt of two light swords, gazing slightly absentmindedly at a broken wall.
The plaza was very spacious, with no problem accommodating ten thousand people gathering, and the ceiling had a glowing do. Everywhere were blast marks from fierce battles, and hundreds, nearly a thousand, mutilated bodies of terrorists were left scattered around.
Clearly, Yang Ming had just fought a quick elimination battle here, wiping out the combat forces stationed by the organization on the middle level.
Yang Ming’s military uniform was stained with so blood, and his military boots had been dyed dark red.
At this mont, on the level he was on, apart from the non-combatants hiding in various building facilities, there were no more enemies.
He was pondering a question.
These non-combatants, to kill or not to kill.
This question Boss Yang had never thought about before, because terrorists were just terrorists; when they created panic and massacred civilians, the butcher’s knife was aid at those innocent civilians.
Every mber of the organization was a component of that butcher’s knife.
‘This is the self-restraint of moral sense, I suppose.’
Yang Ming had already made a decision in his heart.
He picked up the light sword hilt, clicked a few chanical buttons, and muttered, “Who said chanical switches are the most reliable, doesn’t this one also break?”
His voice clearly reached the ears of the high-ranking generals in the Empire Military Departnt’s virtual eting room.
Although Yang Ming’s remark was just a simple gripe, when it fell into the ears of those old n with only their brains not yet atrophied, it seed to carry several layers of aning.
Next, in the projection screen of the virtual eting room, the image first shook twice, then spun around.
The face of Hanton, the White Ghost, appeared before the generals.
——Yang Ming took off his helt, placed it on a broken wall, and stepped back two steps.
The generals originally thought that the White Ghost would take the opportunity to say sothing.
But Yang Ming said nothing, he rely retreated to a sufficient distance, took a deep breath, and his body slowly began to levitate.
The old generals of the military departnt held their breath and stared at Yang Ming’s figure.
The previous one-man encirclent and elimination of a thousand in a quick elimination battle had already left them deeply impressed by this attack on the terrorist organization, the hidden information behind it——the intelligence capabilities, penetration abilities, and unmatched singular combat abilities of the White Ghost.
Just these few points were enough to dispel the restless thoughts deep within the hearts of those generals who had previously intended to suppress the White Ghost due to apprehension towards him.
But at this mont, they had a premonition…
They sensed that they were about to witness so major event, so kind of ceremony today.
Yang Ming was once again enveloped by a red mbrane, which was pure and highly concentrated biological energy.
He slowly opened his arms, as if feeling sothing.
Discard suppression, release oneself.
‘Po Suo.’
Yang Ming called out in his heart.
He saw the starry sky again, where Po Suo, maintaining a youthful girl’s form, was curiously watching Yang Ming, as if asking with her eyes what Yang Ming needed her to do.
Yang Ming extended his right hand toward Po Suo, and without hesitation, Po Suo contributed her share of biological energy.
Yang Ming’s forehead appeared with scarlet lines.
The blood-red mbrane around him began to slowly expand.
This mbrane seed to beco a living thing, its originally smooth surface becoming uneven, with tendrils that seed almost tangible extending outward, like a sun with hair, or an individual celled creature magnified countless tis.
The generals could vaguely see the White Ghost suspended within the scarlet mbrane, arms extended horizontally.
“Ancient Gods.”
Admiral Thomas said in a deep voice.
The quiet virtual eting room imdiately had so discussion.
“Is this the fully-ford Ancient God Life Form?”
“One can only say it is closer.”
“Based on the data we have, not all Ancient Gods look like this. A characteristic of Ancient God Life Forms is disorderly chaos, and their appearances are not set.”
“Generally speaking, the more standardized and regular the appearance of the Ancient Gods, the higher their threat level.”
“This Ancient God…I an, the Ancient God Life Form simulated by the Ghost Duke is already very close to those recorded powerful true Ancient God entities, those terrifying creatures capable of destroying fleets.”
The discussion suddenly stopped.
Nothing else, they heard a faint chirping sound.
Gu gu wu——
The deep space whale song.
Next, for the first ti, the live broadcast picture in the virtual eting room switched the shooting equipnt, changing from Yang Ming’s helt perspective to the surveillance perspective inside the base, with fras flashing continuously.
Figures in all parts of the underground base, regardless of gender, young or old, left their original positions, eyes vacant, expressions wooden, moving towards the elevator passageways both up and down.
Groups of humans began to converge towards the indoor plaza where Yang Ming was located.
They seed like pilgrims on a pilgrimage.
The well-equipped guards let go of their weapons;
n and won erging from the research area were still holding so experintal equipnt;
The senior personnel of the Shaven Freedom Organization coming out from the lowest level of the base mingled in the crowd, constantly moving their steps forward.
The first batch of elevators reached the middle level, and hundreds of humans stepped onto the central plaza, gazing at the seemingly real Ancient God Life Form, their bodies uncontrollably moving toward the corner.
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