Chapter 1480: Chapter 1480
After less than ten minutes of battle, the chaotic situation finally ended, and the temporary team regrouped in the dark tunnel.
"Eleven Conquerors died, all below Third-order, seven of which turned into Mutated Creatures, and the remaining five were caught off guard and ambushed to death."
Dantai meticulously inquired about the battle process. This kind of dominance made the newly stabilized Conquerors very dissatisfied, but no one dared to complain.
"What orders were those Mutated Creatures?" Warcraft brother, smart as he was, thought things through carefully. He had thought Dantai would continue questioning but didn’t expect the answer right away.
"Four First-stage, two Second-order."
"Impressive." Warcraft brother admired, seeing such quality; Dantai truly deserved to be the team’s brain.
"So, the higher the mutation level, the less likely it is to mutate?" Fu Tianxiao’s voice carried a hint of gleefulness.
"Not necessarily, but everyone should watch their companions closely and report any abnormalities in a timely manner." After saying this, Dantai hurried everyone to pick up the pace.
At this moment, in a Command Vehicle, the blonde man Ferrando was screaming at the team members who were experts in electronic warfare.
"You took so long to find them, what are you doing? What are you waiting for, send the location down." Ferrando had already smashed five coffee cups, and minutes ago, he had received reports of citizens mutating and self-combusting, and even some Conquerors had been affected.
"Ferrando, what’s the explanation for Trojan? Why can’t I contact them anymore?" Maggie’s upper body popped out on the virtual screen of the Wristwatch, questioning the blonde man.
"This is our world, we can’t let it be destroyed , or we’re all doomed!"
The group leaders, as if they had agreed beforehand, successively appeared, pressuring the blonde man to come up with a solution quickly.
"Shut up." Ferrando roared, smashing the cup his subordinate had just handed him to the ground, spilling hot coffee everywhere.
The subordinates froze, obediently kneeling down to pick up the fragments.
"The big battle between the two Trojan factions interfering and eroding each other, unable to communicate, what’s there to fuss about?" Ferrando was annoyed by their restlessness.
"It must be Bingxu’s Night Saint who tampered with it." Vivian, who liked to dress in OL outfit and wear glasses, pouted sulkily, "All because Wild God failed to take them out in time."
"What do we do now? Mitochondria have also started to cause trouble, indicating that our world’s barriers are beginning to collapse." The man with glasses seemed calm, but his voice’s slight tremble betrayed his thoughts.
Every group leader looked very serious, as guardians of this world, they must prevent this catastrophe from happening.
"This is our Main Battlefield, there is no need to worry, and all Trojan Squads that haven’t entered the Theme World for a mission are rushing to Los Angeles at full speed. We will be able to wipe out the invaders." Ferrando reassured everyone, "Now, prioritize dealing with the Mitochondria, cut off communications, and try to keep the unrest within a narrow Range."
"The chaos mainly occurs in Manhattan, should we use the Space Ripper to seal off the whole area?" Fatty was ruthless enough to suggest, "If we can’t take it down, let it sink to the ground."
"Are you joking? That’s Manhattan Island we’re talking about, with Wall Street there. If it’s destroyed, what do you think the impact on the global economy would be?" Vivian thought Fatty must be out of his mind.
"That’s still much better than world destruction." Fatty was the type who wouldn’t let others be comfortable even at the cost of his own demise, a typical spiteful person.
"Stop arguing, follow what Fatty said." Ferrando was a man of decisiveness and authority. He didn’t even bother to vote or consult Wild God’s opinion and took immediate action.
"Just got a report from the subordinates, we’ve found a squad of invaders, if there’s nothing else, I’m off to fight." Maggie sent the coordinates to all Conquerors, "Nearby squads, come for support."
"Look for spatial nodes, and if found, make sure to mark them for tracking, we must return the favor this time." Ferrando waved his hand, concluding the discussion.
On another Battlefield, Wild God had lost sight of Bingxu and was cunningly ambushed by the Night Saint’s deputy, Smiling Witch. He was now thundering with rage.
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"Mitochondria are also meddling with me? Good, looks like the Holy Land War is about to begin." Wild God took a deep breath, the mighty force causing an immediate collapse in the surrounding air, creating convection, "I can hardly wait."
Before every Holy Land War, certain Theme Worlds would experience earth-shattering chaos, and some Trojan Squads qualified to participate would die in various accidents before they could even enter.
The temporary team ran out of the tunnel and entered the lower level of Central Station. Because of the Subway accident, traffic was blocked, and the platform was crowded with passengers.
Seeing these disheveled Chinese, foreigners with blond hair and blue eyes were all giving sidelong glances, with some kind-hearted people coming over, offering assistance.
"NO, NO!" Warcraft Brother refused an old man’s offer to help, holding his forehead in lamentation, "Didn’t he see the firearms on us? And he still dares to make small talk?"
