1200: Chapter 1200: The Small Warehouse of The Order Church (Large Chapter for Monthly Tickets) 1200: Chapter 1200: The Small Warehouse of The Order Church (Large Chapter for Monthly Tickets) The chas outside the city finally charged to the gates at this mont, but it seed to be too late.
Bang——
Just as the gates were about to close, Smot extended his hand and held the gates.
“Ah!——”
He let out a fierce scream, his muscles bulging, instantly tearing through his officer uniform, with bright red blood flowing under his skin.
What Suote can do, I can’t do?!
Boom——
The gates trembled slightly but continued to slowly close.
“Ah!——”
No matter how flushed his face beca, he couldn’t stop the gates from closing.
The closing gates even crushed his hand, threatening to crush his blood and flesh along with it.
Behind him, the channels on the city walls opened, and line after line of pure white Blazing Angel chas rapidly charged from the walls toward his position.
Bang——
But just as the gates continued to close, the pitch-black chas outside the city finally braved the gunfire and rushed to the outer gates.
They crashed into the gates, pushing with all their strength, as countless thrusters spewed out surging flas.
Ka——
The gradually closing gates finally stopped moving completely, and then they were pushed open slowly to both sides.
The Blazing Angel chas standing in mid-air accelerated to their fastest speed, flying toward this direction, but it seed already too late.
Smot grabbed both sides of the gates, exerting force together with the outside chas, pulling the gates apart to both sides.
Soon, the gates opened again to form a larger gap, then the gap turned into an opening wide enough for a person to pass through sideways.
A slight smile traced Smot’s cheeks, but he didn’t turn to taunt, instead stepping forward, ready to pass through the gap.
But a figure moved faster than him.
A red light almost instantly appeared above Smot’s head, and then the red light figure stepped on Smot’s head, rushing out from the gap.
Smot, who was holding the gates, trembled from the stomp, almost losing his grip on the gates.
He looked forward, seeing the red figure with a body that had sowhat mutated and an aged face, quickly saying, “Weiken——help ——”
However, the aged figure only gazed at him calmly, drew a small knife flashing with red light, and stabbed toward his heart.
The blade tip almost instantly pierced through Smot’s skin, causing him to imdiately retreat, releasing his grip on the gates to dodge the deadly strike.
Simultaneously, the Blazing Angel chas on the city walls also rushed forward, striking the Hell Apostle chas trying to push the gates.
chas burned in flas, and the force pushing the gates quickly diminished.
The gates that were pushed open started to close rapidly in a rebound action.
The red light figure stood outside the gates, playing with the small knife in hand as it watched Smot with eyes full of uncertainty, raspily laughing,
“I’ve long had enough of you arrogant fools ordering around.
I know you pride yourself on your noble bloodline, look down on everyone else, and disregard the lives of those around you.
Now, you should taste the feeling of being ‘abandoned.’
Then, it looked up at the Blazing Angel chas quickly approaching inside the gates, leaped back, and disappeared amidst the artillery fire outside the city.
Bang——
The massive city gate closed with a thundering boom.
Smot dumbly gazed at all this and turned around.
Behind him, Blazing Angel chas densely hovered in the sky, almost blocking out the sunlight.
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Minte City’s Northern Mountains
In the quiet mountain forest, a makeshift chanical camp was surrounded by wind and snow.
The blood from the sky grew heavier, with soldiers clad in exoskeleton armor patrolling everywhere within the camp.
In front of the camp was an open platform built above the ground, where uneven areas of the terrain were flattened with chanical skeletons.
The white snow covered the mountains, snowflakes danced in the air, but the gigantic platform remained clean and tidy, with a large trace that resembled the shape of a seashell.
Around the periter of the platform, so mobile chanical arms stood, seemingly like so sort of maintenance equipnt.
A huge object had once stood here, undergoing simple maintenance and repairs.
So soldiers in exoskeleton armor were currently walking at the edge of the platform, gazing over the wide platform ahead, raising their heads to look toward beyond the mountains.
A loud rumbling sound was coming from the land there, as if sothing gigantic was exploding.
The West rcenary Group was attacking a city for the first ti, yet the rcenaries never doubted their rcenary group’s strength.
The heavy city gates and the armor of the Exotic Beast tower were no different; given enough ti, they would eventually be able to pry open that tortoise shell.
Light-hearted chatter echoed within the communication channels, as patrolling sentries andered lazily around their set trajectories.
The sentry who looked up listened to the sounds for a while; the distant sounds seed to have quieted sowhat, as if the battle was nearing its end.
“Maybe the city gates have opened.”
Soone laughed in the communication channel.
