Chapter 366: One Wave Not Yet Settled, Another Wave?

Heral Calendar 4244, January 2nd, afternoon.

"The Energy Plant and the Barracks are finally built!"

Hearing the notification sound that rang out upon completion, Yun Mu, who had been lying on the command chair, perked up and immediately jumped off the seat.

Are there only 80 Executors? That should be enough, though.

First, let a portion of the Executors leave the underground to search for Survivors, keep the rest at home to defend, then have the Barracks produce a Jeep, and finally have the Repairmen who finished building the Barracks go build an Ore Refinery.

Is the construction time for the Ore Refinery 16 hours? That's not unexpected.

Although the time consumed is still quite long, this time she can pass the time by operating the Executors; at least it's better than waiting for the Energy Plant and Barracks earlier.

The building above the elevator had already collapsed at noon, so if she wants to go out, she can only take the other path that Yun Mu previously had the Repairmen dig out.

The exit of this path is inside a collapsed alleyway; after a certain degree of camouflage, basically no one will notice it.

Thus, the Executors with the Joy Company logo printed on them successfully arrived at the surface. Because she wanted to pass the time, Yun Mu did not choose to issue commands for them to act freely, but instead began to manually operate them.

As for how she, not being on-site, can judge where there are Survivors? It's simple: use the Command Center's Radar function to scan the area, and all life forms and mechanical units within range will be displayed on the sand table.

This thing's scanning range is a circle with a diameter of 800 meters, further than the range of her Blood Perception!

Scanning with the collapsed Joy Company building as the center, pale green cursors immediately lit up on the command room's sand table.

These are the life signals detected by the Radar; as long as it is a life form larger than an insect, it will be displayed on the sand table.

If Yun Mu changes the scanning parameters, even insects can be scanned out.

It's just that doing so, besides filling the sand table with annoying green dots, has no meaning.

Come to think of it, the Executors in reality are much smarter than those in the game; Yun Mu only needs to issue voice commands, and these guys can understand her meaning.

For example, if she says there are people in the collapsed building to the west, she lets the Executors rescue them.

Even if she doesn't provide them with the specific location of the Survivors, the Executors will search and rescue on the ruins on their own.

Their mechanical bodies provide them with great strength, and while moving building debris, the Executors will even pay attention to whether it might cause a secondary collapse.

It can be said that Yun Mu is very at ease leaving the task of saving people to them.

As for how to settle the rescued Survivors, she is thinking of escorting them to the location where Brenna and the others are, which is the underground Shelter built by the Joy Company.

According to Airui Laya, there is still plenty of space left over there, more than enough to accommodate the Survivors.

And if it runs out, at worst she can just expand it, because there happens to be an abandoned subway station nearby; as long as the route is cleared and it is slightly renovated, it can be used.

In the short term, the problem of insufficient space is impossible to occur.

Hmm... once Yun Mu finishes building the connecting passage, she can also let the Repairmen go help, and then it will be even more impossible for there to be a lack of space.

"Huh?"

The Executors, who were heading toward the location of the nearest Survivor, encountered a scrapped Flash Silver Tank on the street.

Looking at its appearance, it should have been pierced from the front by some kind of high-heat ray.

There should be other destroyed Old Days mechanical bodies nearby. Yun Mu thought for a moment and let the Executors continue forward, while she dispatched a second team of Executors, pulling the newly produced Jeep, to recover the Old Days mechanical body wreckage nearby.

These mechanical bodies can not only provide her with Research Points, but can also be recycled into resource points after the Ore Refinery is completed.

Since she encountered them on the road, it's better to collect more.

Come to think of it, I wonder if the Fire Weaver Bird Family is okay.

Yun Mu remembered Iliyasi's hometown; at that time, they were celebrating Brenna's birthday when the city was attacked, and Xiliya was with them then.

As a relatively famous family within the Federation, the Fire Weaver Bird Family should, like the Joy Company, not be so easy to finish off.

Once she has more units on hand, she will go over there and take a look.

While Yun Mu was letting the Executors go out to search for and rescue Survivors, at almost the same time, inside the Energy Shield of the conference building.

"Tally the casualties!"

The Crocodile Scale Species councilor threw his weapon to the Guard beside him with some exhaustion.

