Otherworld Advance Team
Chapter 1217 - 1210: Tangmo’s Identity

Chapter 1217: Chapter 1210: Tangmo’s Identity

"Ah, that’s more like it. Although I’ve done some immoral things, your great-grandmother wholeheartedly wanted to protect you. Even if you’re dissatisfied with me, don’t waste her earnest intentions," Hu Daoke said with a smile when he saw Cheng Ziang accept the pendant.

"Is there anything else you want to say? If not, I don’t want to talk to you anymore, you great filial son," Cheng Ziang said as he put on the pendant and glared at him.

"First, I’ll teach you how to summon Liseya," Hu Daoke said, leaning in close to Cheng Ziang and speaking in a lower voice, "When you’re in danger, you just need to shout the name Liseya, and she will come out when she hears your call. Normally, she will stay inside the crystal and sleep, so she doesn’t come out and kill the innocent indiscriminately."

"We don’t have the practice of directly calling our great-grandmother by name," Cheng Ziang rolled his eyes and said.

"Oh, just stop always arguing with me. Your great-grandmother is your last line of defense, don’t summon her recklessly. The last time I went to our ancestral grave, there were more than fifty additional corpses. These years, your great-grandmother has become addicted to killing. If you call her out when it’s not absolutely necessary, you might be fine, but the people around you will certainly be out of luck," Hu Daoke said.

Cheng Ziang took a deep breath, glared at him once more, and finally kept silent. After some thought, having a demigod by his side did indeed seem quite nice. Although the Advance Team had a demigod like Fulajie’er, Luo’er wouldn’t allow her to have blood on her hands, so most of the time, Fulajie’er could only serve as support.

However, after the battle at the Snow Domain tomb, everyone in the Advance Team became aware of the powerful combat force of the demigods. To some extent, demigods could be considered the strongest fighting force under the gods, with no equals.

It wasn’t just ordinary people who couldn’t withstand their attacks, even high-ranking Magic Conductors might not be their match. Having such a killing god by his side, Cheng Ziang undoubtedly felt very reassured.

Although he resented Hu Daoke’s act of disturbing the ancestral grave, he couldn’t help but be tempted by such a strong combat force. Facing the uncertain future and unknown risks on this trip to the East Continent, having such a powerful combat force indeed made him feel much more at ease.

In a short while, Li Si arrived at the airboat port with Zhuyan Yu and others, joined by Wang Xu, who was almost due for retirement.

"What a joyful family reunion," Li Si said with a smile, his gaze converging on Tangmo.

While everyone else had family members to see them off, she seemed very lonely. Luo’er, Baiyue, and Cheng Ziang all had family, Hu Daoke was also married, and everyone had someone to worry about, only she was still all alone. Although she had Luo’er, her face clearly showed a touch of melancholy.

Faced with this scene, Li Si pondered for a moment, then turned around to exchange a few words with Wang Xu and gestured to Luo’er, "Luo’er, come here for a moment."

"What’s up, Brother Li?" Luo’er approached him, asking with curiosity.

"Well, how should I put this," Li Si glanced at Wang Xu, then at Tangmo, and said in a lowered voice, "It’s about Tangmo."

"What about her?" Luo’er immediately perked up at the mention of Tangmo.

"Considering the opportunity arises, tell her she’s not alone. The air force Commander of Ronisca is her father," Li Si said in a hushed tone.

"The Commander, that Mooer?" Luo’er asked, eyes wide.

"Keep it down, I said ’if the opportunity arises.’ You know what I mean by that, right?" Li Si said.

"I know, I know," Luo’er nodded, his curiosity growing, "But what actually happened?"

