sinovels Chapter 164 Mars' psychological defenses collapse, and he sets off for Europe.
Chapter 164 Mars' psychological defenses collapse, and he sets off for Europe.
Lu Yan's finger hovered above the cut button.
The holographic projection disintegrated into billions of light spots, and the room returned to darkness.
Less than two seconds.
The terminal on his wrist vibrated wildly, and a piercing ringtone woke him up. The green signal lights were so fast that they formed a continuous beam of light.
He ignored it, picked up the water glass, and let the warm water slide down his throat.
The notification sounds bombarded the system like a torrential downpour.
It wasn't until the fifth sound that his fingertips slowly and deliberately brushed across the glass panel.
The image was forcibly bounced back.
Marsley's face was practically glued to the screen; his blond hair was stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his features were scrunched up in extreme anxiety.
His back was bent at a ninety-degree angle.
"Commander Lu!" The foreigner's voice trembled. "Three minutes! I beg you, give me just three more minutes!"
Lu Yan adjusted his posture, his back sinking completely into the leather seat.
"You missed your chance. I hate talking to idiots who are full of lies."
The foreigner frantically waved his arms.
"I understand! I know the rules!"
The light screen shifted, and two encrypted data packets were sent into Lu Yan's host computer via the connection.
"These are the only two existing permanent access keys to S-level dungeons in Europe, as well as the original construction diagram of the Sacred Core circuit."
Marsley swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
"We've been using it to block China's technology, and now, we're giving it all to you without reservation."
Lu Yan glanced at the LCD screen, where data streamed down like a waterfall. The logic behind that set of blueprints was extremely complex; it was the cornerstone for forging top-tier armor, and the White Eagle Empire had once relied on it to embellish the facade of the "Beacon of the World."
His face remained completely expressionless.
"Scrap metal." He spoke, his tone cold and stern. "Trying to buy your life with this garbage that will be obsolete sooner or later? Too cheap."
Marsley's legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground.
He frantically scratched at his already thinning scalp. This was the top secret they had risked their lives to steal, yet it was treated like trash in front of the other party.
He bit his lower lip until it bled, and the taste of blood filled his mouth.
"Our ancestors! We've truly reached the end of our rope!"
Lu Yan remained unmoved, raised his left arm, and made as if to press the shut button again.
"Wait! There's more!"
Accompanied by this hoarse howl, a third stream of information forcefully poured in.
A tattered rubbing of an ancient book fills the entire screen, with distorted lines and obscure symbols.
The blond man's voice revealed an extreme sense of terror.
"Those so-called 'chief gods' who descended to the West were simply unable to fully adapt to the rules of Earth. In order to establish stable coordinates, this group of thieves has been secretly plundering and devouring the relics of the ancient gods of the East."
His index finger pointed towards the center of the image.
"Deep beneath the Cathedral of Saintess lies a piece of red silk. It is a fragment of the Heaven-Sealing Ribbon of Nezha, the Third Prince, from your country's mythology! The false god is using an angelic magic circle to extract the pure essence contained within it day and night!"
Lu Yan's pupils suddenly contracted.
After Erlang Shen, came the Third Prince.
The void plate in his chest became scalding hot, emanating an intensely hungry, devouring desire.
Marth Lee pressed his advantage: "Adding to the previous clues about the Trident-Edged Sword, these two top-secret intelligence reports will be exchanged for the First Squad's assistance. Deal?"
The young man rested his elbows on the table, his fingers interlaced, supporting his chin.
"Your ruling class has long been brainwashed by higher-dimensional beings."
A seemingly casual remark shattered all the foreigner's psychological defenses.
The foreign envoy slumped in his leather chair, his face ashen.
Lu Yan continued to analyze the enemy's predicament: "The monster's arrival requires sacrifices. You survivors who still retain your rationality are the first lambs to the slaughter. With internal resistance failing and no way to escape, you can only place your hopes for survival on me."
The room suddenly fell silent.
Marsley closed his eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks.
"That's right." He admitted it readily. "Those mad dogs up there want to sacrifice half the city to welcome their 'master.' We... we just don't want to become food for heretics. May the true God have mercy."
Lu Yan straightened his back.
This deal is a sure thing, you can't lose money.
They can get the core blueprints for free, retrieve valuable local treasures along the way, and even divert the war elsewhere.
"Access granted. Send me the coordinates. Wait."
Four short phrases were uttered.
Communication was cut off.
He pushed open the door.
The hall at the end of the corridor was brightly lit, and the team members were busy with their own tasks.
"Everyone, we have something to do." Lu Yan walked into the hall and clapped his hands.
The warm lighting instantly shattered the tranquil and languid atmosphere.
All movement stopped, and all eyes turned to them.
He projected the images captured by the communicator directly into the air.
Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, two artifacts bearing the marks of time came into view.
"Pack your bags and prepare to cross the sea."
Zhao Leiguang slammed the heavy shield onto the floor with a loud bang. The heavy metal collided with the ground, and his loud voice made the glass vibrate.
"Going abroad on a business trip?"
"Europa." Lu Yan raised his hand and pointed to the image on the light screen. "Traces of our ancient Chinese gods have been discovered over there. We must retrieve the artifacts that belong to Erlang Shen, the True Lord of Manifestation, Yang Jian, and the Third Prince, Nezha."
"Yang Jian? Nezha?" Zhao Leiguang scratched his head, looking blank. "Is he that good at fighting? How does he compare to Poseidon?"
In the mythological system of this world, the ancient gods of the East have long been forgotten, and their fame is far less resounding than that of the false gods of the West who appeared after the arrival of Earth.
"A cross-border mission!" Lin Chuxue jumped up from the sofa.
Just as everyone was puzzled by this unfamiliar divine name, Lu Yan's icy voice rang out again: "These two artifacts are being used as energy sources by the false gods of Europe; they are draining the power of our ancestors. This trip is not a transaction, but to reclaim what rightfully belongs to us."
In an instant, the last trace of leisure in the hall vanished. The confusion on everyone's faces turned into icy killing intent.
This is no longer a simple task, but a declaration of war against thieves and a tribute to our ancestors.
The huge live broadcast screen on the wall changed without warning.
The screen suddenly turned a blinding crimson, and an extremely piercing air raid siren pierced through the walls, making people's eardrums ache.
An urgent international news alert cut off all channels.
The live stream camera was shaking violently, with the world-famous Gothic architecture in the background.
In the center of the once azure sky, a massive stargate, shaped like a cross, was forcibly torn open, with a gap thousands of meters wide.
Thick, dark golden blood was dripping down from the edge of the stargate in large drops.
The drops of blood fell onto the street below, and several skyscrapers, along with everything inside them, were instantly corroded and turned to ashes.
A low, eerie chanting pierced through the speakers, vibrating in everyone's ears.