After nearly half a day of fierce fighting, the last Beast God Cult believer was finally killed by them.

However, looking at the casualties, it seems that there are more on their side.

If it weren't for the large number of people, plus the inability to run outside the Energy Shield, he feels this battle would have collapsed halfway through.

Just relying on this bunch of riffraff, they still want to knock back the Old Legion?

Thinking of this, the Crocodile Scale Species councilor had a headache; for a moment, he even wanted to lie down and quit.

Anyway, the other councilors don't seem to care much; why is he working himself to death like this?

But this was just a thought; there are always some things that need to be done by someone.

"Ha." The Crocodile Scale Species councilor took a deep breath.

Now is not the time to rest, at least he must find out how those Beast God Cult bastards mixed into the Energy Shield.

Actually, he can probably guess in his heart; after all, there are only a few people who can bring outsiders into the shield.

Coincidentally, the only guy whose whereabouts he was unclear about at the time was one... "Bang!!"

"Former Guard Court Chief—Hanluotaluosi Saimaliweng, I declare you are under arrest for the crime of treason!"

Bringing several uninjured Guards to kick open the Guard Court Chief's room door, the Crocodile Scale Species councilor looked at the empty room and curled his lip with some indifference.

"Fled in fear of punishment, huh? That's not unexpected."

"He won't get far, chase him!"

"Ha, ha, ha."

"Damn, damn, damn, those lunatics, how dare they do such a thing?"

The former Guard Court Chief, a big fat man weighing over two hundred pounds named Hanluotaluosi Saimaliweng, referred to as Marion, was currently sprinting through the city streets with the help of his Prosthetic.

In fact, long before the Old Legion broke through the Energy Shield of Feiluoka, he had already been in contact with those guys from the Beast God Cult.

He originally thought that by relying on his status as the Guard Court Chief, it would be simple to control these guys, but he didn't expect that the other party had actually already implanted some dangerous things into his body.

Previously, when the other party approached Marion and asked him to bring the Beast God Cult people into the Energy Shield, he had originally wanted to refuse.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!"

Thinking of the threats the other party had made to him at the time, Marion's emotions spiraled out of control.

If he had known it would turn out like this, he shouldn't have had any contact with them in the first place.

However, it was too late for regrets now; after he had done such things, even the Foxman Species councilor above him could not protect him.

Therefore, the moment the believers of the Beast God Cult began to stir up trouble, he had already fled. Despite his fat body weighing over two hundred jin, his movements were unusually agile, and the Old Legion mechanical bodies he encountered on the road simply could not catch up to him.

But after running for nearly half a day, he was also feeling a bit hungry.

Marion gradually slowed his pace, his gaze searching the surrounding streets.

Where is this?

A flash of confusion crossed his eyes; the scene of broken walls and ruins everywhere made it impossible for him to determine his location.

Not to mention it being destroyed like this, even if it hadn't been damaged, he wouldn't necessarily know where he was!

No map navigation, tsk, whatever.

Marion saw a convenience store on the side of the street that hadn't collapsed yet, his fat body wriggling as he walked toward it step by step.

The door was locked; Marion reached out and pulled, but couldn't open it.

"Hmph." With a disdainful snort, Marion mobilized the power of his Prosthetic, raised his leg, and kicked the locked convenience store door open!

Then, because his body was too fat, he failed to control his balance and fell onto the ground on his backside.

"Damn it."

His palms were covered in dust from touching the ground; Marion looked at the floor with some disgust, then stood up with some difficulty and walked into the convenience store.

"You, who are you!?" Inside the convenience store, a middle-aged man looked at Marion in terror.

He was holding a shotgun; judging by the style, it was a very old model, and Marion just glanced at it before losing interest.

"Put down your weapon, civilian. I am the director of the Federation Guard Bureau. I have encountered some trouble and need to requisition the items in this shop."

Straightening the hat on his head, Marion took out his identification from his bosom.

"You are the director of the Guard Bureau?"

Seeing the identification in Marion's hand, the man relaxed slightly, then, thinking of something, he hurriedly asked: "What exactly happened?"

"Are those mechanical bodies the Old Legion? When will the Guard Bureau and the City Defense Army be able to Knockback them?"

