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Chapter 327 - Chapter 327 Chapter 327 Interception

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Interception Chapter 327: Chapter 327: Interception The sea breeze was slightly cool over the Great Goshidi Island Reef, and far on the horizon, the sky and sea met in a line. The sky was as blue as the sapphire-like sea that seemed to stretch upwards. Probably due to the climate, there were no seabirds resting here, nor were there any native creatures on the island. Besides the sound of the wind, the only other sound was the gentle lapping of the waves against the rocks; aside from its remoteness, this place truly was a haven for solitude.

Though not particularly famous, the entire Great Goshidi Islands were indeed quite expansive, especially Great Goshidi Island, surrounded by a cluster of micro-islands. It was one of those places that would still be visible on a meter-wide world map as more than just a point. Also, due to prolonged weathering and erosion by the waves, the island had developed unique geographic features. Most of it was comprised of steep cliffs and grotesque rocky mountains–which, in geological terms, would simply be called… well, rocky mountains. The other third of the island was covered by vast beaches, giving the island, viewed from above, the appearance of a lychee with a small portion of its outer skin peeled away to reveal white flesh. Our current location was on that desolate beach.

Sandora’s eyes glimmered with a faint pale blue light, her lustrous golden hair freely whipping about in the sea breeze. At this moment, the usually playful smirk was absent from the silly girl’s face, replaced instead by a cold smile–she was already warming up for battle.

I could sense faint spiritual power continuously emanating from Sandora, spreading into the vast space around us. Sandora was scanning the entire Great Goshidi Islands for any intelligent life’s spiritual waves. Although she couldn’t yet apply the precise skill of “Mind Reading Technique” to the fragile human mind, simply scanning the area for intelligent life harboring hostility towards us was an easy task. Olympus’s technology had likely detected our presence the moment we landed on the island. Thus, by searching for any intelligent life with hostility within the current range, we could naturally pinpoint their location.

Yes, right now, Sandora was like a mini-map in the upper right corner of the screen…

“They’ve hollowed out this island,” Sandora gently tapped the ground, a slight curve forming on her lips, “and they’ve created a shell for a hideout using some kind of material, which can block conventional radar quite effectively. It’s probably collected from Xyrin construction waste–quite a decent nest for ants.”

“It seems we’ve found the place.”

I sighed, feeling somewhat emotional. The arrival of Olympus to this point had almost made me feel as if we were in the midst of a farce. If we didn’t exist, this organization might have already stirred up a storm of blood and fury in the world, birthing countless heroic figures worthy of songs and tears. There might even be an unknown underdog who, by a stroke of fate, acquired incredible powers. Perhaps they would encounter an old master who neither eats nor drinks, waiting at the bottom of a cliff, or happen upon a book penned a thousand years prior but filled with modern simplified characters and barcodes. This newfound hero could, after receiving enlightenment or achieving Divine Skill, be accidently discovered by a Superpower Team defending their homeland. They could rise to power in the Dark World, sweeping away the world’s evil forces while flirting with international beauties. By then, about a million more words would have been written. Of course, this divinely skilled hero could also shatter the void during a thunderstorm and travel to XX Continent to continue their adventures–unless you guys disagree, I could spin up another million words, as writing like this works too…

However, such fantastic developments in a world with Xyrin Apostles were doomed never to happen. Bold and brazen–ahem, free-spirited Xyrin Soldiers made this organization, which had the potential to become an ultimate villain, crumble in jest. Honestly, I’m now experiencing a surreal feeling.

While I was daydreaming, Pandora, who had been standing by my side, suddenly tugged at my clothing.

“What’s wrong?”

The cold Little Loli didn’t speak but instead slightly turned her head to look at Visca standing on my other side. Only then did I notice that this cheap little sister, picked up from the Fallen Apostles, was wearing a peculiar expression.

Her face carried a vacant look, her blood-red cat-like pupils pulsated with an inexplicable red light, but soon she blinked her eyes, and her expression returned to its usual calm state. She started to take an interested look at the stones on the ground.

Is this girl about to go crazy again?

Sandora also noticed the anomaly in Visca. She looked down at the little girl who had now returned to normal and asked curiously, “Visca, did you notice something?”

Visca shook her head: “Nothing really, I just spaced out for a moment–Brother, can we fight today?”

When she got to the second half of her sentence, this little girl, who shared almost identical belligerent genes with Pandora, had an extremely obvious look of excitement on her face–it was all she could do not to jump up. Compared to the always impassive Pandora, Visca’s personality was far livelier, though this liveliness was always directed toward headache-inducing endeavors, often leaving me feeling melancholy.

As her older sister, Pandora was also belligerent, but at that moment, she knew how to prioritize and assumed an elder sister’s authority to teach, “You can fight, but no using ship guns.”

