webnovelvip Chapter 55: Those who have been assassinated in their own country have no choice but to punish the t
Chapter 55: Those who have been assassinated in their own country have no choice but to punish the t
The light in the stone hall of Eden began to dim, and the loot from the last treasure chest was tallied.
The intense, continuous work left everyone exhausted. Zhao Leiguang plopped down on the base of a stone pillar, about to rub his sore wrists, when the urgent vibration of the tactical terminal broke the silence.
Lu Yan activated his personal light screen.
The sender was Li Tianshan. It consisted of only two very short lines of text, along with a blurry satellite screenshot.
"Location: S-level node plaza, Jiangnan Region. The third squad has intervened to assist the sixth squad and has been out of contact for thirty minutes. Our Royal Gate squad has been confirmed to be using high-level enemy equipment to attack our members. Provide immediate support."
Even breathing paused for a moment inside the combat readiness room.
There was no further mobilization. Zhao Leiguang grabbed the double shields he had just put down and fastened the buckles on his forearms again; Wen Yue pulled back the magazine of her crossbow and pushed a high-explosive grenade into the chamber; Lin Chuxue stood up, her staff slamming heavily on the ground.
Xiao Qianyu picked up the Crimson Lotus Goddess Spear and strode towards the teleportation array. "Let's go."
Tactical transport planes flying directly from Beijing to the south of the Yangtze River cut through the thick clouds.
The air pressure inside the cabin was frighteningly low.
Shen Xinglin bent down and adjusted the mechanism of the lance, the crisp metallic clicking sound repeating over and over again.
Ling Shuang's team has an extremely stable configuration, with a secondary tank, a main tank, and two front-line tanks, and their survivability is impeccable.
This positional warfare tactic can even last an hour against a secret realm leader two levels higher.
The only explanation for being out of contact for half an hour is that the other party is very strong.
High-level equipment from enemy countries.
Jiangnan District, Node Plaza.
Fine rain hung in the air, carrying with it a nauseating smell of blood.
Lin Rui lay on his back in the puddle, his sword broken in two and lying at his feet. His eyes were open, his breathing shallow, and each breath made a strange, bellows-like sound from his chest.
The other five members of the sixth squad lay sprawled around him, and Song Tangtang's robe was torn in a long gash; she was motionless and her fate was unknown.
The standoff continues 15 meters ahead.
Jiang Xiaorou's dark gold heavy shield, known as the Wall of Sighs, had an extremely exaggerated crater in its center. She knelt on one knee, her left arm holding the shield hanging unnaturally. Su Qian knelt behind her, clutching an empty medicine bottle, her eyes red-rimmed.
Ling Shuang stood at the very front.
Her prized silver-white scale armor was torn in several places, the armor on her left shoulder completely shattered, and metal fragments were embedded in her flesh. She gripped the spear with both hands, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground. Blood dripped down the shaft of the spear.
Across from him, Wang Ting removed his deformed helmet and threw it aside, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva. About half of the twenty or so Royal Gate members behind him had fallen, and the rest were panting heavily, their positions scattered.
"The Dragon Guard's third squad, they're really tough." Wang Ting stretched his wrists, which were gripping the hammer. "Ling Shuang, what's the point of risking your life for a few new recruits? Hand over the stuff, and everyone go home."
Ling Shuang didn't answer. She swallowed a mouthful of blood that tasted of rust, adjusted her center of gravity, and prepared to launch her next thrust.
Just then, a tremendous tearing sound came from mid-air.
A jet-black tactical transport plane hovered ten meters above the square, its powerful airflow turning the surrounding rain into a white mist.
The hatch slid open.
Six figures leaped down from the sky.
The dull thuds echoed one after another, and large areas of the hard paving stones in the square cracked.
Zhao Leiguang's feet touched the ground, and the Earth Pulse Double Shield slammed forward, the rolling air wave knocking the two Royal Gate melee fighters in the front row to the ground.
Su Yunqing stood still, and the Eden Holy Healing six-piece set was fully activated. Green holy light shot into the sky, and the Holy Healing Domain with a radius of thirty meters spread across the entire area like a tide.
Lin Rui, lying on the ground, took a deep breath, and his sunken sternum recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye; Jiang Xiaorou's twisted left arm made a crisp cracking sound as her bones were forcibly realigned and healed.
Ling Shuang's taut nerves snapped the moment she saw the striking crimson spear.
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out, and her body fell straight backward.
Xiao Qianyu took a step forward and put her arm around Ling Shuang's back.
So light. This body, encased in heavy armor, was frighteningly light; her physical strength had long been exhausted to the limit. Xiao Qianyu laid her flat on the ground, and Su Yunqing quickly stepped forward to take her over, enveloping Ling Shuang in the most intense healing aura.
Xiao Qianyu stood up.
She ignored the rules and the reasons. Holding the Red Lotus Goddess Spear upside down, she walked straight towards Wang Ting. The spear tip dragged across the stone pavement, carving a two-inch deep furrow, sparks dancing in the rain.
Shen Xinglin, wielding his lance, blocked the left flank, while Wen Yue raised her crossbow to block the right blind spot. Lin Chuxue's health bar plummeted to its lowest point, and a blindingly bright, multi-layered shield appeared, with raging fire elements beginning to form at the tip of her staff.
Wang Ting's expression changed drastically.
In China, who doesn't recognize this dazzling green suit and those double shields?
"Wait a minute, it's a misunderstanding!" Wang Ting took a step back, gripping his single-handed hammer tightly. "This is a matter between us and Team Six; Team Three has interfered. If we really want to discuss this rationally, we should go to the courtroom and go through the judicial arbitration process..."
"Screw you!"
Zhao Leiguang let out a roar and launched a savage charge. He transformed into a heavily armored war machine speeding at full speed, crashing headlong into Wang Ting.
Wang Ting hastily raised his hammer to block.
With a loud clang of metal clashing, Wang Ting was thrown into the air and slammed into an SUV behind him. The car door was dented, and shattered glass littered the ground.
The first team had no intention of communicating at all.
This was a one-sided, massacre-like crushing defeat.
Lin Chuxue's barrage of fireballs, like machine gun fire, blasted the Royal Gate's mage position into scorched earth. Shen Xinglin's lance transformed into a streak of light, and with a few dashes, he tore through the enemy's heavy defenses. Those imported dark gold-grade armors were as brittle as cookies in the face of absolute attribute suppression.
Lu Yan stood at the very back of the group, his hands in his pockets, too lazy to even activate his buff aura.
His gaze bypassed the fallen, groaning members of the Royal Guard and carefully examined the detached equipment parts.
Dark blue energy patterns, exposed conductive wires, and cold, hard geometric lines. A product of the White Eagle Empire through and through.
It's an open secret within the community that unofficial guilds smuggle a few top-quality individual items through the black market.
However, the team consisted of more than twenty people, all wearing the same dark gold set, and even some high-attack weapons.
Even with money, you can't do this kind of thing.
The White Eagle Empire is notoriously strict in its export controls on high-end equipment. Such organized armed smuggling must be backed by a vast and secretive official channel.
How could Huangmen, a local strongman in the Jiangnan region, have such extraordinary connections to get in touch with the core military supply lines of the White Eagle Empire?
To put it another way, just a few days ago the White Eagle Empire suffered a setback on an international forum, and immediately domestic guilds came out with their equipment to provoke the official Chinese team.
The logical chain in between is very intriguing.
This is an attempt to create internal conflict, Lu Yan thought to himself.
But at the moment, there is nothing else to consider.
The only recourse for those whose own country has been stabbed is... to punish the traitors.