Chapter 1505: Chapter 1505

1505: Chapter 1501 New Hope 1505: Chapter 1501 New Hope Depravation has no limit, and peace is but an ideal; greedy raiders will not miss any opportunity.

War didn’t stop for anyone’s actions—during the time Lu Ping’an was being honest, the war escalated quickly.

“…Has the battlefield already come to this?”

In the water, Lu Ping’an tried to control his new limbs, but the results were quite terrible.

He couldn’t feel the surrounding water pressure; the dim and even dark seabed became a true dark abyss after he lost the “Eye of Truth.”

Lu Ping’an tried to stay calm and knew in his heart that this was actually not a significant person…

because he knew this was just a routine sniper battle: a few medium to large-sized Fishmen with crocodile skin had emerged from a small spatial rift and were swiftly dealt with by the local mercenaries.

“…The environment is much worse than I imagined,” he found he might have overestimated this body.

Lu Ping’an stretched out a finger, “sight” could only hazily see a palm; his new body mimicked the structure of the Long Hand Clan, but it was merely superficial—the core was still a wooden man.

Without the underwater vision of the Long Hand Clan and having lost the blessing of Divine Grace, both the Eye of Truth and underwater vibrations were ineffective; Lu Ping’an experienced a sensation he had never felt before…

“Is this the aquatic combat vision of ordinary humans?

No wonder they need my underwater lantern…”

Previously, even if Lu Ping’an turned off all perceptions, he was still an Extraordinary above Rule-level with a biological level that simply couldn’t feel “threat.”

Now, as a common fighter of approximatively 2-tier in combat power, submerged in a deep-sea battlefield without any aid, Lu Ping’an felt the helplessness of terrestrial human warriors underwater.

“…They really are ruthless to just abandon me…

No, the problem is with me.”

Naturally, hunting and assassination missions were not to be undertaken alone; Lu Ping’an had infiltrated a team of mercenaries composed of individuals for this offensive mission.

But after the first attack, Lu Ping’an was “forgotten”…

His speed underwater did indeed somewhat discredit the Long Hand Clan.

Lu Ping’an couldn’t possibly consider a sailor’s side profession just for an experiment; as of now, he was just a wooden man submerged in water, possessing the basic human level of perception and theory along with a 2-tier battle-profession.

Even if he had displayed a certain level of “combat experience” and “practical judgment” on the way, he was still quietly ignored and isolated by the other mercenaries…

when he couldn’t keep up with the main force’s speed; even though some cavalry and speedboats were present, still no one chose to take him along.

This is the rule of this world; it wasn’t so merciful as to tolerate the “unqualified.”

“…Ah, in their eyes, I’m probably already a dead man.

Tsk, do you all think so too?”

In the shadows beneath the waves, various black monsters emerged—there were sharks, Fishmen, and even a few Octopus Priests wielding staffs.

Lu Ping’an sighed, loosened his grip, and prepared for a fierce fight.

Flames covered the top, and the Storm Javelin shone brilliantly; the young member of the Long Hand Clan initiated this deadly duel.

Ten minutes later, in a certain area, the young man suddenly woke up covered in sweat, his eyes blank as if he had just woken from a nightmare.

He clutched his head, it felt numb and tingled with phantom pain…

being pierced, torn, and shattered by divine arts; it was truly a rare sensation.

He had fought to his limits using combat skills beyond his level, but a 2-tier facing an entire Hunting Team, especially including two priests using High-Tier Divine Arts…

no miracle occurred, and his opponents weren’t even surprised by the prowess of this “elite warrior.”

In front of a pride of lions, a single stray dog, even if it fought with the force of a wolf, would leave no impression.

“…It seems I still need improvement.”

Lu Ping’an shook his head, the taste of this “death” was excessively real, and it had been a long time since he felt such helplessness.

“Meow,” he called out to his personal guard, a cat always dozing and slacking off.

“Go to the dock area guild and look up commission E7324, and find the mercenaries who took the mission.”