…So, anything less than a ship gun counts as light weaponry in your eyes?

We thus boldly appeared on the beach of Great Goshidi Island, naturally attracting significant attention from Olympus. They couldn’t immediately figure out our origin, so they didn’t show themselves yet–but there was no need for them to appear now. “Small map,” oh, by then, Sandora had already analyzed the underground spiritual waves and roughly mapped out the distribution of the enemies in the underground shelters. With her eyes slightly narrowed and her golden hair gradually glowing with a faint light, I knew this girl was starting her machinations again. Hmm, it’s not quite right to say machinations–those fellows were still conscious, merely controlled by Sandora to brutally attack their own people.

Our surroundings were still calm, but I knew that chaos was gradually spreading underground.

“I wonder what expression the leaders of Olympus would have when they find out their trusted troops are suddenly slaughtering each other inside their main base,” Sandora said with a playful smile. Then she withdrew her abilities. Internal chaos only needed a starting point; many things afterwards could be left to the enemies to sort out themselves, while our job was to sneak into the enemy base amidst the chaos.

“According to the energy radar, this is the only weak spot in the interference layer,” we arrived at the base of a steep cliff where Sandora pressed her hand against the rough rock layer and muttered to herself, “This must be their base entrance.”

I studied the rock face in front of us and expressed my doubt, “I don’t see any entrance?”

Sandora gave me a disdainful look, “Do you think Olympus would be stupid enough to hang a sign at their secret base entrance with ‘Entrance’ written on it and then place an NPC named Teleporter next to it?”

Who did this girl learn from!

“This isn’t rock, it should be some kind of alloy,” in our minds, Sivis, who was responsible for rear support, switched the spiritual connection over. Through the shared mental network, she, from far away in the K city, could experience everything we perceived as if she were there, “It looks like it’s a new material developed by Olympus based on Xyrin technology, while it lacks the magical properties of Xyrin military metal, in terms of hardness alone it has surpassed any material humans can manufacture. Moreover, behind it, I discerned a very precise energy flow, this entire cliff should be composed of countless blocks of such metal, arranged in a very odd pattern. To open it, you must unlock the energy locks on these iron nodules in sequence, otherwise, they will continuously charge each other and remain a whole forever.”

“Pandora, analyze this wall’s energy sequence… Hey!” I turned around, about to ask the little one for help, only to see her hoisting a nearly three-meter long slender cannon into aiming position.

“Boom!!!”

The thunderous explosion echoed over the skies of Great Goshidi Island. I guessed this was probably the loudest disturbance this godforsaken place had seen since the Cretaceous period because… the entire cliff was obliterated by Pandora’s single shot. This most formidable barrier created by humans, molded after Xyrin technology into a metallic great wall, was instantly turned into non-flammable trash scattering in the air under the direct bombardment of a fired-up idiot who seldom used their brain.

The continuous collapsing sounds and the metal debris falling from the sky went on for a full minute before gradually quieting down. When the dust settled, it revealed three calm and composed beauties of varying sizes under a spiritual power barrier and some dumbfounded onlookers.

Silently, Pandora set the three-meter-long black cannon down from her shoulder, sticking it into the ground like a flagpole, then pointed to a nameplate etched with Xyrin script that resembled ghost writings, and explained in her usual flat tone, “‘AX-Zero (Modified)’ Sniper Gun, individual weapon, not a ship gun.”

“Ship gun my ass!” I finally couldn’t contain my anger and exploded.

Then Visca took out a black cannon that was even more foul than the sniper gun Pandora held, thudded it onto the ground like a pillar, nodded at me, and said, “Visca has naval guns.”

I shouldn’t have mentioned the “your sister” in front of Visca — her grasp of human language wasn’t deep enough yet.

“At least we found the entrance,” Sandora shrugged her shoulders, pointing to a dark corridor revealed after Pandora blasted the area, “you have a good sister…”

I noncommittally twitched my mouth and took the lead, with Sandora and two fierce Lolis carrying guns and dragging cannons following closely behind.

Then, just as I reached the entrance of the passage, I saw a black-clothed person buried under the rubble, strictly speaking, an arm of a black-clothed person who had been completely buried.

“Hey, there’s someone here!” I called out, then kicked the black-clothed person who was about to wake up back into unconsciousness, “Help dig him out.”

Before I had finished speaking, the two young girls scrambled over and began urgently shifting the rubble aside. The large rocks were tossed aside by the two girls, eager to impress their brother, and before I realized, I was buried up to my thighs…

Just as the two little Lolis were about to successfully excavate the victim, Sandora suddenly acted, grabbing the black-clothed person by the ankle with a swiftness that stole his senses, and flung him aside.

Queen Xyrin truly was ruthless when bullying children.