The sentry standing by the platform’s edge didn’t reply, he slowly lowered his head, preparing to withdraw his gaze.
Just in that instant, dense small dots appeared at the end of his field of view.
His movents paused slightly, focusing on the front.
Soon, the small dots rapidly enlarged in his sight, transforming into Blazing Angel chas.
Are they the Hell Apostle chas with snow camouflage?
After a brief shock, the sentry quickly responded.
They’re Blazing Angels!
They’re the City Defense Army’s chas!
At this mont, those speeding chas were practically right in front of them.
“Enemy attack!!!”
A sharp shout and ear-piercing alarm resounded through all the communication devices at that mont.
The slightly relaxed armored troops around reacted with the fastest speed, and the sentry at the front raised a machine gun, without hesitation, firing at the closest black and white cha.
But at that mont, the cha squadron was already very close.
Buzz——
A sharp light swept through the sky, slicing the foremost sentry cha in half.
The black and white cha charged into the camp, with fierce gunfire erupting from the cha group behind.
Soon, this black and white cha reached the deepest part of the camp, before a majestic ‘palace’ that didn’t even look like a ‘camp’, appearing to have at least a dozen rooms.
The cockpit of the cha opened, and He Ao, strapped with a blood blade, jumped from the air, landing in the snowy ground before the palace.
Simultaneously, a Blazing Angel cha also broke through the camp’s anti-aircraft fire and landed beside the black and white cha.
The cockpit door of this cha opened, and a long rope dropped down.
Short-haired Xiya quickly slid down the rope, landing beside He Ao.
“A foldable mobile luxury villa, the people of West Iron and Steel really know how to enjoy themselves.”
She looked up at the luxurious house in front of her, observing.
“This should be the residence of their Captain.”
He Ao took one step forward, instantly arriving at the palace door, pushing it open.
“Who are you?”
The Exoskeleton Armor Guards defending this ‘palace’ finally reacted to the sudden change, quickly surrounding them, firing their guns at the two.
Xiya glanced at these ordinary guards, pulled a baton from her waist, and remotely activated cannons on the cha, aiming at these guards.
Bang bang bang——
Under the fierce cover of firepower, she quickly took down these guards and approached the palace door.
As the last guard fell before her, she looked back at the chas behind her.
Not sure if it was just an illusion, she felt that the chas Mr.
Suote arranged for them were too ‘agile’, almost as if they were alive.
However, she didn’t have ti to dwell on these thoughts; she looked up at the ch squad swiftly suppressing the camp soldiers outside, those chas perford heroically like seasoned elite pilots from years of training.
If these chas weren’t so ‘agile’, they wouldn’t have been able to display such combat strength.
She withdrew her gaze, looking into the palace, only to find ‘Mr.
Suote’ already vanished deep within the palace.
She hurriedly chased after.
Fortunately, Suote had not erased traces of his movents; by following the ice crystals on the floor fallen from shoes, she quickly found a room with an open door in the deepest part of the palace.
Then, dense shelves appeared before her eyes.
Each shelf was lined with various boxes.
The walls of the room flickered with dense and orderly patterns, so kind of intangible force spread throughout the room.
It was as if it were so kind of invisible ‘doctrine’, almost as if a soul-guided instruction, directing her toward order, integrating into order, rging with order.
Xiya felt as though her life and soul were descending into serenity, heading towards eventual salvation.
“Snap out of it.”
But at that instant, a calm voice awakened her consciousness.
“Huh?”
She blinked back to reality, looking around.
At this mont, ‘Suote’ stood beside her, and the luminous patterns on the walls had extinguished at so point, several bright red slash marks cleaving through the patterns, breaking the designs into pieces.
“Mr.
Suote,”
She stood at the room’s entrance, turned her head to look at He Ao beside her, “What is this exactly?”
“Part of the stuff from the Order Church Warehouse,”
He Ao glanced at the shelves inside the room, “everything here carries so contamination from the God of Order, and the patterns on the walls are arrays amplifying that contamination, like loudspeakers, making it easier for people to be influenced by the contamination on these things.”
While speaking, he glanced at the patterns on the wall, “To be honest, this array is quite interesting, but it seems to be strongly linked to the God of Order.”
“Con…contamination?”
Xiya looked at the items inside, subconsciously shrinking back.
She didn’t dare to so directly call out a deity’s na like He Ao.
“It’s okay, without the amplifying array, the contamination from these things isn’t very strong,”
He Ao shook his head and lifted a piece of paper.
It was densely written with text completely different from the Federation’s language, but he could easily understand the aning of these words.
This was an ‘inventory list’ extracted from deep inside the room, listing all the items thoroughly, including so attributes, with more detailed information for lower-level items.