"Stop yapping, let’s get out of here fast. If they mutate, that’s going to be a massive problem," Dantai urged, speeding the group up.
"After such a big incident, why didn’t the government notify them to take refuge?" Dong Zixuan was perplexed. As a police officer, when trouble arises, her instinct was to rely on the government.
"No need to guess, it’s either the mitochondria controlling the host and taking over the government, or it’s the work of those Black Gold Conquerors." Warcraft Brother is always babbling non-stop, "I’d rather it be the former, so both sides get into trouble."
"Excuse us, we have a patient here." Wang Fang shouted, making up an excuse to get people to make way, but there were simply too many pedestrians.
Boom, a man suddenly combusts, startling the people nearby, then screams and gasps of shock began to spread.
"Exactly what we were afraid of!" Bai Guoqiang’s entire face turned miserable, "If only we had an exemption card, really want to leave the game."
"Stop dreaming, the exemption cards are invalid." Warcraft Brother had one, had already tried it, no use.
"Sha Ou, clear a path." Dantai unleashed a Psychic Storm, sweeping across the platform, causing the pedestrians to faint on the spot.
With a single wave of Sha Ou’s hand, telekinesis swept through like a typhoon, pushing people aside and clearing a passage, as the temporary team sprints full force, about to rush out of the subway station.
"Get in the vehicles, full speed ahead." There was really no need for Dantai to give orders, as experienced Conquerors already know the drill. To avoid attracting too much attention, they didn’t choose S-grade vehicles, opting for sports cars of this era instead, but even so, almost a hundred vehicles is still a staggering number, leaving the bystanders shocked.
Ferraris, Koenigseggs, Lamborghinis, Aston Martins, super sports cars worth millions or even tens of millions fly out of the subway station entrance one after another like they cost nothing.
Engines roaring like ferocious beasts, converging into a deep peal of thunder, appears to tear everyone’s eardrums on this winter noon.
Pang Meiqin drives a red-painted Bugatti Veyron, slamming the accelerator to the limit, like a whirlwind, zigzagging through the cars with a series of lightning drifts, shooting out hundreds of meters, soaring to the front, leading the way.
The Conquerors are not lacking in impulse, especially after just having gone through a battle, adrenaline surging, now seeing Pang Meiqin’s exquisite driving skills, they rev up their engines too, accelerating.
At first, the bystanders were stunned by the huge fleet, then they quickly pulled out their mobile phones to take photos and videos, intending to upload them to social media, only to find they couldn’t connect to the network.
"This is Manhattan, New York’s busiest area, you guys are racing cars here?" Sports cars are fast but if the road conditions are bad, you can’t race, watching his companions, Warcraft Brother is speechless, but the next moment he’s completely stunned.
Tang Zheng directly pulls out a Longbow Apache Armed Helicopter, opens the hatch, jumps in, doesn’t bother with a headset, his fingers quickly flicking across buttons, and in just a few seconds, it’s started up.
The propeller turns, kicking up dust from the ground, by the time the engine just reaches takeoff speed, Tang Zheng has already pulled the control stick, the Apache flies out of the subway station.
"Holy shit, can this even work?" Warcraft Brother looks around, and releases a Comanche Attack Helicopter to follow suit.
"The attack helicopters take off too fast, definitely been modified," Li Zheng comments, taking out a Gunboat from Red Alert 3.
"What are you doing? Afraid people don’t know we’re Conquerors?" Wang Fang gives her boyfriend a look.
"Sorry." Li Zheng likes Soviet weapons, this time switches to a Hinde Attack Helicopter.
Pedestrians are still trying to connect to the network, then hear a chorus of gasps, looking up to see a line of ammunition-laden attack helicopters emerging from the subway station.
Warcraft Brother performs a maneuver; rotating, the black muzzles of the machine guns point toward the nearby pedestrians.
Suddenly, the bystanders are no longer composed, scattering, as any mishap by the pilots would mean a lot of people dying.
"Stop playing, full speed ahead." Tang Zheng informs the whole team, whizzing past, as they can fly in a straight line, they are the first to reach the destination.
In the square outside the church, there are tourists taking pictures, watching the bridal group in wedding dresses walk to the church, when suddenly they see several attack helicopters hovering above.
The wind from the propellers lifts the bride’s skirt, revealing her white garter-stockinged legs, but the Conquerors have no time to enjoy such a spring sight; their eyes are all on the bridesmaids.
Aya, dressed in a pink bridesmaid outfit, holding down her skirt, gazes bewildered at the attack helicopters, preparing to call the police, her experience tells her these are not military copters, their origins unknown.
Boom, boom, engines roar, Pang Meiqin’s Bugatti Veyron bursts out from a street corner; then with a drift it steadily stops in front of the church.
The bride’s family prepares to come forward and inquire about their origins, but the bride suddenly bulges her eyes, her cheeks split open, mutates, then bites towards Aya next to her. (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets on Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation.)