I extricated myself from the burial trap created jointly by Visca and the Pandora Sisters, walked to the side of the black-clothed person who was still deeply unconscious, and noticed that he was wearing a black, oversized robe, much like a modified version of missionary clothes. From his body size, he seemed to be a man of average build. The strange part was that he wore a white mask with no facial features, just a smooth curve, at the center of which was embedded a ruby-like crystal.

Olympus’s headquarters was certainly unique; even NPCs guarding the gate dressed with such personality.

Curious, I removed the mask from his face and discovered that he was a middle-aged man with European features, commanding in appearance, except for a strange golden symbol drawn on his forehead which I thought was oddly out of place.

I kicked this mysterious black-robed man awake (it was a truly magical ability, since I had just knocked him unconscious with a kick, and now the same action woke him. It seemed if I kept kicking him back and forth, I’d just end up… well, kicking him to death…), and casually asked, “Hey, Minion, how about showing us the way?”

The battered black-robed man, with breath as slight as thread, asked, “Who… are you…”

I impatiently kicked him about the head, “This minion talks too much, where does an NPC get so many lines?”

“Are you ‘Boundless Love’?” After a brief moment of distraction, the black-robed man finally came around and surprisingly knew the name Boundless Love, suggesting his identity… well, he was just a minion. Nowadays, everyone in Olympus who was a primate probably knew that name, right?

“Damn it… If the ‘Divine Treasure’ wasn’t still unopened, how could you monsters contend with me, Poseidon… cough cough… and to use such despicable ambush tactics,” the man in the black robe spat venomously as he was pinned under my foot; he then broke into a violent cough, suddenly raising his right hand, reaching for my calf.

With a crisp “crack,” Visca nonchalantly crushed the man’s scapula, then, before the self-proclaimed “Lord Poseidon” could scream out, kicked and broke the man’s neck.

“Offend Brother, death penalty.”

The little girl, her face full of fury, gritted her teeth as she spoke, the red glow in her eyes stronger than ever.

“Crazy girl, why be so violent!” I slapped Visca’s little head in frustration, “I still had questions for him!”

After dealing with the mixed soldier who had mysteriously hidden behind the entrance door, not knowing what he was planning, and then unluckily getting blown to bits by Pandora, we moved forward, walking deeper into the Olympus headquarters. Their senior management must have known of our arrival by now. Still, I found it hard to imagine how much attention they could spare to handle us, given they had to deal with a “rebellion” within their own base first. They might even run away, which would be even better, because in the waters and air around the Great Goshidi Island Reef, the ambushes we had set up were nearly enough to destroy the Earth…

Pandora’s blast conveniently destroyed the lighting system in this section of the passage. The deeper we went, the weaker the light in our field of vision, but fortunately, we weren’t afraid of the dark. Under our spiritual perception, everything around us was clear.

“The one called Poseidon earlier,” Sandora suddenly said, recalling something as we walked, “He didn’t seem like mixed soldier, did he?”

“I know, I know!” Visca immediately came up to me to claim credit, “I remember who he is, Medusa mentioned him, Poseidon is the head of Olympus in the Asian District.”

I was about to take a step forward when I froze, then exclaimed, “Huh? Girl, what did you say?”

Pandora, who had been preempted by her sister, seized the opportunity to squeeze in: “Poseidon, the head of Olympus in the Asian District.”

It was only then that Sandora realized, belatedly stating, “Ah, that person just took Pandora’s sniper gun head-on and was still alive afterward. Although there was an alloy wall buffer, considering the whole cliff was blasted away, being able to survive that explosion… He must be pretty strong.”

For Sandora to praise his strength as “pretty good” meant this Poseidon’s abilities must indeed be “pretty good” — just that he was a bit unlucky…

Speaking of which, that guy sneaking behind the alloy barrier earlier couldn’t have been planning, like most villains, to wait until the protagonist team went through hell to break through numerous mechanisms, then to come out with a sinister laugh, driving the whole story into a seriously melodramatic twist, could he?

It was just his miserably bad luck, running into Pandora, who tended to solve everything with a cannon. We didn’t need to rack our brains to deal with that damn alloy barrier because Pandora’s shot had brought down the entire cliff, taking the scheming “Lord” Poseidon down as collateral. No matter how strong human superpower users’ combat abilities might be, trying to withstand the frontal assault of a Xyrin Apostle with the fragile flesh of a carbon-based life was just too difficult…

Thinking about this, even I couldn’t help but mourn for that Poseidon who I had always regarded as just another mixed soldier. If we had actually come to blows, maybe this top leader from Olympus could have exchanged a few blows with Pandora. But thwarted by his show-off thinking, he just died in such a stifled manner…(To Be Continued. For more, please visit www.NovelFire.net. The site offers more chapters and supports the author and legitimate reading!)