The text used to write this list was ‘Denis text,’ a kind of mystical text He Ao encountered before; it was the first ti he saw so much Denis text.
This text could bear mystical power to so extent.
The inventory list He Ao held noted church items that carried Order contamination, engaging certain mystic correlations and thus tainted with so contamination from the Order.
The room was almost filled with Order contamination, and also with an amplifying array, which might be why the West Iron and Steel rcenary Captain did not ‘fortify’ this room.
For Order Believers, entering this room, if they don’t turn into monsters, they’re likely considered ‘their own.’
However, the level of Order contamination here had minimal effect on He Ao.
“Oh,”
Xiya slightly relaxed, cautiously peeking into the storeroom, and timidly asked, “Why would the Order Church place so many things here?”
“These things aren’t ant to stay here,”
He Ao recalled the information from the officer’s mind and glanced at the list in his hand,
“They were planning to operate long-term in Minte City, these were reserved for after the city falls, to be placed in Minte City, containing many transcendent materials related to Order, along with so primary materials for Secret dicines of D-level and below.
With these, they could quickly cultivate and recruit a group of Transcendent believers.”
“These guys, even before attacking, are already considering the fall of the city,”
Xiya comnted, unable to resist as she observed the storeroom before her.
Then she montarily hesitated, suddenly realizing that if not for the ‘Mr.
Suote’ beside her breaking the predicant through a series of operations and reversing the situation, Minte City would have long been controlled by the two major consortiums now.
They might not have even been able to escape the city alive, let alone stand here now.
She glanced sideways at He Ao beside her, recalling the series of events from the past few days and the recent sword strike that destroyed the Demon Wolf.
So cool.
Even legendary stories wouldn’t dare write such a plot.
“What’s wrong?”
He Ao sensed the gaze and turned to glance at her.
The sounds of gunfire outside had quieted down, with the entire camp almost controlled.
“Uh——”
Looking at the sharp-profiled face, Xiya awkwardly withdrew her gaze and scratched her head, “I just think you’re sort of amazing,”
Then she looked into the storeroom and quickly shifted the topic, asking, “Didn’t the Order Church prepare any C-level primary materials?
Can D-level materials alone suppress Minte City?”
“C-level and above, there seem to be only so suspected auxiliary materials,”
He Ao put away the list he held, also looking into the storeroom, “however, for C-level Talent Sequences, I suppose they prepared one.”
If, in the initial position, Suote died.
Then there would be a complete set of ‘Distributor’ auxiliary materials here.
The Order Church could easily extract Suote’s Talent Sequences and then concoct new Secret dicines to cultivate their ‘own people.’
“Huh?”
Xiya was sowhat confused.
“Bring the prepared unmanned robots in from outside, move everything from the warehouse, load everything on that unmanned Dragon Cavalry Fighter, and do your best to prevent anyone from touching these things,”
He Ao retracted his gaze, taking a look at the ornately decorated room, “This camp is the West Iron and Steel rcenary Corps logistics base, with ample ammunition and supplies, we can replenish ourselves briefly.
Once replenished, everyone continues north, aiming to reach the destination before tonight.”
“Understood,”
Xiya quickly nodded, not pursuing the previous question further, promptly issuing He Ao’s orders.
Then she turned to look at He Ao, softly asking, “Mr.
Suote, do we still need to go to the mountains?”
“We’ll go, just the two of us,”
He Ao retracted his gaze, looking through the corridors’ windows reflecting the mountains and woods, “Can you confirm the specific area of the ‘Pseudo-Wolf’?”
“I can only confirm the approximate direction; so camps and families have been attacked by what seems to be the Pseudo-Wolf in that area.
Since then, we’ve marked it as a forbidden zone, but we’re not sure if the Pseudo-Wolf is really still there.”
Xiya cautiously answered, raising her hand and opening a wristband to show He Ao an offline map marked with areas.
“It’s alright, we’ll know when we see it,”
He Ao glanced at the offline map, aligning it in his mind with the current position, then turned towards the distant forest, his figure flickering, crashing through the window and into the wind and snow, “Follow .”
Transcendent lives related to one another are mutually attracted.
This attraction not only brings them closer, intertwining their fates mystically, but also reflects in their ‘perception’ when close by.
The stronger the relationship, the more pronounced the perception.
Based on his experience, considering the mystical connection he has with Order now, once he’s nearby, he could probably sense the Pseudo-Wolf’s presence, and even if it’s gone, he could find so clues using this attraction.
However, this mountain forest might itself have a strong connection with ‘Order.’
In fact, simply approaching this forest, he could feel an inexplicable pull, as if the forest itself exerted so sort of attraction on him.
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