"You should know that during the initial stages of the Origin Project, we needed a variety of Otherworld human samples. At that time, we didn’t have many collaborative entities in the Otherworld, and the High-peak people were one of those groups. We couldn’t find a sample from the Elf Race, so we had to settle for the Dwarves, a distant relative of the Elves. If the Dwarves turned out to be successful, it would mean we had overcome the biggest hurdle. As you know, after Tangmo was born, the state approved the expansion of the Origin Project. Why? Because Tangmo is a Dwarf hybrid. Her safe birth indicated that we had basically mastered the initial techniques of reproduction between the Elf Race and the Human Race," Li Si explained.

"So you used Mooer’s genes for the experiment, and that resulted in Moumou," Luo’er asked.

"You could say that. We never told the people concerned about this, and now it seems like there wasn’t really a need," Li Si shrugged.

"So, you’ve known about Moumou and Ronisca’s relationship all along and were planning to use her as a tool to get involved with Ronisca?" Luo’er asked seriously.

"You can’t put it that way. By that logic, both you and Cheng Ziang are also tools of the headquarters," Li Si shrugged and replied.

"Moumou is different," Luo’er said with a furrowed brow.

"I know, that’s why I’m telling you this news, so you can find a chance to talk to her. As you’ve seen, everyone has family to say goodbye to, but she’s all alone, which looks quite pitiable," Li Si said.

"She has me!" Speaking, Luo’er turned and walked towards Tangmo.

"You two should have just gotten married and that would be the end of it," Li Si said, watching Luo’er’s departing figure, he shrugged his shoulders.

After the pleasantries were exchanged, the Advance Team waved goodbye to those who had come to see them off and boarded the airboat bound for Helros.

As the airboat ascended, Luo’er suddenly noticed that Xia Yue was sitting atop the city’s tall spire, waving at him. Although he could barely make out her expression, Luo’er could still distinctly feel that she seemed to have anticipated something, for there was an elusive smile on her face.

"Ah, we’re finally taking off," Tangmo said with a sigh of relief as she looked at the crowd waving from the window.

"You don’t like this kind of goodbye, do you?" Luo’er approached her and initiated the conversation.

"Um, you..." Suddenly seeing Luo’er come to her side, Tangmo seemed somewhat at a loss.

"What’s wrong?" Luo’er looked himself over and blinked as he asked.

"Is there something you want to tell me, or are you hiding something from me?" Tangmo asked, narrowing her eyes.

"How could that be," Luo’er said, a bit guiltily denying it.

"When you lie, your eyes never cooperate with you," Tangmo said with a smile, then turned to continue gazing out at the crowd through the porthole.

"Er, how should I say it... The time isn’t right yet; when it is, I’ll tell you, okay?" Luo’er asked, scratching his head.

"That’s fine," Tangmo said, taking a deep breath and appearing very magnanimous.

"Don’t worry about the crowd saying goodbye; they’re just farewells, while you have me by your side," Luo’er said, reaching out to cover her small hand with his.

"I never thought you would say something like that," Tangmo said as she felt something strike her heart as soon as she heard Luo’er’s words and saw his tender gesture.

"I’m just embarrassed..." Luo’er said, lowering his head shyly.

"So where did you borrow your courage from today?" Tangmo asked curiously, "Or are you trying to hide something?"

"Um, how should I say it... I..." Luo’er scratched his head, trying hard to find an excuse.

"Well, I don’t particularly mind, because no matter what, you’re kind to me; you’re genuinely kind to me, not just putting on an act, right?" Tangmo said calmly.

"Of course, my sincerity is as clear as day and night," Luo’er hurriedly nodded.

"Why do I understand you so well," Tangmo said, turning around to hold Luo’er’s cheeks, beaming as she spoke, "In front of me, you have no secrets to keep. Whenever you want to lie, your eyes betray you. Whenever you want to pretend, your actions betray you. So I don’t even need to guess; I can judge your intentions towards me just by intuition."

"Just like you said, they’re just saying goodbye, whereas we are always together. It’s a pity, though, if only we could truly come together, how wonderful that would be..." Tangmo said, letting out a wistful sigh.