Negatron matter held a special significance for Chairman Bradt.
"If I bine negatron wormhole technology with my mastery of supply and distribution... I can bee the ruler of the transport and delivery industry once more."
The ability to create wormholes and bypass a tremendous distance with it was absolutely revolutionary to him and everything he had worked on for his entire life.
"Truly, you have been a source of unending blessings ever since we met, Voider."
His aged voice contained a hint of nostalgia as he recalled the Shionel Dungeon and the first time that he had met Rui Quarrier. Back then, Rui had simply been a Martial Squire who used a creative method to dominate the Shionel Dungeon Wars.
He had helped Bradt win his election and retain power. Since then, they had interacted many times and engaged in many transactions, whether it was with Rui’s brief bid for the Kandrian Empire or for the spread of the Water Sect.
He had bee a gift that kept giving for Patrick Bradt.
The same was true for the negatron mines. It was a boon and a miracle for the chairman, and it was only possible because Rui chose to fight the Dragon Emperor at the very bottom of the ocean floor.
"I look forward to what he will bee."
RUMBLE
His moment of thoughtful nostalgia and anticipation was interrupted by tremors that spread through the submarine he was in as alarms and sirens began blaring across the entire mining ship. The many naval helmsman controlling the submarine began furiously acting on the alert, doing their best to fulfill their role perfectly.
"Emergency alert! Submarine is under attack!"
"We have confirmed a sonic blast emerging from thousands of kilometers away!"
"A distant siege has been mounted on our submarine!"
"Put up the energy shields," he manded them. "Ensure that emergency defensive protocol is followed."
"Sir! We have just got a confirmation on the transgressor!"
The man grimly displayed a distant image acquired by radar and other energy signatures correlated with their intelligence database.
The match was clear.
"The tekvores..." Chairman Bradt’s tone was grave.
"Sir, we have received a transmission from the enemy tekvore fleet!"
"Display it." Chairman Bradt manded.
"But sir... it’s..." the woman hesitated.
"Just show me what the enemy is saying." He manded.
She displayed the message on the giant screen for everybody to see.
[(-)ง]
Chairman Bradt stared at the screen with a dumbfounded expression. "...What?"
BOOOM!
A second sonic blast struck the submarine, ravaging its energy shield with a violent hit.
RUMBLE
The submarine quivered under the impact.
They received another transmission.
[()]
BOOOM!
[t(>.
Reviews
All reviews (0)