"Ahem, don't be anxious, the Federal Parliament will resolve this crisis." Mumbling to fool the other party, Marion took a box of instant noodles from the shelf.

"Do you have boiling water?" he said.

"Uh... the Magic Energy was cut off yesterday, there's no way to boil water." The man hesitated for a moment and said: "If you want to eat something, we still have some bread in the shop."

"... Bring the water heater here." After a brief silence, Marion ordered the man.

He paused, then suddenly thought of something and added: "Remember to fill it with water."

"... Alright."

Although he didn't know what he wanted to do, thinking of the other party's status, the man still obediently took out the water heater and filled it with water.

After taking the water heater, Marion took a cable from his Prosthetic and plugged it into the base of the water heater.

"..." The man watched this scene, the corners of his eyes twitching slightly, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

He was a Guard Bureau director, after all; how could he dare to casually criticize him?

Still, this act of wasting Magic Energy to boil water... forget it, better to pretend he didn't see it.

Marion didn't know what the man was thinking, and even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.

He was a person who loved eating noodles, any kind of noodles would do, and his favorite was tomato rolled noodles.

It was a pity the shop didn't have any, so he could only use instant noodles as a substitute.

As for whether it was a waste or not... honestly, he felt this was probably the last meal of noodles he would ever eat in his life.

Not only because he was about to lose his hat as the Guard Bureau director, but also because of the pessimism that the Old Legion was still rampaging through the city.

He felt he probably wouldn't see tomorrow's sun. "Boom—"

Just as Marion was immersed in his sorrowful emotions, the ground beneath his feet suddenly began to tremble.

Rising in a daze to look outside, Marion saw with horror that on the distant city street, a giant skeleton resembling a Spine was erupting from the ground.

"WAAAAA!!"

A roar that nearly shattered one's eardrums erupted from within the Spine standing on the earth, and countless bones resembling branches surged in all directions.

All the houses and buildings along the way were destroyed, and even those Old Legion mechanical bodies rampaging in the city were ground into a pile of scrap metal.

"Luo Yi Si!" The man holding the shotgun saw this scene, suddenly thought of something, his face changed drastically, and he hurriedly ran toward the room in the back of the convenience store.

After hearing his cry, Marion also reacted immediately, turning his head to run away.

As a result, he forgot that his Prosthetic was still plugged into the base of the water heater, directly knocking the water heater over and causing the boiling water inside to spill onto his face.

"Ahhhhh!"

The intense pain caused Marion to lose his ability to move almost instantly.

Struggling as he looked at the bones continuously sweeping over from afar, memories from his childhood to adulthood kept surfacing before Marion's eyes.

The impoverished life in his youth, the pain of being bullied at school, finally getting into his dream school after studying desperately but having no money to pay tuition, the most unforgettable moment: facing the Taunt of his wealthy classmates, the humbleness of being a bottom-feeder... why did he like eating noodles? Just because noodles were the cheapest thing to eat.

"Boom!"

The ruins of the building collapsed, smashing onto the middle-aged man's back; the other party fell to the ground in pain, yet he desperately protected the girl in his arms.

"Run... Luo Yi Si, run." Bright red blood flowed from the man's nostrils.

He struggled with all his might, but could not stand up no matter what.

"Uncle Gu Lei, Uncle Gu Lei!" The girl's eyes were filled with tears as she pulled hard on the middle-aged man's clothes.

"Why did I forget..." Marion ran desperately to the front of the two, his broad body blocking the path of the bones that could even pierce through Steel.

Feelings of regret and guilt intertwined deep in his heart; Marion ignored the safety regulations and directly released the maximum power of his Prosthetic.

In a daze, he saw a thin, tall young man smiling and waving at him, "Well done, Director Marion."

Airui Laya, wearing a Mask on her face, walked slowly to the front of Marion, who was pierced by bones, picked up the blood-stained hat from the ground, and slowly placed it on top of his head.

"At the very last moment, did you at least fulfill your duties as Director?"

Airui Laya said, looking at the two people who had been protected by him and remained unharmed.

Clearly, that final outburst of emotion from Marion had merely been guided by Airui Laya, nothing more.

(End of chapter)