“Hmm?” Meow tilted her head, somewhat unable to comprehend.

E is a mercenary’s rating for characters, and there are countless such missions every day.

Success or failure doesn’t really matter, so why did Lu Ping’an need to interfere?

“My clone went to blend into this mission, failed to keep up with the hunting team’s progress, got isolated, and was killed by the opposing hunting squad.”

Did someone offend you, Meow?

Should I go beat up those mercenaries, Meow?

Meow touched her paws, not resistant at all to such an easy and interesting job.

He realized that although Meow was very obedient and seemed normal…

she actually lacked some morals and empathy, or rather, her animal instincts were a bit strong.

“No, why would you think that…” So, Lu Ping’an felt he needed to tighten the reins a bit.

“…Just give them a hand.

My isolated clone was devoured, which means they’ve already been targeted by the Octopus Priests.

By the looks of it, their death is certain.”

Meow didn’t say much, as she was always obedient.

Since Meow was released, Lu Ping’an didn’t feel the need to continue monitoring…

the combat power of those who had eradicated his clone was nothing more than a five-second task for Meow.

As for being “abandoned,” Lu Ping’an himself was quite open-minded…

a bit annoyed, but he couldn’t be bothered arguing with these noobs.

With no ties and struggling to protect himself, there was indeed no need to worry excessively.

Now that the little shrimp was about to die, he casually lent a hand.

What interested him more was actually the appearance of spatial rifts near the frontline fortress itself.

The two worlds were clearly getting closer.

While the Eastern Country and New Kingdom launched fierce attacks, the other world was also busy, responding with more and more spatial rifts.

This wasn’t just some assault troops’ doings.

It was similar to the “drilling method” used by Earth’s Fish Head back in the day, creating larger spatial rifts through smaller planes with other small worlds.

Both sides were clearly raising the stakes, and it seemed the Lava Clan was not being honest either, constantly pressuring their front.

“My head hurts, they’re hurrying the production of underwater lamp flowers again…”

The more he experienced actual combat, and the more he felt the sensory battles of mortals underwater, the more Lu Ping’an had to admit they were indeed underequipped.

Especially the “underwater lamp flowers,” which provide illumination and warmth, needed to be addressed urgently.

Lu Ping’an had provided suitable experimental subjects that indeed met their technical requirements, but ultimately they failed to finalize the “seed type,” with both parties feeling it was “just a bit off.”

On one hand, there was a need to keep some margin…

Samples that had just reached the standard data weren’t suitable for large-scale deployment.

Although Lu Ping’an had been hesitant before, he now truly wanted to provide his human warriors with “brighter,” “warmer,” and “somewhat purifying” underwater lamp flowers.

Once widely deployed, even among every basic-level soldier, the difference in equipment strength was a direct matter of life and death.

By now, Lu Ping’an had collected nearly all the derivative breeds of oceanic lamp flowers from this world.

Despite repeated grafting, they were still only “acceptable” rather than “perfect.”

“Either gamble on luck to see if the current sample pool can produce better results, but a qualitative leap is unlikely…”

No matter how much peas mutate, they shouldn’t sprout potatoes; fulfilling the order qualitatively is something researchers are not optimistic about.

Another method was naturally like what Lu Ping’an had done initially—going to the Octopus World to obtain better seeds, raising the quality several notches in this random pool, naturally making it easier to deliver.

But this was too difficult…

The route taken by the Octopus was a one-way path, and it was exceedingly challenging for spies from his side to infiltrate.

Even if a few managed to blend in occasionally, bringing things back smoothly was very difficult.

If there were indeed materials worth risking their lives to bring back, it probably wouldn’t be magic plants and seeds; heaven knows how much material Lu Ping’an would need to compile his results.

At this moment, Lu Ping’an seemed to be stuck in a bottleneck.

Perhaps the stalling at Lu Ping’an’s end had alerted his country, for when a Deity’s Ark brought a professional team and a “gift,” there was hope for resolving Lu Ping’an’s minor problem.