The Ancient Gods Chapter 927 - 433: Suit-Clad Berserker (Part 3)

Chapter 927: Chapter 433: Suit-Clad Berserker (Part 3)

People like Jiang Mingyan had long sided with the Red camp.

Victory and defeat, there’s not much to say about it.

But the problem is, he wasn’t willing to be the one who failed.

So he rushed back to Tokyo imdiately, gathered his old troops, and prepared a counterattack plan.

"How is Liu Li’s condition?"

The old man spoke coldly.

Jiang Ziyue stood respectfully by his side, looking at the transford observation room behind him. The girl on the hospital bed was hooked up to nurous wires, resembling a mummy wrapped up tight, a shocking sight to behold.

"To be honest, not good. Her health wasn’t great to begin with. Having her confront the Taixu with the strongest computational power is too overwhelming for her. The Red King has now created a second super quantum computer, dominating the entire Ying Province network. Liu Li needs ti to calculate the route to where grandfather is being transported."

During this ti, he had returned to the Jiang Family, playing the role of the obedient good son.

After all, his older brother was no longer around.

Father had only him to rely on.

Besides, no one knew that he was one of the accomplices in his cousin’s murder.

This is the advantage of being the Shadow.

Switching sides frequently.

"Continue to increase her dication."

Jiang Yanxu said coldly, "We must calculate it!"

"Doing so might ruin her."

Jiang Ziyue said softly.

"If she’s ruined, so be it. We must quickly find your grandfather."

A fierce glint flashed in Jiang Yanxu’s eyes as he began counting on his fingers: "As long as we can reclaim your grandfather, she won’t be needed. Even though your grandfather lost his Holy Corpse, given his kind of existence, there must still be a breath left. If we transplant the new Holy Corpse to him, perhaps..."

The VIP room still housed an Iron Coffin, from which a faint breathing sound could be heard.

"Understood."

Jiang Ziyue nodded slightly: "Father, you are truly devoted."

"In this life, filial piety cos first."

Jiang Yanxu’s gaze softened a bit looking at him: "Your brother is no longer here, you’re my only son left. We belong to the Jiang family, we share the sa blood, live and die together. Temporary downfall ans nothing, we will reclaim the throne of power. By then, you will inherit your brother’s position..."

He wasn’t really a filial son at all.

Before this, he was eager for his father to die quickly.

But the problem was, he was supposed to ascend to the Ninth Rank, yet his sister set a trap for him.

Now that Jiang Chunyang, his support, was dead too.

He suddenly found himself isolated and helpless.

Besides finding a way to save his father, there was no other way.

At that mont, the train suddenly trembled, and a quake shook the ground and mountains.

As if the entire train had been flattened.

Jiang Yanxu resolutely erected the Qi Realm, protecting the VIP room.

After all, his two most important assets were here, they couldn’t be lost.

Rumble!

One carriage after another exploded, accompanied by terrifying roars.

It was as if soone was proceeding leisurely, each carriage they passed erupted in a terrifying explosion.

With unstoppable montum.

Amazingly, the VIP room’s automatic door remained intact during the fierce explosion.

Sensing soone standing at the door, the automatic door opened on its own.

A black-haired youth stood at the entrance with a suitcase, his stern golden eyes shone brilliantly in the afternoon sun.

For so reason, Jiang Yanxu’s first reaction upon seeing him was actually a sigh of relief.

Because this youth’s Rank was very low.

But in an instant, he seed to see a black Qilin roaring ferociously.

"Before you die, let

ask you a few questions."

Gu Jianlin set down the suitcase and sat opposite him.